I am finding it hard to wake up in the morning. it takes three or four alarm clocks before I get up, then another couple of hours before I actually wake up. I kind of miss the morning writing routine. a cup of coffee, cereals, music. last winter it was a habit. maybe I will find a way how to return to it because I certainly need to be writing more. I am not really working on anything at the moment — screenplays and short stories which I mentioned a few weeks back have been put to ice due to lack of time to actually do anything. it’s the last semester of this year; there are exactly five weeks left and I don’t know which assignment to do first. world lit paper is hanging over me like a black cloud, not to mention three orals (why do they call it oral, why not simply presentation), which are due by the end of this month. and I don’t even want to think about my internals or extended essay. no, thank you. I would like to spend some more time pretending to be Peter Pan.
anyway. I am enjoying myself. really. this time of the year in hong kong is simply my favorite. the weather suits me, there is seems to be more to explore around the city, more people to meet and more films to see. this month, I am planning on buying tickets for a number of films of the french film festival in hong kong. including films of jean luc godard, which are a part of the celebration of 50th anniversary of french new wave cinema. it’s been a while since I have attended a film festival, I miss the atmosphere of it. going to a regular cinema is not quite the same. speaking of cinema, I’ve seen the Informant! — which I think is a good film, probably just didn’t suit my mood at the time. there’s too much talking in it. and no point whatsoever. but that’s not to say that I’ve stopped loving matt damon. then there’s This It Is. which completely swept me off the feet and kicked me in the ass. literally. ever since I have seen it I look at michael jackson from a entirely different point of view. that public persona, which I hated for so many years, is not the first thing I think of when someone mentions his name anymore. it’s his music and it’s the only thing that’s really left. if anything at all, I am glad I have changed my mind about him and it was the movie that did it for me. so thanks, kenny ortega.
and other than all this, there isn’t much I could write about. the last few weeks have been amazing in many ways. it will be great to see the rest of the year be like that as well. it may sound strange, but I think I am getting to know hong kong from another perspective. (this entire post makes me think I should watch house again and get a grip.) what else is there really?