Leaving my old job was quite possibly the bravest thing I've done to date. I think my parents are still reeling in shock over my decision, but I'm standing by it. Any job that sucks so much of your life away that you can't even do simple things, like blog, is just too much. It's one thing if it pays really well, but for that pathetic pay check, I'm sure can find something better.
So when Andrew asked me to help produce the film he's thinking of making, I thought, sure, why not? It's not like I'm chained to a desk for most of the day anymore. Honestly, I'm not sure I can do it. The last time I "produced" anything (in a film-making sense, that is) was back in uni. Apparently I did a good enough job then that even after a few years, he trusts me to be able to do the job.
I have to say, uni was a weird weird time for me. I'm not sure why I decided to pursue a degree in something I didn't really intend to pursue. Maybe it's just a really expensive middle finger to my parents, some last ditch attempt to escape the route they had planned for me. You'd think that my inability to perform simple mathematic formulas without actual physical pain would be a hint that a career in banking is just not for me, but my parents live just upstream from Denial.
It helped that Andrew was taking the same course. Having a friendly face helped a lot. It often felt like we had an unfair advantage, since we've known each other so long we do that annoying thing of completing each other's sentences. It felt strange being in the same classes as him though, since he was my senior in secondary school. NS doesn't change the fact that he's still older than I, but it meant that we got to work on projects together during our time in uni.
Since then, he'd been pursuing his dream of becoming a famous director. I really admire his determination and tenacity. In Singapore, it's quite unheard of for someone to do something like that. Or at least, he's the only person I know who took the path less taken.
So my decision to join him (in the sense that we're both, uh, freelancers now) still raises questions in my head. There's a mini-me in my head frantically waving red flags, like one of those people who guide planes on the tarmac, except this plane is cruising on, completely ignoring her. Can I really survive with no stable income? I don't know. Andrew says it'll be ok. I believe him
