If I have a creative mission in life.
If I have something that I would do and then just fucking kill myself because I can't give a fuck about this fuck-upped fake society motherfucker.
You don't know what the fuck he went through.
A Chinese kid living in a Malay world. Bla bla bla. You know.
A teacher and the pillar of his society.
Bla bla bla. You know?
What was important back then is not a concern anymore.
Coming from a time when people wore tree bark during WWII, having a belly full of rice and travelling in a car is fucking fantastic already.
It's a movie to do before I die.
There are grants available, but I don't want to do my father's story so it could be owned by other people.
I figured that there are other people with their father's own stories.
Tonight, I heard a fantastic story about someone's grandfather and his people.
It's worth a movie.
Something to teach you about what it means to be Malaysian.
Oh well. We will see.
