Two.:.Four.:.Six

2 months of intensive hard work, late nights, 7 days work week, frustration and pain. 1 week of travelling from Manila to Singapore to KL and spending time with the Harrisons. While it seems all fun and even glamorous, how many really know what we have been through? Everyone sees the good things and expects nothing short of perfection. It's so easy to say a thank you, great job and congratulations but this time, it's not the same. I lost count of the number of times I woke up before the alarm went off because I thought I forgot something important. My heart beat particularly fast each time they are done with something, each time they are ready to make a grand entrance because I was afraid we didn't get the timing right. I fought with so many people and must have made lots of enemies by now. And I've been thinking is it worth it? No doubt it's a great experience, possibly the highlight of my career but who cares really? What do I want after this? The chan...

It's never easy. For the person coming out. For the people receiving the news. It's not even like the doctor telling you that you have cancer. It's not a disease. There isn't a need for 'cure'. Yet there's nothing you can do to make it go. You won't die. But the emotional struggles can kill a part of you. It's not something you can blame someone for. It's not even wrong to begin with. It's never wrong to love, no? But why does it seem wrong to love someone when after all, it's the society which doesn't approve. And what right does the society have to set these so called norms? It's something so ambiguous, so debatable and yet, there isn't a conclusion. Sure, Pink Dot does look encouraging but really, what purpose does it serve? For those who are there, how many of you have a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister who has came out and you are totally happy for them? Not many I would think. In recent years, I h...