past

This post is written for week 6, so if you are interested to follow my week 5 post, it is below this one. Today is tuesday, or it is wednesday now, 1.32am. Too excited or eager about the storytelling post, so here am I, writing my earliest post ever.

Today class was spent reviewing the letters of classmates… so I am not going to say everything out here, since all of you were there. But during the 20 minutes break, I read through some of our classmates’ wordpress. With each letter I read, each told me a different story, coincidentally, those I read during the 20 minutes, each one brought me to a higher climax, just like 3-act structure. Maybe it was just the swelling up of emotions, so much so that when I got to the ‘last’ one, I felt like crying. I really admire all of my classmates’ courage and strength (you guys) and all of you are great storytellers. Maybe like what Mr Leslie mentioned, writing about our own lives is easier, but also difficult in a way.

Maybe I was too into the letter thing, and because mine was not of a very emotional one, more of missing someone and happy memories, I could not think of anything else to type in for true and false stories except for those two.

This is my afterwords for true and false stories: I know either / no matter which you think is true or false, it may be very difficult to believe or except as my doings in the past. Before you come to me to take my life with a knife, just to assure you, whether it is cheating or forgery, I have turned over a new leaf. Ironically, and unexpectedly, I changed till a stage that I almost forgot what I did, and I became the one stopping people to do maybe dishonest acts? Well, the change is good, but definitely not praising myself. The event shaped part of my character without me realising, and did not come to me till now that it shaped who I am. Either which I have only done it once, that’s enough, silly mistakes made when you are a child. Everyone has a past, I came clean with part of mine here, so I am prepared for any different looks of me now. =D Maybe storytelling module is where I pick up the courage to face myself of past, to bring my story to any possible audience. Since when presenting a film to an audience, you will expect different reactions, so maybe this is the start. Although I know clearly I was wrong then to do that. It was a moment of foolishness, and I do not know why, it just seems like a dream to me now…well. I did not remember that event for quite some time already, maybe I really have placed the past behind me. Alright, I am ready for any daggers, bring it on.

If it is said that with 6 billion people, there is 6 billion stories out there, with the imagination and fictional characters, and those stories made partially, filled with our memories, there should be more than 6 billion stories.

Truefully, I am afraid to put the true and false stories up, but I cannot think of any other stories that I can say now, so I shall live with it, show my past flaw, and face it with courage. Seeing all of the courage you all put forward in writing the letters, what can my little fear compare to. =D CHEERS, face it with courage.