Friday, December 31, 2010

My top albums for 2010


Big Echo by The Morning Benders
Midnight Remember by Little Red
The Suburbs by Arcade Fire
Heart's That Pounding by Sally Seltmann
She & Him Volume 2
Compass by Jamie Lidell
Kick-Ass - Music From The Motion Picture
All Days Are Nights : Songs For Lulu by Rufus Wainwright
Sans Fusils, Ni Souliers, A Paris by Martha Wainwright

God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise by Ray Lamontagne and the Pariah Dogs

The Age of Adz by Sufjan Stevens
Broken Bells by Broken Bells

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

sounds. 2009.

2009 is a year of deep introspection in retrospect to the people who came and went. And like music that makes you laugh, and cry.


Sea Sew - Lisa Hannigan
Zee Avi - Zee Avi
Lungs - Florence + the Machine
Together Through Life - Bob Dylan
The Crow: New Songs for the Five-String Banjo - Steve Martin
Give Me That Slow Knowing Smile - Lisa Ekdahl
Monsters of Folk - Monsters of Folk
Where The Wild Things Are OST - Karen O And The Kids
Give Up The Ghost - Brandi Carlile
Glee: The Music
The Fall - Norah Jones
Rebuilt by Humans - Newton Faulkner

Saturday, December 05, 2009

texts of December.

I woke up and it's a beautiful Friday morning, and I think it's becos of u.

Going 2 get a cup of coffee..was tinking bout u too.

love u!

love u more.

Monday, September 07, 2009

and then it's September.

每段感情都非常珍贵

他的好
你就放在心扉

记得有个人
曾让你那样的心碎

Saturday, August 29, 2009

It's possible that my heart...can be broken.

3 days went on like forever.

and then.

With all my heart.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

where the wild things are

now i remember, this is what magic sounded like.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Idiot.

I stared at my monitor screen for a long while, not too sure how to start this particular entry. But I feel the need to write out most of these thoughts before it passes, I think, in a matter of time. Like the fleeting moments after which we often forget to write down the things that actually mean, a lot to ourselves.

At 25 degree Celsius, my room felt cold enough with the air-conditioning as it is, but no less colder than the news I have received via the updates from peers and colleagues on Facebook. In fact, I just frozed.

I met Yasmin during one of the workshops that was held by the organization I'm working for. She was a guest speaker and she shared with us her own philosophy towards human relationships, she spoke of how she seek out the genuineness in people, and how she always managed to inculcate her brand of sensitivity into her works for film and television. She exuded a certain charm, and gave off a whole lot of light (and humour) during her presentation, and that no one was able to draw their attention away from her. Yasmin Ahmad is a human. One who understands oneself, and feels for the others.

After the talk, I went up to her and like a shy fan, asked to take a picture with her. She readily agreed and flashed out a cheeky grin for the snap. As she turned to walk away, I muttered "You're so..."

She looked back, bewildered and wondered what I was trying to say.

"You're so... full of heart."

She gave a laugh.

"I'm just an idiot", she said.

A very, very nice idiot. I thought to myself.

Words cannot express how I feel at this moment. Even though I've only met her for a brief session, I felt I've learned a great deal of a lesson about making sense of what lies ahead in my own practice of filmmaking, and to a certain extent, the appreciation of life for what it is. Truly, she is a role model. Most importantly, she brightened up my day.

For the people who knew her well, I'm sure they would have a whole lot more stories to share.

Asia has lost a brilliant filmmaker.

The world has lost a great person, whose heart will always be irreplaceable.


I am optimistic and sentimental to the point of being annoying, especially to people who think that being cynical and cold is cool. Everyday, I thank Allah for everyday things like the ability to breathe, the ability to love, the ability to laugh, and the ability to eat and drink. - Yasmin Ahmad


Goodbye Yasmin. You will be missed.