What are they referring to, this love they have for you?
It does not make any sense to me.
I've sang these songs with them, in your house.
But why no love, why no love for me?
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Favourite moment in "The Rain Man" ( 1988)

When Raymond Babbitt (Dustin Hoffman) leaned across to his brother, Charles Babbitt (Tom Cruise), his brother's forehead meeting his. Raymond had autism, and didn't enjoy body contact with people, and had difficulty expressing his feelings. This were one of the rare moments. And I thought it was a really sweet brotherly moment.
Friday, November 19, 2010
In the Mood For Love - Yumeji's Theme by Shigeru Umebayashi
Jay's entry always inspires my entries. So, I am gonna post a video too!
A good soundtrack definitely add more quality to a film. It helps push the emotions out of the scenes. One of my favorite soundtrack of all time comes from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or In the Mood for Love. The works of the primary composers, Jon Brion and Shigeru Umebayashi (ESSM & IML, respectively), has always been in my dream list of tunes for my film soundtrack.
Each time I listen to their tunes, it inspires me to dream up my own scenes. I hope, one day I might even be able to contribute to someone else's film with a soundtrack as sensitive as theirs. :)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Favourite Opening Sequence
Also loved Snatch's soundtrack and screenplay.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Space, Confinement & Inspiration.
Reading Jay's latest entry (below), I remember that one time I had to do a 36 hour shift at Tuas South Avenue 1. I was a 19 year old security guard who was earning easy money playing Scarecrow to my wildest imagination. There were a total of four posts at the work-site. There was the North Gate, East Gate, West Gate and Headquarters. With East Gate as an exception, the rest of the posts were ideal for one to imagine and get lost in his own ridiculous tales and fantasies.
My head spun thousands of stories in that 36 hour shift. I wrote all of em' on paper. There was the ghost story: the spirit of a slain security guard haunting on his colleagues . Then a comedy documenting a day in a life of five security guards at work (Clerks-esque). A suspense/thriller which involves a security guard/terrorist trying to bomb the American plant. Even, an erotic piece of being stuck in the post with a female colleague which ended up being a porno flick (this came up when the guy that should come after my shift did not turn up and I manned the post for 5 hours). And etc, etc.
The whole point of reminiscing this is realizing how much I miss being confined to a space that holds the conditions of the stories that I imagine & write. The senses work better, I suppose.
Note: So Jay, y'know, we should really find a place that we can confine ourselves to and attempt to draft the complete script based on the restricted conditions. What do you think?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Natural jokes
My friend, Nitya, she's so funny. She has this sense of humor which I don't know where she got from. This natural, raw, non-pretentious jokes. Not fueled by the wit which one gets from watching episodes of Blackadder.
She was telling me about her job as a security supervisor last night. I'm paraphrasing her here.
"The woman was cutting herself at her condo there. Then I was beside her, I show her my wrists also, tell her
"no point cutting, no point doing it for men. Useless one. You drip the blood, your man also cannot drink, right? Then the blood who clean? In the morning the auntie still must clean for you right? Don't give the auntie more work to do lah! Not nice!"
By the time she already started laughing then stop cutting already. Then she told me her life story, then she give me a hug."
-Pauses-
"I love my job so much. You ever have to manage 50 year old men? Rowdy men? Men that say they killed people in Malaysia? I'm just a young girl , but I can control these men. Is a damn powerful feeling. "
And suddenly, being able to build systems in computer languages seemed to pale in comparison.
She was telling me about her job as a security supervisor last night. I'm paraphrasing her here.
"The woman was cutting herself at her condo there. Then I was beside her, I show her my wrists also, tell her
"no point cutting, no point doing it for men. Useless one. You drip the blood, your man also cannot drink, right? Then the blood who clean? In the morning the auntie still must clean for you right? Don't give the auntie more work to do lah! Not nice!"
By the time she already started laughing then stop cutting already. Then she told me her life story, then she give me a hug."
-Pauses-
"I love my job so much. You ever have to manage 50 year old men? Rowdy men? Men that say they killed people in Malaysia? I'm just a young girl , but I can control these men. Is a damn powerful feeling. "
And suddenly, being able to build systems in computer languages seemed to pale in comparison.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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