Khalil Fong’s The Dreamer plays like a quiet farewell—gentle in sound but rich in meaning. In its melodies, we hear his love for music, his quiet humour, and a wisdom...
It’s been fifteen years since I became a child without a father. But I’d like to think he’s still out there, somewhere between the deep blue sea and the vast...
Lately, I’ve been dreaming more often than usual. One dream, in particular, was about my mother. The knot between my mother and me is a complicated one, something not easily...
When I was younger, I loved attending film festivals. Some days, I’d watch three or four films in a row, and I’d often stay after for panel discussions, listening to...
Yesterday, I thought of my father. Ten years have passed since his sudden passing, and it feels distant now—he feels distant. Memories blur and fade, so I wanted to record...
I still remember, years ago, renting the DVD of Norwegian Wood with my ex. We didn’t finish it. We couldn’t make sense of it, didn’t find it appealing. And so, Murakami’s...
"Call Me by Your Name, and I'll Call You by Mine"—Elio Today, I finally watched Call Me by Your Name. It truly is a remarkable film—an ode to youth and...
Facebook reminded me of a chance encounter from three years ago with a rather remarkable taxi driver—an elderly gentleman by then. I remember as he prepared to set off, the...