Jan 19, 2026
You think you’re watching someone else’s childhood. Halfway through Belfast, you realise it’s yours.
If you’ve ever called somewhere 'home' and then walked away, this story will find you.
May 04, 2025
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...
Jan 28, 2024
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...
Dec 23, 2023
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...
Dec 13, 2023
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...
Nov 13, 2023
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...
Oct 13, 2023
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...
Sep 13, 2023
"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...
Sep 13, 2023
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...
Sep 13, 2023
A friend who practises calligraphy recently offered to gift me a piece of his work. He asked what I’d like him to write, and I said, “Only with wine.” He asked...
Aug 13, 2023
Though I greatly admire Wong Kar-wai, I only watched Chungking Express for the first time two years ago. To me, it’s a film about escape. 223 meets the woman in...
Aug 13, 2023
Due to my own experiences growing up, After the Storm resonates with me on a deeply personal level. Compared to Hirokazu Koreeda’s other works, like Still Walking or Our Little...