Since Glenn started interning at my workplace, this song starts to play in my head whenever I call him.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Visual Poetry
I love the words.
I like the way the music, sound effects, and pictures work with the words.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sweet sorrow
Dei came back from Russia two days ago (He said work trip, for 3 months. Wow. Sounds fun doesn't it?). I told him about Ishi.
I thought I should just let him know since he would be meeting his schoolmates during convocation, and it would have been terrible if he heard it from some random CS person. I sent an email. He replied saying he was shocked, because Ishi's a cheerful, and a very very nice person.
As I was replying the email, I remembered the time in Batam that Ishi was lazying in bed, saying he didn't want to go out and shoot, saying he wasn't feeling well. Whiny. We all had flu or cough. I bought Ribena Vitamin C pastilles for everyone to eat. Pling kept asking us to drink enough water and tried buying cough syrup without knowing how to speak Bahasa Indonesia fluently. We had to try to supress our coughing during interviews. I remember Ishi coughing when we where shooting Mami Lisa. How he lights up at the hotel corridor even though our hotel room was already filled with the smell of horrid Indonesian cigarettes. I also remember we waited so many days for a non-cloudy/rainy day to do our sunset shot, and he moved the camera towards the end of our sunset shot (argh!), and we had to fade to black instead because the sky didn't turn totally dark. I remember Dei and him eating so much at Pizza Hut. Dei drinking his cherry fanta with condensed milk, his love for mushrooms, and ayam penyet. Ishi and his KFC. How ishi always ordered teh, and pH teh-O. And how we met up at The Ricetable without pH, because he was away in Ohio. Ishi saying how he disliked the music he composed for my FYP, and then told Yeo and me about a year later that he listened to it again, and it really wasn't as bad as he thought. Mr. Perfectionist. Just little snippets here and there flashing by.
The memories have become sweeter, and yet more painful. I smile. The tears come back, without bidding. I still feel the loss.
I thought I should just let him know since he would be meeting his schoolmates during convocation, and it would have been terrible if he heard it from some random CS person. I sent an email. He replied saying he was shocked, because Ishi's a cheerful, and a very very nice person.
As I was replying the email, I remembered the time in Batam that Ishi was lazying in bed, saying he didn't want to go out and shoot, saying he wasn't feeling well. Whiny. We all had flu or cough. I bought Ribena Vitamin C pastilles for everyone to eat. Pling kept asking us to drink enough water and tried buying cough syrup without knowing how to speak Bahasa Indonesia fluently. We had to try to supress our coughing during interviews. I remember Ishi coughing when we where shooting Mami Lisa. How he lights up at the hotel corridor even though our hotel room was already filled with the smell of horrid Indonesian cigarettes. I also remember we waited so many days for a non-cloudy/rainy day to do our sunset shot, and he moved the camera towards the end of our sunset shot (argh!), and we had to fade to black instead because the sky didn't turn totally dark. I remember Dei and him eating so much at Pizza Hut. Dei drinking his cherry fanta with condensed milk, his love for mushrooms, and ayam penyet. Ishi and his KFC. How ishi always ordered teh, and pH teh-O. And how we met up at The Ricetable without pH, because he was away in Ohio. Ishi saying how he disliked the music he composed for my FYP, and then told Yeo and me about a year later that he listened to it again, and it really wasn't as bad as he thought. Mr. Perfectionist. Just little snippets here and there flashing by.
The memories have become sweeter, and yet more painful. I smile. The tears come back, without bidding. I still feel the loss.
Monday, July 02, 2007
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