A two-minute long love story


My favourite bit at 1:25 minute. Sunrises and sunsets have always been part of our love story.

This screenshot was part of an amazing video which was filmed entirely on a cellphone. Just how freaking awesome is that?

It has a incredibly smart concept and it’s beautifully shot. You won’t even be able to tell it was shot by a phone camera. The soundtrack was perfect. And the best part is it will make you smile at the end. What more can you ask for from a short film? Even Hollywood movies are hit-and-miss sometimes.

It’s around two minutes long and you should watch it for yourself.

Click here to view the video

Splitscreen: A Love Story
by JW Griffiths
Shot entirely on the Nokia N8 mobile phone. Winner of the Nokia Shorts competition 2011.

Director: JW Griffiths
Producer: Kurban Kassam
Director of Photography: Christopher Moon
Editor: Marianne Kuopanportti
Sound Design: Mauricio d’Orey
Music composed by: Lennert Busch


Sputnik dog


Yes, he TOTALLY enjoyed having us scratched his neck since he couldn’t quite reach that sweet spot.

This was how Lego looked like after the visit to the vet on Sunday (26 June). He had to wear a plastic satellite dish around his neck because he kept licking his medicated cream off his fur.

He is about 11 months and two weeks old here and he weighs around 22kg. That’s slightly under half her weight. Yet he feels like a ton when he jumps on you enthusiastically to welcome you, wagging tail and all.

What you don’t see here is how he kept hitting into us when trying to navigate his way around the house or getting us to pat him. What you also don’t hear is the loud yelps we made whenever his satellite dish crashed into our shins.



Love bug


Just thought I’d share a pic I took few weeks ago since I was looking back through my photos archived in the phone.

This photo was taken within 10 minutes of walking into the souvenir shop at the Botanic Garden. I didn’t expect to find anything there really because such shops are usually chockful of overpriced items that you can get much cheaper elsewhere.

Then I saw this little love bug staring cheekily into space and it reminded me of someone. If you were there looking at me that day, you’d see me trying to hard not to smile to myself in public. I immediately took out my phone so I could take a snap of the happy love bug, hoping to send it to her.

Just a little symbol who would mean so much to two people.


Truly Asia


Two weeks ago, I went on a three-day business trip to Kuala Lumpur (KL). Whenever it was lunchtime, my co-workers would bring me through the snaky dodgy alleys under the scorching hot sun to a depilated but crowded Chinese restaurant.

It had slow spinning fans which provided little relief. The air was thick with hot humidity. You had to breathe twice as hard and think cool thoughts while your perspiration slowly seeped through your shirt. The uncle who took our orders knew my drink by heart by the second day. The food was decent and cheap.

So I was enjoying my meals and seeing how Malaysians interact with one another. Maybe I was self-conscious but I swear they could sense I was a foreigner. Maybe I had a face that didn’t belong. Maybe I’m just naturally awkward so I’d stand out.

But this being only my second trip out of the country for work, I was feeling grown up and super pleased with myself. Even though it was hard for me to get any actual work done because I wasn’t used to working without my office desktop, I was trying to learn as much as I can about the culture, the quirks and the people so I would feel more comfortable. I mean I’ve heard horror stories about the criminal activity in the country, dude, and I fear for my safety.

So we were walking back to the office and we had to walk along a mucky looking narrow pavement before we cut through the snaky dodgy alleys. Then one of my colleagues said: “Does anyone know if the acid splasher has been caught?”

I froze and repeated the two key words my mind could only register. “Acid. Splasher?”

“Oh yes, in the past two months, there was an Indian motorcyclist who would ride along pavements and randomly splash acid on passer-bys. Some of the victims have been quite badly scarred. It’s all over the papers.”

Oh really. Quite why no one remembered to ask me to stay away from the pavements before befuddled me. I cautiously walked further away from the road without panicking like Chicken Little in the “I’m doomed” mode or gasping out loud. Really, I should be awarded for my calm demeanour.

Anyway, moving on. I guess it’s full body armour time for me whenever I walk along the streets of KL from now. At least until someone tells me the acid splasher has been caught.