My trophies join my toys

Over the past few years while I dabbled in the dark, disgraceful arts of filmmaking, I was fortunate enough to pick up a number of awards along the way.



I have always kept my trophies in a bag and place them either in my lab (where I silently hope someone would, you know, build me a display case, but alas my delusions were never to come true), or in my room.

But as I began getting more and more stuff from my film festival travels, like the festival bags or catalogs, film posters, or numerous DVD screeners from filmmaker friends or CD samples from composers seeking creative collaboration, I find that my room in Tokyo was running out of space.

When I came back to Malaysia last week, I brought all my trophies home with me and decide to "display" most of them...



In my toy closet.



As a child, I used to collect a lot of action figures, and I didn't throw most of them because they look good as decoration in my bedroom.

Look at the epic flying toys.



The closet becomes a treasure trove of my childhood memories, and also my adult ones. Time is often circular, and not just linear.

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