Edmund Yeo

Almost exactly two years ago, I headed off to Yoyogi Park to look at the golden ginkgo leaves , I was unable to forget their beauty. Since then, I made a mental note to myself that I would always visit the place when the leaves were turning. When I had an appointment with someone yesterday evening, I decided to go to Yoyogi Park first. To my consternation, the sky was already turning dark at 4pm. Nonetheless, the golden ginkgo leaves were still there.

I met up with old high school friend Sebastian yesterday evening in Shinjuku (he and his family were on a family trip in Japan and dropped by in Tokyo for two nights). After we had dinner, he left and I walked off to catch the bus. As I walked past the Shinjuku Station West Exit, our conversation swirled in my mind, people from high school, those who had just gotten married, those who had just gotten engaged, previous loves, our careers in film (Sebastian works in RHYTHM AND HUES and had just made a short film called Hashshashin's Revolt , it was a valiant attempt), and the like. Perhaps time was indeed passing me by, I thought in slight melancholy. Ah, memory, a constant source of pain. It was Sunday evening, Shinjuku was characteristically crowded. Yet I walked in solitude, past the crowds of people, past lovers whispering sweet nothings to each other, past tourists mesmerized by the bustling energy of Shinjuku, past a pair of pretty twin sisters singing at the street, pa

Since my epic food poisoning last week, I continued my semi-retreat into a writing session of my screenplay. So the entire week just came and went. I just came to a realization that Nov 17, 18 and 19 are birthdays of many people I know. In fact, I have 3 different family members and relatives celebrating their birthdays on these three successive days.

I felt that something was wrong two nights ago when I was suddenly afflicted with diarrhea. What could've caused it? The onigiri I bought in a convenience store for lunch? The bento from the nice elderly couple that I've had for dinner (a favourite of mine for the past two years)? The iced chocolate I drank two hours later during a meeting? Not dwelling upon the issue, I quickly took the famed Po Chai pills . The discomfort lasted for two hours before everything subsided and I could sleep again. When I woke up yesterday, I felt a little better, and assumed that I've recovered. I took a few gulps of water, then I was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of nausea. Oh shit... was the words in my mind as I ran out of my room, hoping to reach the toilet in time. I couldn't make it.

Recently, during a Facebook chat session with some primary school friends (yes, we still keep in touch, someone was sweet enough to start a Facebook group for the class of 1996) and a certain incident started emerging from the deepest recesses of my memory.

22nd of September 2010, two days after my graduation ceremony , and 2 days before receiving news of my uncle's sudden passing . It was Mid-Autumn Festival. No mooncakes or lanterns though, just me bringing mom to Kamakura to visit the Big Buddha.

Yesterday was the Waseda Festival 2010. (read about Waseda Festival 2009 ) Not much about the fair though, since the highlight of my day was clearly this: Although I was quite amused by the folks at the Bodybuilding Club too. A group of muscular dudes were in the university campus, flexing their muscles, letting people touch them, while they hand out flyers.

The Bratislava International Film Festival begins today. My short film, AFTERNOON RIVER, EVENING SKY, will make its world premiere in competition. It is the only Asian entry among the selected short films.

Now, this is a surprise! Just received news that I won two awards at the inaugural Doi Saket International Film Festival (facebook page here ). The festival actually ended on the same day as the Tokyo International Film Fest (Oct 31st), but the folks were so busy that they didn't announce the results publicly until few moments ago. I won a Best Editing Award for KINGYO (2009).

31st of October. I headed to Roppongi to wait for the Green Carpet event prior to the closing ceremony. I was at the TIFF Movie Cafe with Prof. Ando.

The Tokyo International Film Festival ended yesterday (... or two days ago, since it's 1:37am when I'm writing this). I went to the awards ceremony and to my surprise, THE TIGER FACTORY received a Jury Special Mention for the Winds Of Asia category! Basically it happened when the jury members were presenting the Best Asian Film award to Korean filmmaker Shin Su-Won for her film PASSERBY #3, then jury member and film director Akira Ogata mentioned that the jury would like to specially mention THE TIGER FACTORY as well. So, I realized that a 'special mention' is literally, you know, a special mention. When the 'award winners' were invited onto the stage for a photography session, not entirely sure whether someone who got a 'special mention' is considered an 'award winner', I headed off to the toilet. Then I came out and heard people calling out my name, so I went back into the hall and people were waiting for me! So I took some photos with t