my 2025 director’s reel 🤘🏻 thankful to all clients + friends + artists + collaborators who trusted me this year to tell their stories!! and allowed me to continue making a living doing what i love 🫧 and i loved 2025. i got to breathe in fresh mountain air first thing in the morning, and sat on trains much longer than i wanted to. i eavesdropped on conversations in a language i couldn’t understand and yet could. i watched the city rinse and renew itself daily, and felt peace at being a piece of the puzzle. i got to understand my culture more from explaining to others our own customs and traditions. even got to see seasons change for the first time. now happiness looks like a cream puff in the fridge, feels like a hot teh in my stomach, and sounds like the echoes of cold winds i patiently waited for. what more could i ask?
so hard to put these feelings into words. we spent 3 days between a park hut and a sterile office, questioning. is empathy without action nothing but a personal wound?
writing has become a form of release and pouring a big part of me into this was equally traumatic and fulfilling. and learning that you can always create a little corner in the world for yourself, whether a park hut or public bench. i struggle a lot on my relationship with singapore, but this feels like a little step closer to understanding that, and all the little problems we face on our tiny island. i lived my dream thanks to these amazing people 🖤
photos by our lovely ad @christiannechua !!
