I ‘re’watched one of my favourite films earlier this evening. I watched it once when I was in secondary school, it was quite a controversial film at that time. There was nothing highly sexual or intimidating about the film. Many of my friends disliked it stating it was too slow for them and for some stupid reason our local censorship board did cut the film short. Citing that the film was too suggestive. What on earth were they thinking? Nevertheless, I watched a very butchered version of it and loved it. I think it was concised into only an hour. This is my second Wong Kar-Wai film, first one was ‘Chungking Express’. Brilliantly edited and the art direction/style was almost perfect. ‘In The Mood For Love’ would be my second one, from then on I realised I had a favourite Chinese director. All this while, I’ve been watching Kurosawa, Tarantino and Danny Boyle films. Now I can finally watch an arty farty and aesthetically shot Hong Kong film, that wasn’t about action and stunts. The second time I watched it, it was at my ex’s apartment in bleeding Saitama, of all the prefectures. She fell asleep half way through the film but I watched until the end because it was the first time I watched the entire film without it being butchered. The missing pieces of the plot was finally filled in after so many years and I was happy to rewatch these ‘missing’ scenes again on the same night.

I just finished going through the DVD, 2nd disc. It provided a full interview and other deleted scenes and even an alternate ending. I was happy to have found it in the Uni library. I now know why certain scenes were filmed in a way and why some of the scenes were omited. Now I know the entire story and oddly enough, I felt sad. As I watched the alternate ending and saw the scenery of Angkor Ruins. I cried. I don’t know why but I did. It reminded me of a few moments in my life where I wished I had a ruin with a hole to keep my secrets in. I think if I do go back to Siem Reap, I’d prolly burst out in tears. I can’t believe the thoughts and dreams that I had then about my life would change so drastically. Oh well, life goes on I suppose. I think at this point, I need a hole in the wall for me to whisper my secrets to.