Recently, an ad presented by HPB on dementia caught my attention.
I thought it was extremely well done as it pricked my emotions and the old chinese song was left lingering on my mind.
I googled and found out that it was a short film by Royston Tan.
It makes me want to run back home and sit at my grandma's feet just to listen to her reminiscing about her childhood, the Japanese occupation, when my dad was little...
Those words that I've heard so many times that I can guess her next sentence when she says sth. But I realize I should never feel too tired of listening to them.
When she speaks about all these memories, I imagined them playing in black and white. But I bet that they are playing in full technicolour in her mind.
Those old words of gold.
The most beautiful treasure one can ever find :)
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