4:30
4:30
Filmreviews
Director:Royston Tan Running Time:93mins Rating:NC16
4:30am,my Korean uncle has came back home from work.I can sense his presence and smell of beer in him the moment he step into the house.He undress his clothes and left his boxer on,lay down on the bed and sleep soundly.The moment has arrived,I can have a closer look at him,knowing how he has been for the day.I creep into his room in the middle of the night, searching for thing that can tells me more about him.I found a pair of chopstick in his bag and I bring back to my room.
I smell the chopstick once,I smell chilli.I smell the chopstick twice,I smell pepper.I taste the chopstick,and I taste peas.I record all down in my scrapbook.
In the morning,I prepare orange juice for him and placed it at the doorstep.I wait near the phone waiting for the call from my mum.She asked me the same old questions whenever she called me,but I will still answer all her questions.However,when I asked her when will she be back,she will always said that she is still at Beijing having business meeting.I hanged her call.First day to school,I felt lost of direction. I saw the same people practicing taichi at the usual place. Mischief of me,I go turn off the music and ran away. Line up in the parade square and sing the same old national anthem. After that,follow the same boring routine.The lesson was so boring and I fall asleep.Once again,I was sent out of the class.After school,I go the the same clinic and buy the same cough medical.I will buy a bottle of cough mixture and drink everyday.
4:30am,I creep to his room in the middle of the night again.I look at him sleeping soundly on the bed.I turn back and find scissor,pull out from his pubes underneath the boxer.I take and closer look on it and compared it to the one I get in the past.Cool,it is longer than the past one…,and I keep them in my scrapbook.
Second day,while I was bathing,my uncle rushed into the bathroom and pee.I was stunned at the moment,and I saw something that is so different of mine...On the way to school,I saw the same group of people practicing taichi.This time,I bought cd along and purposely changed it from the radio and I ran away.In the english lesson,the teacher called my name out,and asked me to read my composition.I read my composition named “My hero”.It is wrote about my Korean uncle to me as a hero.However,she questioned me about the minimum words required for this essay;300 words.Again,I was sent out of the class because of incomplete work of 150 words essay.I just do not know him well enough...
I sneak in to his room again.Look at his stuff on the table…4:30am,he came and sleep sound on the bed.I was inside the room,on the bed,but he didn’t notice about me. I took the photo of him and i sleeping on the bed.I paste it in my scrapebook,and named it “He is sleeping”.
Third day,when my uncle is bathing,I was standing outside the door.In a sudden,I heard chocking sound.I guess he playing of holding his breath in the water again.Waiting for the right time,I rush in,pee in front of him and rush out.It is so fun when I saw his stunned expression.He react the same as what he did the same to me,haha...
In the art class,we were told to draw about our dream.I was called again and asked to show my artpiece.My painting is painted with black and nothing else.The teacher questioned me why did do this?
“I have no dream”,I answered.I was sent out of class because of this again...
4:30am,I walk to his bedroom and I saw no one.Searching the house and outside the house,I saw him smoking and drinking sitting on the stair.I walk near and sat by his side.He offer me his cigarette,I took from him and threw it one side.He stared at me,and I stared at him.In a silent,we cried.After that,I went back to my room and cut out part of my shirt that contain his tears.I pasted it on my scrapebook and named it “Tears”.
This morning,I woke up,I saw my scrapebook is opened.It wrote “Goodbye” in Korean.I stunned…I walk to his room.Room is empty,everythings are nicely pack and no sight of him.There is no where I can find him.Depressed...I stop the clock at 4:30am,paint the window black.I just want to hold on to my memories of my uncle...
Mike Lau
Filmreviews
Director:Royston Tan Running Time:93mins Rating:NC16
4:30am,my Korean uncle has came back home from work.I can sense his presence and smell of beer in him the moment he step into the house.He undress his clothes and left his boxer on,lay down on the bed and sleep soundly.The moment has arrived,I can have a closer look at him,knowing how he has been for the day.I creep into his room in the middle of the night, searching for thing that can tells me more about him.I found a pair of chopstick in his bag and I bring back to my room.
I smell the chopstick once,I smell chilli.I smell the chopstick twice,I smell pepper.I taste the chopstick,and I taste peas.I record all down in my scrapbook.
In the morning,I prepare orange juice for him and placed it at the doorstep.I wait near the phone waiting for the call from my mum.She asked me the same old questions whenever she called me,but I will still answer all her questions.However,when I asked her when will she be back,she will always said that she is still at Beijing having business meeting.I hanged her call.First day to school,I felt lost of direction. I saw the same people practicing taichi at the usual place. Mischief of me,I go turn off the music and ran away. Line up in the parade square and sing the same old national anthem. After that,follow the same boring routine.The lesson was so boring and I fall asleep.Once again,I was sent out of the class.After school,I go the the same clinic and buy the same cough medical.I will buy a bottle of cough mixture and drink everyday.
4:30am,I creep to his room in the middle of the night again.I look at him sleeping soundly on the bed.I turn back and find scissor,pull out from his pubes underneath the boxer.I take and closer look on it and compared it to the one I get in the past.Cool,it is longer than the past one…,and I keep them in my scrapbook.
Second day,while I was bathing,my uncle rushed into the bathroom and pee.I was stunned at the moment,and I saw something that is so different of mine...On the way to school,I saw the same group of people practicing taichi.This time,I bought cd along and purposely changed it from the radio and I ran away.In the english lesson,the teacher called my name out,and asked me to read my composition.I read my composition named “My hero”.It is wrote about my Korean uncle to me as a hero.However,she questioned me about the minimum words required for this essay;300 words.Again,I was sent out of the class because of incomplete work of 150 words essay.I just do not know him well enough...
I sneak in to his room again.Look at his stuff on the table…4:30am,he came and sleep sound on the bed.I was inside the room,on the bed,but he didn’t notice about me. I took the photo of him and i sleeping on the bed.I paste it in my scrapebook,and named it “He is sleeping”.
Third day,when my uncle is bathing,I was standing outside the door.In a sudden,I heard chocking sound.I guess he playing of holding his breath in the water again.Waiting for the right time,I rush in,pee in front of him and rush out.It is so fun when I saw his stunned expression.He react the same as what he did the same to me,haha...
In the art class,we were told to draw about our dream.I was called again and asked to show my artpiece.My painting is painted with black and nothing else.The teacher questioned me why did do this?
“I have no dream”,I answered.I was sent out of class because of this again...
4:30am,I walk to his bedroom and I saw no one.Searching the house and outside the house,I saw him smoking and drinking sitting on the stair.I walk near and sat by his side.He offer me his cigarette,I took from him and threw it one side.He stared at me,and I stared at him.In a silent,we cried.After that,I went back to my room and cut out part of my shirt that contain his tears.I pasted it on my scrapebook and named it “Tears”.
This morning,I woke up,I saw my scrapebook is opened.It wrote “Goodbye” in Korean.I stunned…I walk to his room.Room is empty,everythings are nicely pack and no sight of him.There is no where I can find him.Depressed...I stop the clock at 4:30am,paint the window black.I just want to hold on to my memories of my uncle...
Mike Lau
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