I've bought a VCD of Edward Yang's movie Yi Yi some weeks back but somehow I kept delaying watching it. I know it's good but I was procrastinating against it cos it'd make me damn moody. And I was right. It did. The characters in the movie are ordinary everyday folks shrink-wrapped in grief. Every scene is memorable... from the awkward piano rendition of Summertime a granddaughter played for her comatose grandmother, to another character's musings that "music can make me believe that life is beautiful".

As it goes in the movie, since we never live the same day twice, why are we so afraid of trying something new for the first time? Isn't every day a first time?