CIRCA 17 MARCH 2007
RISK on the News

ChannelNewsAsia's coverage of our latest short film, RISK.

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CIRCA 13 MARCH 2007
Dance Bashes, Menotti Dinners & Launch Parties

Killer weekend. 'nuff said :)
More photos/videos from the weekend escapades coming soon...

How Ian Got His Groove Back (Part II)
Jeanette & Moi swinging to a jazz band @ the Esplanade Mosaic Music Festival

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CIRCA 05 FEBURARY 2007
RATED 21: Scandals @ Villa Bali

Vanessa "Summer" Yeo's surprise party takes a rather interesting twist after 1 bottle of Vodka, 2 bottles of wine and lots of sheesha.

Happy Birthday Vanessa! Hope you had fun in our little enclave...

Every year we have shots like these...
I love! Keep 'em comin' ;)

ps: sorry babes, you girls know that I absolutely cannot resist putting this up... you know I heart you all *grin* more photos to come...

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CIRCA 10 JANUARY 2007
TRAILER: Hotel 1935. (Lady with the Lion Pendant)

A fantastical tale of two unrequited lovers.
A new take on an old tragedy.

Prelude:
The Colonial Rule of 1935. An isle of naval bastion in South East Asia.
In times of seemingly peace just before the brink of war, an umbrella organisation of guerrilla freedom fighters - U52 -, that spreads throughout South East Asia from the growing triads of Hong Kong to the dotted archipelagos of the Philippines.

For 5 years, unbeknown to the rulers of the small naval bastion just north of the Indonesian peninsular, U52 sent two cells of operatives to infiltrate the local bastion. Their mission: to cause civil unrest within their colonial masters and rupture their faith in the locals through acts of overt and covert terrorism.

Scene:
Ling. Hostess at The Peacock Hotel; covert operative of Cell B3.
The essence of classic Asian beauty and the muse of many a British aristocrat, tonight, Ling sits in the backroom of the hotel.

It's been a quiet evening for the high society hostess as she sits in one of those elaborate wood carved seats of gold embroidery, long slim cigarette in hand. Her symbolic pendant of a lion's head glimmers under the dim light resting on her unpretentious bosom, concealed to wandering eyes by a cheongsam of silky black and intricate embroidered gold tread, except to the wealthy and influential.

"Commissioner Herold didn't come in tonight, Ling."
"I know, Jie", she pauses. "The fool."
"You're his favourite"
Ling flicks opens her golden and black lace fan.
"Not for long…"

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Flashback. 9 months prior.

Yun. Leader of the overt underground terrorist cell.
Suave. Sharp. Relentless.
He steps out of his vintage Mercedes in an impeccable white double breasted suit complete with a fedora on his well groomed crop. A ruby and pearl encrusted ring of a tiger adorned on his finger shines from the rays of sunlight.

"Brother Yun, U52 has cut their funding to us."
"I knew they would forget about us eventually"
"Worse. We're being tailed."
"B3?"
"Yes"
"Those whores."

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7 months prior.

Ling and Yun face off in a drug deal conspiracy bust gone wrong with the British officials. Women in black. Men in white. Pistols fire. Cement chips off the pillars of the old shophouse. Dust clouds. Ling slithers away silent as a lynx.

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5 months prior.

In the luxurious mansion of a British High Commissioner, the bedroom is lush, and dimly lit. Expensive paintings line the wall, and detailed cornices and elaborate candelabras dot the walls. The furniture is antique. The smell of oak and cigarettes linger in the room.

"You!" he exclaims in a tone lower than a rustle of leaves.
"What are you doing here," she whispers with a voice so straight, miniature dagger to his throat, "Who are you?" she remains modest through the sheets even in a state of undress.
"U52"
"No. It can't be." She withdraws her weapon."Leave."
He stares through her eye slits.
"Go.""Before Herold returns"
He is disbelieving.
"If he knows you saw me in this state, he'll slaughter you before I do."

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3 months prior.

A run down musky bar. A singer croons a tune so danceable. In a moment so rare their contemporaries cannot know of. A couple lock in an embrace through a break in the melody.

"Ling… No one will believe our story"
"That's why we must tell it, Yun"

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2 months prior.

The mansion of the British official. Another face off. The men in white clearly have the upper hand this time. The women in black are brutally massacred. Yun and Ling are locked. In a completely different way. Yun looks back. Checks the coast is clear and lowers his gun from her temple.

"Leave"

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1 months prior.

Yun rides off from the aristocrat mansion's stables in the official's prized race horse. His posse of men in their convoy of vintage Mercedes' blaze behind

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Ling. Still in her wood carved chair of gold embroidery, finishes her cigarette, and relaxes her lace gloved hand as she finishes her recollections. A contemporary enters the backroom, taps her on her svelte frame, whispering:

"It's time"

Ling rises from her seat while her confidante watches; her lion pendant still glimmering in the dim light. She cocks her gold and porcelain encrusted single bullet handbag pistol.

#end#

C2007. Intellectual property of Ian Tan & Jeremy Huang.
Awaiting funding to shoot a film trailer

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CIRCA 23 OCTOBER 2006
DING-A-LING, IT'S CHRISTMAS IN AUTUMN

LOUNGE @ OPULENCE