treasure box

my weekend was spent pouring my eyes over a malaysian made film by the well known female film maker most malaysian have came to term as being legendary to our small thriving country especially in the domain of art and entertainment. i'm not going to sugar coat my words here but those who knows me know that i have some resistance pertaining our entertainment industry especially films and musics, they just dont make them like they used too...sadly...

HOWEVER, im quiet chuffed to confess my undying love for one woman that has made films (for some odd reasons i cant just call her work movies,it just seem somewhat belittling) that has truly captured our nation in a nutshell through clear, precise yet graceful and artfully done manner that one couldn't help but ponder about the whole debacle with more openness than before. yes, we are relatively a young nation still trying to find our niche in this world, we are still figuring it out(that isnt a bad thing you know)

here's my pitch why you have to go watch her film
*clears throat*

her way of storytelling has always been simple yet written with depth where you have to sieve through the layers by their conversations. it doesnt lead up to gargantuan revelation but like a treasure box, every little findings are just equally valuable and held with great sentiment . you'd understand why each one of them are so important in the end . it feels precious somehow, yes in the end it will leave you to tears but i think the water works is exactly what we all need to wash away the cloud of judgment constantly hanging over our peripheral vision.

so go, go and watch Yasmin Ahmad's films, especially her last gem to this nation before she left to be with her maker again, it is call TALENTIME.


my favorite quote from the movie

"dia masuk islam not melayu,not even arab"

Apollo step aside please

This week has been a whirlwind! I feel like i should write a haiku about it, im sure i’ll put apollo to shame with my horrific ryhming.

7 days in a week is never enough,

Saturday i had a bbq with the family,

Sunday i went out with a nutter,

Monday i slept til the shadow stood still,

Tuesday was a bag of mix vegetables,

Wednesday kept me dancing with glee,

Thursday was a day laced with magic til 3am,

When come Friday i just staggered out of bed and to home base,

There, the time stood still just for us.

Where did all the time go? I feel like my days are numbered, i just want to hold it in my hand like kronos and make it go slower .

for the love of it

Many don’t know this but i love reading the Sunday star eversince i was 15 due to my sudden determination to become a rock music journalist after watching “Almost Famous” on telly. That is why i thought to myself during a morning jog (then was my attempt in shedding the lbs) with my sister on a chilly Sunday morning;that in order for me to be as good as the writers in the myriad of music magazines that i've used to adored back when i was a fangirl mooning over every leather-jacket caucasian with a guitar in hand, i need to buck up on my english and vocabulary! Henceforth, i’ve adopted this habit of reading the Sunday star, especially the music review column where i was deeply intrigued ,miffed but then chuffed hence still retained admiration towards a journalist that has always manage to write with a dry sarcasm, intelligence and thought provoking voice that either left me in total agreement or in the state of ambivalent of what he was saying. Hitherto, he stills manage to leave me feeling like that only a little less because i’ve finally understood the words he used thoroughly. i dont religiously follows his column, but i read it everytime i have the chance to even after the dream died along with the hype of rock n roll in my life as i grew up and finally was able to see the bigger picture of music in one’s life. that musician, is not arent god and they are people too.

Fortunately, my love for words never seem to elude me even after that dream was long forgotten and new dream of becoming an anthropologist ribbed me in the stomach as if fuelling my crave to prove to myself that i need to be a more mature adult. Well, that was a pipe dream waiting to happen because i only said so after seeing it in a “DoctorJob: 100 JOBS” book under the alphabet A and thought to myself that it seem promising; its very humanitarian and exciting! What more could be so right for me? Wrong!! There are no such course here in malaysia, since our tertiary education is not as well developed as others around the world.

So after that let down, i just floated aimlessly like an escape balloon in the sky not knowing where i’m going or what the future hold for me. Just like the balloon i soon find out that you can’t stay in the cloud forever and not touch the real world, so i popped. Well the balloon did, i just merely felt my bubble was pricked with a big blunt needle and i’m falling down on earth. So here i am, being the student of teaching english having sweet and sour moments about the profession that i’ve enrolled in because i was still quiet daze and confuse by the fall.

The point is, i’m still playing around with English and that makes me happy,also to know that those years of reading the star paper really paid off after all. My choice of career is still rather vague, but I think I have a pretty picture of what I want for myself a few years down the road. I feel like going back in time and meet my 15 year old self and tell her that "you will know the answers in time girl,stop being so depressing!" and give her a little hug because a big one will cause her a heart failure since she was intimacy-challenged (not that it has changed much).

so today is for taking a step closer to being who you want to be.

here are a few blogs that is inspiring me to do what I love and enjoy the little things in life

Mocking-bird

pia jane bijkerk

nectar & light

Copenhagen cycle chic

marisa, you should give the second one a click and check out her book. you are going to swoon!

are we having fun yet?

I’m weary of all the workload i have to undertake. Do i have the grit to get them done immaculately?

FUK NO

It is just one of those days where nothing seem to settle quiet right where i want them, my mind is constantly wondering of to far flung places having a merriment time among the other creatures that inhabit my imagination. I wanna go there with her. It shouldn’t be intangible anymore from my out stretch hands trying to feel every delicious wave of glee she is experiencing. I want to bask in the light washing over the surface, bath in it if i can! But instead, i'm here staring at lines after lines that seem blurry after awhile making my brain twitch because i am trying my best to engulf the words of philosophers that pretty much projecting word vomit all across my textbook. I must say, they are babbling brilliantly! Now just stop.

philosophy makes me want to blubber

i am ecstatic and fantastic!

that most of my friends are updating their blog again!thank you lovelies!

sometimes you couldn't help finding joy in the most simplest things

geek talk,can you handle it??

that is in Carpathian

not many folks know this but i love fantasy books.
you know, the whole book where they have their own ancient language mixing it with contemporary times setting just makes me want to jump into the book and never leave those characters even during a deadly war!
especially if there is a weave of magic running through the plot, which totally enthralls my imagination!
granted, MOST of them have the element of romance in it, but there was this one book i've read during form5 that looks intimidating with its thick volume and quite frankly not capturing cover comparing with other books among its genre.
then, as i was reading the book, ive just realize that there is no in depth heated scenes!
*gulp*
i thought to myself, this is going to be hard to stomach down since i have the 2nd book stacked nicely on my desk waiting to be read.

so ive just muddled through but was hit by a wave of excitement as the plot thickens!
needless to say,i've read all 3 volumes with as much vigor as ive read harry potter.

last week*YES DURING EXAM WEEK*, i couldnt resist the book hanis gave me and devour it instantly. it was a book about carpathian people with language and history incerpt in it!!!!!

you betchaa i've memorized a few words, im a geek,i know.
hey, do you know it is not made up?? they are real, the people aand language. pretty amazing huh. but, i think my favourite would always be learning Gealic.

the point is, im always in search for new books, especially fantasy/paranormal,keep me posted on that if you can.

I SEE YOU

my imagery was heighten after watching Avatar. i felt like my mind was pulled into a world that is harlequin beyond my imagination!my eyes were dancing with the refelction of the motion picture reeling grandurely infront of my eyes. it felt like a dream that is so lucid due to the combination of captivating visual images and melodious auditory working simultaneously evoking emotions that had left me in awed, empathy and in sync with the world that was new to me.

but there was this moment during the movie i was thinking that wouldnt it be cool if i get my own avatar and live among the navi, with their lean and muscular (though they could have work on a little more boob) body and thought i would look like a blue shrek instead!!