Un Coeur Invaincu

A mighty Heart (Un Coeur Invaincu - 2007)

I knew it, when the trailer was released, that this is something that's gonna move me deeply. However, bombarded by loads of homeworks, exams, and social activities (new interest!), it slipped through my mind to put this Michael Winterbottom's masterpiece in my have-to-be-seen-films list. Until yesterday, when I chatted with a Pakistani brother on how enthralled I am to climb either at Pakistan or India, he said, "You know right, what's going on between India and Pakistan?" The question straight away reminded me about the "Truly Moving Award" winner (awarded by Heartland Film Festival in 2007 together with another stunningly narrated film, Freedom Writer) with brilliantly tucked-in performance by Angelina Jolie and distinguished cast by Dan Futterman, Will Paton, Archie Panjabi and Irfan Khan (Ashoke Ganguli in The Namesake!), A mighty Heart. It didn't take me long to put this film in my hectic schedule, which was right after Purdue Climbers' weekly film, King Lines.


While watching a film, it is my habit to partition a film into at least two parts, so I can take a rest for while in between (applied only on downloaded films!) But this year, other than The Namesakes, this film also has pulled all of my body and attention from the beginning till the end.

Critics have been argued about A Mighty Heart's lack of novelty; how cliche the themes are, how dull the plots are and how poor the screenplay is. As from my perspective as an audience, who is the target of the filmmaker, I believe I've grabbed the film's MAIN contention. A Mighty Heart is not about retelling story about an American journalist, Daniel Pearl, who was kidnapped and brutally murdered in Karachi Pakistan (one point off from the critics!). It is a story about Marianne Pearl's sagacious heart in facing this obstacle, and most importantly is the message of love. Then, I move to the next part, which is the film's other contentions which I guess the idea of cross-cultural understanding through journalism, music and dialog. It specifically can be observed at the character of the little child, Asra, Marianne herself and Daniel. After that, only I look at the actors and actresses, whom I believe support the film's contentions very well.

The lesson I've learned from this outstanding film is that I really don't have to look at a film's cast to judge the film (of course after millions of films out there I should be selective a bit, so I won't waste my time), I just need to be clear of whatever the filmmaker wants to tell me, only then I move to other aspects!

Finally!

Barefoot In The Park - Neil Simon
Click here for the play.


This is gonna be my very last assignment and my very first play!
I'm working on memorizing the lines and choosing my own props which usually not done by actors themselves! Owh ya! I'm gonna be 'Paul'!

Reconciliation

It has been almost 2 yrs since I got to this Opportunity Land. It comes to my consciousness that by this time, this moment or this seconds, I should have known where I'm sailing to. It says on the card given by Ady before I left Malaysia that People with goals succeed because they know where they are going, firmly stick to my creatively adorn board (love it!). I'm still here wavering myself on the hastily baseless decision I've made. But, should I regret it?

I don't know any of my six-degree-separations fellow whose life has not influenced by what he has done in the past. We, personally, me, apply all the experiences heavily from the angst and joy in our past to steadily or jerkily pace on the paths we're now on. I thought I have strip-mined huge parts of my wicked childhood and teenage life in Changlun throughout Shah Alam to fuel my collisions of cultures and human beings that fill up my chest to being able to breathe easily on my path.

But now, I'm exhausted. Am I trying too hard for this? Or I haven't tried it as hard as I could? I've been twisting and turning in the space that too small. That directs my limbs to grab ALL kind of joys which could flatter up myself.

If you can't fix it, Jack, you gotta stand it -Ennis Del Mar

The List

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Enough Is Enough (No More Tears)
Make Me Lose Control
Deny, Deny, Deny
Bring The Pain
Into You Like A Train
Something to Talk About
Let It Be
Thanks for the Memories
Much Too Much
Owner of a Lonely Heart
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Straight to the Heart
Begin the Begin
Tell Me Sweet Little Lies
Break on Through
It's the End of the World (Part I)
(As We Know It) (Part II)
Yesterday
What Have I Done To Deserve This?
Band Aid Covers the Bullet Hole
Superstition
Under Pressure
The Name of the Game
Blues for Sister Someone
Damage Case
17 Seconds
Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response
Losing My Religion

THTR133

Janelle as Dorie - Hanif as John

(He holds out his hand to shake hers and she does, she briefly looks down and regrabs the bar)

DORIE: Oh.

JOHN: Just look up. Look up. (She Does) Better?

DORIE: Yes. (pause) I'm sorry about smoking.

JOHN: No. I was planning on giving it up...sometime...sooner or later. Maybe. (Longingly) Nasty habit

DORIE: But I bet your wife will be happy.

JOHN: I'm not married.

DORIE: (Surprised) No?

JOHN: You?

DORIE: (embarrassed) Me?! No! No...But...you?...I assumed...

JOHN: No, divorced. Traveling salesman...only she couldn't take the traveling so she moved
on.

DORIE: I'm sorry.

JOHN: (covering) Yeah, well, you get used to being alone. You get over it. You adjust.

DORIE: Isn't that the truth? Why, I don't even mind eating by myself anymore. Not as long as I have something to read. Newspaper, magazine, those little bitty sugar packets they set at the table, the ones with the....

(Suddenly, he leans over and kisses her on the cheek.)

DORIE: What did you do that for?

JOHN: I don't know...I thought if I kissed you, you'd stop talking for a minute.

DORIE: Oh.

(She looks at him. He leans over and kisses her on the lips.)

DORIE: I wasn't talking.

JOHN: No. My lips, I had to do somethingwith my lips.

DORIE: So, you didn't mean anything personal by it. It was just, sort of, reflex reaction.

JOHN: No. It wasn't totally reflex. I enjoyed it.

DORIE: You did? Oh..ah..(nervous/flustered/ she starts talking again) Did I tell you I have an aunt who lives in Dublin, GA., semi-related to Kim Basinger, You remember the movie The Natural...

(He leans over and kisses her again, on the lips)

DORIE: Lips itching for another cigarette?

JOHN: No. Partially.

DORIE: But not wholly?

JOHN: I wanted to see if I enjoyed it as much the second time as I did the first.

DORIE: Did you?

(Their lips almost touching when...suddenly they both jerk back in their seats.)

DORIE: What was that?!

JOHN: Looks like we're moving.

(Dorie looks down, grabs bar and shuts her eyes)

JOHN: Won't be long now. (looking)

DORIE: You don't think we'll go around again?

JOHN: No.

(They jerk in their seats)

JOHN: This is us.

(They both raise their arms up and let fo of the "bar")

DORIE: Yes.

(She then suddenly embarrased jumps out, extends her hand in the formal good-bye)

DORIE: It...it..has been a pleasure.

(He takes her hand)

DORIE: (newly flustered) Yes, Well...you better get going...and have that cigarette, I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble kissing every girl in the park just so you can make it through the day without smoking...I better get going.

(Shel lets go of his hand and starts to walk away, He hollers out to her)

JOHN: Dorie, you coming back next year?

DORIE: It is a tradition.

(She exits. He looks after her, smiles but doesn't follow. He takes out a cigarette, puts in his mouth, yhinks better of it, puts the cigarette back in his pocket and exits.)

This is my second open scripted scene. Being an actor in this scene is hard, but James Dean once said
"Being a good actor isn't easy. Being a man is even harder. I want to be both before I'm done."

I remember

Sejiwa

Pada irama ku berpesan
Lagu ini ditujukan
Padanya yang Tersayang

Kasihku kau pernah dipersia
Lalu kubawa cintaku
Sebagai penawarnya
Biar lukamu masih terasa

Sesaat engkau tidak ku temu
Bulan seakan pilu
Tiada dapat beradu

Begitu jika engkau membisu
Badai jauh dilautan
Tiada ketepian
Sebegitu cintaku padamu

Usahlah cinta dibawa bersama
Ditenggelami mentari di timur
Gelap gelita tiada bercahaya
Ku tiada berdaya

Inginku selalu di sampingmu
Tiap waktu siang melambai malam
Bagaikan senja denyutan cinta kita
Penyambung hadirnya

Akan ku bina istana bahagia
Menjadi lambang kasih berpanjangan
Hentikan airmata pedih kenangan
Yang mencakar perasaan
Mekarlah bunga cinta
Seharum wangi kemboja
Mekarlah bunga cinta
Di taman kita sejiwa

Huh! That's the most sentimental 80's ballad lyrics I've ever read (jiwang seyh!!!). Well, that's not the point of my posting this time.
Early this morning, I gave up trying to sleep after having a bad cough for 3 hours non-stop. I got off of my bed, grabbed my new-bought coffee-maker kettle and poured down the hazelnut coffee. That's exactly when the melody of the song above came across my mind. And it never get out of my mind until now. Until, I tried hard to open up everything, and found the lyrics in the Net.

All I could remember that time was the melody. The melody I heard almost everyday 10 years ago from a man and I wish it would never come back again. However, the melancholy of my feelings toward to the song failed to shun other memories associated from flowing into my head.

I do remember the way he sits on the chair,
his dysphoric emotions carried with the song,
his well-defined body moved along,
the never-stared-at-all notes.

I do remember the way his fingers dancing on the piano's keyboard,
his feet lilting on the pedals,
and his voice hitting the notes.

I don't remember how his face looks like,
I don't remember his name,
I don't remember where it was,
I don't remember where I was, looking at him singing and playing the song,
I don't remember why I was there.

I do remember him as he introduced me to the world of love, humanity.

"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." – Jelaluddin Rumi

Thank you to Jelaluddin Rumi for conveying his legacy of the beauty in humanity that ties together my memories with the person above and my trepidation of unveiling my emotions towards arts.

Kena Tag lagi...."Five Things"

I've been tag by Azwan for "Five Things..."

lima benda dalam bag saya:

1)Couple of pens, which I took everytime I went to PEFCU bank for free and Bic pencils.
2)Missouri, New York, Indiana and Rhode Island quaters.
3)The Purification of The Heart by Hamza Yusuf and The Namesake.
4)A clipper <-- dun remember when did I put it there..
5)Purdue Planner.

lima benda dalam dompet saya:

1)Bank, credit, Insurance, Identification, Starbucks, Purdue ID cards!
2)A sticker-picture of me, Addin, and Saini.
3)Some business cards.
4)couple of receipts which might be useful for a game like I played during 2005 HACC annual Dinner!
5)1 ringgit bill.

lima benda faveret dalam bilik saya:
1) my shirts in my closet.
2) my creatively adorned board.
3) my double-decker bed.
4) a huge Malaysia's flag hung on the wall.
5) a 1.5 meter mr Froggy!

lima perkara yang saya nak lakukan:
1) Producing and directing a film.
2) Traveling to India.
3) Playing Hinata Rhapsody #1. Opus 38 to the one I love.
4) Meeting in personal with Damien Rice.
5) Writing a poem to the one I love.

lima perkara yang sedang dilakukan:

1) Writing this post.
2) Thinking of when I should study for theater's quiz tommorow.
3) Listening to 'Lelaki Ini' by Anuar Zain.
4) Wondering if I should make a cup of 3 in 1 nescafe given by Nabilah or not.
5) Browsing for materials for the next posts!

Eros

A Farewell


Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,

Thy tribute wave deliver:

No more by thee my steps shall be,

For ever and for ever.


Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,

A rivulet then a river:

No where by thee my steps shall be,

For ever and for ever.


But here will sigh thine alder tree,

And here thine aspen shiver;

And here by thee will hum the bee,

For ever and for ever.


A thousand suns will stream on thee,

A thousand moons will quiver;

But not by thee my steps shall be,

For ever and for ever.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson


I've been tagged by Gamat!

8 random things bout me:

a) I'm sentimental which sometimes reach to the point of blissing out!
b) Keep lots of big secrets!
3) Pay attention to inconsequential details, but they are unique observations though!
4) Love to play with words!
e) From the outside may look blithesomeness, but always carrying huge responsibilities. Just don't want to bother anybody.
6) Loud in every sense!
g) I have 2 dads, 3moms, and 15 siblings!! Proud of it!
h) I wanna be a film director!!!!

Enticing Lines & Stunning Acts


Below is Burke's vow for his wedding with Christina during season finale of Grey's Anatomy, Didn't we almost have it all?. The vow was delivered in a surgery room, right in front of Addison, Izzy and nurses, prior to his wedding.

“Christina, I could promise to hold you and to cherish you.
I could promise to be there in sickness and in health.
I could say ’till death d
o us part.
But I won’t.
Those vows are for optimistic couples.
The ones full of hope.
And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope.
I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful.
I am sure, I am steady, and I know.
I am a heart man: I take them apart, I put them back together.
I hold them in my hands.
I am a heart man.
So this, I am sure.
You are my partner, my lover, my very best friend.
My heart, my heart, beats for you.
And on this day, the day of my wedding,
I promise you this:
I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hand.
I promise you ME.”

And Addison said,
"“Well, I think I speak for every woman in this room when I say: dump her, dump Yang, and marry me”.


This is an enchanting jaw between Maximilian and Horst during 3-minute recess in Detention Camp, in Bent (1997). They are standing next to each other and they are not allowed to move or even touch each other, in a freezing Winter, when Horst is having a bad cough.

"I want to make you happy," Max
"Then be gentle with me," Horst

"I don't know how," Max
"Just hold me," Horst

"I'm afraid to hold you," Max
"Don't be," Horst

"I'm afraid. I'm gonna drown," Max
"Hold me, please. Hold me," Horst

"Ok.." Max


"I'm holding you," Max
"Are you?" Horst

"You're here in my arms. I promise
I promise. I'm holding you. You're here," Max
"Touch me. Are you?" Horst

"Yes. Touching," Max
"Gently," Horst

"Touching...Softly," Max
"Warm me,"Horst

"Softly." Max
"Warm me gently." Horst

"Softly. I'm touching you softly.
Gently. You're safe.
I'll keep you safe and warm.
You're with me now
You'll never be cold again.
I'm holding you now.. safe...and warm.
As long as you're here, as long as you're with me, as long as I'm holding you.
You're safe!" Max


These two excerpts are taken from two different mediums of story-telling. One from the sexy-medical drama series, Grey's Anatomy, and another from a critically acclaimed film, starring Clive Owen and Lothaire Bluteau, Bent.
The lines expressed by Preston Burke are eloquently written, that give profound susceptibility in deciphering Burke's boundless love to Cristina. It makes Isiaah Washington's (Preston Burke) job easier in the scene, because the lines itself stand splendidly.
It's not an easy job to both Clive Owen and Lothaire Bluteau to evoke the audiences' emotions to feeling the scene abysmally, with such simple lines. However, Owen and Bluteau's exceptional style in acting bolsters the lines and makes the scene as one of my favorite scenes in most of the films I have ever watched.
The excerpts give me a lesson about good films, dramas or plays. No matter how bad your storyline is, as long as you have blue-ribbon actors and emotionally effective scripts, your films, dramas, or plays, will be satisfying arts.

The Order of The Phoenix

A year ago, I was sitting at the cafe in front of INTEC library with Syafrul, Addin and Saini, enjoying the Abg Indon's ambrosial nasi lemak, but it was ruffled by a conversation between 3 kakak TESL (no offense to any TESLan) who were sitting at the next table.

"You know what..on my way out of the theater, I'd really wanna tell those who were going into the theater, to stop, turn back, return the tickets and use that money to buy a BigMac! " One of the kakaks, wearing a black skirt, stripe black and white blouse plus a white scarf(By that kind of dressing it can be told that she was TESLan), emotionally expressed her feelings about a film she just watched.
"They shouldn't cut off that much from the book, two fabulous chapters of the book!" Another kakak heat up the confabulation to a degree that gave me a sign that they had just seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Here came the third kakak, who surprisingly lowered the heat,
"I never read any Harry Potter's book. I walked in with nothing, and walked out with something. I'm happy with it because the film tells me Harry Potter story!"

Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix was released couple weeks ago and it was one of have-to-watch films in my list ("The Namesake" is the best so far!!). Addin, Saini, Alim and I went to Wabash Landing Theater 2 days after the premiere. I'm not into fantasy kind of films, but Harry Potter (and Transformers for this year) has drawn my attention into understanding the guile of fantasy film. Again, the Order of Phoenix didn't disappoint me like others. The Order of Phoenix is well-crafted as the characters evolves, the plots get more convoluted, secrets are unveiled, and definitely, the witchcraft world is being portrayed enthrallingly.

While walking back home with Addin, Saini and Alim,
Alim said "I'm not satisfied!! There should be a scene where Harry uses The Unforgivable Spell to torture Bellatrix Lestrange (Voldemort Death Eater, played by Helena Bonham). They should have that in the film!"

Here's another
obiter dictum which has the same premise as the first two kakaks'. This time, I replied "I walked in the theater with nothing except everything I know from previous Harry Potter films, I walked out with something, and I'm happy with it! I don't feel I just wasted $8 because the film tells Harry Potter story!" I used the same premise as the third kakak TESL used. In contrast to the third Kakak TESL, I have read Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix before watching the film, but she never read The Goblet of Fire before watching it.

Nowadays, there's a lot of films made based on novels, short stories, and plays, which are known as adapted screenplay in film language. Some of them are fiascoes and most of them are completely stunning and in Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix, I, personally, put it as brilliantly adapted. The plot flows well as in the book, which means the film tells the story in the book. However, there are some details not included in the film such as the one Alim's complaining about. Can you imagine how hard it is to condense an 800-plus-page tome into restricted-less-than-3-hour film, especially by newcoming director David Yates and screenwriter Michael Goldenberg? Can you imagine how to squeeze everything into a script of 138-minutes film, to tell the tale well?
Daniel Radcliffe once apologized for not including some parts of the book in the film, otherwise, the film will be too long. The production does not want to face the same failure as other lengthy-films.

There are millions of Harry Potter's fans who have enjoyed watching the series without having Rowling's works, the same is Lord of The Rings fans who have never read Tolkien's books, so, it is not necessarily a plus reading the books. Still, for the sake of understanding the movie in depth, the knowledge from the books come into its role.


Before sitting in the theater to watch any adapted screenplay films, which I have read the books prior to watch it, such as The Pursuit of Happyness and Harry Potter itself, I would clear all of my thoughts or expectation about the films. I believe that most of the audiences, who have read the books, struggles while watching the films. They try to compare what they have read and what they are watching, whether it is better or worst than the book, even a minuscule detail grabs their attention. In certain extent, they are not satisfied of whatever they have seen and begin to lose their attention. Consequently, they couldn't feel the sensational of the film.

Yasmin Ahmad in her 'notorious' blog, The Storyteller, once noted
"
When reviewing a film, it's best to consider its main contention first"
And it came to my realization that the third kakak had a fine review of Harry Potter because it is rooted on its makers intentions, which is to tell Harry Potter tale!

Mesmerizing

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

by William Shakespeare

"Aye my love!"

My "opportunity's" poem


"Nothing Twice"
by Wislawa Symborska



Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without chance to practice

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,

you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with exactly the same kisses.

One day, perhaps, some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,
I can't help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It's in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.

The nature of arts

A great gratitude to Frida Vigdorova, a Soviet writer and journalist, for making a crucial effort by smuggling an eccentric excerpt. The famous excerpt was taken from Joseph Brodsky 'parasitism' trial transcript. Here's the excerpt:
Judge: And what is your profession, in general?
Brodsky: I am a poet and a literary translator.
Judge: Who recognizes you as a poet? Who enrolled you in the ranks of poets?
Brodsky: No one. Who enrolled me in the ranks of humankind?
Judge: Did you study this?
Brodsky: This?
Judge: How to become a poet. You did not even try to finish high school where they prepare, where they teach?
Brodsky: I didn’t think you could get this from school.
Judge: How then?
Brodsky: I think that it ... comes from God.

(The original transcript)
The legendary Joseph Brodsky (1940-1996) has introduced me to the pivotal aspect of writings, drawings, paintings, and poetry. The nature of arts comes from God. Often people say that they don't have any sense of arts inside. I believe they lose their bearings in realizing or searching for the correct direction. God always speaks to humans by giving different kind of signs thru everything around us, and it's our job to figure it out, take it, analyze it, and use it as efficient as we could. However, sometimes we are blinded by the things we choose as priorities, putting aside His rules and orders.

"Love heals" - Yasmin

Journey of hope

With Sharifah Amani and a new batch of actors in tow, Yasmin Ahmad heads for Ipoh to shoot her fifth film, Muallaf.

It was the last day of production, and it was going to be a long day. But Yasmin Ahmad looked reasonably happy. The preceding 10 days had been a success as far as she was concerned. The film that she had been talking about for the past one year, Muallaf (The Convert), had finally become a reality. There we were in front of a pub in Ipoh at 2am, and despite the crew rushing to prepare for the scenes, the atmosphere was very relaxed.

It had rained all day just hours before, yet miraculously, the skies cleared just as shooting was about to begin.

The director approached her actors for last minute instructions while the imposing first assistant director Pete Abdullah, affectionately known as Uncle Pete, watched over everything with a keen eye for detail. Executive producer Rosnah Kassim was all smiles, and so was post-producer Elyna Shukri.

Later, before the second scene inside the pub, the sound guy rushed over to adjust the microphone, strung on actress Yeo Yann Yann’s chest.

Aiyah, still want to adjust cleavage ah? No need lah!” Yasmin quipped.

Four films after she started out, nothing seems to have changed. A Yasmin Ahmad film shoot is still the craziest thing anyone could experience. Her MHz Film “family” remain a close-knit and jovial lot. Their pre-production preparations are almost legendary. Yasmin once told me: “I rehearse with my actors a lot. That’s why when I’m on set, I just lepak.”

And lepak she did. After a scene was shot, there would be either discussions with her assistant director or cinematographer Keong Low over the walkie-talkie, or just one line from her: “I’m happy with it if Keong’s happy with it.”

The one thing about Yasmin that many people know, but is rarely mentioned, is that she is a part-time filmmaker, but a full-time executive creative director with an advertising firm. She has to get official leave from work just to make her films. It is almost like a hobby. Ask her about it, and she will only say she feels extremely lucky to be able to do this and have so much creative freedom in the process, a luxury some full-time filmmakers can only dream of.

Yasmin Ahmad and Sharifah Amani. – Picture by LIM SOK LIN
Muallaf is her fifth film, and fourth theatrical feature (Rabun was a telemovie made for TV3). As with all her previous films, Yasmin entices us with clues and bits of the story but never the whole picture. We know that it’s about two sisters, Rohani and Rohana (played by real-life siblings Sharifah Amani and Sharifah Aleysha), who run away from an abusive father (Datuk Rahim Razali), and meet a Catholic teacher (Brian Yap). We know that it’s about childhood trauma, and hope and forgiveness. But where is the muallaf in all of this? Your guess is as good as mine.


It all might sound controversial, in light of some recent cases involving religious issues. But Yasmin assures viewers that Muallaf is far from controversial. In fact, three personnel from the religious department visited one of the locations at a church but found nothing amiss. Apparently, some people had complained about seeing a group of Muslim students near the church, and this had prompted the religious department to investigate. But Yasmin said they left after finding out that it was only a film shoot.

“It is not a religious story at all,” she said of Muallaf. “It’s about coping with a difficult past, how we all have crap in our lives. It’s about how different people cope with it differently. Some cope by being hateful and shutting themselves in. Some cope by forgiving, others by being brave. This is about how the brave help draw out those who shut themselves in and help them reconcile with their ghosts.”

The pub shoot ended at 6am, and after a few hours’ sleep, the crew was back at it again at 10am, this time at an unoccupied bungalow belonging to Tenaga Nasional Bhd. The occasion was the all-important and much-publicised shaving of Amani’s head. During the ride to the location, I asked Amani how she felt.

“Very nervous!” she said, and she looked so.

It was an extremely long wait for the crew to set up the scene, and an even longer wait for Amani’s hair to be shorn by a barber. No one was allowed upstairs where the shaving was done, but someone reported that she was laughing and crying at the same time. When the scene was finally shot, it was incredibly moving.

Without giving anything away, it is enough to say for now that when audiences finally see the two sisters praying side-by-side, there will be a truly memorable movie moment when Amani removes her telekung.

Amani was already wearing her hair short for the rest of the film, but now with her head completely bald, Yasmin thought she looked even more beautiful.

Asked how she felt putting her actress through such a difficult situation, Yasmin only replied: “She is like my own anak. It hurts me if it hurts her.”

In fact, Yasmin has worked with all of the Sharifah sisters by now, the last one being Aleysha. She admitted that she wrote the character of Rohana specifically with Aleysha in mind. She said all of the sisters are completely unselfconscious in front of the camera.

“I like (the sisters) because I know them and I know their parents,” said Yasmin. “If I have a problem with them, I scold them. And if they don’t respond, I SMS their parents, and their parents scold them! They call me ‘mak’.”

Earlier in the day, the crew shot a scene in the bungalow involving a real-life convert and his family. It was a short scene of them praying, which provides a clue as to what Yasmin is really trying to say with this latest film.

“I know so many muallaf who converted after falling in love with Muslim women,” she explained.

“Many of these muallaf I know who got into the religion because of love became really, really good Muslims. I think God pulls us towards Him whichever way He pleases, and it’s not for human beings to say what is the right way and what is not.”


-Full credit to ALLAN KOAY-

also available at The Star Online

AWOL: Absent Without Leave

After the convocation, stepping out the hall, I saw the clouds, like steam from thermal adorned the Lafayette’s blue sky, indicating the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring. Stored in my “recently added” iPOD playlist, Damien Rice’s “Elephant” has been gone through my ears repeatedly since last week, a month after Elise introduced me “Closer” – a witty, romantic and very dangerous British love story emphasizing a nagging nuance of ‘Strangers’.

“Perfectly suited you,” the blue-eyes and blondy girl told me.

The blandiloquent song and the halcyon day has made me reminisced back my old years at my hometown, Changlun.

I took off my shoes and replaced it with my flip-flops because that was the perfect day to wear it since 4 months of wearing boots. Hours before, while walking out of Purdue Memorial Union’s South Ballroom, after the receptions and convocation for 2007 University Honors Convocation, Jacob complained about wearing formal attire during a 73-degree-Fahrenheit (about 22 degree Celsius) day.

“I knew, I shouldn’t have worn this so-called ‘business’ attire today”.

“Hey, it’s just Spring. It’ll be worst than this next two or three weeks”, like been there longer than him, I replied while taking off my blazer.


I have gone through something worst than that temperature, when I used to walked back home during my high-school-hood. But luckily, Apit asked me taking lift on his bike. We used to go for Al-Bukhary and Darul Bakti tuitions together. Because I have no guts to ride the bike, my school shirts were finely decorated by the bike's 'minyak hitam' coming from the exzos at the back. If I wasn't at the field training for never ending sports events thruout the year, in Pn. Basharah's room - the school's counselor, practicing and memorizing speeches for upcoming debates or public speaking competitions, or hanging out with Fakhrul in 'notorious' computer labs, my parents or close friends would find me with Apit, doing daffy stuffs.

Other than Apit, my life in SMK Changlun has been filling up with tons of noteworthy moments by a group of decent educators. Having all of these hellacious educators, was not only as the mediums to convey all the materials in the syllabus, but they give me life, like fathers or mothers raising up their son, friends hanging out or chatting about teenage stuffs, and the adults talking about the reality of life. These are the people who are responsible bolstering me to shine my lights for all to see.

The serene Pn. Basharah
The adroit Sir Zubir
The loquacious Pn. Aidah
The gorgeous Teacher Sharon
The emollient Pn. Aishah
The genius Mr. Ooi
The esoteric Pn. Fauziah
The beatific Pn. Roziah

When, I am asked by my colleagues, what it takes to become who I am today, a nobody to somebody who has a huge responsibility towards people around him, my answer is always the same. It is my experiences, either the fine ones or the awful ones contributed by the above amazing people, made me stand where I am now.

Vincent Van Gough once said,
"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."

And here, Gogh's words precisely depict my journey. And today these people have brought me to the 2007 University Honors Convocation, and also everything is nothing without Him, the most gracious Giver to me.

Moments

Today, I went to the Purdue HSSE (Humanities, Social Science & Education Library) borrowing Chris Gardner's famous oeuvre, The Pursuit of Happyness. The warmth of Summer, the fine of Daughtry's 'Home' thru my iPod, and the smell of fresh cut grass, pulling me back to my first met with Dj 10 months ago, when I crossed by Purdue Memorial Union on my way home. Even though the 'owh-hi' met was on Fall semester, the Indiana's unpredictable weather tells the reason why the memory came back on Summer. Then, I chose to walk by Dj's house using Grant st. between Krannert and Rawls buildings, crossing the block and taking the W. Wood St before N. Salisbury St.

"Cepat la J!! Dah lambat. Nanti sampai dah mula.."
"Sabaq la..Hang ni jalan laju nak mampuih!"
Reminiscing back when I urged Dj at the back of Rawls to walk faster to Switchfoot concert at the end of last Spring at Slayter Hill. I'm 1ft taller than Dj, so as I moved a lil bit faster, she needed to double her efforts to catch up my pace. It was said in the flyers that the concert would be started at 3, and it was 3.30 when we were at the Rawls. I knew we weren't late because the Facebook group said Switchfoot would only perform at 5. It was less than 2 months before Dj's departing to Malaysia. The urge was more to my desire to have certain memorable moment with Dj (sounds sentimental? Dun care...).

I started smiling when passing by Dj's house recalling back the moment we spent during my 1st Winter break before going to Purdue's big rival school - IU. The moment when we played 'Taboo' with Addin, Saini, Safwan, Effy, Anne and Ama. I don'
t think I would like playing 'Taboo' if my 1st play wasn't with those guys. Addin and Effy was the center of attraction during the game when they collaborated to solve one word AS they were opponents for each other!

"Confirmed?" Addin asked Effy for a confirmation after asking her about a clue to be given so he wouldn't mess up the rules.
"Ya, ya...Confirmed!" Effy confidently answered that w/o realizing that they're opponents!

It wasn't a pleasant Winter for some people as they believe that we should spend the winter at Florida or California in the warm weather, or NYC for great Christmas or New Year eves, rather than
wasting your time in the dead-town of Lafayette or Indiana. It's good enough for me to spend the Winter with these kanak2-riang scholars as I'd rather having great moments filling up my despairs of ignoring my only sister, when she sent me to the airport couple months ago, with four Felicities - Dj, Effy, Ama, and Anne, than get stuck in the crowded New Year's or Christmas' celebration in NYC .

And today, I'm glad that I can recall back the moment I chose to be preserved.

As I stepped inside my apartment, it came across my mind, that I have 3 more yrs to spend over here w/o Dj and Effy. How could I preserved those moments with them, so, it'll be fresh and dulcet as it should be? Thus, I decided to create this blog. Noting everything in the past, present, future, and thoughts as my life goes on as a Boilermaker, a MARA scholar, an actuary wannabe, a friend of Effy, DJ, and two angels in my apartment, a son of Kamis and Hasimah, and of course a slave of the Almighty Allah.