[Sekali-Sekala]

Friday. I think I should write more frequently to keep my sanity or go nuts. No, I'm not depress with my life now and heck I LOVE it more than ever. I just wished that a hidden papparazzi would stalk and blog about me, hence I don't have to bother to blog about myself anymore. Pfft.

Okay kids, let's sum up everything in ten minutes!

1. There's a new Qantas plane on my desk. I LOVE it very very very much. Thanks, Tatie. Ailebiuhh!

2. Whoa! Willow!! in 3/4 weeks. Break a leg, people!

3. My SIFE team is going strong. I have so much faith in this year's team. Let's karaoke!

4. Had a short vacation in Taman Negara. Went young and wild for three days with a bunch of crazy fellas.

5. A feminist interviewed me during an event in Shah Alam. I still cant find the video though. Erghh.

6. Too many projects to handle. It's a good training ground, I believe.

7. I bought a new black wallet. It looked like a leather wallet, but I hope its not. Pity the animals.

8. I think Tublr is a cool thing. Work it, Mizan! :D

9. Oh oh oh! Went to ex schoolmate's reception ceremony. AWESOME. It felt so good- reuniting with long-lost friends and reminiscing those memories. :)

50 more minutes before Zohor. I shall take a nap now. (sunnah okay!) :D

[YasminAhmad'sFilms]

Matahari Books & Sunway University College

with the association of MERCY Malaysia

present the launch of the book

YASMIN AHMAD'S FILMS

by Amir Muhammad

If you'd like to be the first to get your hands on this book, do come along :-)

After this, the book will also have launch events in Seoul, Jakarta, Paris and Singapore.

Synopsis:

Yasmin Ahmad left a vibrant legacy, and it is still strange to talk about her in the past tense.

In order to deal with his grief, Amir Muhammad, fellow Malaysian filmmaker and friend, watched anew her six feature-length films (RABUN, SEPET, GUBRA, MUKHSIN, MUALLAF and TALENTIME), as well as several of her most popular commercials. Neither an obituary nor a conventional work of film criticism, this book was written just a month after her funeral and is Amir's personal look at the stories, but with quite a few tangents of his own.

Chatty and informative, YASMIN AHMAD'S FILMS can be devoured not only by established fans but newcomers to her work. It is also a tribute to one of Malaysia's most amazing daughters.

All the writer's royalties from the first edition will be donated to the MERCY- Yasmin Ahmad Fund for Children.

Pages: 248 (including 24 pages of colour photos)

ISBN: 9789834484521

Price: RM30

More info visit Amir's blog here.

[The Boy Who Cried Wolf]

My friend and I had a chat online few months ago, and he asked, “Lee, what will you become in next 5 years. What are your plans?”. Gulp. Well, I stuttered. (can you imagine a person stutter in Yahoo Messenger? Nevermind.) I hate to say this, but I have to admit I lost sense of directions in life since the day of 3^rd July 2005. Let’s not make the day as a commemoration day or something, but that was the day when my ambitions burnt into dust and vanished into thin air.

When I was 16, I have a clear, achievable objective; to be a pilot. I want to be an airline pilot so bad till I spent my 2-year Telekom’s scholarship by printing as much info as I could at the school’s library. It will cost you RM0.50 back then though. Therefore, without my parents’ patronage, I wrote a curricular vitae (CV) by referring to my English teacher. I sent the application letter stamped with RM 2 to MAS (Malaysian Airlines System Berhad), and bow my head and silently prayed for positive answer.

On a morning of June, I received a letter with a MAS logo on its upper far-right side. I squealed with joy, despite the fact that I hadn’t opened it yet. I tiptoed to my room, and read every alphabet on that plain white paper, so I don’t miss out any important details.

Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.

During dinner, without saying anything, I hand the letter to my Abah. I really hope that the whole family will say “congratulation” and be surprised upon my first offer letter. But, I was wrong. I was dead wrong. Abah put the letter away and my Mak scolded me for applying the career and told me there’s no way she will let me be a pilot. “With 7A’s on your examination slip, why should you resort to be a pilot? You should be worry about your enrolment to Matriculation or Univerfuckingsity. Think about it, boy!” (which later, I was offered both)

I swear I can't neither understand nor believe this fuckery back then.

And on that very day, 3^rd July 2005, I was sitting in my room, crying like a sissy. Since that day, I lost my compass that got me fueled with passion and directions in things that I do. I traded off and rejected an international program, for an act of disapproval to my parents.

Now, I’m still trying to cope with my studies, without attentively pay heed to the lectures. Still in denial, I think I do not belong here, in the faculty. Am still trying to map out my future even it’s still vague and the road seems longer than I thought. Do I feel regret over the disturbance along my way?

Maybe yes, but I believe that God works in mysterious ways.

p/s: Prior to your comments, I would like to thank to friends and well-wishers that constantly reminding me about and helping me out along the way (and pardon all the bad language used). God bless America you!

[Selamat Sunny Sabtu]

[Crashed]

A Federal Express (FedEx) cargo plane crashed and burst into towering inferno as it landed at Narita International Airport in Tokyo on March 23, 2009.



Two pilots were flying and both lost their lives.
God bless them souls.




(via Youtube, CNN)

[Iron Bird pt. ii]

Today we had a long, long journey, from Shah Alam to KLIA and straight to Presinct 2 Putrajaya in Chip's little Yellow Mini Coop (Kelisa, it is. haha)! We went straight to KLIA to accompany Chip to meet his friend whose going to Japan to pursue his studies. And as usual, when it comes to going airports, I will not resist. I even can't sleep, waiting anxiously to be there.

There were about 60 to 80 Malaysian students, boys and girls, left Malaysia for Japan, casually clad in jet-black coats and pants, hunting for their dreams. Like any other usual departure, emotions were exchanged, tears shed, and family and friends bid tear-jerking goodbyes. And I met Kinah there, and we wandered here and there and did practice a little drama.

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Here's the situation:

Hundreds of friends and family were waving, to the students. And Acad, Kinah and I crept into the sad, emotional waving crowd and start a little telenovela;

Kinah: Siapa nak tanggungjawab kat baby aku ni. Siapa? (waving aimlessly)

Moja: Sabar, Kinah. Sabar! Dia tak bertanggungjawab!!!(waving jugak)

Acad: Ko terpaksa mintak bapak dia tanggungjawab kat baby ni! (still waving)

(abang, pakcik, makcik kat sebelah pandang-pandang, mungkin berfikir, siapakah diantara budak-budak nak gi Jepun tu yang telah 'mengandungkan' Kinah. Dan kami berlalu tergelak-gelak tanpa rasa bersalah). Hahaha! Madam Rosalind must be proud of us three.

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Oh. Airports. We always have this bittersweet relationship, no? Even though I failed to be one of the "metal-tubes" drivers, I fret not. Another time, maybe. So people, baffle not. I'm still not going anywhere. Hahaha!

p.s: The little drama at the airport is my brainchild. Genius! Ahahaha!

p.s.s: I met a female pilot at the bay for the first time and I find it sexy.

(Pics: Boeing 747-400 Malaysia Airlines)

[IronBird]

It's 4:36 am. Few more hours to go.:)


Update 1: 4:57 am. Checking for 2009 MAS pilot's recruitment. Too excited. Can't barely sleep.Update 2: 5:33 am. Can't sleep, been watching National Geographic's Worst Mid-Air Plane Collision.Update 3: 5:49 am. Watching Hudson Plane Crash in 2009, NYC. Miracle may happen!Update 4: 6:11 am. Adzan. Finished watching, perfect timing. Solat.Update 5: 6:27 am. Now smells better, switch on the lights. Good Morning, people!Update 5.2: 6:30 am. Launched iTunes, Adele and Amy Winehouse as early breakfast. Don't do Britney in the morning, way too raunchy, Moja!Update 6: 6:56 am. Dressing up. Nice-looking little fledglings may be waiting. ahoy!Update 7: 7:03 am. Off to KLIA, the nest of the iron birds. Gotta catch them! Bye!
Final Update: 16:34 pm. Here, back in Shah Alam.


(Pics: Boeing 747-400 Malaysia Airlines)