i’ve redesigned and rennovated my old, decaying site. now it’s revitalized with a new brand of shampoo! nice and strong and shiny hair would attract ju-
ahem…
it’s here:
http://azarimy.tanggam.com
things i didnt realize i missed, until i came back to the UK:
- everybody queing up for everything, even the toilets
- the phrase "u’alright, luv?"
- day without sun
- FHM! ARENA! MAXIM! wooohoo!
- real broadband
- train ride gets u everywhere. fast!
- buying newsstands and stationaries at the post office
- extremely dry skin
- people narrating everything that they do
- kebabs and fish&chips
- the feeling of not feeling my nose
- the word "mobile" instead of "handphones"
- the word "text" instead of "SMS"
- not being able to eat lotsa fastfoods…
- the phrase "j’knowha’ahmean?"
it’s been awhile now since my last post isnt it? sigh. lots of things has happened in about a month or so. let’s see, where can i start…
i’ve just settled down in sheffield about 4 weeks ago. it’s way calmer than london, that’s for sure. everyone’s more friendlier, and surprisingly not many chinese around. which is weird. BUT, there are far too many malays around. is that good? hopefully. i just loath those with foul mouths who smiles at ur face and spits and ur back, know what i mean?
there are about 450 registered malay students in sheffield, this is not including their spouses, children or other families. heck, i practically stumble upon a malay student everywhere i go. ok ke? ok la kot…
back in london, it was different. although there are a lot of asians there, but not many are malays. those whom i thought were malays were actually thais or vietnamese, or even srilankans. and those whom i thought was thais, philipino or some other exotic pan-asian descendants, were actually malay. argh.
oh well. what else…
owh, i spent christmas in london. balik kampunglah. bought a bunch of stuff, mostly for hantaran. well, that’s another topic, isnt it? haha. oh well, end of this year probably. after raya. maybe november. the flight tickets cheaper too. we’ll see.
a long holiday was something i thought i needed. maybe this was the break i was so looking forward to, just to get away from the job that’s been bugging me for quite some time. but heck, two days of not doing anything at home and i’ve started feeling bored. i mean really bored. like a slow, lonely descent down a lift. but there was no ending, it’s like an eternity, slipping into oblivion.
eventually my family and i went back to sabak bernam, as eid was getting awfully close, and our family back home was short handed in the preparation, and could use all the help they can get. so off we go, and i thought it couldnt have come at a better time, because this whole sitting at home not doing anything was seriously getting on my fun-side.
back in sabak bernam (sungai air tawar to be exact), the usual bunch of families were already there. by the last day of ramadhan, 4 families have gathered at my mbah’s house; my family, my uncle’s family, and two of my aunts’ families. it was getting crowded, you might think, but you have no idea how big my dad’s family actually is. and that’s not including my mom’s.
my grandfather had four wives. my dad is the sixth child (out of ten) from the 3rd wife. i have about 54 cousins (not including my family), from my dads real siblings. i have no idea how many cousins in total if i were to take into accound the families from my grandfather’s other wives. can you imagine if every one of them decides to come back for eid at the same day? we would need a small hotel to fit everyone in!
it just hit me. how do i know who’s who? during secondary school we had this project called "salasilah keluarga", basically the family tree. mine was the biggest in my class, and i wished the chart was still around at home. right now i have to redo the whole thing again, and it’s going to be hell all over again. i know that there’s one uncle that i have not met before in my life. i think he’s somewhere in JB, but i have no way of knowing.
maybe i should put it in the newspapers.
so now, i’m gonna start keeping track of everyone. i’ll start with the current families that i’m close to. so there’s the penang family, a whole bunch of lecturers; the sabak bernam families, those who are still residing near my mbah’s house; the kota bharu family, the current malaysian badminton players of hashim family, the teluk intan family, my dad’s closest sister who makes awesome sambal pecal and genuine javanese cuisines; another teluk intan family, which one of the siblings (my cousin) is the Johor chief of police (just knew about this); the bendang families, two of my uncles who’re into traditional paddy farming, huge family by themselves and lots more. man, i really have to start keeping track of everyone!
aye, again i made a round trip JB-KL-JB. i thought that by going back to KL in the wee hours would give me some free space on asphalt, but noooo. i left JB at about 11pm. halfway through johor, i had a bunch of cars lining up behind me. ofcourse, i couldnt give way because of a couple of trailers climbing a slight elevation slowly on the left side of the road. infront of me, a kancil full of people.
well, going at about 110kmh, u would think that the bunch behind me would be a little considerate. ofcourse, the kancil full of people climbing a hill were just a little more than that little measly train who goes "i think i can, i think i can". then it happen. FLASH.
dammit, there were a couple of trailers to go.
another FLASH.
i adjusted my rear view mirror to deflect the next flash away. the kancil full of people was taking its time. less than 10 seconds later, FLASH FLASH.
god dammit! i started slowing down. 100… 95… 90…
the distance between the kancil and i grew bigger. it almost cleared of the last trailer. the car behind me was virtually kissing my bumper, because i couldnt see its headlight anymore. i knew there were a few quick flashes, but i couldnt see it.
finally the kancil gave way. downshifting, i sped past it and immediately gave way to the car behind me. slowly it accelerated beside me. and then i saw the make of the car. and what it meant.
it was a white perdana, and it wasnt a singaporen. the blue & red light bar on its roof says so. not forgetting the word "POLIS" written on the sides of the car. the officer in the passenger car gave me the look. i found myself grinning. it sped past me.
the car behind him bore the emblem of "Ahli Parlimen Malaysia". i was like…. ooops!
every architecture student knows that they have virtually all the means in the world to progress. scoring good grades is not the only way to achieve "good architect" status. i’ve been preaching this to all my students, and whether they appreciate it or not, god knows.
the lecture period ends today. i’ve tabled out most of the grades based on the past 4 projects that they did along the semester. some were happy, some were taken aback. some didnt even expect i would share the grades with everyone. oh come on, what did you expect?
but like i said early this semester, if you’re concerned about grades, you are in the wrong place, baby. i’m more concerned on what you learn, which is predetermined before any particular project is attempted. when the project says you will learn "the application of architectural space in one-man environment", then make sure you fulfill and exhibit what is required. if you dont, dont go blaming your mama if the grades is less that what you think you deserve.
ah heck, studying is not to get good grades. well, not in UTM’s architecture atleast. concentrate on the bigger picture. you’re here to become an architect, and to tell you the truth, not all top graders become an architect. these people usually managed to see beyond architecture, and realized after they graduate that architecture is not everything.
like i said before, there are thousands of ways to get around in architecture. these arent taught in the syllabus, it is for you to find out. dont just sit around waiting to be spoonfed. no spoon feeding is allowed in UTM. nobody’s going to GIVE knowledge to you, coz this aint secondary school anymore. heck, why do i even need to write this down?
get off your back. dont be a back bencher and stuck in the background. come forward into the circle of light, let us take a good look at you. show us what you’ve got. wimps and losers can go home.
sleep is boring,
all you do is lie down,
stare at the ceiling,
and let the darkness take you.
sleep is disorienting,
first you lie down facing the ceiling,
the next thing you know,
you’re up facing a wall.
sleep is dull,
you have nothing else to do,
and when you start thinking,
your mind starts drifting away.
sleep is lonely,
when lie down alone,
and when you wake up,
you’re still alone.
sleep is annoying,
just when you succumb into darkness,
the alarm started ringing,
and suddenly it’s the next morning.
sleep is this…
sleep is that…
sleep is bliss.
would you rather feel pain, or emptiness,
or would you let the warmth dissipate?
living in these hollowed walls makes me dizzy,
what would i give to go beyond it?
where would i go if not the other side of it?
the feelings evade, as i hardly understand shit.
a world apart for all this while might take its toll,
for feeling that u have for me might dissipate,
but as i do hope every moment continues to be fluid,
the distance between us disintegrates.
a simple, tiny wire connects our worlds,
i tried to to perceive our the shallow distance between us,
are anything but far away,
for the bind of the heart is stronger thus.
everytime i looked at those stills,
my heart jumped with exuberance,
what manner of heart could achieve such a thing,
such knack of capturing life with delicate substance.
i believe that we will be together,
so sweet as to add fuel to the fire,
and hope to understand that time is irrelevant,
and a simple hope would be enough to become desire.
thank you for your patience.
thank you for your understanding.
look at the time when the dream comes true,
illa, love, i will come to you.
regards,
azarimy
aku tengok cerita ni dengan botak dan sedek tadi. takde benda nak layan, so since aku dah nak gi UK, baik aku tengok cerita melayu, although botak bercadang nak tunggu hari raya aje. cilakak betul!
aku suka approach BADE dalam the first movie, KL menjerit, jadi aku sebenarnya terasa teruja jugak nak tengok prequel kepada movie tu. pada dasarnya, filem ni ok jugak. plot dia takde laa tipikal sangat macam cerita melayu, tapi banyak jugak kelemahannya.
AWAS SPOILER!
secara asasnya, cerita ni mengisahkan macamana shahrul (rosyam nor) first datang ke KL, dan macamana dia boleh terjebak dalam "sukan" lumba motor haram ni. filem ni diceritakan mostly dari perspektif Ku (que - pelakon yg aku tak kenal sangat), seorang mat rempit yg bekerja di kilang printing berita harian/metro. dari awal cerita dia mengajak shahrul yg tinggal di kampung utk ikut bersama2nya tinggal dan bekerja di KL.
ku berkenalan dengan katijah, sorang student medik di salah sebuah universiti di KL. ada banyak cerita tersembunyi di sebalik katijah, dan filem ini mengupasnya sedikit demi sedikit, dan menonjolkan bagaimana ku, shahrul dan nina (erra fazira) deal dengan cerita tersembunyi katijah itu.
filem ini bermula dengan lembab, penuh dengan monolog. ditambah dengan visual yang tidak membantu langsung pemahaman monolog. ia bagaikan menonton filem A, tapi mendengar filem B. even dialog2 selepas itu juga dilafaskan dengan lembab, dragging macam nak gila sampai aku tertanya2 ke mana BADE nak bawak cerita ni.
sampai di pertengahan cerita, kita disajikan dengan misteri katijah, kenapa dia tiba2 mahu berkenalan dengan ku, dan masalahnya dalam pelajaran. pada masa ini, aku tertanya2. apahal cerita ni? bila rosyam nor nak masuk? apa signifikan dua watak utama ni dengan race motor?
sehingga lebih separuh dari cerita ni, barulah kita tahu motivasi katijah, apa yg menyebabkan bergelumang dengan kekusutan dalam pembelajarannya, dan apa yg menghantuinya hingga agak sukar untuk menjalin hubungan dengan ku. tetapi pada masa ini, banyak lagi persoalan yg belum terjawab. siapa nina? apa hubungannya dengan shahrul? ARGH!
slow!
cerita ni suggest bahawa ada banyak sub-plot, tapi sebenarnya agak straightforward. cuma ia diceritakan secara non-linear. mungkin ini percubaan pertama BADE menggunakan teknik non-linear story telling, tetapi the editing was shit! memang teruk laaa editingnya. susah nak catch up samada scene yg kita tonton itu flashback, present day, atau mimpi/imaginasi. suddenly u’ll be like… laaaa… ingatkan dah mati… cheh!
kesinambungan cerita ni dengan kl menjerit adalah simple aje. it’s just shahrul, the main character, dan sedikit sebanyak kehidupannya dalam lumba haram kat KL. itu je. apek dan danny x-factor reprises their role dalam kl menjerit, dan sedikit sebanyak menambahkan spice dalam cerita ini.
overall, cerita ni kira ok jugak laa. ending dia pun proper jugak, especially since the ending ties in every major plot yg ada dalam cerita ni.
walaupun kita telah disogok dengan ending cerita pada awal filem (kerana penggunaan penceritaan non-linear), seluruh cerita ini builds up the reasons of why the ending is like that. for a malay movie, it’s a pretty nice touch. reminds me alot of sepet, dan aku rasa BADE cuba keluar dari kepompong tipikal filem melayu, cuma rasanya belum cukup lagi, terutamanya dari segi editing dan language visual.
ok laaa. quite enjoyable, if u can stand the first 45 minutes. aku still prefer kl menjerit dari kl menJERIT 1. but i have to stress, the target audience does not include ME!
2.5/5
after a year has passed, finally i’ve summoned enough guts to continue my for my PhD. although i’ve started the proposals and supporting studies quite some time ago, but i had to take a break, teach for a couple of months, try to find myself.
so i’ll be going away end of this month. not going back to bartlett, but to sheffield. new air, new environment, new strength… hopefully.
