Of Japanese OSTs

Recently, I have been watching a lot of Japanese Dramas. Firstly, My Boss My Hero. I accidentally found it in my housemate's laptop. Thinking that it wouldn't harm me, I tried the first episode.Hadn't stop watching it since.Hadn't stop downloading whateva songs in the drama.And hadn't stop going ga-ga over Nagase Tomoya's pics...KAWAIII...

Nagase and Yui

Then came Hana Kimi. Cheryl showed me the Taiwanese version, but realizing how funny MBMH was, I downloaded the whole Japanese version of Hana Kimi, and no, I'm still not over it...yet.Still can't get over the time when Ashiya handed Sano the hammer..KAWAIII..

~Nakatsu::Ashiya::Sano~

Just now I browsed http://www.crunchyroll.com/ and found this cute drama entitled "Lovely Complex".Just watched a few episodes, and suddenly something snapped in my brain. MY FIRST FINAL PAPER IS IN 5 DAYS AND I HADN'T READ ANYTHING.So there goes the drama.

I guess I have to leave everything and open the damn notes and read it.WITHOUT the pc switched on, cause if it's on, then there goes my notes..my grades...my dreams of becoming DATUK PADUKa...isk..

Bye-bye J-Drama (for two weeks)...

C u on 23rd October, 12noon...I promise...tsk tsk!

p/s: by the way I juz downloaded some OSTs from Mukodono! That drama was from 2003 but nevertheless, nice OSTs.Off to sleep now..daaa!!!

I'm free..!!! (For a few seconds..*Sigh*)

The final theatre assessment is finally over!! And we got off that without even having to make a folio, juz like our seniors had to...Not all the seats at the Panggung was filled, but at least our show was given a good review by the Dean of the Faculty of Art and Music (mind you this is not my faculty...).

I'm grateful that nuthing weird happened at that night, because the place (Panggung Budaya) is such a creepy place. Lots of weird/misteri nusantara things happened there.A day after the show did I only found out about the things that happened on night before Friday, which is our last rehearsal...

Me and Farid got locked in the Panggung. It was already 1 am-sumting at that time, and the lights went off just as I was packing my stuffs. I freaked out, calling Farid and Martha to turn on the lights of their mobile phone screen, and I managed to grabbed my phone, but I lost my pendrive (another $45 went to waste...damn!!!). So it was during that chaos that I ran to the door...read this: I was only a few steps behind Rizal, Martha, Vanessa and Lanz when the door stuck. Feeling uneasy, I ran towards the other door and managed to get out of the hall safely.

Lights in the toilet went out. Kak Zu was in the toilet, and just second before she finished doing her business, suddenly the lights went off...by itself. She ran to her car, and saw sumthing is bertenggek in front of her car. Hows that for a night of mystery in UPC???

Mysterious picture. On the day after the show, Martha kept messaging me asking whether Tash was at home. She told me about a mysterious picture where u can see (although blur) an image of a couple and a baby standing behind the main actors during the rehearsal. So when Tash showed up with Martha at that evening, we analyzed the pic. I can't say that I don't believe that mysterious "other world", but this pic really gives me a creep.

Anyways, exam is approaching and I haven't touch a single book or note yet. There's another translation which I need to hand in today at 6pm, so I have to finish this first. I'm really in a dire needs of motivation to read the notes...cuz I dun feel like reading at all rite now. Hm...

Well then, wish me luck...

Lunatics District

These last few weeks has seen me trying to survive the theatre production team..whats with the different opinions, the "sentap" malady, and the budget shortage. I felt like repeating the paper next semester, but I have no choice but to endure the pain of working with the people who think they're way better than me. Anyways, I have chosen this path, so come what may, I'll stick to it and NO REGRETS.

Nevertheless, some interesting things happen during our practice...which includes;

Somebody hit the set and we could hear chatters of "Whats happening??" "Oi..angkat balik!!!" and "We are so dead". I want to laugh but thinking that my lecturer is sitting in front of the stage, I keep it till he very last moment.

Me being a Nenek Tua because I have no choice at all. My lecturer asked me to help the other group in my class to lit up the candle during the performance. The first rehearsal, I burnt my finger. The second rehearsal was good, but the third rehearsal, the lighter was almost out of gas, so a friend who sat at the front row had to lit up the candle for me. Damn!

Protocol manager? Duh!!! Yes, I am grateful for not having to act or dance on the stage for this show. I'm through with having to take off my tudung for something like theatre. I'm not that religious, but I'd rather keep my head covered, thank you.

HE appeared out of nowhere. Farid first told me that HE was at the other end of the hall, and it's been a while ever since my heart beat that fast. The Diane called me and said "Zura ko tau tak sapa yg ada kat dalam panggung??" I said "Yes, I do". Not even a minute after that, Tasha looked at me with that "Look-at-the-other-side-of-the-panggung-and-you'll-find-heaven" look, hahahahaha...nevermind. Not that I would do anything about it. All I could do now is to enjoy what I saw... *SIGH*

Nevertheless, the show is tomorrow night, and I have been praying to Allah that nothing will be wrong, and to give us patience to work with each other and to face all the difficulties. Insha-Allah.

Folks, come over to our show. Its totally FREE!!!

Cry Baby

I can't help it. I juz re-watched Ever After (the one that starred Drew Barrymore and a cute guy whose name I'm not sure of), and I cried. I watched Waris Jari Hantu, I cried (esp when Arina returns from Singapore and tell Tina..."Tina..its Arina, not Ari...[duh!]) I even cried watching a korean video entitled K.I.S.S. - the one with the guy who went blind after donating his eyes to a girl who he loved (I'm sure u guys cried too after watching this video, or is it just me???).Anyways, no matter what movies or videos (or even ads, mind you.Which ad? Go figure!) I always felt like an urge to cry, just because I want to, not because I'm manja or something (I'm the youngest - not that it'll help).

Its hard to not to feel overjoyed when I see someone or a couple finally gets together after going through punishments and ups and downs of their forbidden love.I mean, yeah I wish I was there sometimes, but I have my own life which was quite something, too.
But sometimes, I wish I am Gwen Ste-Oh-So-Cool-Fani and drive around in Cadillac convertible (or whateva car she drives in her "Hollaback" video). And have all those bling-a-bling around my neck and not to worry about loan! (Arg...)

ERgh...dreams are just dreams.But I'll make it someday.I'll not stop chasing after my dreams, even though its too far away I can't even see where I'm going.

Now why don't you guys stop reading this and pray that I'll be whatever I wanna be someday?
Hehe.

Till nex time, daaaa...

Me and myself

Every now and then, I would read Malay novels. Y'know, with that mushy-mushy kind of story where boy meets girl, boy likes girl, fall in love, get married, get babies...yada yada yada. And then it became such a trend in these Malay novels to include all kinds of hardships that they have to go through in order to end the story with a "and they live happily ever after" kind of thing.damn irritating (and why the heck did you continue reading, Ms Azureus??)

Because...

Because we human tend to live in imagination.And imagination is free.No duties, no per-hour-fees, no bills.Just us and the broader world than what we're living in right now.In my imagination, I can choose my hero, vigilants, and sometimes, the passers-by.Its fun because it's not real.In real world in everything that you do, you have to think of the consequences, the goods, the bads out of it.But in imagination, your mind is free to soar..either up in the sky or deep into the sea..

And the best part of it is that nobody will know about it.Unless you have a friend who have a mind-reader or sumthing, nobody will ever know what you're imagining.Everytime I read those novels, I've always wish that I am in the charcter's shoes..Of being loves, and to love...to give my heart unconditionally to someone.It all sounds too good to be true to me.

Thats it.My brain can't produce anymore words tonight.I have 3 assignments to pass up next week.One of them a script (DAMN!) for my final theatre assesment. Hopefully I won't get burnt until I finish them all.In two weeks time is Merdeka holiday (yay...cant wait!!!).

"Sometimes I wish I can grab all my happiness moments and put them in a jar so that I can recall those memories only by shaking the jar"

The Adventure of TomYam Ketam Lover

I just came back from hanging out with my seniors, who kindly belanja me tomyam(Thanx Kak Azi..love u..muah muah).She msg me this afternoon, telling me not to go anywhere tonight.And so I faithfully waited for her,while watching My Girl (yes I still couldn't get over it!!Love ya Gong Chan..BBasyaaah!!!

We went to the most fabulous TomYam Restaurant, it's Meor Tomyam Restaurant which is situated at Kalumpang.A bowl of special Tomyam (almost affordably priced at RM12-18 per bowl), is adequate for 3 person, but juz now there were four of us and trust me, you'll ask for the second bowl after 10 minutes (thats what we did...:P~)And the whole thing costed her and her boyfriend a whopping RM66 (didn't matter to me, she's paying anyways...hehe)

The special bowl of tomyam, comprising of succulent chicken, squids, prawns and my favorite, crab...yes...CRAB!!!!It was so delicious that I decided to go back to basic and eat the whole crab with mah own five fingers.A group of pakciks was sitting in front of me and I realized that some of them were staring...but what the heck la pakcik???Which stupid fools would eat crab with fork and spoon, anyways?Before you can utter the word uncontrollably, the whole thing will fly all over the table.

Anways, something stupid happened while I was savouring the sweet crab flesh.I was having trouble biting the crab leg (which is the sweetest part) when...

ME: Ouch...OMG something stuck between my teeth!(uncontrollably tried to move the bone using my tongue)

N: Here let me see...I can't see nothing!

ME:Of course you can't, its between my teeth.It hurts la..(OMG the pakciks are looking at me)

H:Just bite one more time and it'll go away...

N&A: (Laughs hysterically)

ME:Jahat la u guys gelakkan I!! (Wait ah lil crab...I'll get to ya as soon as I'm done with this bone...)

Magically, the piece of bone disappeared just like that.By the time I finished eating, the group of pakciks still gave me that occasional stares(Like the heck I care).

And there's the story of this akak who wears a shirt a little too snug for her body which has a bra-like cloth in front of it. I had to shut my mouth with my two hands so that I won't say something bad(Jahat kan?:P~)Seriously, N wouldn't make that joke about Superman being dirty(with his underwear worn outside) and asked me what is the similarity of the akak baju kuning with Superman????

Nevertheless, it was a good evening, and I haven't had this kind of outing for a long time.Been stuck in TM for almost a month.Can't go poya-poya at KL cuz I overspent my loan.Gotta sleep now.An assignment is due this Monday and I hadn't started anything yet.Just went to the library to search for books.Wish Me Luck, eh?

Goodnite, tomyam Ketam.I wish you are safely digested in my stomach.

Panadols, Panadols, Panadols

I hate flu.They hang around my nose like some sort of Niagara Falls stucked on it.These few days, I had to bear with flu since I, unfortunately do not have time to go to the clinic.I don't know why, the thought of going to the clinic makes me feel sicker than I really am.Plus, the pakcik who waits at the medicine counter would give me that mocking look everytime I went to claim my MC. I'm really sick la pakcik!Why do you think I dragged myself to the clinic which is unstrategically situated at the end of the world???(So far away from the bus stop, which is Pintu Timur.The clinic is at Pintu Selatan).

Panadols replaced the medicines that I should take to reduce my sickness.I've swallowed 8 of those white tablets in these two days, and guess what?I didn't go away at all.In fact right now I felt like I want to stuff my nose with lots of tissues so that I won't have to panic everytime I feel that "Ha...Ha...Hacchooommmmm".There goes the Niagara Falls.

Blink blink.Hate you F.L.U.
Go away so that I can do my work and get some things done.
Really really hate you.

"Hate is a strong word but I really really really don't like you" - Plain White Ts

Alimmah's Birthday - Kids Say the Darndest Things...

28th July is my second brother's daughter's birthday, and she turns 5 years old that day. And so her nice aunt called her to wish happy birthday.This is the record of the conversation:

Toot toot...
SIL:Sister-in-law
AM:Alimmah Majdina
NA:Nice Aunt (me :P~)


SIL: Hello?
NA: Hello Kak Beth, Alimmah mane?
SIL: Ade ni ha, (shouting) Alimmah! Mak Teh nak cakap Happy Birthday ni..!

Wait...wait...wait...
After one minute...

SIL: Die taknak cakap la Zura, abah die kasik basikal baru.Taknak turun langsung.
NA: Alahai...panggil la kejap?
SIL: Alimmah mari sini la...

Screech..screech..another 30 seconds...

AM: Taknak!Taknak! (shouting at the back)
NA: Letak je hp tu kat telinga dia.
SIL: Ok ok
NA: Alimmah, Mak Teh ni
AM: Hihihi...
(Screech screech...the sound of her grabbing at her hear to avoid her mother from forcing her to hear me)
NA: Alimmah, Happy Birthday...abah kasik ape?
AM: Basikal (giggle giggle)
NA: Ohh...cantik tak basikal?
AM: Cantikla... (giggle giggle)
NA: Alimmah nak hadiah ape?
AM: Nak selipar!!!
NA: Ha? Selipar? (There goes my RM20)
AM: Ye la Mak Teh..aperdaaaa.. (???)
NA: Ha...yela...nanti Mak Teh pegi umah Alimmah Mak Teh beli.
AM: (Giggle giggle)
NA: Alimmah, kasi telefon kat ibu
AM: (Giggle giggle)
NA: Alimmah!
AM: Hihihihi (More giggle) Thump!
SIL: Ko dengar tak anak sedare ko lepas telefon aku macam tu je
NA: Dengar...okeyla..kirim salam kat Abang Mi.Assalamualaikum.

Seriously, since when does wishing happy birthday became so difficult?
Anyways, Happy 5th Birthday, Alimmah Majdina.

Hugs and Kisses,

Nice Aunt.

:P~~~~

The Monday Morning Blues..

Yep..I know its way too early to be called Monday Morning, but hell yeah...its already 12.00am so I have another 8 hours to go before my first lecture this week.Not exactly lecture, since the lecturer just basically talk and talk and talk and talk...damn it!

Tomorrow's earliest lecture is my minor theatre lecture. Means, no boring books, no writing no nuthing. Just basically sittin' there and wait for the three hours to pass by. Yup! I'm not kidding! Damn 3 long hours.Since this is my final minor year (6th semester is considered minor program's last semester), we are supposed to handle theatre production. The script is already chosen (of which i will never have a part in it because of my size - I curse you all damn tiny waisters!!). And talking about the script, its "Uda dan Dara", a typical malay theatre. We plan to do musical this time, so its gonna be a lot of hard work.

Talking about theatre, I think I have been passionately adoring it ever since I was involved with dramas in my college years in KUSZA. Back then, it wasn't theatre at all, cuz we're more into language and literature. I remember reading a lot of literature stuffs in the small room or "mini library" behind the main office of Language Centre. (I wonder why they can't have it here in UPC). There were no librarian, so it was more like, if you're honest, you'll return the book thingy. But of course, the ever-so-honest Azureus here always, i mean ALWAYS return the books at the end of the semester.haha...

Anyways, last week I went to the Perak Theatre Festival, in which we represent one of the two groups from UPC. Didn't get through even the 3rd place, but it's a good experience, since it was my first time to compete in state level(I was only the backing vocal for the main actress, anyways, nuthing much). What I didn't understand is that the judges didn't vote based on the technical aspects of theatre presentation. I mean, the group that won the title was hopeless in blocking (a technical term in which it refers to the state of the actors which cannot block each other from being visible to the audience, and in turn, making it seems lifeless or as u say it in Malay, "kaku"). The judges, it seems, did not have a favour in the genre purbawara, a classical malay theatre (ala2 Jebat, Hang Tuah and the likes). Ironic, isn't it? Since all the judges are Malays...

Now I'm not provoking Malay theatre activists, it's just that, judging from my experience, I think what my group did was fantastic.Not many theatre activists dare to direct or write something on purbawara, which wasn't favoured by many people because they thought it was all boring and old. Wrong!!! I used to underestimate this kind of theatre, thinking that it's a waste of time with all those pantun and old language and names (females usually get flower names such as kenanga, melati, and etc).But after I join the production, my perception changed. I think if it's done carefully, it can be a way of transferring information on our country's history, especially the pre-war history.

I remember one article written by Johan Jaaffar in NST, who said:
"Perhaps Sandiwara (purbawara) did not enjoy the glamour of Bangsawan, the popularity of the "realist" playwrights, or the attention of the experimental dramatists of the 1970s. But the Sandiwara marked the emergence of the "thinking class" in Malay drama productions".

If it marked the emergence of the "thinking class" of the Malays, shouldn't we just give it more focus? Its not lame at all, if we all could only spend more time analyzing what the story is all about. I'm not in the position to criticize other genre of theatre. In fact, I love them all (especially musical). But sometimes people tend to forget their ancestors, which is sad, and they tend to degrade or even underestimate the earlier genres.

Look at me, I started with my "monday morning blues" and I'm already halfway to be bashed by realism and surrealism activists...I'm not complaining because we didn't win, I'm just basically pouring out what I felt, from what I saw, and what I experienced. I'm never into Malay theatre before, but now you can count me in. And looking at the background (mind you, I'm majoring in English), I think I can put aside my Londonish taste in theatre and join the boat marked "Purbawara", which had been waiting for more passengers.

Of life and death

These few recent years have seen me battling with life and death. When I was in my first year in university, my grandfather passed away.It's so depriving because in my whole life, I have known him as my grandad and also my father as well.Then in the middle of the third semester, my father passed away. It wasn't as painful as the loss of my grandad ( I call him "bak" or in english, "buck").

Bak had been living with me and my mum for as long as I can remember. He was a typical Malay old man, with his kopiah and batek shirt, and also kain pelikat.I was very fond of him when I was a little girl, since I'm the youngest daughter of his youngest daughter.

I remember him paying my pre-university fees.I remember him giving me money all the time since my mum couldnt really afford my study.I miss him a lot, now that he's gone.Because he's the only man that I know in my family.Its bad enough that he went so early and I didnt even get the chance to repay him.

I wish he was here to see me in my convocation robe.
I wish he was here so i can tell him how much i love him.

A new blog, a new beginning!

Its been a long time since I wanted a blog in blogspot, so here i am!
Enjoy reading (or not!).