Bebudak Teater..

Tak de idea sangat nak update blog nieh. But i stumbled upon a folder dlm pc ni containing pics of the Aroma Gang masa tour kat Sabah-Sarawak Dis 2004.

Ni Dalam bas coach yang kewl sebab belakang dia ada tempat duduk yang luas bentuk U. Kool weyh.. rasa cam artis!

Ni gambar kat kedai makan.. teka sapa? aku teka 10 kali baru betul. Tak ku percaya ini Akhtar!

Nampak sangat kalau pakai Night mode.. muka nampak lain. Ni Intan yang hot (dlm gambar ni la kan). Cam awek greece mana tah. Ha.. kalau nak tengok.. tengok la drama kat TV1 kol 330. Skarang ni sebuk betul shooting dengar katanya.

Lef to Right : Gerek (Pelakon kesayangan Wak Khalid.. hah), Jereng (Graphic designer yg awesome.. tak percaya, tengok design untuk burger king skarang. Dia yang buat), Intan (Lagi lagi intan...)
Budak budak teater yg pantang tengok kamera.. nasib baik suma fotogenik. Fotogedik pon ada sket.
Ni aku.. gemuk gila time tu sebab makan tak hingat!! seafood!!!. Mama time ni kurus gile sebab workout tak hingat. Oh.. yang kanan sekali tu Ee. Skarang kerja Animation Director (Betul ke title ni) kat NTV 7. Satu department tu create khas untuk dia.. macho kan? So sume animation yg kat NTV 7 tu.. die yg buat..
Dalam kapal terbang pon sempat lagi tangkap gambar. Video cam jadi mangsa tak habes habes. Sampai stewardess pon dah stare.. ahaks..
Selepas angkat barang atas pentas.. santai santai tepi dewan.. Hah..

Left - right : Qahar (Theatre Genius), Gua, Rodek (Perasan iklan TM/Notice board TM?), Ee

Time angkat barang.. sempat lagi posing.. Ha.. yang belakang aku tu Megat, Kalau nak tengok die, tengok la KL Lites tiap tiap ahad, 10.30 mlm kat NTV 7. Belakon Jadi Abang. Heheh. Kewl la memember aku nieh.

Yang ni gambar baru. Coffee and Toast production Feb 2006. Ramai addition to the group.

Haih.. miss pulak bebudak nieh..

A typical Saturday

Woke up late today. Sorry la cipok, Mizie, Beny.. I overslept. Sebenarnya dah bangun dah, tapi biasa la.. hujan hujan ni, tarik selimut mahsyuk bebb... Tapi akibatnya, bangun kol 1030 tu terus weng.. blank skit kepala.. huks.. And I was late because somebody i did not know messaged me on Yahoo. Being a curious person, i just had to 'layan' and ask for identity. That took 20 minutes.

And oh, i managed to get Mama a job for my neighbour's wedding. (Comission mama!!!)

Excusess.. excuses.... heheh.

Anyhow.. Berjaya baiki CD/Mp3 player baru dalam kereta yg shorting. Yes, I actually bought something on my own, with my own money.. haha! I installed the new CD player a couple of weeks ago but somehow it did not function well. It is always on "protect" mode, which indicates there is a short somewhere. The mechanics checked, and lucky me, it was not the car. (Re-wiring the car would cost a fortune!). Found out the mechanic that installed the player earlier connected a wrong wire.

The "Tauke" was a very smart person. Sensing that i am irritated from having to reset the player 1000 times a day (exagaration), he offered me Teh Tarik. Hehe.. Damn cheap.. but oh well, as long as he tried to make up for it. It's not that big a deal anyway.

After that. i decided to visit QZ's place. Yes.. Memang the Datuk (Dato'?) QZ. Ala..QZ.. not the Nurul QZ house, but the QZ's residence in Cheras. There's a new entrance (well, new for me, at least). Coming from Mines towards Balakong, there's a Bandar Tun Hussein Onn signboard. The house is not that far from there.

Datuk/Dato' QZ was lazying on his lazy chair, watching a Punjabi movie. Had a chance to borak about Punjabi culture ( ke religion)?. Dapat la some new information on how the religion was initiated in India because they wanted to unite the HIndus and the Muslims. I realized that the Sikh Temple looks similar to the Mosque. Interesting...

But the main reason was to see Arianna. She has grown a bit, but not as big as Marissa when she was her age. I remembered seeing Marissa more "Michelin"-ee. Well, we'll see arianna. Anyways, she was comfortable in her Uncle Pie's arms. Much to my relief because i was starting to believe that i have this "thing" following me. Babies and Small Children supposedly can see this "thing", causing them to cry. Since Arianna didn't cry, i guess the "thing" has gone away.

We were watching Deuce Bigolow : European Gigolo when Rumet's parents arrived. (Rumet yg pilih keyy.. don't start!, lagi pon Ayil's DVD was broken, so i was only able to watch half way) Rumet's mom is going to sydney later today and she wanted to have a look at her first grand daughter. Arianna was really, really comfortable in Uncle Zul Mukhshar's hands that she fell asleep straight away!. Ilmu apakah ini!.

To end the day, we just could not resist a game of snooker. Ayil was available. Ceng, However, was to tired and his excuse was that he has fever. (What ever). We played 3 games and ayil won as usual. I suck, as usual. Heheh.. but a bit of improvement though.. no more negative points!

Later, i will be attending a friend's tahlil. (Sorry ayil, can't attend ur mom's usrah). It's a 40th day thing. I'm not sure why 40th day is special, but i'll attend anyway, just to show respect.

And after that, CIpok is planning to ask Ultraman and Rodek for a teh tarik session in Bangsar.

Wah.. suddenly i feel that i have done a lot today. And that is just one day in my life.

How many lives have i touched/enlightened today?... who knows.

Dari Jemapoh ke Manchestee

Guess what i found in my mailbox yesterday? yes! it's a letter from the international affairs of the University of Manchester, saying that i should have or will receive an offer letter from the university soon!

Ho yeah ho yeahhh!!! (does a double back flip and 3 summersaults across the room)

Well, it's not 100% confirmed, but still, ot does count for something,... at least 98% confirmation.

Now, what i need to do is to follow up with the admission department and ask "Where the hell is my offer letter, foooo!" (borrowing the words of the ever-wise Farul)

Looks like i will need to start watching Man U matches and start learning soccer lingo. Hahaha! i know i know.. so poser.. but who cares! Ayil. reserve aaaa ko punyer astro!.. mampuss!!

Just now Ceng listed out 3 forwards, Wayne Rooney, Ruud Van Nistelrooy, and Christiano Ronaldo. Heheh.. enuff soccer for today... hohoho.

I have actually received 5 other offers from Loughborough, Essex, Central Lancashire, Sunderland, and Portsmouth. But none of them sparked the way Manchester sparked me. I guess one of the reason is that Manchester's rating for business is 5 and also the course content is the closest to what i am looking forward to learn.

Hopefully my assumption is true : an offer letter on its way. And this letter from the International department of Uni. Manchester is not misleading me. Let it not be a r**ject*** letter on it's way. (Choyyy!!!)

Mental Uppp!!!!

Dari Jemapoh ke Manchestee! or rather... dari Subang Jaya ke Manchestee!!

Usaha, Doa, Tawakkal..

Dari kecik sampai ke besar, selalu dengar ustaz cakap, yang penting kita usaha, usaha sungguh-sungguh, lepas tu kita doa, and then kita tawakkal.

Semalam aku baca novel 'suami' karya Ali Jusoh. Ada satu lagi yang tertinggal. Lepas tawakkal kena redha. Betul jugak tuh. Manjang lupa jek.

Kalau tanam pokok buah, usaha kita gemburkan tanah, letak benih, siram dan sentiasa siram.

Pas tu kita doa, dan tawakkal. Kita tadek pula nak picit picit benih smapai keluar anak pokok, picit anak pokok sampai keluar bunga, dan picit-picit bunga sampai keluar buah. Yang itu ketentuan tuhan. Mesti ada hikmahnya kalau jadi atau tak jadi. Itu la die, contoh redha.

Itu la dia, nak kene clear jugak, mana kerja manusia, mana kerja tuhan.

Socrates pernah ckp, org yang tak tenang itu adalah org yang cuba buat kerja tuhan. Benda luar kawal kan?

Ada pak cik aku pernah ckp, pasal hikmah disebalik musibah. Contohnya kalau putus cinta, mungkin kalau kita 'jadi' bercinta, mungkin akan kahwin, mungkin akan ada anak, tapi mungkin musibah nya anak bunuh ayah. Benda ni kita tak tahu. Kalau kita tahu penghujungnya, mungkin kita tak nak pun bercinta in the first place.

Yang penting kita doa mintak selamat.

Rabbana Aatina Fiddunya Hasanah, Wafil aakhirati Hasanah, Wakina Azabannar.

Huisy, balik ke zaman BPPI aku nieh..

The ladder

There are 2 ways to go up the corporate ladder:

a) you bring yourself up by showing your worth
b) you bring someone/everybody else down by showing that they are worthless piece of shits and sabotage them by bad naming them in front of a senior officer.

Most people take option b), coz it's definitely much easier, and people would easily belief bad stories of people.

Which one are you?

Poems, scripts... ohohoho

Don't know why, but i feel that i need to explain why all the attempts on poetry. Keyword : Attempt.

Well, i am actually in the process of reading scripts for analysis. Why? i wanna write a script. En Effindi said i need to at least read 200 scripts so that i can find the 'lenggok' that i am comfortable with. Well, to tell the truth, i am quite comfortable with the Tat Nenas/Kelab Malam/Soluloki/Schizo arrangement where u have 4 characters with issues. U play around with the 4 characters in an experimental and absurd style of performance. One of the scripts' strength is actually it time-less setting. For director's with high imagination, this is a plus point, but for spoon-fed directors, it would be hell. Other strengths? well, i'm not in a place where i can criticize the scripts just yet. So i'll just keep it to myself first and reserve for later. HOwever, i relly do think that i still need to be open for other styles by reading more scripts. Who knows, i might be able to integrate and improve.

Still not explaining why all the poetry, rite?

Well, while looking for scripts, i stumbled upon works from A Samad Said. A book full of his poem. And it was very inspiring. It is a newly published book entitled: "Siri Khazanah Sastera Melayu : Mandala Sukma". Suddenly all this ides popped into my head and i could not stop writing. (Or attempt to write). And i felt this rush. The rush that i felt long ago when i first started theatre. I can't really explain what the feeling is, but it's kind of a mixture of satisfaction and non-satisfaction.

Satisfied because because what i did was mine. Unsatisfied because it is so amateur-like and far from perfection.

What ever.

Oh well, I don't really think i owe anybody any explanation, nor i should stop writing poems, but i guess this is the looking-for-acceptance part of me talking. Haha.

I better finish up the book fast. Need to read scripts so that i can write scripts pulak.

Now.. where do we start.... Haih....

Persatuan

Persatuan
Per-satu-an
satu-an
satu

Persatuan ini menyatukan apa?
Persatuan ini menyatukan hati
Tak bersatu! kemanakah kita?
Tak bersatu! tersembam sembah bumi

Asas, Jatuh, Potong, dan Tamat,
Sama muafakat hati tertambat,
Baru bersama mendapat nikmat,
Lazat dikecap dunia akhirat,

Asas, Jatuh, Potong dan Tamat,
Perjuangan bukan fokusi diri,
Bukan diri yang hebat sangat,
Yang penting majunya persatuan ini,

Asas, Jatuh, Potong dan Tamat,
Kita bukan sendiri-sendiri,
Guru sama dioleh berkat,
Semuakan sama, Semuakan ahli?

Samalah kita, maju jaya,
Gerak ke depan, itulah usaha
Tepuk dada, tanya selera,
Masa depan, dimanakah kita?

Tanyakan diri dimana mulanya?
Persatuan berjaya, apa rahsianya?
Segerak, selangkah, seirama, senada,
Satu hati, gerak pertama.

*Kutulis ini ilham dalam kereta menuju ke praktis silat dan juga diilhamkan oleh sahabat silat yang amat pentingkan ukhuwah di kalangan ahli.

Demam

Kuat betul bahang neraka,
Sampai ke sini rasanya.

Sejuk ada,
Panas ada,
Macam-macam ada.

Tak nak lagi aku buat dosa,
Kalau itu yg Kau murka.

Lagi-lagi kalau ini, baru 'preview'nya.

Dahsyatnya.

'Ayah'

Hj Yusoff Mat Adam,
Atukku,
Di Kelantan,

Jumpa setahun sekali,
Masa balik, mukanya berseri,
kadang kami terkejut geli,
tengok atuk tak pakai gigi,

Kalau time sakit,
Walaupon tak berapa kronik,
Mesti semua orang menjerit,
"Faisal, gi pujuk Ayah tu, gi klinik!"

Hanya aku sorang yang boleh suruh,
Hanya aku yang boleh duduk melayan,
Kalau org lain suruh,
Ayah akan bolayan,

Tiap-tiap kali bertolak pulang,
Atuk akan menangis,
Cucu Lelaki sulungla katakan,
Dengan aku tak pernah miss,

Pesannya pada aku,
"Kalau kita ingat tuhan, tuhan akan ingatkan kita balik",
Simple bukan? tak perlu tunggang terbalik,

Harapannya besar,
"Ayah nak tengok faisal belajar sampai universiti"
....Aku buat
"Ayah nak tengok faisal kerja"
....Aku hampir buat
"Ayah nak tengok faisal kahwin dan nak cicit"
....Aku tak sempat nak buat.

Itu sajalah penyesalanku,
Mac 2002, Ayah 'terbang' ke dunia baru,

Satu hari, bukanku tak mahu,
Satu hari, kukan kotakan impianmu.

Ayah, Semoga tuhan mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohmu.

Al-Fatihah

Splatt

i didn't expect the splat would happen this soon.

Which splat i'm talking about? Well, it's about us going different directions. It's ok if the splat shows towards the same direction. But have you ever seen a splat that shows to one destination?

Thought so.

Friends will be friends. But we've got to do, what we've got to do.

It feels like yesterday that we were still studying in MMU.
(Skipping classes, having fun, etc etc.)
It feels like yesterday that we graduated from MMU.
(Hoya-hoya sini sana, celebrate birthdays, badminton on weekends, futsal, lepak mamak, etc etc)

It feels like yesterday Farul and 'syaitan tapai' tried to chase a certain somebody at the Komuter station.
It feels like yesterday that Ayil, Rumet, Ceng, Farul got married.
It feels like yesterday that i received a call from Ayil saying Esah is pregnant.
It feels like yesterday that i received an sms from rumet saying Qz delivered
It feels like yesterday that Ceng told me that Along is pregnant.

It feels like yesterday that a lot of things happened.

And now suddenly, everybody will be heading towards their own direction.

And it's a bit of a shock, coz if this splat does happen, we might not be seeing each other for quite some time.

3 - 4 years?

Rumet will be working the normal working hours (if he decides to stay with current job)
Farul is already looking into a self-developed business.
Ayil will be working in shifts for at least 2 years.
Ceng will be in flight school and can only come back on weekends.
And after that, he'll be flying all around the world.

And myself, well, i'll be geographically too far to join in any impromptu teh tarik/mamak sessions.

This was discussed quite some time ago, but i didn't see it coming this early.

Well, i guess the inevitable has happened and we have to go our separate ways.

Hope the splat will gather back into a container one day.

This calls for a game of snooker. Jom weyh!!!

p/s : Esah, i agree if you and Z think this blog is too personal. I think i should rename my blog as "Tapai, Ayil, Ceng, Rumet and Farul's story - Journey of the splats". Haha.