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I had two tickets to the premiere of the MJ movie and went with my mother. The whole movie, was generally footage from his preparation and rehearsals for the tour that never happened. At one point, not a full dress rehearsal (but then with Michael you can’t always tell), he asks the ‘audience’ to clap.
In the cinema, my mother started clapping.
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I am proud of Eco Knights‘ initiative organise the second Eco Film Fest.
In middle 2008, I received a message from one Yasmin Ras, founder of EK. One thing led to another, and since then, EK and RA became strategic partners for one project. By far, one of the best person and organisation I’ve worked along with. She has also in her personal capacity assisted me in certain matters, and also RA by being a committee member for some of its event based projects.
Watching her husband take lead for one of the teams briefing at RA's Merdeka Train Party project.
Tags: Eco Film Fest, Yasmin Rasyid
We play kejar-kejar (or its england name, cops and robbers) in dataran merdeka. (Click here) ‘Main Dengan Rakyat‘ is a public initiative aimed at reclaiming public spaces for what they are supposed to be… public recreational spaces for the rakyat, and not merely as tourists attractions.
-Chi Too, Event Organiser
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Tags: Chi Too, Fahmi Fazil, Main Dengan Rakyat, Mark Teh, Zedeck Siew
Not the envelope in question. This was a birthday present sent by PA when she was in Peru, which surprisingly (at least) arrived on the month of my birthday, despite the treatment she got from the postal office. Note the precaution on the address, which I find hilarious, underlined 'MALAYSIA, ASIA.'
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Recently, someone dropped off a CD for me at a restaurant. My cousin picked it up on my behalf. Last night he narrated to me what took place.
I’m here to pick up a CD. It’s for Zain HD. It’s from X.
Oh? Hmmm…oh yea yea there’s a CD here. Who is it for?
Zain HD.
Oh. Hmm…I don’t know. Is it for Faris?
Faris?
Yea. It’s for Faris.
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No? Not for Faris?
No no. Zain HD.
Oh okay. I don’t know. Maybe this is it anyway. I guess. Here you go.
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We’re still wondering from where did he pluck the name Faris. The CD in question, was in a brown envelope with one thing written on it. ‘Zain HD.’
Wall tile in the Hall of the Ambassadors, the Alhambra. Pic fr Animah Kosai, responsible for the many book reviews I've read in the papers.
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A thought crossed my mind. One that relates to the title of this post. Shortly after I realise it also does relate doubly, as I noted to self there’s only one person I could aptly think of, to share it with. Thus I delivered it in a handphone text, and (to clear the pun) now here with you,
‘…this is the last night of terawih! I imagine you would get it, when at that thought, I say it calls for both a :( and a :)’
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‘i’m nadia…only super cool people gravitate to me!’
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Since I can’t decide which song from her I’d like to put up here, I’ll insert a clip to illustrates better her significance.
About ten months ago, I distinctively remember hearing the news online. As her passing was inevitable, the sadness were proportionate, enough that I remember all day singing Mama Africa (Chico Cesar’s version) to my then eleven day old nephew.
Tags: Apartheid, Mama Africa, Miriam Makeba
Exactly seven days ago, 31st August, the collective I am part of organised the Merdeka Train Party. Below, is a Note on Facebook written yesterday by one of the participants whom I recently got acquainted with.
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Team 3 sang, danced while holding back to our hunger and thirst till iftar.
‘Liberation of the mind is nurtured through constant practice of its ideal. One would not appreciate the value of freedom without embracing its moral sanctity. Our journey in life takes a sudden turn every now and then and least inviting is the hump which slows down the course of natural flow. Marking our sign of liberation by chanting Merdeka has been easier said than done as I witnessed the development of a National Day celebration prank into a social testament of the Rakyat.
The Merdeka Train Party organized by Random Alphabets was one of its few projects in engaging the masses to stand for the causes they identified with themselves and ideally share their conviction with the crowd. Marking as a sign of liberation the participants mostly represent the seed of our nation i.e. younger generation unites together in expressing their belief for ‘One Malaysia’. The method itself may strike as jovial yet what truly embodies them is the profound message of faith they share as an entity.
Working hand in hand to decorate the monorail as explained by the mastermind Zain HD, “we are decorating for a birthday party and it is Malaysia who is celebrating its birthday” in itself shows an understanding of our Independence Day where the experience of singing aloud to the patriotic songs and waving the flag may seem trivial except the fact one appreciates the message once it is embed in their soul throughout journey. This was how the Merdeka Train Party stood as a metaphor.
Malaysia is a cultural potpourri where its diversity should not be reasoned but instead lived by harmoniously. It is not hard to tackle the differences when the approach is by preaching tolerance. At heart it is easier to love than to hate when the ship of self righteousness is abandoned.’
Niagara Falls. July 2006.
A not so fine example of two people who were denied a shower for an extensive period on a roadtrip. Coincidentally, today, by request I actually agreed to go to someones place unshowered, as was the host. Who later betrayed me by getting a (long) one and rubbing it in my face.
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Not up till two days ago when I published Kiss, did I find out a dear friend of mine has been following this blog.
Recently when the offer of a full time job was in process, talking to Pial about it when she was back in town for a few weeks, I realise that there would be no more the times when we both somewhat self-employed individuals could indulge in the convenience of watching a movie during working hours on a weekday. Online a few days ago, she coincientally mentioned this same concern to me.
As with friends that spend time together, many things happened. I will share one that went and will go a long way.
When Pial was in New York for an internship, I went for a visit/holiday for three weeks. My baggage allowance, was 64kg. I promised her before the trip that I could bring back 32kg worth to KL for her.
At the check-in counter at Newark airport, I find out, to my ignorance and surprise, that my seat was (still) not firm which meant the Waiting List. This is not always a big issue. But it is, when you only have RM48 (useless) and USD.150 left of the unexpected USD200 loan you had taken on the trip (from Pial when funds ran out).
There, alone, assessing the situation, I called my father and he comfortably said, ‘if you can’t get a seat, just stay on la.’ Besides being broke, of course he had no idea that I had already missed the first two weeks of second year law school and I imagine then was not the time to share my schedule, albeit this was something I did every single semester.
Despite being a solo traveller, to my unfrotunate fate, out of the only few people on the Waiting List, everyone got a seat except me. I am told that I can only get on if I pay on the spot for an upgrade to Business Class which costs USD600. This was forty minutes before takeoff AND I’ve two minutes to decide.
It was about then that Pial arrived last minute at the airport with the suitcase I’m meant to bring back for her. I quickly explain the situation and asked for a(nother) favour. A few minutes after they swipe her card, I am rushing so hastily to the plane that I forget to drop-off my Exit Form.
