[ KIL - Twice ]

With Allah's love

Assalamu'alykum, my dear

So, the movie time for today is KIL. Boleh percaya tak, this is the 2nd time I watch it. haha. To be honest, KIL is the top on my malay movies. Macam ada banyak pulak kan. Tapi, ya, okay lah. There's KIL, then Kampung Semarah Padi, Puteri Gunung Ledang.. and tentulah filem-filem Tan Sri P.Ramlee. Yang lain? Can't even remember the name. Sorry. haha.

Suka lakonan dua orang ni. Tak kaku, and berjaya buat kita percaya they're not pretending menyelami watak.

Hmmm. Watching KIL gives me time to ponder. Well, I think I won't let the problems to be the reason I fail this time. I know, it's gonna be kinda lonely from now on. Walaupun sebenarnya dah lama got the feeling, cuma refused to admit it. Well, mainly because it's hard for me to let go. Because... I thought.. well.. I thought we're meant to be together. Friends, for ever, I guess. Tapi, tak apa lah. Masing-masing dah dewasa. Bukan nak say goodbye, tapi sekarang I need to be more focus on my life. Bukan cuba to be selfish, I already am. As much as I see, you are already a step ahead. And didn't even look back.

So... yeah. Cool. It's been awhile, trying to show them how much I appreciate them to be in my life. But then, yeah. We live in a different world, I guess. So, it's okay. Even if I can't understand 'em, I have to respect their choice. So... yeah, whatever. All I need to do is husnuzhan, like she said. (Dear, thanks for your advise. I love you.)

Okay, now I realised how selfish I am. Tamak betul. Dah ada sikit, nak lagi banyak. Aduhai ~~

Eh kalaulah LAB tu betul-betul wujud, I think I wanna try and join 'em. Quite an interesting view of life, an interesting way in making ourselves useful. Might help us to be more... bersyukur dengan ketentuan Allah untuk kita.. rather than tak habis-habis being selfish, like Zara said to Akil.

So, now.. we're gonna make another step ahead. Ganbatteneh!

P/s: I've chosen you over myself, repeatedly. Before.

Japan, please wait for me
Cleo
~ Creating Ideas, Developing Words ~

[ Kisah Kampung Makam - Kisah Pisang Emas ]

 With Allah's love

Assalamu'alykum, my dear

Here and back again ~

Cewah.. bajet macam Bilbo Baggins dah ni.. haha! Kali ni, Cleo nak berkongsi kisah Kampung Makam, Georgetown. Tempat membesar ayahanda Cleo. Sebelum ni selalu abi tell us stories zaman kecik-kecik tapi ni baru terdetik hati untuk buat post khas. Yang before ni dah bercampur aduk, biasalah, ala-ala diary tu. Semua benda diletak sekali satu page. haha.

Hari ni makan malam kami tutup dengan pisang emas as dessert. Sambil-sambil abi pulas pisang, abi berpantun:
Pisang emas dibawa berlayar
Masak sebiji di atas peti

Cleo menyampuk, "Apasal la sebijik ja yang masak? Padahal sesikat tu ada sekali."
Abi gelak."Sebab dia sebijik ja dok ataih peti." Hahaha.
"Masalahnya, baru ni terpikir. Pelik benor pantun ni. Dah la masak atas peti, pisang ni tak terumbang-ambing ka dok tang tu? Selamat pulak dia sampai masak." Hahaha.
Abi: "Yang bestnya pantun ni, kaya pulak orang tu. Hutang emas boleh bayar." Hahaha.

And then abi bukak cerita.

"Dulu-dulu, abi, nak dapat makan pisang emas ni, hari Jumaat ja. Nak dapat makan nasik minyak, malam orang baca yasin kat masjid kampung makam tu. Time orang pukul gendang raya tu, ada orang mai gantung pisang banyak-banyak (tunjuk gaya pisang digantung sederet kat palang). Haaa masa tu budak-budak sukalah. Bila tok imam dah nak mula sembahyang, budak-budak nanti buat saf kat bawah pisang-pisang tu. Tok imam angkat takbir ja: Allahuakbar! Budak-budak pun angkat: Allahuakbar! (sambil tunjuk tangan dok cabut pisang emas) hahahaha. Dah dapat pisang, simpan masuk dalam poket. Dulu kan pakai baju melayu, ada poket tu. hahaha.

Budak-budak dulu pi sembahyang jumaat pakai songkok. Mana yang ambik banyak tu, tak muat poket dah, boh pisang dalam songkok. (buat gaya) Lepas tu, time rukuk, bergolek habeh semua. hahaha. Tu yang orang dok marah tu. hahaha. Mana yang tergolek tu pulak, dia tunggu sat gi time nak bangun sujud, dia kaut sekali (gaya kaut pisang, sekali pakai songkok atas kepala). hahaha.

Ada sorang budak ni, nama dia Udin. Dia besaq. Besaq dari budak-budak lain. Sebelah dia ada budak pendek ja, alah, budak kecik. Orang angkat takbir, dia kalut nak kaut pisang tak sampai-sampai. Udin ni geram, dia angkat budak ni, pusing, letak dia kat luaq pagaq masjid. hahahahaha. Pagaq masjid dulu rendah ja, buat dengan papan. Bukan macam sekarang, tembok tinggi tu. hahaha. Budak tu, punya hangin, dia dok tang tu, tak pi mana (buat gaya budak bebal, cekak pinggang, muka masam, tunduk sket, mata jegil kat Udin). hahaha.

Cleo tak tahan. Gelak sampai berair mata. "Budak tu tercegat ja kat situ? Abi? Dok perati ja?"

"Hahaha. Budak tu tak pi mana. Dia tunggu situ sampai orang habeh sembahyang. Abi bagi salam, dia dok lagi tang tu, dok tengok kat Udin. Habeh baca doa, dia dok ada lagi. hahaha. Punya hangin dia kat Udin. Nak pisang, tak dapat. Kena pulak dok luaq. Pisang tak dak, sembahyang jumaat pun tak dapat. hahaha.

Orang habeh ja sembahyang, ada la orang-orang yang pakat mangkit, tok imam dok baca doa lagi. Budak tu panggil Udin (tangan kat pinggang, muka budak tak puas hati): Udin! Udin! Beru****!!" (gelaran orang kampung kat Udin. Cleo tak dapat tangkap sebab abi dah tergelak-gelak. hahaha) Udin bengang, dia ligan budak tu. hahaha.

Budak kampung, depa mana takut kat orang. hahaha.

Dulu, kat masjid kampung makam tu, ada pokok keriang. Besaq. Ada musim dia, buah-buah banyak, macam buah anggur tu. Ada banyak banyak banyak (tangan tunjuk gaya gugusan-gugusan buah). Budak-budak sukalah dok panjat pokok tu. Satgi kan, pak cik-pak cik yang mai sembahyang panggil la depa turun: Hey, turun! Turun! Hampa turun! hahaha. Budak yang ataih pokok, tengok macam ni ja (gaya budak tak mau turun pokok, peluk tubuh) kat pakcik bawah tu. Depa mana mau turun, tak kisah la, pakcik tu bukan boleh panjat pokok tu. hahaha.

Macam-macam budak-budak kampung dulu..."

- The End -

Tu lah kisah yang abi kongsi malam ni. hahahaha. Tak larat gelak. Abi, kalau bercerita, gaya tu mesti ada. hahaha. Haa, ni gambaq pokok keriang.

Ni gambaq buah keriang.

So... itulah kisahnya. Bagi Cleo, beza nakal budak dulu dengan budak sekarang. Tul tak? Hmmmm. InsyaAllah nanti Cleo nukilkan lagi kisah-kisah dari abi kat sini. Ye lah, kita semua koi dok tua. Kubur dah dok panggil. Nanti-nanti, ni ja lah yang dapat ingatkan kita balik masa-masa yang pernah ada dulu. Pesanan ringkas: Hargai selagi masih ada ~~

Bakal merindu
Cleo
~ Creating Ideas, Developing Words ~

[ Dean.. or Deen? Your Call]

With Allah's love

Assalamu'alykum, my dear

Dracula Untold.

Explores the origin of Dracula, weaving vampire mythology with the true history of Prince Vlad the Impaler, depicting Dracula as a flawed hero in a tragic love story set in a dark age of magic and war.

Well, that's what they said in IMDB for this movie. I guess for me, it should be an interesting title if the story isn't about twisting history (as usual). From the very beginning, I saw a glimpse or the trailer when watching tv and said: rubbish story, again. Well of course, I did say that because I never like stories of dracula, vampires, what-so-ever including the Dark Shadows (Johnny Depp), didn't expect it to be so pathetic like this.

Readers, let's not be fooled. While you say, "It's just a movie," I hope it remain that way. Don't you ever let it twist your head to believe in it. If it does, then.. shame on you who said just a movie. As a Muslim, I do felt uneasy when history been told wrongly to the world. More and more, they just keep coming. From academic to general views. It happens. But insyaAllah, I will always try to make sure it won't twist me, and those around me. So, here it is. The truth of Dracula Untold. And I believe, the story is much more suited with the title after I read it. Don't you?

Dracula Untold - behind the scene

And, I'm sure this is just a part of the story. We shall see more coming, if I had the chance. InsyaAllah.

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Okay, this is out of topic, a bit. I've been reading the posts in UKM Confessions lately, well to be precise, I tried to find any interesting stories. The kind that makes you laugh and still laughing while saying, "Never knew this kind of human knows how to write a story." Well, I guess those have become a history. Now? The page is just full of crap. There's one of two things that captured me though.

1- A post about hear-say: Islamic studies's thesis are rubbish. Wow. What do you think about the Dracula Untold link I shared just now? Where did it came from huh? What do you think about those books you read? Those motivational, tips, even some other informations you get before, where do you think they come from? What? You think most of us just love to spend our months studying things and just write up crappy things? Waaaww. You really are something. Can't wait till you bang your head really hard, just to realise things around you.

2- They still fighting about seniors vs juniors. Sheeessshhh. What a joke, these bunch of kids. Islam told us to care, to respect whoever we met, whoever we knew. There's no limit to do good things. And there's no limit in appreciating people around us. They might forgotten about this, and I'm not sure if someone had shared this in there or not.

"Tidaklah seorang muda menghormati pada orang tua kerana tuanya (usianya), melainkan Allah akan membalas penghormatan dengan menghormatinya pula kerana usianya kelak." HR Tarmizi

"Barangsiapa tidak menyayangi golongan muda antara kami dan tidak mengenali hak orang tua antara kami, maka tidak termasuk dia dalam golongan kami." HR Tarmizi

So.. what's the fuss all about? Just follow the guidance, and all be in peace. And At some point, some people between them really need to learn to let it go. It's not easy, yes, but hey, who cares? We did it, and it'll be written in our names. And we have to be judge later on. Wheeeww. I really don't wanna be one of the losers (الخاسرين).

Till we meet again
Cleo
~ Creating Ideas, Developing Words ~