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Just A Sip

Morning routine starts again. After dressing up ready to face the day, you decide to use  Clinton Street as you want to get your regular cup of Joe. Along the journey, your mind starts to organizing the list of things-to-do and imprint it hard so none will lost in the crumbs of thoughts.

Arrived at the café while being greet by the aroma of Arabica coffee, you look at the display chiller and decide to have a Crème brûlée one the go but then you realized that it is not a good idea. So asked the waiter to send your Italian café mocha and the Crème brûlée to the empty small table fit enough for two outside.

There you are while taking out the unfinished book that you have been reading for the past two weeks, The Promises, and ignoring the eternal world as you are exploring the serene of every words, every dialogue, every plot and enjoying the storyline.

A cup of hot coffee with a pastry and a book; nothing would be perfect than this.

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Phone Call

Voice, is among one of the things that your sense will pick up when you were born and until now; despite numerous alternative method to communicate; listening to the voice of the person whom we love is the most serene one can indulge.

Either using a house line, a payphone or perhaps through a mobile phone, we never tire upon this way of connecting to the person. Just by listening to their voice, we feel secure and calm as text does not deliver this way.

There are listening and speaking; in which one party must choose only one. Hence, it train you to be a better listener towards others. You will never find this in text, WhatsApp nor BBM. Lastly, the most beautiful thing about a phone call, the assurance of self that the person actually spend their time for you and talking to each other is the proof that no other method could surpass it.

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Nowadays Morning Lifestyle

Lets us forget about waking-up-in-the-morning-feeling-like-P. Diddy because we are not living in Ke$ha’s song. By reality, we wake up in a messy look, rubbing our eyes and starts to look for your phone at the side of the bed. Thus, your finger start to roaming around the homescreen, tap the little bird symbol and reading the timeline; it is your official morning social newspaper.

No more going down to the front door nor go the nearest newsstand to grab a morning newspaper. Just as soon you finish poring a cup of coffee, either you sit down in the kitchen, in the living room,study table or leaning against the bed; you grab the tablet and your finger flicking through the Flipboard apps reading the latest news while sipping that fresh brew of hot coffee.

Saturday morning is the best morning of all because in that morning, you have no obligation to wake up as early as 6:00 a.m nor sleeping at 10:00 p.m the night before. Let it be when you stay up late and go to bed only when the sun rise because you was having all the time in world to browse and reblog Tumblr post all night long. The best part is, no one care.

Meet up plan is being done in Twitter and Facebook when you feel lazy to call anyone in the morning. No multiple calls nor text. Mentions and tags replaced the traditional multiple way communication. Easy and save up time for you again to browse apps; until you don’t feel the time has flew so fast that when you look out to the window; dark orange of dusk is approaching to roll the end of the day.

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Late Night Conversation

The mellow of the night put slaked directly beneath the warmth of our heart. Perhaps for some, this is when the enjoyment of the night life begin and for some, the moment to end theirs after going through a long day.

The best part is when the night amidst itself where all people let their hair and guards down. People start to be themselves and conversation happens. Here, they would talk about something and while on that, another layer of depth being added; thus, creating the astounding conversation. You could feel the sincerity and honesty swarming around the words without a single doubt towards each that been uttered.

Despite the amazing and quality conversation that you might get; there is an unwritten rule. Whatever that has been spoke is being kept in that moment and to yourself. It should never be mention anywhere else or to anyone to ensure the purity  and the essence of the tête-à-tête to be eternal.

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A Beautiful Mess

Life does not seem have to be smooth all the time. By right, you eventually stumble on the old cracked pavements causing an ugly cut to the knee. Here you are, looking around for a clean white bandage but the only thing available in your denim jeans back pocket are a packet of white tissue.

It does not meant to cover up a cut; it is meant to wipe away the tears from the fall. But there are no tears; as you only laugh when you noticed that there is a little bump on the pathway and you did not noticed it because you were busy texting your crush; telling yourself love is blind has just been justified.

You noticed there is a bleed running down from the cut; thus, you grab the tissue and a red spot has taken its place. As look at it and smiled,your mind whisper to you by saying, “A cut on the knee is less painful than a cut in heart which is pitiful”.

A warmth of specious got you up back to your feet and as you saunter, you put back the tissue at the back pocket waiting for another stumble in paradigm.

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To Rome With Love

In late night, as I flipping through postcards that were sent by my friends over last summer; seeing their enjoyment travelling around the world; something inside spoke to me and said, “Lets go! Let us have an adventure of our own. Come on! While you are still in the silence of journey, lets us just wild through and go along with the flow. We have nothing to loose!’.

As quick and swift as fox, I threw the postcards to the table, ran to the bedroom, grabbed the backpack that are use for class and put my plain t-shirts, hot pants and innerwear in which the number of clothes that I packed does not resemble Marco Polo at all.

Since it is impromptu, I want to keep the plan to myself and due to that, I can’t call my friends to send me to the airport. Thus, a cab arrived ten minutes later and the sleepy driver drove to the airport in the middle of the night. After paid the fair and tip him with a Starbucks voucher; so he could get a hot roasted coffee since it is my fault on the first place called him on the first place; I went straight to the selling counter to find out only five counters still open and having Qantas Airways, British Airways, Air France, Emirates and Virgin Atlantic does not sound cheap.

Before I knew it, a copy of receipt together with my card is being handed to me while the sales person told me the earliest flight to Rome will commence within 40 minutes. As I pace to the boarding gate, my mind recall what had happened five minutes before. The vivid flashback starts to roll its film focusing upon me who stood in front of those counters. Suddenly, it occurred to me to grab the earliest flight list on the information board. I made a look and “Rome” captured my sight. Hence, I directly went to the Air France counter and asked whether a seat is still available on the craft.

“You’re lucky” says the sales person. “Yesterday,  we received a call from one of our passenger mentioning that he want to reschedule his flight to the next after and the former seat is still fully covered because he said that perhaps having two seats for two different days is feasible. He added that he would call if to tell us which flight he will take and just now, he called stating that he would took the second ticket that he purchased. So yes, we do have an available seat and it’s fully paid. Perhaps you want to add on for a meal for the flight since it will consume roughly around 3 hours to reach Rome, Italy.” and for reason for the credit card was swiping through the payment machine, I smiled.

After I landed at Leonardo da Vinci Airport, I got into a taxi and told the driver to send this precious carriage to a little in called Cialdini. I quite surprised myself as I only knew about the inn from a travel column that I read from Cosmopolitan magazine few months back. Just as I stepped in, I was welcome by Paolo, the owner of the inn; an old guy which I assume in his early 50s, having white butcher beard and he wearing a plain white t-shirt with brown pants together with a pair of red suspenders. He coincidently taking care of the counter when I arrived and welcome me in his thick Italian accent while his hands dance in the air when he talks.. Later, he gives me a key and personally carried my backpack as he shows the way to my room. While he took off his flat golf cap and fan himself; perhaps from the two floor journey; he opened the door.

It is a beautiful room indeed as the ray of the morning sun penetrate the T-shape windows all the way to the bed with there is a light brown writing table at the right side of the bed facing the wall. The room was simple but beautiful. I thanked Paolo and threw myself on the comfy bed and my stomach starting to growl begging for food. I remembered that I haven’t dress any meal since last night.

So I went out using the back door and my eyes instantly captivated upon what its behold. The alley is just about 20 foot width but both side of the alley are filled with stalls that sells fruits, clothes, kitchen utensils and many other things which I don’t usually see in my hometown. Buyers negotiating with the mongers, one child running with an apple in his hand, two old man sits on stools; talking, chattering. It is an amazing sight.

I strode along the alley and I noticed a small restaurant called Ragazzi Picolli which attract me to step in. I was welcome by Ella Fitzgerald song that fills throughout the room and I sit at one little table right at the corner when a girl I assume in her 16 give a menu in later which afterwards, standing still, waiting for me to give my order.

Since the menu are written in Italian, my mind starts to juggle itself and my lips uttered,  “Un spaghetti ala tomato pasta et parlez”. I think what I said to her was right because she just jolt it down and gave the paper to the kitchen counter. Fifteen minutes later, a plate of spaghetti with four large meatball on top and a glass of cold water are serve. I enjoyed the meal really much partly because it is purely Italian made.

After finished the meal, I continue my journey along the pavement alley as I smiled to every person that passed me by while whispering to myself, “Perhaps, Paris is known for love and Milan touched the base for passion. But, both love and passion does not beat the sincerity of two hearts; as written by Shakespeare; the story of Romeo and Juliet.”.

Let me share my love here before I return and see the wonder of Rome from the eye of Eve. By instinct, I can feel this journey would be magical.

To feel the love of Rome.

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The Girl That Eats

Glancing over the menu, you just could not decide as all the food, confectionaries and drinks looks very intrigue indeed. Fish and chips, spaghetti, lasagna, Boston cheesecake, melting rich chocolate topping brownies alongside with white mocha latte, ice-blended tiramisu latte and a double shot of espresso.

Then, it strike; a lean body with Selena Gomez’s curve and a pinch of Megan Fox’s thunder ass illuminating your mind. A dream body that you have been craving and longing all this time. You have been hitting the gym, jogged and doing Pilates for months in order to obtain the hourglass shape. Hence, your finger flicked to another page of the menu with green leaves, finger-size-cut carrot being a model for that precise dull menu page; which ended ordering a bowl of Caesar and a glass of plain water.

Sometimes determination, goal and motivation could really screw you up because in the regime of your body is your temple, you are what you eat which ends up being a food crave, not a food lover or even a glimpse of taste.

There are girls out there who consume anything that they want, eat like a pig, owns a giant’s stomach but retain a Victoria’s Secret body figure. They are not afraid of what people might tell them nor the carbs. All they know is that the purpose of life is to enjoy every single taste that exist upon the kitchen counter.

Another part of these pixies, they do not even feel a little gullible sense of guilt putting anything and everything which taste nice, looks good and smells great because they believe enjoyment surpass everything. Life is good, food is great. Let it not go to waste.

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The Walnut Girl

There is no powerful girl compare to a girl who drinks coffee and hot chocolate everyday. Attractiveness cease to exist whenever a cup of Joe is not being entertain. A girl could make it hot, cold or perfectly just right just by the way she sips it.

Why? 

Because she have the touch.

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Special Post: 29th February

For something that can only come once every four years, 29th February in 2012  deserves a special place in our heart. As four years apart from the previous and the next 29th February, surely there are huge and impactful things happening to us.

From relationships, family, self, life, career etc. has does really change a quite a lot in terms of up self bringing whether it becomes better or worse. For some people who are experiencing quite tough year, remember that it is still beginning of the year and starting tomorrow, there would be another ten months to create a great changes towards and within self.

Certain people would leave 29th February with beautiful memories; especially if it is hug and kisses from someone you care the most. You would never want the time to go by as their soft lips touches yours; never let it go as the lips blissfully grasp tightly to one another; wishing not be parting away. Hugs that will be given today, will be remembered as one of the most valuable hug as it only come once every four years. You will hug tighter and tighter as two bodies will be so much closer than usual.

The most painful part of 29th February is telling the person that you care about that you need to go to somewhere for a long period and only within two months that you will return to give all the passion, love, kisses and hugs that was being accumulated throughout the time. It sounds nothing but saying in on a day that only come every four years, made it sound to them that you would come back when the next 29th February appear.

The painful of waiting that they have to bear will be more excruciating since two months of waiting will be a four-year-type of waiting. So, please do understand if they hold your hand tight, never would let you go because they will be afraid that they will lost you on the way. Assure that everything will be fine and those kisses and hugs will be returning to them in the end of April.

It will calm them down because just by a little bit of patience, just a little; happiness would wait for both of you.

Dear Cheesecake

As we open our eyes, we saw each other laying side by side in a yellow field. You smile while grabbing my left finger and you insert a ring made by a rye straw. Our eyes met and in the deep stare, it portrays, “Let me, hold me, trust me, keep me, love me”.

I take your right hand, held it close to my chest. Do you feel it; every single beat of my heart? In which a reply to the beautiful stare, “Be with me, don’t let go, don’t let it shatter to pieces, keep it safe; as I love you too”.

I hope you’re stepping into my life for only one reason; to fulfill the dream that your heart attempt to do in the previous relationship and getting me who feels the same as you are; wondering in the world that we created by ourselves, getting to understand and telling each other to live our expectation.

Perhaps it may not last, perhaps a splinter will hurt us badly and perhaps, in a sudden, we will lost.

But take my words; as it cost every single of my breath to do so; I will let ‘us’ to happen, I am prepare for myself to be hurt, protect you from any harm; in the exchange of your and our happiness.

Every word I said is true; this, I promise you.

Blackberry 9700 Bold II & Nokia E72

It never occurred to me that I would use Blackberry phone and Nokia E72 despite the satisfaction that I obtained from my Nokia 5800 XpressMusic.

But the 4 months holiday has change it all.

It all begun when I didn’t do anything during the holiday due to the accident that occurred which cause my limitation of moment. As I am a regular Twitter user, I always tweet using Twitter desktop client called Tweetdeck and I used my Nokia 5800XM as a modem by having it working as a wifi hotspot using a software called JoikuSpot.

From there, I always check my Twitter timeline regularly; heck only spent 5 minutes in the loo and then jump off towards the screen. Therefore, I couldn’t detached myself especially when I went out from my house due to the fact I couldn’t use my Nokia 5800XM to check my Twitter through a software called Gravity since I no more subscribe to DiGi Internet Weekly due to the fact my house already have Streamyx. Logically, you wouldn’t subscribe a 384kbps internet speed whilst you have a 1Mbps speed back at home.

Plus, it is much more hurtful for me when I went back to my mother’s village that doesn’t have any basic enmities infrastructures at all; electricity, water and INTERNET!

Rhetorically, I’m out reach by civilization since I could not tweet about it since the experience when I was there is overwhelm.

From there, the urge of having a Blackberry emerge but I said to myself I don’t need it since I love my Nokia 5800XM so much.

The climax is when I always go out from the house one months before the new semester open and I from there, I realize that I couldn’t live without Twitter to express on what I feel at all time.

Economically, it is only cost me RM25 per months to subscribe BIS (Blackberry Internet Service) compare spending RM60 per months for internet. On the other hand, I already have DiGi Internet Prepaid which only cost me RM100 for 100 days of internet surfing; thus I already save a whole lot of money for mobile internet.

In addition, by having a Blackberry, I could browse the internet on the go, receiving my e-mail real-time, updating my Facebook status and most importantly, twitting anytime and anywhere.

So where did Nokia E72 came in?

Actually, my initial intention is to only to buy a Blackberry Bold II but it all changes when I browse about Bold II competitor which is surprisingly Nokia E72.

When I see the design language and the material that being used, I’m amazed and fell in love with it in an instance. Since my real intention is the Bold II, I bought a secondhand E72.

Considering it is running using Symbian 9.3, it is compatible with the software that I installed in my Nokia 5800XM.

Since my DiGi will be put into Bold II, so I decided to put my Celcom simcard into Nokia E72 considering my 4 years faithful Sony Ericsson W810i has some mishaps especially due to the quiclkly-drained battery, poor earpiece sound projection and the not-so-good fireport resulting I couldn’t recharge it directly. I have to twist the wire and cable here and there for it to charge.

I thought that I continue to use my Nokia 5800XM as least as a music player but since Nokia E72 could deliver the same quality of audio projection via a Bluetooth headset, it ends up in my bag hoping to be use again one day.

After I bought both phone, I put my female bestfriends pictures as the wallpaper, you know, to give the persona and beauty of it.

Finally, you see me always tweeting and replying messages from people from different social platform such as Twitter, Facebook and Blackberry Messenger.

It is true indeed, “Once you go black, you never go back”.

UiTM Sarawak 74th Graduation Convocation

Alhamdulillah, praise to God that finally and officially, I graduated from my Diploma in Plantation and Management (DPIM) study in UiTM Sarawak in its very own convocation held for the second time in its campus.

Three years of strive to obtained a scroll of diploma was being paid handsomely. All the tears, sweat and blood which has been dripped from every single of my pores are now inked on a roll of paper stating my fight to be among the best has finally came true.

When my name was being called to go up to the stage to get my transcript from Pro-Chancellor, Tan Sri Dr. Arsyad Ayub, my heart began to beaten so fast which eventually made me to could not answer the question that was being asked by Tan Sri, “Apa itu D.I.P (What is D.IP) ?”.

My mind could not processed it as my goal was to get that transcript and walk out from the stage without having myself trip. When I finally returned to my seat, then I realized his question was referring to my course, Diploma in Plantation, where as we here in UiTM Sarawak refer it as DPIM which stands for Diploma in Plantation and Management. No wonder I have no clue based on the question he asked me earlier.

When the ceremony ended, my parents congratulated me and I can see the proudness from their facial expression; a scene which is the most worth reminiscence in my memory. Afterwards, I took a graduation studio photo with both of my parents in the same frame; which both of my two previous brother does not experience for their previous Polytechnic convocation.

I will not not wasting my time to show you the pictures that I took since I know you guys are eager to view it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you; my convocation photos.

  A proud mother and a proud son

Miss Leelajini; who support me along the way throughout my 3 years journey and she is more than a lecturer to me, she is my guardian angel

With the beautiful Jessy Olen

Nadia Darnata, my Public Relation degree classmate

Gorgeous Nisa, my Mass Com mate

Andrie Fadrick, we went the journey together from Primary 1 until pursuing our degree in UiTM

Emmelly, my diploma classmates whom I went the 3-years-journey with

Hasimah Mahdi and Delia Harrison

Hasimah and her beloved, Mutawally Jolhan

Two future in-law families

Unfortunately, I was unable to locate my lecturers who has really gave their best to taught me and shaping me to as what I am right now. I want to take a picture with them as I want to give my full fledge appreciation but none the less, I have Sir Syukri’s Facebook account to thank for the wonderful picture below. Quite weird on how my other classmates able to grab and took pictures with them. Perhaps I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

From left: Sir Yahustazi, Mr. Zayn Gregory, Assoc. Prof. Dr. Margaret Chan, Sir Ghazali, Madam Hasmah Mohidin, Sir Saharol, Sir Syukrie and Sir Abdul Rahman

Here, I want to express my gratitude towards these two lecturers who really influenced me to continue my passion towards communication study; Associate Professor Dr. Margaret Chan and Mr. Zayn Gregory.

Dr. Margaret opened up my eyes on how important is communication to change starting from an individual up to a community. She taught me the wonderful things about the arts of changing the socio-economy of a community which leads to a great better life for them. Thus, I determine to be a change agent and in order for that to happen, the change must be start from me in which I chose Interpersonal as my new major under the Faculty of Mass Communication for my degree program. She is one of the lecturers who support me to continue my study in interpersonal communication.

As for Mr. Zayn, for me he is the best public speaker in the whole UiTM Sarawak and thanks to his advice and taught, he shown me the incredible way to be a good public speaker which helps me a lot in many debate and public speaking tournament. One of the abilities to influence people is the ability to give a good speech and giving out good body language in which Mr. Zayn are best at. It is not enough for me to attend his lectures, but I also learn from him by observing his style while delivering in class. Perhaps I can say, 90 per cent of my public speaking skills is being nurtured by him subconsciously since my first class with him back in Part-2 of diploma and I really feel thankful to him as right now I’m one of the best public speaker amongst the 1st year students in my new faculty.

Thank you all; my fellow lecturers, classmates and friends from making me as what I am right now and I promise you that one day I’ll be a ‘somebody’ as a shown of my full fledge appreciation towards your support and knowledge that has being given by these wonderful people.

THANK YOU!

Closing the chapter of 2010

The new book will show itself any minute now; thus shows the curtain of 2010 will be closed.

Lot of challenges and tests that I have to endured trough out the year which I’m quite astonished to see myself was able to walk out with all of my limbs still intact.

2010 has really showed me path which I selected to choose. Sometimes, when I’m in doubt, I always see myself from another perspective to make sure in the end of the day no regret will come to me for making the wrong choice.

Of course, there are certain things that I haven’t fulfill so far such as travelling around Sarawak due to certain limitation that I posses. But it wouldn’t stop me from doing so in the future. The dream will be always continue to grow and it will be always evolve to make it better.

Thank you for my parents who let me did all the things in my way by supporting me financially. I always put the priority of study ahead of anything else even though I’m busy with almost everything and anything. Remember, parents’ blessing is important because without their blessing, you might end up doing all types of wrong moves.

Thank you to my lecturers who guide me all throughout these journey. You did fulfill your responsibility successfully by guiding and opening the door for us; to make me the proud as I can walk with my head held high. You did all the impossible achievable by giving us the ladder of knowledge which I climbed on to obtain the success by grasping hard upon it by years and finally, it is safely in my arms.

Thank you to my friends, who had pushed me all the way back; who convinced me to do something crazy and different. It’s because of you guys who influence me in peer manner which subsequently does influence the way I’m thinking and put my subtle into action. I do appreciate you guys who keep on believing in any activities which I plan and organize plus giving your full support by participating in those activities. From there, I know you guys have the faith and trust in me to do almost everything without being worry that it would be messed up. I do extremely believing in it.

Please do take care well of the Debate Unit. We fight, we won and we survive. I might not be around anymore but you guys along with the Debate Unit always in my heart; the nearest because you are part of my family.

Even with all my might that I possessed, I couldn’t have done all of the amazing things if it is not because of these people who really gives me their full fledge support to me; those two person which are important during my academic and life-experience study.

Thank you Miss L, for revealing my strength along with my weaknesses so that I can be better in future. Your way does really change me a lot and the peak is when Terrence and I successfully went to the final of Yayasan Sarawak World Style Debate Tournament 2010. In every explanation that you gave to me, it does create a hard imprint which I might say, quite hard to be forgotten. You’re the best and you will remain the best of the best from all the best.

Finally, thank you to my lover who shows me the meaning of true love. Time that has been spent with you will be cherish in my memory. And don’t to worry love, I won’t find another you over there. Till now sweetie, you will be remaining in my heart and in my mind all the time. I love you too much.

This is the closing of the chapter of 2010 and I hope that 2011 will bring a better way and a better excel to you and me.

I hope my new path in UiTM Shah Alam taking Bachelor in Mass Communication (Interpersonal) would bring me more great things ahead.

Until then, bon voyage.

Hometown : Kampung Boyan

I was born in a typical modern Malay kampung which you can compare to Kampung Bharu in Kuala Lumpur.

Kampung Boyan; located at the area of Petra Jaya, Kuching, Sarawak is the best place for me so far in the entire of my life.

As a resemblance, both kampung share the most common thing, it’s located near to the main city; which for my kampung is just located just across the Sarawak river.

During the evening, you will enjoy a beautiful scenery of Kuching city from the other side.

Dusk ray really outstand most of the buildings to create a galore and spectacular view for eyes to feed on.

With every minute that passes by, you can see the changes in the colour of the atmosphere; resembled by the lighting reflect from the building as you can compare from both of the pictures above.

Now, you guys must be wondering on how to get the other side? Fear not, if you live near the city’s hotel, you can use the service of the penambang to get you to the other side with a fair RM 0.50 to get across.

The penambang will take you from each of the side and they operate until 11 p.m so you guys do not need to be worry if there is no more transportation to get back to the other side.

Penambang or also known as small boat has been the traditional method to go across the river as long I remember. It is now is a trademark of the Sarawak river in any print outs about Kuching.

Here, there is a lot of stalls selling local food and beverages such as the popular kek lapis Sarawak, mee kolok and laksa Sarawak.

There is also some small stalls that sells local merchandize plus not to forget the exquisite ikan Terubok masin that you can get it all here.

 

After enjoying the food, you can have a long walk along the village waterfront to enjoy the beautiful scenery around the kampung area.

You could have a glimpse of the end of the city which locates the ships for the fishermen.

I hope you guys could be thrill to come here and if you do, we do welcome you with open arms.

Full Review : Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah

Pada hari Ahad yang lepas, saya telah pergi menonton filem Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah (HKLBR). Ini merupakan filem Melayu kedua yang saya tonton di pawagam selepas filem Ngangkung pada tahun ini.

Filem ini merupakan rentetan daripada filem Zombie Kampung Pisang yang diarahkan oleh pengarah yang sama kira-kira dua tahun dahulu.

HKLBR ini diarahkan oleh sutradara Mamat Khalid yang terkenal dengan filem yang diolah kelihatan bersahaja akan tetapi disertai dengan mesej-mesej kritikan terhadap sosiologi budaya, kepercayaan, pemahaman dan budaya orang Malaysia itu sendiri yang diparapkan (embedded) di dalam filem tersebut

Melalui tulisan pasca-tonton ini, saya akan cuba untuk memberikan maksud-maksud mesej yang ingin disampaikan oleh Mamat Khalid kepada penonton kerana bagi pendapat saya, kebanyakan para penonton yang telah menonton filem ini belum memahami sepenuhnya apa yang ingin dibawa dan diutarakan oleh pengarah terbabit.

AMARAN : TULISAN INI AKAN MEMBERI BABAK-BABAK ‘BOCOR’ (SPOILER) BAGI FILEM HKLBR.

Babak 1:

Para pelajar yang ditangkap merokok telah ditewaskan oleh guru lelaki mereka walaupun mereka bertukar menjadi zombie. Pada bahagian kredit telah menyatakan babak ini telah dihasilkan menggunakan duit PTPTN.

Pengajaran:

Kebanyakan para pelajar kini telah menjadi semakin memberontak dan disebabkan oleh tekanan perasaan daripada kawan-kawan disekeliling mereka.

Mamat Khalid juga mempersoalkan para pelajar tentang pengurusan kewangan mereka yang tidak sistematik kerana menggunakan duit PTPTN untuk perkara yang tidak berfaedah.

Babak 2:

Pengawal keselamatan yang ditugaskan menjaga kawasan tapak pembinaan sanggup membawa kerusi ke pondok dengan mengelilingi pondok tersebut daripada membongkok atau menerusi atas palang penghadang kenderaan. Pengawal itu juga lari daripada tapak pembinaan apabila melihat sesuatu perkara yang pelik berlaku dan pada akhir filem, ia telah dijelaskan oleh kren-kren yang digunakan bagi aktiviti pembinaan waktu malam.

Pengajaran:

Kebanyakan orang sekarang suka menggunakan jalan yang senang untuk mengecapi kemenangan, objektif atau sasaran daripada bersusah-susah dahulu.

Mamat Khalid juga menegur sikap kita yang terlalu suka membuat sesuatu andaian tanpa memeriksa sumber-sumber atau mengenalpasti kebenaran disebalik sesuatu peristiwa.

Babak 3 :

Ini mengenai watak Usup yang mengalami kecederaan pada kedua-dua belah kakinya setelah digilis oleh kenderaan pembajak sawah yang dibawa oleh Purnama yang pada ketika itu sedang berSMS dan bersembang di telefon tanpa memberikan sebarang perhatian ke hadapan.

Babak ini juga menunjukkan Usup menggunakan kerusi roda yang disediakan oleh pihak kerajaan (logo “HAK KERAJAAN” tertera di belakang kerusi roda) untuk memudakannya bergerak ke sana dan ke mari. Akan tetapi, ketika Usup dikejar oleh ‘hantu’ Kak Limah, beliau dapat berlari menyelamatkan diri dengan berlari sambil membawa kerusi roda tersebut.

Pengajaran :

Sememangnya babak ini menjurus kepada para pemandu Malaysia yang memandu sambil menggunakan telefon bimbit atas apa alasan sekalipun dek kerana kealpaan dan kelalaian mereka menunaikan tanggungjawab sebagai pemandu berhemah di jalanraya.

Mentaliti orang Malaysia terutamanya orang Melayu yang selalunya mengharapkan subsidi daripada kerajaan untuk apa sahaja aktiviti tanpa perlu berpenat lelah telah digambarkan dengan jayanya oleh Mamat Khalid.

Akan tetapi, jika bangsa Melayu diancam oleh anasir-anasir yang tidak senang akan kedudukan mereka, orang-orang Melayu akan bangkit daripada tidur yang amat lena selama ini demi kelangsungan survival Melayu di bumi Malaysia ini.

Babak 4:

Husin yang merasa tidak senang dengan tempat tidurnya menjengah ke bawah katil kerana takut ada sesuatu di bawahnya sedangkan ‘hantu’ Kak Limah sudah sedia menanti di sebelah katil.

Pengajaran:

Orang kita mudah takut dan berasa was-was kepada ancaman-ancaman daripada luar sedangkan ancaman di dalam negara itu sendirilah yang akan merosakkan negara itu sendiri ; rasuah misalnya.

Babak 5 :

Bomoh daripada Bentan, Indonesia yang mengaku mempunyai ilmu kesaktian yang tinggi di hadapan para penduduk tempatan tidak berjaya untuk menewaskan ‘hantu’ Kak Limah dan akhirnya mengalami sampuk.

Pengajaran:

Secara terang-terangan pengarah ingin mengutarakan isu rakyat negara Indonesia yang mengaku memiliki segalanya apa yang Malaysia curi daripada mereka selama ini; contohnya adalah Kain Batik. Apabila kita menjawab, mereka menjadi semakin ‘paranoia’ yang akhirnya menyebabkan mereka mengambil tindakan sendiri yang tidak berhasil apabila kita tidak melayan sebarang provokasi oleh mereka.

Babak 6:

Bomoh daripada Kelantan cuba menewaskan ‘hantu’ Kak Limah dan telah beberapa kali salah memanggil hantu sehinggakan hantu kopek dan Nang Nak muncul.

Beliau juga meratib “belawok..belawok..belawok…” sementelah orang-orang kampong menunggu di belakang beliau.

Pengajaran:

Mamat Khalid sekali lagi terang-terangan cuba mengacah filem Ngangkung yang kebetulan mempunyai pelakon bomoh Siam yang sama kerana sebelum itu, pelakon telah melakonkan watak bomoh yang sama dalam filem Ngangkung.

Walaupun ditelan arus pemodenan, akan tetapi mentaliti rakyat Malaysia masih lagi mempercayai benda-benda yang berusurkan mistik dan mudah mempercayai bomoh-bomoh daripada doktor-doktor yang bertauliah.

Berapa banyak kes yang telah dilaporkan kepada pihak polis apabila terdapat kes bomoh merogol pesakitnya?

Orang sebegini mudah ditipu asakan ditunjukkan ‘kuasa-kuasa’ sakti oleh bomoh tersebut tanpa mengetahui sekiranya bomoh tersebut menipu.

Bagi maklumat anda, “belawok” dalam bahasa Kelantan bermaksud “tipu/menipu”.

Babak 7:

Pada babak ketiga terakhir dalam HKLBR, ketika Hussin bertemu dengan Nin di belakang warung Pak Jabir; kalau anda perasan terdapat orang yang menjala di atas jeti menggunakan jala berwarna kuning. Ini kerana pada babak ini, Nin ingin memberitahu sesuatu kepada Hussin yang dia hanyalah jelmaan yang hanya boleh dilihat oleh Husin; bagi rekod, bomoh Siam juga boleh melihat Nin; akan tetapi dihalang kerana Pak Jabir memanggil Husin untuk bersama dengannya. Bomoh Siam juga mengatakan “Kalau depa ingat kat dia, dia juga ingat kat depa” kepada Awie ketika di warung dan juga di kubur Nin.

Pengajaran:

Seperti mana yang kita tahu, warna kuning merujuk kepada metafora alam mistik; misalnya keris lama dibalut dengan kain kuning ; yang kita memang tidak boleh menyangkal langsung kewujudannya atas dasar salah satu daripada Rukun Iman iaitu “…mempercayai benda-benda ghaib”.

Dialog yang di utarakan oleh bomoh Siam itu adalah sebagai peringatan kepada kita supaya jangan sesekali melupakan kewujudan makhluk-makhluk dan alam ghaib ini.

Diharapkan dengan sedikit-sebanyak daripada penjelasan daripada tulisan ini boleh membantu anda memahami apakah mesej-mesej tersirat yang dibawakan oleh Mamat Khalid melalui filemnya.

Sebenarnya, terdapat banyak lagi mesej-mesej yang tersirat di dalam filem itu dan saya cuma menyampaian apa yang yang perhati dan fahami.

Filem HKLBR merupakan satu filem yang bagus dari Mamat Khalid dan saya memang mengesyorkan filem ini sebagai ‘Wajib Tonton’ kepada seluruh pembaca; cuma sila setkan mentalityianda kepada mood relaks dan memahami mesej kritikan sosial masyarakat yang diutarakan dalam filem ini dan anda akan mengalami kepuasaan maksimum apabila menontonnya kelak.

Pre-graduation Night

Last Thursday, the Pre-graduation Night was being held at Borneo Convention Centre Kuching.

It is the most anticipated event that has been waited by hundreds of final year students as they will celebrate the gala of their last presence in UiTM Sarawak for this semester.

Girls as always try to look at their best and some people say, “Less is more” which I had to agree upon too after those what-they-so-called style and fashion for the night.

Perhaps some of those people who attend try to save budget over their attire and looks until one of the choice that is to dress up themself from head to toe.

In certain occasion, you need to seek professional advice and skills to make yourself beautiful because they know what they do the best.

Because at the end of the day, you do not want to end up to look like a clown or a chipmunk wearing a joker costume plus ending up having hairstyle which looks just like from a mental institutionary escapist.

But sometimes do not take the advice of “ Less is more” seriously because you will end up to be underdress for the event. For occasion like this, you must know if the host will put up a theme for that night or what type of event it is either it’s high tea, luncheon, dinner etc. Be do aware of that.

A scenario that would not be missed out is where there are couples who decide to wear the same colour for the event which is sweet indeed and as long they keep up with the theme, everything will be look alright. No sweat.

Enough ranting. Now here’s the story telling.

That is Nisa and Lan, different course but same attraction. Both of them decide to wear Chinese traditional attire and it was sweet of Lan to manage to get the close from don’t-know-where. Nope, they’re not couple…only merely-there-couple.

She’s one of the Business Study student. The whole member in her table is having Indian theme. She looks astounding out of the ordinary. But due to the reason she didn’t follow the theme, she didn’t win the Queen of the night.

This is one of by best pictures for the night. Francesca was perfect on that night in the terms of style, make-up, dress and everything. Taking her picture was the hardest part since I need to seek the perfect angle to show her beauty.

Our fellow Hairul ‘Hando’ Hafiz, the Chairman of the Student Council along with Assoc. Prof. Dr. Wan Akil, the second in command in UiTM Sarawak along with Prof. Jamil Hamali, UiTM Sarawak Director. Hando just make it in the nick of time to greet the VVIP during the VVIP arrival.

Sharifah Shazzea, our Deputy Chairlady of Student Council does looks amazingly stunning. That night she was on her best look and I kept on whispered to her on how beautiful she was that night twice.

Taking a group picture does really suit up since in the event like this, you need to get as many as pictures of yourself in the crowd.

This is my class table.

From left; Irwan, Farah. Faizura, Emmelly, Hakimah, Anna, Mike, Me, James and Atai.

Anna Sato was looking gorgeous on that night. Might perhaps because of the eyelashes extension that make you feel tires.

The picture of Hakimah, the only queen of all football games I ever knew,.

Taking a camwhore photo is a must but it will looks wrong since DSLR already pandai main at the main area.

One that night self, there’s a slot to appreciate those students from each different faculty by selecting one of them as the best based on their CGPA.

My beautiful Hana which are being worshipped by most of the girls in the campus came with a beauty like no one else that night. Although she might be intimidating, but don’t feel afraid just to say ‘hi’ to her. She’s friendly to begin with.

My classmates for that night look more than their normal selves that night. Some of them even bought new dress and tailored new clothes just for the event.

Yours truly within the picture scope and it was the only me who didn’t sit quietly at the table because keeping on running here and there to take pictures.

Both Nisa and I ended up being red for the night reflecting the passion within us for our partner. I mean red does mean love.

Jesse was astounding-astonishing-amazingly beautiful that night. She’s a pretty Sabahan girl and to take picture with her really shows the exquisite side of me being choosy.

The picture of the whole Part 6 Business Studies students. Luckily most of them fit in the frame.

Yours truly with his besties. Do I have to say again that she is amazingly beautiful that night once more?

Rahman and Nisa taking a picture together with that background seems like they are attending a fashion show event.

Yours truly with the YDP of Student Council and President of Debate Unit English Department. Seeming seeing us to be as red, it was only a coincidence. I actually wore Hando’s samping because he changed with mine to match up with his shirt colour.

Overall, the night was great and everybody is having fun. It was a memorable night indeed and I would like to thanks Momo for lending me his speed light for that night event.

A final of Yayasan Sarawak World Style Debate Competition will be going on today and wish me all the best guys!

Cheer for me aite!