After 500 Days of Summer, I had little or no clue what movie I was looking forward to watch next. There are some, but they all will be shown a bit later, in November or so. Assignments came a-piling, so I stopped thinking about entertainment for a while and back to work, work, work. Then I got to hear about Inglorious Basterds. Having Quentin Tarantino as the director, one of my favourites, I felt the movie was definitely a must-watch. And so my wish was granted :)
The movie was funny and brutal, (ever watched Pulp Fiction or even Kill Bill, with the gruesome bloody scenes but portrayed genuineness at its best? yes, something like that), having a group of Jewish-Americans soldiers calling themselves "Inglourious Basterds", killing any Nazis they come across. Brad Pitt was the leader and he was the comic relief in the movie, in his country bumpkin way, very thick accent (dialect?) of the state Tennessee. And each of them had a nickname known to the Germans, mostly related to their history. Brad Pitt's Aldo the Apache. You have to watch to know why.
And watching it made me feel like I was watching something foreign, because of the languages spoken (French, German, Italian) and that was a good thing. I've been wanting to watch more foreign films (other than The Kite Runner, which is the only foreign movie I think I've seen) and IB came close. I kept repeating the dialogues of the actors, it was fun hehe.
But apart from the story plot and languages, I loved each character's personality and fashion and charm and how they exude it across the screen. Got some pictures to show you to get what I mean ;)
Shosanna Dreyfus played by Melanie Laurent, a French actress. Oh loved listening to her French accent. And loved seeing her long blonde hair under that little beret, chain smoking. It was 1950's/60's France. So cool.
Even though he's pushing 50, he still looks young and handsome, with that bit of facial hair and styled mane. And not even in a Richard Gere way. Not just yet.
Bridget von Hammersmark played by Diane Kruger. Oh she is just so dainty in this film, playing a German actress, and a secret informant to the Basterds. Her lips were the colour of blood red and they were so perfectly lined and unsmudged and oh just so lovelyyy.
Some of the cast of Inglourious Basterds with the director in the middle. Though it was long, and I couldn't help shifting in my seat to rearrange the position of my legs, I loved the movie. But one too many times, I kept letting out hushed and loud gasps. Not for the faint-hearted.
p.s: Angkatan Jahanam is the direct translation of Inglourious Basterds. It says so on the screen.
I miss the days, late November up until January this year, when it was only me, my Atuk and Uncle Musa, going for our daily visits to see arwah. We would sheepishly cry and recite yaasiin together, and have breakfast after. Him, a cup of hot lemon tea, with two sets of roti bakar, and me, the same, maybe the occassional nasi lemak (I eat like a horse), only difference, iced milo by the side. And we would talk, about what we're going to do that day, "Atuk ada meeting hari ni?," I would ask and he would only shake or nod his head. Sometimes we eat in silence, and me and Uncle Musa would joke around with our own inside jokes, with my Atuk depicting a forlorn look on his face. Probably thinking of Nenek, I suppose.
Our visits to arwah's grave were not the only thing that was regular; our visits to Kluang Station in Tesco Extra became regular too. Every time I went up to the cashier to order, the Chinese guy would exclaim, "hey sudah lama tak nampak awak. Saya tunggu saje bile awak mau datang. Tadi nampak kereta, saya tau itu awak," with a smile. Eh PAUSE. He was being friendly tau, not in a freaky stalker way, seriously. Ok sambung.
Doesn't it feel nice to have a stranger who recognises you and acknowledges your presence too? And to have a small amount of anticipation in them to want to see the usual girl clad in jubah, hand in hand with her grandfather. It feels nice, just a subtle action of my heart doing little cartwheels. It helped, at the time, with the grieving.
It didn't burden me, to have to look after my Atuk, and to eat with him, to just be with him. It was all a pleasure, loved every moment of it. I felt responsible, if anything ever happens to him, I would be held responsible.
Now I miss those times. Assignments have robbed me of the time I could have gone to see her, and because of the demands of being a university student were too much, at one point, I didn't visit for three weeks. Menses was one of the reasons, but still, my heart did not do little cartwheels anymore. It just stood still, beating normally and incessantly. I didn't even speak that much with my family even though I stay at my own house. I missed them, and they were only inches away.
I just hope during this time, now and before finals, I could make up for what I lost. Precious time with loved ones. Miss my darlings ever so much.
The father loves this one. Ever since he was in his high school years. He's now in his 50's. So you do the math.
The erm, wait, well, on the other hand, he loves this one. Ever since primary. He's now 22. Lama jugak la.
I've had this 'hidden' lesson taught to me on who to cheer for whenever football season comes. It was ManU all the way. I didn't know anything; my father just kept buying me jerseys and merchandises and they were cool so you know, I was on his side.
But nooww, it's a whole different story. I'm 21, can think on my own, but I have no idea on who to cheer for in a game. Like tonight's game. You probably think I don't have to cheer for neither team, but honestly, and this is an understatement coming from me, football is actually interesting and rooting for a team is actually fun..
I should just shrug this off, but to these two men in my life, football is a pretty big thing for them. Can't help but to feel the urge to choose a side. Maybe I'll just be on the fence. :)
Hadzmeer has said, on different accounts, how nice I've been to people. Nice as in too nice, to the point of being treated like a doormat. He was advising, because he knew better. But I on the other hand, did not. All my reactions were "Naah, I think I biase jela. Takdepape la." After a couple of incidents, I can easily earn hundreds of "I-told-you-so" because I keep getting screwed over. So I am now tired. Malas dah la aku nak bg muka. Thank you.
happy 21st birthday darling! (I'm sorry, I don't know what's with me and 'darling', but it makes me feel British-y so just shrug it off okay heee)
This semester's been a stressful one, and thank God I have you and Mary by my side every step of the way. Don't know what I would do without you and your comforting words. Might be lying in bed crying my eyes out or turn into Grumpy for the whole week because of lack of sleep and too many workloads. (last week)
We've celebrated your birthday for four years in a row now, since pre when you were 18, and I'm looking forward for the many years to come. Even after graduation (InsyaAllah), we will still be celebrating your birthday okay? Let's make a pact on that :)
I wish you all the joy and happiness in the world and may you be blessed by the AlMighty. Will always pray for your well-being and success too! Love you Banana and will always do!
I'll be there, my darling, through thick and through thin When your mind's in a mess and your head's in a spin When your plane's been delayed, and you've missed the last train. When life is just threatening to drive you insane When your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page When somebody tells you, you're looking your age When your coffee's too cool, and your wine is too warm When the forecast said, “Fine,” but you're out in a storm When your quick break hotel, turns into a slum And your holiday photos show only your thumb When you park for five minutes in a resident's bay And return to discover you've been towed away When the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste Just stick on your hips and don't reach round your waist When the food you most like brings you out in red rashes When as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes So my darling, my sweetheart, my dear... When you break a rule, when you act the fool When you've got the flu, when you're in a stew When you're last in the queue, don't feel blue 'cause I'm telling you, I'll be there.
-A poem entitled, "I'll Be There For You" by Louise Cuddon
I always have this tendency to watch movies or shows on tv and would pay attention more to the background music. The music is like a hidden jewel. It could be an old song, a memorable one or just something that caught your ears. And if a melody did just that, ringing sweetly to my ears, I would wait until the show finishes and see the credits roll until the part where they mention the music. So many many years ago, when season one of Smallville was aired here, I was probably still in high school then, I remembered this one dance scene and the music in the background. I knew it was by Lifehouse, I just didn't know which song. Thanks to the power of technology, I've found it :D
"Everything" by Lifehouse
I secretly wished she danced with Clark at the time, but yeah we all know Whitney had only a short stint. Ah, old memories. Don't know why I get so nostalgic these days.
There's something about backless dresses that really evokes me. Other than a plunging neckline or a (really) high slit at the side, dresses that show your back are more elegant in a demure, classy way and it says a whole lot more than a dress that shows your bosom. Or maybe I just fell in love with Emma's stare here. Coco Chanel was right. Forget the dress, it's all her. She's gorgeous!
"I know you want me, you know I want cha". Mr Arif sang that line in his class. Or more or less, muttered it. I didn't hear this myself, Amer told me. Mr Arif, you never fail to amuse me.
Sorry I didn't come to your class last Wednesday, I had to skip it because of some other assignments. That was my first time doing so (skipping your class that is) and boy, I felt so guilty, I wanted to apologize but my reason will probably have you putting my name under your list of Unreliable Students. Truth be told, your class is the only class I enjoy most this semester. Now we've only got two more until final exam comes along. And truth be told, I think I'm going to miss Contemporary Literature. And especially your antics, Sir. Huu sedih. It's okay, we've got Facebook and maybe you can show more videos of The Smiths online or you know, anything so that I won't feel like our last class on Wednesday would be all that I've experienced and learned from you. Okay, that's all.
Why oh why every time I take up a Literature course, no matter how agonizing it is (remember Lit and Media? Mr. KIERAN and his ways of MARKING?), the end of the semester comes, I will feel soo sad to end it, the feeling is almost equal to a breakup? Is that even normal? I hope I am. And I hope this feeling will go away too.
I'll be your mirror Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home
When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you
-The Velvet Underground, "I'll Be Your Mirror"
Friends, you can count on me to be your mirror on a bad day and tell you how amazing you are so that you won't feel bad anymore, if that helps.
"Light up your face with gladness Hide every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near That's the time you must keep on trying Smile, what's the use of crying You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just...
Smile, though your heart is aching Smile, even though it's breaking When there are clouds in the sky You'll get by..."
Tak tenang. Tak pernah pun rasa tenang. Maybe for a while I did, but the past feelings kept resurfacing. Apa yang patut saya buat? Berdoa? Oh tak pernah saya berhenti. Nak hilangkan rasa sedih, perit, kecewa, patah hati bukan senang. Perlu masa yang lama dan ketabahan diri. Bila jumpa a gift, takkan ditolak. Kalau dah tahu ianya mampu buat kita gembira dan bahagia, oh memang takkan ditolak. Hadiah dari-Nya. Bersyukur sangat diri ni, sampai tak terkata (speechless). Tapi saya manusia, perempuan yang cukup lemah, asyik membuat silap sana sini. Rasa cukup teruk, sampai nak memaafkan diri MasyaAllah punyalah susah. Sebab dia dah beri kita macam-macam, tanpa kira diri sendiri, biarlah dia susah kita yang senang tapi itu pun boleh tidak dihargai. Saya cukup hargai, sampai memikirkan banyak benda yang boleh dibuat untuk membalas jasa baik tapi macam saya cakap tadi, saya lemah. Perempuan. Emotional. Perasan. Benda yang kena dulu boleh pula saya kaitkan dengan yang sekarang. Sedangkan saya tahu dulu dan sekarang jauh berbeza. Apa masalah saya sebenarnya ni? Trauma? Ah, lebih kepada mengada-ngada adalah. Orang lain kena lagi teruk, kenapa pula saya nak lebih-lebih? Perlu kah bersedih lagi? Mengenangkan lagi? Bukan kah kita perempuan, gadis-gadis, patut jadi kuat? Saya sendiri pernah post lirik lagu Hey Ladies oleh Rossa dekat yadayadayada ni. Apa yang dinyanyikan sudah cukup untuk membangkitkan diri yang sudah jatuh bangun semula dan face everything with a smile and a tough exterior. Exterior yang bukan dibuat-buat tapi yang betul. Ye, saya rasa saya dah kuat dah sekarang. Tapi again, manusia. Sangat lemah dan biarkan hati yang lembut dan perasaan yang susah dicontrol controlkan diri. Kena jadi lagi kuat. It's not easy but I will try. For myself, you and You. Because this is a one in a lifetime opportunity and I'm not about to just let you slip away. What I really want to say is, dari ayat yang berjela-jela kat atas tu, is that I am really really sorry.
That tiny person in the picture is how I look like (if you have a big imagination, and I know you do) every day now. Lifted by looovee. Sometimes one or two or maybe three of the balloons pop, and I am slowly lowered to the ground. But I've got loved ones who would fill up the balloons and replaced the ones that have popped, and then I go floating around again, sensibly, on the right path, with my safety guaranteed of course.And with all the love, I get to see how wonderful the world actually is. Through their eyes. How lucky.
Have you ever wondered how girls can proclaim their likeness over another girl, without imposing any notion of lesbianism but guys don't have the same privilege? Guys who say other guys are cute, handsome, macho might be called gay or invite some strange looks from friends. I've always adored pretty girls because sigh, sometimes I wish I had their nose or eyes or thick lashes or even their rear ends! But I had never gotten around the term for it before. What do I call this liking or admiration for other girls? It always had me puzzled. Little did I know, Joanna Goddard has been doing it all along. Girl crushes. Duh. Slow nya saya -_-"
Anyhoo, almost every actress or singer or model or anyone you might like has their own appeal, be it quirkiness or how demure they act on screen or even just the physical. I do have my fair share of girl crushes, and lately when I come to think of it, it dawned on me on how similar they look. Can't believe I even have my own taste of girls the same way I have of guys. Please tell me I'm normal. Ok, over the years, I've had it bad for,
Alexis Bledel. eeeee she is so cantik, I can't even say anything else.
Zooey Deschanel eeeee she is so cute, I feel like squishing her cheeks and ask her to stop whatever she's doing to me.
Robin Tunney eeeee loved her since The Craft. now she's in The Mentalist, along with yummy Simon Baker. Don't worry, my eyes are all on him instead of her.
See? See what I mean? The dark hair and light blue/green eyes? This is freaking me ouuuttt.
Well I love Rachel Bilson and Jen Garner and they have dark-coloured eyes. That's comforting. Ok I'm good.
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad Carry you around when your arthritis is bad All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches Build you a fire if the furnace breaks Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you Kiss you Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you Feed you Even let you hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink Oh I could be the man who grows old with you I wanna grow old with you
#15 No matter how deeply in love you are with a person, never ever ever love them more than you love Him. For He who has brought you and the person together and the many more wonderful things He is willing to give you, as He is Al-Wahhab (The Giver of All), Al-'Alim (The Knower of All), Al-Karim (The Generous), Al-Hakim (The Perfectly Wise), and As-Samad (The Satisfier of All Needs).
Out of all the couples on the telly, I always tend to forget these two. It's been a long time since I've watched it, thanks to Mr and Mrs Assignments, so I'm gonna write a post on them. Or maybe just show a short but sweet video hehe.
Ned and Chuck from Pushing Daisies
Oh incase you've never watched it before, Ned has this power to bring people back to life. But once he has touched a person, he can't touch him or her again, or else they will die forever. He brought his old crush back to life, so you know the drill. How sad kan. But I love 'em. :)
Alhamdulillah, I've finally submitted my Socio thought paper last Friday. It was so tormenting and made my whole week pretty much full of frustration and stress and all the words that go with it. I've also done my Socio test and rewarded myself by watching 500 Days of Summer. Oh it was so worth it. I feel like watching it again and again. Heartbreaking but it had its little quirks and comical moments as well as sweet and tender ones. Zooey was adorable and Joseph had always been that cute and charming guy he always portayed on screen. Watching it with a loved one made it a thousand times greater. Thank you, you :)
But unfortunately, sadly enough it is already Sunday and wait ah, I'll give you my list of things to do for next week.
Research Review
Research Proposal
Literature presentation
Analysis of test paper for Reading
Video for Nihongo
Creative Writing portfolio and journal
Lesson plan for microteaching Reading
Madness I tell you, madness. So I am back to reality, no more going to the movies and eat and laugh to my heart's content, though one day of it was worthwhile I must say but gotta get serious or else, I will regret this. Wish me luck! and good luck to you guys too, my fellow Teslians!
say it with me, We can do this we can do this we can do this!
To have undisturbed, peaceful (like everyone thinks you're a baby peaceful), uninterrupted eight hours (or more) of beauty sleep. That would do me gooood. Maybe hopefully insyaAllah, I can get it this weekend. Hurry Saturday!
as for now, Socio-cracks my brain open-linguistics has held me captive. Cheerio!
Even though he's pushing 50, he still looks young and handsome, with that bit of facial hair and styled mane. And not even in a Richard Gere way. Not just yet.
Some of the cast of Inglourious Basterds with the director in the middle. Though it was long, and I couldn't help shifting in my seat to rearrange the position of my legs, I loved the movie. But one too many times, I kept letting out hushed and loud gasps. Not for the faint-hearted.
Even though he's pushing 50, he still looks young and handsome, with that bit of facial hair and styled mane. And not even in a Richard Gere way. Not just yet.
Some of the cast of Inglourious Basterds with the director in the middle. Though it was long, and I couldn't help shifting in my seat to rearrange the position of my legs, I loved the movie. But one too many times, I kept letting out hushed and loud gasps. Not for the faint-hearted.
