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sometimes......it is better to stay in the dark.

english weather

bibit bibit
musim sejuk
menggigit
seluruh tunjang sarafku

detik detik
musim panas
cair
dalam titisan hujan

time and punctuality

is it so hard to be punctual?

i never consider myself as a person who's always on time. in fact, if there was an award for me, i think 'miss fashionably late' would be the most appropriate. at least, that was what i thought.....

not until i met loads of people who were worse than me. a lot worse. like more than 1-hour-late worse.

sometimes i wonder how could some people be so inconsiderate. letting the other party waiting, only to know at the very last minute that they are goint to be late. and i am not talking about 10 minutes late. i can live with 10 minutes late. but when the waiting clock's ticking more than half an hour, then my blood starts to boil.

'janji melayu'.

whoever created that phrase should be executed. with a guillotine. because the phrase made these people never feel guilty about their unforgivable lateness. it's like, "hey, why do you want to be so upset about us being late, we are malay, it is in the blood."

bloody hell it is.

i am not saying that all of us who are the offsprings of Tuah and Jebat (two great Malay warrior) possess the trait. the trait of being late. mummy is a great living example that i know. she always plans ahead and make sure that she has plenty of time to arrive for any appointments that she has. even if it is just for a cup of coffee with friends at a coffee shop just around the corner.

'kerbau dipegang pada tali, manusia dipegang pada janji'.

shouldn't that be our mantra?

memoirs of a geisha

"After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind. "

yeah, i know that this movie was released a long time ago (2005), but i guess it is always better late than never. and thanks to the Philharmonic for screening this movie again under it's classic films slot.

it was such a beautifully done movie. the cinematography was excellent, with rich colors and brilliant angles, the performance of all the actors/actresses were not dissappointing and the scripts were just...amazing.

FYI, i didn't read the book. despite being popular among friends and critics (and nearly everyone who watched it seems to have read the book!!), i went there without having the faintest idea what it was all about. it must be something about geisha, i thought. obviously!!. but i was eager to watch it as i have always fond of movies with classic oriental motives.

all-in-all, it was a movie to watch again, even though it does have some flaws. as much as i enjoyed the movie, i couldn't stop from thinking how much better the movie would be if it was done in japanese. loads of people seem to be put off by the fact that most of the main actors are chinese and not japanese (thus lack the distinctive gracefulness of the japans) but i thought they have done an impressive job to make the characters look real.

and not to forget, this was my first time watching a movie in the philharmonic. i have been there before once, for a live play. but this time, it was a different hall and it's amazing. the setting was different from a normal cinema. they have this big screen, located under the stage and were raised from below when the movie started. and because it is a hall for theatre, the seats are arranged in two levels. below are the more expensive seats (stall and box) and above are the unreserved seats. and what i love the most was, before the movie started, there was a man, wearing a traditional scottish costume, playing a some classic tunes to entertain the audience.

so, that's how i spent my evening today.

and thanks bob, for explaining every single details about the hall. u made me feel like i was on a fieldtrip.

15 June 2006

it has been a week after i'd submitted my portfolio. that daym portfolio. the evidence of all my works in final year. that big fat blue file. 100 cases, numerous formulary and countless evaluation from the consultants, doctors and nurses. as much as i wanted to get rid of it, there was a heavy feeling when the portfolio changed hands.

i came home that day, feeling empty. as if i've got no more purpose in my life. no more those color-coded papers lying on the floor, all books now back to the shelves. i should be happy, shouldn't i? five years of hardworks and uncertainty had finished, but i somehow feeling rather sad and ....i dont know. it's hard to describe the feeling.