Do you like babies?

I like babies. Especially newborns. They're small, cute and mesmerizing. I can spend hours just looking at them in fascination and saying 'awwwwwwwwww'. Procreation is a damn wonder.

Normally, I prefer not to make commentaries on social issues. This time, i have to make an exception because it's happening almost every other day.

Yes.. Kebelakangan ini, terlalu banyak kisah 'buang anak' yang dipaparkan di akhbar-akhbar tempatan. Mainly about knocked up mothers (mostly teens up to pre-adult) yang diam-diam telah mengandung, beranak dan setelah melahirkan anak, membunuh anak tersebut demi menutup malu daripada ibubapa/sedaramara/kawan-kawan dll.

There's something really disturbing about that....

One girl flushed her child down the toilet, one drowned the child in a pail, one girl stuffed her baby in her bag till it suffocated to death and the latest the a baby eaten by a komodo lizard ( not exactly on my list of top10 animals).

I have my two cents  opinions on this subject matter but i shall not divulge them. Mainly because im not a mother yet and have no authority on this as it involves parenting and i dare not comment on something i have no first hand experience on. 

Whatever it is, there is always somebody to blame for any heinous acts. Always. Samada secara langsung atau tidak, semua orang yang berkaitan bertanggungjawab. Not just the mother.

Saya mengagak gadis-gadis muda yang termengandung ini membunuh anak yang dilahirkan mereka atas dasar takut. My sister, a mother of six, says that the fear basically renders these girls ability to differentiate what is wrong and what is right (Furqan). What is right is to not disappoint their parents and people around them and what is right is to cover their tracks by murder. 

Jadi sekiranya ada diantara pembaca blog ini ter-mengandung dan tak tahu siapa nak minta tolong - well, you can contact me. Its a scary world out there. If you really need the help, i know you'll find the way to contact me. Kami akan cuba membantu dalam apa cara yang termampu kalau tiada aral yang melintang. 

Just promise me, don't take the life of your child. There are a lot of childless couples in Malaysia. Perhaps we can give them that chance to be a  parent. 

Our very own Rambos - the Senoi Praaqs

Before i start this post, my deepest condolences go out to to family of Yasmin Ahmad and Michael Jackson. Thanks for making the industry more colorful and vibrant and your touch shall be missed. Al-fatihah.

~~~

For my THIRD post of 2009, I shall write about what i'm currently writing which is another epic drama for Astro and KL Motion Picture, which is a story based on the Senoi Praaq aka the orang asli elite commando troops and the title of this drama is Layang & Lembing. 

Senoi in Semai language means Orang.. and Praaq means Perang. Pretty cool huh.

Again, we're really lucky to get this story because i think, on the basic level without any of my tampering and entertainment injection from me, it is already a beautiful story!  It's challenging in terms of story, visuals as well as, emotionally... Well, that's what i think lah... 

Nevertheless, although its mainly about the Senoi Praaq, the story is set in the mid 1940s to the mid 1960s and in writing the story, we can't run away from the communist insurgency and emergency years aka darurat..

Now here's the problem. 

The communist insurgency and emergency years aka darurat or what i normally refer to as 'Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis-Bla-bla-bla' times was my LEAST favourite subject in the world.

Hated it.

Really hated it.

A lot.

Well .. lemme rephrase..i USE to hate it.

You see, although history was my favourite subject in school, i basically hated that part of history. I didnt find the japanese occupation interesting, i didnt find the communist insurgency interesting, i didnt find the whole independence process stimulating.

But I did and still love the 15th century Malacca's Sultanate Era, and heck i don't mind the Mat Kilau stuff, sejarah nusantara..yada yada yada..

But when it came to 'Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis-Bla-bla-bla', i immediately shut out. I did not care for that era.

In fact, fyi, i had to memorize basically anything that had to do with the 1940-1960's era and kemerdekaan because that period made me .. .yawn... sleep in class because.. it was damn uninteresting... bleargh! 

But rule of thumb in my life at that time, if i dont understand it, just frigging memorize it because i had one aim. And the aim was to get an A1 for history. So i memorized! I memorized so hard without understanding anything, that after SPM i totally forgot about history. Hehe..

Note to Cikgu Noraini Panot, my history teacher, if your reading this from beyond Melaka -Muar boundary : Its not you! Its the subject matter..

In fact my un-fascination with the Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis-Bla-bla-bla, continued after SPM, right thru my studies in the UK, the work years, the crazy wtf years and up to now..  

Im embarrased to admit but i know a bit more about Indonesia and American history in that 1940-60s era rather than Malaysian history. Shame on me!! Shame!

 

In fact, had anybody ask me before this project, about the Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis-Bla-bla-bla, i'd probably nod along, furrowing my eyebrows so i  look a bit intelligent and interested.

But, thankfully, alhamdullillah for our last epic project aka Warkah Terakhir - my interest began to peak...It was not such a bad era after all. 

And now that we're doing this Senoi Praaq aka Lembing dan Layang project  and after doing my own research, i realize... heck, Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis-Bla-bla-bla,is really interesting stuff. Not bad man.. not bad..

Maybe i should have given in a chance in history class and paid more attention rather than sleep my way through form 4 and 5 ( i had a serious sleeping problem. I will talk about that 1 day)

Anyway, i'm in the midst of writing. As i said its a tough story and we want to make sure its portrayed in the most honourable way possible and that to make the viewers, who were like me,  understand more about the Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis years. 

Anyway again, We met the head of the Senoi Praaq squadron which was Bah Ayob @Md Nor at Pengkalan Hulu in Perak and the stories he told us was really really wow. It was so wow, my mouth was gaping in amazement as i was hearing him tell his heroic tales and i'm pretty a fly flew into my mouth without me realizing it. Yum.

We also met his son, Inspector Ramli, a well spoken man and incredibly knowledgeable. And he lent us this book about the Senoi Praaqs that i was trying to get from Amazon and all the book dealers in the world tapi apparently nobody delivers to Malaysia.. 

Anyway, the point is, I'm amaze. Im amaze that we have heroes like them on our soil and ...

..tu aje lah...

ohh.. and the fact, that i no longer hate the Merdeka-Darurat-Komunis years....Ill make you proud Cikgu Noraini!

Warkah Terakhir - Rosli Dhoby

'Warkah Terakhir' is an eight episode epic television serial drama adaptation on the life of Rosli Dhoby. It shall appear in June on one of the Astro channels to be told later.

Set in the 1940s and early 1950s, 'Warkah Terakhir' stars a host of talented and dedicated new and veteran actors/tresses. The 28 year old Beto Kushairy was tasked to star as the 15-17 year old Rosli Dhoby and he is supported by Nam Ron, Melissa Maureen, Anita Baharom, Ramli Hassan, Sherry Merlis, Sazzy Falak, Shahrolnizam, Wan Azly, Riz Ainuddin, Fikri Bakar, Azhan Rani, Ameerul, Sani Sudin, Rosli Sako, Azlan Komeng, Juliana Evans, Kismah Johar dan many many more (my apologies for not posting all your names but there are too many).

The drama is 80% in the Sarawak dialect. Hence all actors and actresses have trained for a full 2 months to obtain the lingo. However, its easily understandable since the roots of the language is Malay. But if you still dont understand, we have subtitles both in Malay and English.


Shot almost entirely in Perak with the exception of two locations ie Pudu Jail and Seremban Old Library, Warkah Terakhir is produced by KL Motion for NSK and Astro Entertainment. Production design is headed by Black and cinematography by Pali.


Some facts of the story had to be exagerated a bit for entertainment purposes, of course done with the approval of Encik Bolhassan Bin Ainy, the son of Ainy Dhoby the brother of Rosli Dhoby. Some of the exaggerated bits included the age of Ainy Dhoby and some other elements.


KL Motion Picture Company shall upload the new trailer on their facebook by next week.

Jangan Malu Cakap Melayu (part 2)

Note 1 : Artikel ini akan ditulis dalam kedua-dua bahasa melayu dan inggeris.
Note 2 : Wtf is 'What the eff'
Note 3 : Wtmf is 'What the mother eff'
Note 4 : ada part-part yang telah di-over-dramatize untuk memberi pengalaman penceritaan yang lebih efektif.

.....bersambung dari Jangan Malu Cakap Melayu (part 1)

Apa-apa pun, keputusan arwah ayah saya untuk menghantar saya dan kakak saya pulang ke motherland malaysia mungkin ádalah keputusan yang saya merasa amat wtmf kerana disebabkan Cikgu J., guru Bahasa Malaysia tingkatan Dua Bestari.

Ya. Cikgu J.

Bayangan Cikgu J, cukup membuat saya menggeletar ge-ge-ge-ge..…. (shiver) Cikgu J (yang saya andai dalah seorang yang berketurunan Jawa melalui namanya - spekulasi yang saya garap melalui kemahiran deductive reasoning saya), merupakan individu tenaga pengajar bahasa malaysia yang serious tak bagi chan langsung dan sering membuat saya melakukan perkara-perkara diluar kerelaan diri saya seperti public speaking, berpantun dan bersajak di hadapan orang ramai.

Malah, saya rasa Cikgu J, saya percaya, telah menjadikan saya satu KPI bagi dirinya. His personal performance Appraisal probably looked like this :

Objective : Ajar budak US yang berambut besar dan suka tidor dalam kelas tu (i believe i had jet lag for almost 4 years), cakap melayu macam orang melayu.
KPI : 1. Zero pelat amerika 2. % of susunan ayat betul 3. % of penambahan malay vocabulary dalam penggunaan bahasa melayu seharian.
Tools : Apa-apa yang patut.. (ketawa gangster)

Of course, that's my overdramatization, pasal KPI's dont exist until end of 1990s.

The thing is, Cikgu J. treat saya seolah saya langsung tak boleh cakap Melayu. Which is sooooo not true. Saya tidak pernah lupa berbahasa Melayu malah saya berbahasa melayu di rumah disebabkan ibu saya dan adik-adik saya memang tidak fluent bercakap English.

Saya berikan satu scenario di rumah saya di McLean, Virginia, USA:

Mak : Kau kemas bilik kau ni! Dah besar panjang tak reti-reti nak kemas bilik. Kau ingat Mak ni kuli kau ke, hah? Kerja asyik nak menyerak aje!
Me : Mom, you don’t understand me!!

Yes, Malay was alive in the suburbs in USA. Tapi, yes, saya pun tidak dapat escape daripada terkena angst teen syndrome macam teenage2 lain kat amerika itu.

Of course, Cikgu J doesnt know that and thinks im freaking useless in malay. Oleh yang demikian, dengan cermin mata besar frame besi yang agak tinted yang dianggap stylo ketika itu dan muka yang sungguh sinister itu, Cikgu J (yang seriously, tidak memahami konsep ‘ Give her a break’ atau ‘ Just let it go, damn it…) telah mengenakan deraan malay-sual yang bertubi-tubi. Setiap hari di bilik guru di tingkat ground floor, Cikgu J akan menggosok kedua tapak tangannya sambil mengeluarkan ketawa yang kuat (jenis yang menggunakan muscle perut) dan merancang cara-cara untuk meng-torment saya melalui pelajaran Bahasa Malaysia untuk SRP.
Segala jenis taktik digunakan untuk me-melayukan saya seperti (i) memaksa saya menjawab soalan ketika saya sedang khushuk membuat mini-vandalisation doodle art atas meja bangku kayu saya, (ii) memaksa saya menyambung pantun (cis!), (iii) menulis dan membaca sajak ( effing abhor this!)in public dan (iv) sudah tentu yang paling kronik and i really effing hate this one - adalah memberi syarahan di hadapan class. Saya masih ingat lagi.. long sigh.. membuat latihan syarahan dihadapan kelas di mana topik yang saya pilih adalah mengenai kepupusan binatang tetapi sepanjang syarahan tersebut, hanya tiga perkataan berdetik dalam kepada saya iaitu, yes you guessed it – wtf. Ini disebabkan oleh rakan-rakan kelas saya yang obviously tidak tertarik dengan what i had to say because i was soo effing crap dan juga kerana saya telah detect ada mata-mata yang telah separa katup, disebabkan migrasi mereka ke dunia subconscious. Sudah tentu, saya mula gabra disebabkan ini. So, secara naturalnya, I went on and on and tidak lama kemudian dan with full consciousness, saya mula bercakap pada kelajuan 160km sejam dan menukar syarahan tersebut kepada bahasa inggeris.

Yes, Cikgu J. was not amused. Hehehe..

And as i walked back to my desk, yang terletak di paling belakang kelas and of course on that particuar day, it was a looooooooooong walk back, saya memberi ketenangan pada diri saya kerana sekurang-kurangnya, saya fikir, walaupun syarahan saya sungguh wtf, at least saya memberi Cikgu J. small talk dengan isterinya ketika dinnertime malam kelak. 'Awak tau tak manja, budak U.S tu memang mangkuk....'

Jadi, setiap sekali masuk waktu bahasa malaysia saya akan mendoakan agar berlakunya sesuatu( yang sudah tentu non-fatal dan tidak bahaya) kepada Cikgu Jamain seperti tayar pancit ke, terbasah seluar di bahagian seluat yang tak sepatutnya, Cikgu atau pelajar histeria ke? You know, sesuatu yang menghalangnya dari masuk kelas. Tetapi oleh sebab, saya tidak tahu lagi teknik-teknik law of attraction (aka the secret atau power of the subconscious mind), Cikgu Jamian akan tetap melangkah masuk.

Anyway, Pantun after wtf pantun, syarahan after wtf syarahan, sajak after sajak. Wtf after wtf, saya lambat laun mendapat C3 semasa peperiksaan SRP.

Honestly, somehow, that sinister old man, had played some part in my malay language because i can remember details of his torcher. Dan walaupun dia tidak mengajar saya BM selepas form 5, saya medapat C3 untuk SPM - which is still bad but not so bad lah.. Saya percaya itu pun disebabkan adanya soalan esei 'wawancara' dalam soalan peperiksaan SPM. ( And note : i believe this was the first hint of scriptwriting). Of course i was disappointed because i was in that angst mood to prove the world, that this broad aint stupid and because me and friend Gina, wrote it in our capsule of list of targetted subject that BM would be A1 ( we buried that list of SPM target results somewhere in the vicinity of SMS Muar. Cant remember where tho.) Apa-apapun saya menghembus sigh of relief kerana apabila SPM dah habis! Kerana saya masih tak sedar diri, saya sungguh gembira dengan hakikat yang saya boleh pegi ke UK untuk belajar Law dan tak payah cakap Melayu selama-lama-lamanya. Yahoo!!!

Tapi, all was not rosey and my plan to never ever ever speak malay again would not happen...kerana sebaik sahaja saya menjejak kaki saya buat A-LEVEL , saya telah culture shock!

Firstly, rupanya lebih ramai yang tera bercakap inggeris dengan lebih laju dan lebih slango dan juga lebih banyak vocabulari dan mereka tidak perlu pun pergi ke luar negara untuk bercakap demikian!!! Oh My gawd!

Kedua, tiba-tiba saya menyedari lidah tidak lagi dapat menggulung 'R' dengan effortlessly seperti manusia America yang lain....dan sambil memberus baju dengan sabun Fab di bilik air, saya praktis diam-diam....

Attempt 1 : "You know, rite.."
Attempt 2 : " You know, rite."

Wtf

Attempt 3 : "you know, Rrite..'

Finally..Phew. Still Got it.

Dan ketiga, yang paling 'hit me in the crotch' dan 'wtmf' adalah apabila di konfrontasi oleh manusia-manusia terutama yang dari KL, yang bisa berbicara inggeris dengan sungguh effortles, the worst had beset me...

Yes. When confronted with another fast speaking malay, i realized began translating what i had to say from MAlay to english..

And images of Cikgu J began looming again.. The man had done his deed.

Damn you cikgu J - i was beginning to think in Malay!

Ohhh tidakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Bersambung ke JAngan MAlu Cakap melayu (Part 3)

Jangan Malu Cakap Melayu (part 1)

Note 1 : Artikel ini akan ditulis dalam kedua-dua bahasa melayu dan inggeris.
Note 2 : Wtf is 'What the eff'

Beberapa hari yang lepas, saya telah berpeluang untuk berjumpa dengan beberapa sasterawan negara demi membentangkan beberapa cadangan kami. Seperti biasa, saya membentangkan cadangan kami dengan penuh semangat yang tidak ingat dunia, terlebih teruja dan kadangkala, ketawa sendiri sebagai satu mekanisme untuk menutup malu apabila tersasul cakap.

Setelah menghujani penonton di kawasan dihadapan saya dengan air liur, entah beberapa minit setelah perbentangan saya selesai, saya ditegur oleh Dato B.

Dato B : You dont speak Malay ke?
Me : Cakap...
Dato B : Liza, you should speak Malay more tau because you nak bentang pada orang-
orang yang titikberatkan bahasa melayu.
Me : (actual thinking) Oh crap.. what is wrong with me!
Dato B : Lebih-lebih lagi, you are in this industry..
Me : (actual thinking) Tripple crap... (telling myself)..speak malay, you retard!

Punyalah penguasaan dalam bahasa melayu saya amat lemah sehinggakan, saya nak kutuk diri sendiri pun dalam bahasa inggeris.Apabila saya ditegur olah Dato B. mengenai pertuturan saya yang kurang sempurna dalam bahasa melayu itu, saya merasa amat-amat teramat malu terutama kerana saya berada dalam industri yang mmenitiberatkan penggunaan bahasa melayu.

Saya pun pulang ke ofis dan mengadu kepada rakan kongsi syarikat saya.

Me : You tau tak ...Dato B cakap kita tak leh cakap Melayu?
Rakan Kongsi 1 : Ayah Alwi pun cakap benda yang samalah, Liza!
Me : (thinking) Oh crap...

BTW, Ayah Alwi is Syed Alwi the man responsible for the wonderful play 'Alang Rentak Seribu' May God bless his soul/Semoga roh Ayah Alwi dicucuri rahmat.

Apa yang membuat saya lebih malu/marah pada kecacatan bahasa saya adalah kerana syarikat kami sedang berikhtiar untuk menjadikan bahasa melayu 'cool' balik. Rupa-rupanya, aku pun cakap melayu tersekat-sekat macam sembelit jek. wtf.

Secara jujur, saya paling pantang bila seorang yang berkerakyatan Malaysia bilang 'My malay is so bad'. Wtf. Kau belajar apa bahasa tu kat sekolah.. Apahal tak boleh cakap Melayu....Ada beberapa jenis rakyat malaysia yang pernah mengeluarkan statement yang mengatakan mereka malu dengan bahasa melayu:

Rakyat Malaysia A : I wish i could write like you but Malay is so bad... (sambil cedok sambal belacan)
Rakyat Malaysia B : I'm being interviewed tomorrow but my malay is so Baddddd.. Oh Noo, what am i going to do?
Rakyat Malaysia C at a Starbucks in Balakong : Can i have one CaRRRRRRamel Machiatto? Venti, yeahhhhhh? (penekanan kepada 'r' seperti orang-orang America demi menghapuskan slanga Melayu)
Rakhyat Malaysia D: .. WhateveRRRRR....(penekanan kepada 'r' seperti orang-orang America demi menghapuskan slanga Melayu)
Rakyat Malaysia E : She's so nice, RRRRite!....(penekanan kepada 'r' seperti orang-orang America demi menghapuskan slanga Melayu)

Sebenarnya, tidak salah menggunakan slanga Melayu ketika berbahasa inggeris. Bahkan orang-orang Perancis, Germany, China, India dan lain-lain negara menggunakan slanga masing-masing semasa bertutur bahasa inggeris. Of course ada 'exception' to the rule iaitu Deejay/veejay channel radia/video di nusantara ini sahaja yang laju bertelo Amerrrrican/British memandangkan MTV dimiliki Amerika Syarikat..

Hmmm.. tapi actuallynya, saya pun pernah menjadi seperti A.B.C.D.E.F juga di atas. And i'm still like that sometimes. Kalaulah saya menjadi karektor utama (Scrooge)dalam filem Christmas Carol (dalam kes ini Dendang Idulfitri), dimana saya ditemukan dengan Ghost of the Christmas Past(dalam kes saya ini, Hantu Idulfitri Masa lampau) dan saya dibawa balik ke zaman ketika saya muda, saya pasti akan berbisik pada Hantu Idulfitri Masa Lampau, ' Mengadanya budak nih!' Hantu Idulfitri Masa Lampau akan membalas, ' Memang.. '

Tetapi, kadang-kadang harus juga aplikasikan juga slanga mat salleh ni. Especially, kalau saya masuk Starbucks dan saya dilayani oleh Barista yang sungguh berlagak dan menekankan slang Inggeris -KLnya semasa saya nak mengambil order saya. Dalam situasi sedemikian, saya pun menggulung lidah saya dan mengeluarkan slang saya itu. Biasanya aku cakap Melayu jek nak order air ni..

Tetapi, saya ada sebab kenapa bahasa Melayu saya menjadi sungguh 'wtf'

1)i had to keep up with the yuppie crowd. Saya pernah bekerja di syarikat-syarikat international yang secara umumnya bercakap inggeris dan dimana apabila saya tersebut 'Alamak', saya di tenung seperti saya telah melakukan jenayah besar.

2) Satu per empat daripada hidup saya dibesarkan di luar negara. Brace yourself - ini merupakan justifikasi yang agak panjang. Biasanya, saya tak suka sangat nak sentuh sejarah hidup saya kerana malas dipersoalkan tapi demi 'drilling' down the idea of today's topic, okaylah...

Saya sempat bersekolah di sekolah pra-sekolah (pre-school) di UK, sekolah rendah dan sekolah tinggi di Amerika Syarikat dan akhirnya melanjutkan pelajaran di universiti di UK. Saya tahu perasaannya menjadi pelajar berbangsa Asia semasa bersekolah di Churchil Road Elementary School. Saya pernah dicemuh kerana berkulit sawo matang dan bercakap dengan slanga Melayu oleh pelajar-pelajar di Amerika Syarikat. Malah seorang rakan saya di sana yang berkerakyatan Amerika tetapi keturunan cina pernah memberitahu saya 'My dad says i shouldnt be friends with you because you have an accent'. Wtf. Of course, at that time, i didnt know any curse words so all i could think of is 'Alamak!'. Lepas tu, balik rumah - nangis.. (Come on, i was just 10 years old. Cruel thing to be said to a child)

Nasib baik saya seorang yang agak mesra rakyat, kerana gadis berbangsa taiwan itu lambat laun menjadi kawan karib saya (padan muka ayah dia haha). Tetapi kerana kenyataannya yang sungguh menghina, saya terpaksa memperhalusi slanga american saya. Susah hidup kat Amerika Syarikat kerana saya bukan bangsa america dan beragama islam. Tetapi apa-apapun, saya amat suka bersekolah di sana kerana ianya memang seronok dan Mr Bott adalah cikgu yang paling best. ( I will talk about how fun the education system in America one day). Disebabkan peperiksaan SRP di Malaysia, ayah saya telah menghantar saya dan kakak saya pulang ke Malaysia ke sebuah Asrama Berasrama Penuh yang secara dasarnya sangat-sangat Melayu. Masa tu memang saya rasa 'wtf' dan terkejut beruk. Terutama setelah berada tiga tahun diU.S, sukar bagi saya dan akak saya untuk sekali lagi membuat peralihan bahasa. Secara terus terang, saya sudah selesa tinggal disana dan terlupa kami harus pulang ke Malaysia. Dah lah, anak-anak expatriate Malaysia yang dihantar pulang ke mana-mana sekolah Asrama Penuh secara amnya, dianggap oleh pelajar-pelajar di sekolah asrama penuh sebagai 'anak-anak orang kaya yang spoil dan mangkuk dalam pelajaran'.

I was not spoil and was not mangkuk dalam pelajaran ( i admit, i was at first though. hehe..) Tapi bosan sey dianggap bodoh dalam pelajaran.. tapi lagi bosan bila asyik kena ejek 'berabuk'..

And that's part 1... to be continued.

Is it Roslie Dhobie, Rosli Dhoby or Rosly Dhobi?

Honestly, i have no idea.. In some old court transcripts it's Roslie Dhobie...
Some articles spells it minus the 'e' but adds in the 'y' in either the first name or surname. Some articles depict the name having no 'y' nor 'e'... In other words, ikut suka hati aje...

So, because of that, i've decided to 'ikut suka hati' too and 'bantai aje' the name through out the whole script. Besides, the final product is a television drama so, i won't be forcing the fellow actors stressing the 'e' in the name..
I can imagine the scenario if we had...

Beginning of Scenario

Actor : Kamik sik mahu, Rosli! Sik mahu!
Director : Anddd CUT! Boleh tak you stress the 'e' in Roslie.. Cuba sebut sikit?
Actor : Roslii?
Director : Stress a bit more..just a bit more..
Actor : Rosliii?
Director : Better! Okay, lets try again.. Andddddd ACTION!

End Of Scenario.

You see, not much difference kan? Hence, to be loyal to all articles and transcripts and whatever , i have Roslie, Rosly or Rosli is 'berterabur' all over the in perhaps episode 1 - its Rosly.. and in episode 2.. its Rosli..

Anyway, lets go straight to the point. Sebenarnya posts ini ditulis dengan tujuan untuk menerangkan serba serbi mengenai projek terbaru KL Motion Picture Company, bersama-sama dengan Astro, iaitu sebuah projek epik yang berkisarkan seorang pejuang negara bernama .. yes you guessed it.. Rosli Dhoby.

Rosli Dhoby was a sixteen year old young malay-melanau student who with much panache and ado, had thrust a melanau blade into the abdomen of the newly arrived British Governor Sir Duncan Stewart George, in protest of the cession of Sarawak to the British government. Rosli, at 16, was hung to death 4 months after the event. Imagine that...16 years old. What would we know at 16?

Apa-apa pun. Personally, i like the story. It's a story of hope, love, family, passion and spirit. We will be shooting in January and it's a tough project because there are a lot of factors involved which i shall explain in later posts.

At this point of time, our E.P- Kye is growing a lot of white hair as he reads further down the script, which i wrote. Heh heh..
The director (who is also the scriptwriter) is also growing a lot of white hair as she realizes what she has to translate from script to screen...
But both hopes that the white hair is worth the effort.

InsyaAllah.

Wear Sunscreen - Baz Luhrman

One of songs by one of my favourite directors which i take to heart..

Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Baz Luhrman

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….

You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen..