Sunday, March 27, 2005Pepet updates i figured out a tagline for my new film, Pepet. for real dawg, "tissue..tissue.." sounds good imran, but i'm gonna stick to this one. hehe. if Sepet uses the tagline: One Chinese Boy. One Malay Girl. One Unforgettable Love Story. Pepet's tagline will be: One Boy. One Dozen Girls. All legal and definitely above 18. One Unforgettable Shagging Experience. bigg, start preparing the screenplay...heh heh. phyruzze, let's start on the casts, aggressively. nyum nyum nyum. sorry hussen, i don't think i can fit you in the casts. how about fellow producer? kuang kuang kuang. ade ke orang gelak camtuh in real life ah? posted by judd. # 3/27/2005 10:35:00 PM Saturday, March 26, 2005am i right or am i right? isk isk i don't get online that much these days. occupied with other things. probably one day i'll write some real stuff. have you found your Mr Right? this question goes to all women out there, including kench. oh by the way, happy birthday bai. ko dah tua doh. a great article i copied and paste from The Star, written by Janice Wong: Mr Right at the wrong time By JANICE WONG Sometimes, timing rather than love decides who we end up being with – or without. Only some lucky people marry the loves of their lives. The rest marry the most suitable person who comes along when they are ready to settle down. A friend in his 20s came to this conclusion after confiding in me that he had recently met a woman who is more attractive than his wife, and so occupies his thoughts more often than his wife does. “If only I had met her before I got married,” he said wistfully. But I think even if the love of one’s life appears when one is single, one may not be in the right frame of mind to recognise him or her as such. And then love passes by. Life is littered with near misses and lost opportunities. I attended my ex-boyfriend’s wedding recently, which triggered many memories. We met five years ago when I was 23 and he 31. It was love at first sight. He had an established career, was down-to-earth and steadfastly religious. I was then working as an air stewardess and my head was – literally and metaphorically – in the clouds. I was also – well, let’s put it this way – not religious. Despite our differences, we were soul-mates. We had the same quirky sense of humour and shared long, intense overnight conversations. But human nature is perverse. When someone is excessively nice to us, we start taking things for granted, instead of appreciating them even more. My ex sent me to the airport, fixed my PC, reminded me to take health supplements – and go to church. He had everything I could want in a husband – except that I was not looking for one. A boyfriend was all I could cope with then. I loved fast cars, danced wildly at Zouk and took off on shopping holidays at a whim. My life revolved around I, me and myself. In the six months that we were together, he popped the question several times and talked ad nauseam about having children. He wanted us to enrol for a Christian marriage preparation course. Yes, I did often fantasise about a Vera Wang wedding gown, but I was at that stage of my life when I was more interested in Guess than Baby Guess. And where – dare I admit it? – I still wanted to meet other men. So I was a 23-year-old with the emotional maturity of a 13-year-old. Responsibility? Wasn’t that for adults? In short, I met Mr Right at the wrong time. The more he talked about marriage and religion, the more I felt pressured and the more pressured I felt, the more irritable I became. I was too impatient to compromise. Every trivial matter blew up as a big deal. My mood obliterated the good in our relationship and reached a point where I just wanted out. He was heartbroken; I was sad but relieved. He still called me regularly, beseeching me to change my mind. The calls stopped finally after a year. Now and then, we say “Hi” via e-mail. I had a few painful relationships after that. Served me right, as those rude wake-up calls were necessary for me to realise the meaninglessness of my hedonistic high life. I missed the tenderness of my ex and began having second thoughts. Perhaps I also felt more urgency to find someone marriageable before my biological clock reached zero hour. It dawned on me that I am not a pixie like Peter Pan who can flit around forever. One day, I’d wake up sick and alone when my fair weather friends flit away. But I was too proud and too unsure of my ex’s reaction to call him until last year. The first thing he told me excitedly was that he had found The One. My heart tumbled to my feet. So, that’s Fate. If only I could turn back time. If only I had met him later. If only ... what feeble words. These days, I am more circumspect. I have come to terms with my loss. There is nothing I can do about timing, but I can do everything about my choices. Sometimes, when the nights get lonely, I toy with the idea of marrying a platonic friend of mine, who often assures me earnestly that, if the worst comes to the worst, he’d be willing to marry me. But I always dismiss that. I have already made one mistake. I should not make another by settling for second best merely for the sake of getting hitched – only to regret it soon after, as the guy who confided in me did. Hopefully, the best is not over but yet to be. – The Straits Times Singapore / Asia News Network as i wrote in my previous entries, we shouldn't be looking for Mr or Mrs. Right. we just need to find someone who's right for each other. i'm out. posted by judd. # 3/26/2005 11:24:00 PM Thursday, March 24, 2005Sepet wannabe inspired by the huge success of the local film Sepet, i feel like doing my own movie as well. it's appropriately called "Pepet". haven't thought about the story plot though. anybody interested to be the main casts? you don't really have to memorize the script. keh keh keh. posted by judd. # 3/24/2005 05:03:00 PM Wednesday, March 23, 2005Chasing Amy since i have absolutely nothin' to do, i've been spending a lot of time touching myself while listening to Clay Aiken's songs. and crying watching Oprah Winfrey Show on Astro. heh heh and also spend some quality time with my favorite films. the ones i never get bored watching. i'm a sucker for brilliant scripts. that's why Kevin Smith's Chasing Amy (IMDB) is also one of my favorite movies of all time. the script is pure genius. the characters (especially Banky Edwards played by Jason Lee) are fun and amusing till the end. i don't know about you, but i think this is Kevin Smith's best work so far, who directed and wrote Chasing Amy. the conversation between the main characters, Holden McNeil (Ben Affleck) and Alyssa Jones (Joey Lauren Adams) in Holden's SUV is probably the best "ayat" scene i've seen in movies. Holden's ayat was so good that he could make a lesbian chick fall for him: Alyssa: Why are we stopping? Holden: Because I can't take this. Alyssa: Can't take what? Holden: I love you. Alyssa: You love me? Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. gempak gempak. bila la aku bole buat ayat power camnih. huhuhu. you guys might wanna use some of the lines if you wanna confess to a friend. keh keh keh. hey guys, life is short. stop wasting your time. be like Holden McNeil. take a risk. confess. hehe senang jer aku cakap kan. but hey, on a serious note, we got nothin' to lose right? the worst thing that could happen is, she said NO. that's it. not the end of the world. but eyyy, don't just confess to every single friend aaa, just for the sake of it. hehe. for a Drama Spektra, i guess the "ayat" scene would be something like this: Teruna: Sayang, abang nak cakap sikit boleh? Dara: Boleh, cakap lah bang. Tapi sikit jer la yer. Teruna: Abang sayang sangat sangat sangat kat Rokiah. Abang nak memperisterikan Rokiah la. Mendirikan rumah tangga yang kukuh bersama dirimu. Dara: Oh yeke? Jom la. more or less la. hehe. a good script can save the entire film don't you think? that's what we desperately need for our local films. we need to find more good writers to contribute for the local industry and let directors like Yasmin Ahmad do the rest. can you tell me any local films with good scripts? snootchie bootchies! posted by judd. # 3/23/2005 02:24:00 PM Tuesday, March 22, 2005The beauty in imperfections. i was watching one of my favorite movies of all time, Good Will Hunting (1997) the other day. this particular dialogue between Will Hunting (Matt Damon) and psychiatrist Sean Maguire (Robin Williams), talked about relationships and marriage. check out the dialogue: Will: I went on a date last week. Sean: How'd it go? Will: It was good. Sean: Goin' out again? Will: I dunno. Sean: Why not? Will: Haven't called her. Sean: Christ, you're an amateur. Will: I know what I'm doin'. Sean: Yeah. Will: Yeah. Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doin'. Yeah, but this girl is like, you know, beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's different from most of the girls I've been with. Sean: So, call her up, Romeo. Will: Why? So I can realize she's not that smart, that she's fuckin' boring? Y'know--I mean...this girl is like fuckin' perfect right now, I don't wanna r--ruin that. Sean: Maybe you're perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. I think that's a super philosophy, Will, that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody....My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies. You know what? She used to fart in her sleep. Sorry I shared that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and gone like "oh was that you?" 'd say yeah...I didn't have the heart to tell her...Oh God... Will: She woke herself up? Sean: Ye e e e sss....Oh Christ....aahhh, but, Will, she's been dead two years and that's the shit I remember. Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh and she had the goods on me, too, she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they're not, aw that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot. You certainly won't learn from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell a piss ant like you. good stuff eh? and brilliant script by the way. we spend most of our lives hopelessly searching for that mr and mrs. perfect, but we failed to realize they actually do not exist. we just need to find someone who can complement us. who can make us a better person. or at least make us half the person when we're with them. the beauty in imperfections. as for me, i just wanna find someone who i can grow old with. isk isk jiwang jiwang. so sue me. eh jangan saman la pasal aku tak keja lagi. okeh tak lawak. posted by judd. # 3/22/2005 10:31:00 PM Monday, March 21, 2005the end of Ferrari domination? did you watch The Contender just now? apparently Najai 'Nitro' Turpin had committed suicide last Valentine's Day, after arguing with his girlfriend Angela Chapple over the custody of their cute 2-year-old daughter Anyae Chapple (both appeared in the show), according to this article by realitytvworld.com. check out the article by Access Hollywood as well. overheard a rather interesting conversation between two middle-aged pakciks while by buying newspapers today. pakcik 1: kau baca paper ari nih? konsert Forces of Nature untuk mangsa-mangsa tsunami diorang boleh buat sampai 7 jam. (flipping the papers) pakcik 2: wah 7 jam? macam waktu pejabat je. aku kerja pun lapan sembilan jam. pakcik 1: 15,000 peminat datang..dengar-dengar diorang dapat lebih 10 juta. (while checking the paper) pakcik 2: banyak tuh 10 juta. buat kat stadium ke? pakcik 1: ha'ah, stadium bukit jalil. bagus la derma 10 juta untuk charity. especially bagi sedara-sedara muslim kita kat Acheh. tapi charity charity jugak. nih buat sampai 7 jam. ntah-ntah maghrib tak sempat. balik konsert mesti penat. isyak pun terlepas. pakcik 2: betul la tuh. matlamat tak menghalalkan cara, ya tak? baik budak-budak yang derma tuh derma ikut badan kebajikan je. dari buat maksiat dalam konsert. konsert start pukul berapa? pakcik 1: pukul 8. ada surau tak kat stadium bukit jalil? pakcik 2: harap-harapnya ada la. isk isk pedas pedas. even though i didn't go. anyways, i had quite a busy weekend. March 19th 2005, Saturday went to Rawang with Syah and Mat Din to attend my good friend's wedding. Selamat Pengantin Baru to Zafrul Hisham & Norhamidah. Semoga berkekalan hingga ke anak cucu cicit. we were planning to wait for Zafrul first, but we're starving. hehe. sorry Zafrul, i could've taken your pics when you arrived. so we're eating at this round table with two other pakciks. the pakciks, probably in the mid 40s were talking about something, and somehow we're talking about "pitas". if you don't know the meaning of that term, you might wanna ask around. hehe anyways we kept the conversation to ourselves, since it might be offensive to others. suddenly Mat Din asked loudly, "Macam mana nak pitas perempuan ah?", much to the surprise of the unsuspecting pakciks. i saw their face changed when Mat Din uttered those magical words. wahahahahahaha not right man. not right. the pakciks left the table minutes later. i laughed till i cried man. check out my fotopages for some pics. i left home around 11.30 am and came back around 5.00 am. is that crazy or what? march 20th 2005, Sunday after watching the Formula 1 Grand Prix at Indianapolis Motor Speedway, United States for 2 years in a row now (2002 and 2003), i finally got the chance to watch the much-anticapted event right here at home. watched the Petronas Malaysian Grand Prix with laydiefa live in Sepang today, after a tiring day the day before. i had like 3 hours of sleep only. thank you very much to laydiefa for the free tickets. the team i've been supporting all this while, BMW-Williams did pretty well. Nick Heidfeld finished third, behind Spaniard Fernando Alonso of Renault and Jarno Trulli of Toyota who had the same pole positions (one and two) in the combined qualifying. 1) Fernando Alonso (Renault) 2) Jarno Trulli (Toyota) 3) Nick Heidfeld (BMW-Williams) not bad for BMW-Williams eh, considering Heidfeld's pole position was at 10th place? yeah i know Giancarlo Fisichella (Renault) collided with Mark Webber (BMW-Williams). so 2 drivers were out after 36 laps. Jenson Button (BAR-Honda) was out early after merely 2 laps. so that left us with Ralf Schumacher (Toyota), Kimi Räikkönen (McLaren-Mercedes), Christian Klien and David Coulthard, both from Red Bull Racing who had higher pole positions that Nick Heidfeld. that means Heidfeld beat 4 drivers out, including Kimi Räikkönen of McLaren-Mercedes. isn't that something? click here for full results. on the way back, came across a few school buses and i saw this eye-opening e-mail address on the side of one bus. a name@nra4002.05.moe.edu.my (i don't remember the name. well that's not the point anyway) i remember the format because my high school also used the same format, nra4002.05.moe.edu.my. can you imagine your e-mail address like that? i just can't believe who set up the e-mail in the first place, for start: i) there are too many numbers. there's no way you can tell your e-mail address to other people without writing it down. ii) too damn long. why don't they just keep it simple for convenience? oh and congratulations to the one and only Yasmin Ahmad for grabbing the top price for Sepet. this is definitely a sign of more good things to come. can't wait for Gubra. ‘Sepet’ grabs top spot at film fest (The Star) BY S.B. TOH PETALING JAYA: Malaysia’s entry to an international film festival which ended in France yesterday, has won for director Yasmin Ahmad the top prize and a cash prize of ?3,800 (RM19,380). The film Sepet, about the love between a Chinese boy and a Malay girl, took the Grand Jury Prize at the 27th Creteil International Women Directors Festival, beating nine other contenders. "I feel humbled,”said Yasmin when contacted in France. "I told my mother not to expect me to win anything, I didn’t expect to win with all these films from Brazil, Spain, and the United States competing. I thought ‘Habislah’. "Malaysians tend to think that as long as we have competed, it’s the best that could happen. Isn’t that so?" Recalling her reaction to the announcement, Yasmin said: “I was nodding off, and then I heard 'Malaizia'. "When I went on stage, I asked ‘What did I win?’ And they told me it was the Grand Prix of the Jury. "I asked again, ‘Is it a good prize?’ And they told me it was the top prize. I was flabbergasted." Yasmin said she would have been happy just to win a special mention. "I thought Sepet was too light a film to win, given that art films, are usually very ‘heavy’. "My husband said a lot of art films are about people suffering. On the other hand, my film is a jolly little film with plenty of laughs and tears," she said. "After the screening of Sepet, there was a discussion and people asked about the film. "I said, ‘Look, life is more than just about suffering. I did charity work in India before, and I find people who are suffering also look for a reason to laugh. "I said I hoped there was room for some sweetness in life and in films." Yasmin said a foreign woman who saw the film told her that while the world has painted a dark face of Islam, Sepet showed that Muslims were gentle, lovely and funny. "They said it was refreshing to see a film that was so unashamedly sentimental without being dishonest. "They laughed, but not as quickly as Malaysian audiences. Some things went whoosh over their heads. I told them some things were specific to Malaysia, but some in the audience said a lot of things in Sepet were also universal." The Malaysian entry beat films like Mak Yan Yan’s Butterfly (Hong Kong), which was the opening film at last year’s Venice Film Festival; Juliet McKeon’s Frozen (Britain), Alice Andrade’s French-Brazilian collaboration, All Hell Let Loose and US entry Dirt by Nancy Savoca (who made Dogfight with the late River Phoenix in 1991.) Yasmin said winning the prize has motivated her to get on with her next project, tentatively titled Gubra. "I want to make my next film quickly. My father fell ill two years ago and I made Rabun which was dedicated to my parents, and he's well now. "I have this feeling if I make more films they’ll last longer. But I also make films for everybody. Malaysians have a lot of stories to tell but not many people are telling them," said Yasmin. Sepet, has so far collected RM500,000 after four weeks of screening nationwide. "It has exceeded our expectations,” said Dominique Hee, senior marketing manager of Buena Vista Columbia Tristar Films Malaysia, the local distributor of the film. “I’m happy it’s getting recognition abroad." so how's your weekend? posted by judd. # 3/21/2005 11:56:00 PM Wednesday, March 16, 2005Numanumaye video yo yo yo whaddup biggie shorty. whaddup cuz? i guess most of us have seen the infamous Numanumaye video, starring this 19-year-old kid from New Jersey, Gary Brolsma (official website). check out the video: numanumaye. funny like hell dawg. the video's off da hook y'all! poyo la pulak aku cakap camnih. other working links: extremefunnyhumor.com, purplefinder.com. other versions: Tom & Vince, LegO-Zone, Entire Classroom Singing Mya Mya, the-not-so-funny Asian version, Maiyahi by ikari (cartoon), FULL colletion. also check out the original version. newspaper coverage: New York Daily News, MSNBC, NBC10. represent! nana in the house! nana ke? aaaawwwwwww! wahahahahahahahahahaha... keepin' it real in the hood dawg. wahahahahaha betul ke cakap camnih tyi? posted by judd. # 3/16/2005 06:03:00 PM Tuesday, March 15, 2005when stupidity rules. was hanging out with my cousin the other day at Universiti Malaya (UM) and came across his friends from Kelantan. all of them, including my cousin, are entitled to get the Perbadanan Tabung Pendidikan Tinggi Nasional (PTPTN) money. according to him, some of his friends own ridiculously expensive cellphones, including Nokia 3660, Nokia 7250, Nokia 7610 and Nokia 7260. hey it's a free world, the students can do whatever they want with the money. but one thing that bothers me is, why the fuck did they spend some RM1,200 on cellphones if they can't even use the freakin' phone? yes, they can't even afford to buy prepaid cards. it's truly sad to see these kids spending extravagantly, while their parents back home working low-paying jobs, earning as low as RM300 a month as fishermen, security guards, etc. oh and why do you need a camera phone for? my other cousin's dad, sells fish for a living in Kelantan. he's earning RM300 a month, supporting 9 kids. thank god all his children are well aware of that. if these ignorant kids gonna use public phone to make phone calls anyway, then they shouldn't even think to have cellphones in the first place. they could definitely use the PTPTN money to help their family back home. or put it into savings perhaps? ps: this entry is not against Kelantanese people. i am Kelantanese. posted by judd. # 3/15/2005 06:07:00 PM Monday, March 14, 2005Memasak sambil tersengih-sengih manja. they say the best cooks in the world are MEN. in our country, we have some famous ones, namely Chef Wan and Chef Ismail. but i suck at cooking. due to financial constraints, students studying overseas have to cook at some point during their 3-to-4-year-stay abroad. not all, but most of us have to cook if we wanna survive another month. so it's interesting to see guys, who probably never been in the kitchen (except to wash their hands and forced to wash the dishes), learn to cook. i studied (that's not exactly the appropriate word here) in the the states for 4 years and a half, and to tell you the truth, i never cook rice before in malaysia. or any meals for that matter. not even once. before i fly to the states, my lovely mom compiled an extensive list of recipes on how to make some basic meals (lauk pauk). from a to z. i still have that list somewhere. but i never have a practical class from my mom, due to my extreme laziness. i would say things like, "alaaa takper la, sure senangnya masak.." i just have to entirely rely on the theory (my mom's list) and my instinct (or lack of it) then. what a gamble eh? during my first few semesters in the states, i stayed with 2 seniors and another friend, Zul in an off campus 2-bedroom apartment. they've been taking turns to cook before, so we just followed the system then. 4 of us, so we'll have to cook once (meals include lunch and dinner) every 4 days. my first experience cooking rice: can you believe it? i was 19 years old when i first cook rice. well it's a good thing that for my first time, i have to do it manually. that's the right way to learn anyway right? no rice cooker available at that time. i don't remember why. anyways, i did it perfectly. fill it with water. wash a few times to to avoid bran odor. put it on the stove and shit. to kill time, i washed the dishes, including some knives. when i wanted to put one of the knives properly in the drawer, i accidentally cut my finger. comel sangat sangat! just a small cut though. to add drama to that, my senior walked in and saw me bleed. he laughed out so hard and said, "hak enan..masak nasik pun bole luka ke...wahahahahahahahahaha". that's why i remember my first time. girls bleed when they have sex for the first time, and i bleed when i cook rice for the first time. my first experience cooking first meal: after "consulting" with my mom on the phone, i decided to cook chicken curry (Ayam Masak Kari) as my first ever meal. nobody at home, which was very good. if i fucked up, nobody gonna know. everything went according to plan. no problem cutting the chicken. i knew i did it the wrong way (the hard way), but i managed to do it using my strong hairy hands. heh heh. i prepared the proper ingredients (onions, curry powder, santan, salt, sugar, etc), just like my mom told me. and no, i didn't use the ajinomoto. woohooo..i was cooking. somethin'. at last. well honestly, the chicken looked delicious. but looked very dry, definitely didn't look like my mom's chicken curry. hmmm something's missing, i must have missed a step, but i couldn't seem to figure it out. when my seniors came back eventually, they looked and asked bluntly, "wooo..ko masak ayam rendang ke? gempak sial..". wahahahaha damn it. "ha'ah kan, ader rupa ayam rendang la pulak. patutnya buat ayam kari. heh heh." we laughed so hard but they actually like the chicken. they said it's not so bad after all. they pointed out that i should put more santan and water to make it looked like ayam masak kari. not ayam rendang. so during that 4 years or so, especially with my housemate, Syah, our kitchen menu was always the same. sadly, everyday's menu will either be: AYAM/DAGING/IKAN/SOTONG masak GORENG/MERAH/KICAP/SOS TIRAM/BAKAR/KARI/KURMA (IKAN and sotong are very rare) for me and my housemate, Syah, the easiest meal to cook is definitely NOT Ayam Goreng. it's actually Ayam Bakar. just put the chicken in the oven (we don't usually marinate them), do somethin' else and voila! you have yourself a decent lunch/dinner. of course, kicap and sos tiram are crucial here. i also have trouble making a decent and well-shaped "Telur Mata Kerbau". i never get it right dawg. when i try to flip the egg, it always turn ugly. and i end up making "Telur Hancur" instead. you know the ones you can find in boarding schools? during my stay abroad, i had the privilege to taste and encounter some of the most bizarre home-cooked meals known to mankind: i) Nasi Goreng campur Chips this one fine day, me, Asrif and Ajep were hanging out at my place and we were starving. i don't remember if Syah was around. anyways, Asrif and Ajep decided to cook, but i have only have a small slice of chicken from Pak Ali (a halal grocery store nearby) and some rice. to accomodate the 3 of us, the only menu popped into mind was fried rice. so they cooked. little did i know i was in for a surprise. heh heh. the rice wasn't even cooked yet, but Ajep was so eager to have it done as soon as possible. since my kitchen's practically empty, a guy gotta do what a guy gotta do. to add flavor, they mixed chips with the fried rice! i don't remember which one, must be one of those Frito-Lay chips. heh heh i vividly remember i just can't finish it. not right dawg. not right. ii) Ayam Masak Merah Paling Pedas di atas muka bumi it was Sutinah's birthday. to surprise her, i decided to cook a special Ayam masak merah for her and some 15 friends. aaauuuwwww so sweet eh? this was my first time to cook for these many people, so i was caught off guard on how much cili kering i was supposed to put. and yes, i may have put a little bit too much. a 3/4 of the big packet to be exact. yeah yeah i know. crazy's an understatement. what the hell was i thinking? 3/4? the result? the chicken looked very yummy actually. the ones you can see in kenduri kahwins, you know? it was without a doubt, the spiciest meal i've ever taste and eat in my whole life. the others might think the same thing as well. wahahahahahaha thank god my fridge was filled with ice creams i got from using Mamal's meal points days earlier. on a lighter note, i was talking with effy just now and she said she once ate my Ayam Masak Merah and it was delicious. wooohoooo..thanks effy. yeah i know i have it in me. TALENT. wahahahaha poyo poyo. iii) Nasi Putih campur Mayonnaise perhaps because of financial constraints or extremely cold weather, Ajep prepared this unique meal for himself. just white rice, mixed with mayonnaise. hehe and that's it. nothin' else. wahahahahaha thank god i wasn't hungry. aaahhh the good old times. i miss those days. not necessarily the cooking though. hehe. i miss hanging out at Denny's and Steak n Shake late at night with my homies. just hanging out you know. talking. smoking. laughing. asking for countless refills. heh heh. i miss Abang Ajis' cooking. me and my friends agreed he's probably the best cook in the community. buat Ayam Percik untuk sahur relax jer. not to mention Satay, Nasi Lemak, Nasi Ayam, etc. i miss the occassional BBQ at Abang Khidir and Kak Shireen's place. we don't do that very often in Malaysia. almost never. i miss Yen Ching. i miss Mongolian beef. i miss Auntie Juddy. i miss her only words we can understand. "very ha..very ha..". i miss Pak Ali. i miss that over-priced Nasi Beriani. i miss everyone. gotta go in a bit. well i don't intend to be the best cook out there..hehe just able to cook edible food. hoping that people will still be able to walk after eating my meals. i wanna surprise my future wife one day. i want her to wake up with breakfast in bed. isn't that somethin'? girls dig surprises. i hope by then i can get the Telur Mata Kerbau right. oh before i go, have you ever wonder why do they have Nasi Goreng USA in restaurants, and not Nasi Goreng UK, Nasi Goreng Jepun, Nasi Goreng Jerman and Nasi Goreng Australia instead? so guys, do you cook? posted by judd. # 3/14/2005 01:31:00 PM Saturday, March 12, 2005Mencari Ketenangan Dalam Kekalutan Hidup yang Penuh Onak dan Duri. been awfully sick for one whole week now. terrible terrible sorethroat. flu. cough. sore muscles. headache. all in one. must be the haze. i even had to skip one important interview last thursday because of this. isk isk. on a lighter note, congratulations to borro for getting a new baby. Black Wira SE Auto 1.5. perrrggghhhh me, syah & rush had the privilege to be amongst the first to ride the car last night. so borro, what's the difference between having a new wife and a new car? i would also like to extend my sincere congratulations and gratitude to Nur Amalina Che Bakri of SMK Ulu Tiram, Johor. 17 A1s man. that's a lot of As. nothin' but respect. i'd be lucky if i get 7 A1s..she's so good she can divide all the A1s equally with 2 other people and still looked impressive. hehe. anyways, i z a n passed the stick (it doesn't sound right if i say i pass my stick to someone else, right? anyway..) to me, so here it is: 1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer? almost 2GB. stops there since i'm using dial up now. 2. The CD you last bought? Green Day's American Idiot. 3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message? Mungkin Nanti by Peter Pan. 4. Write down five songs that you often listen to or that mean a lot to you. i) Tenung-Tenung Renung-Renung by M Daud Kilau ii) Bukakan Hati Lembutkan Jiwa by New Boyz iii) Baby Emily by Boyz 'R' Us iv) Terlena Di Manis Bicara by Q-Face v) Realiti Dan Fantasi by Crossfire vi) Dan (Sheila on 7) by Asrif (ask him for the mp3) vii) Are You Gonna Be My Girl (Jet) by Asrif viii) Lagu Untuk Awek by Ajep ix) Suratan Atau Kebetulan (Kenny Remy Martin) by Mat Yu 5. Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why? i) chi ii) wingnut iii) sarah noordeen in the most talked about movie right now, Sepet, character Ah Loong a.k.a. Jason (Ng Choo Seong) sells pirated VCDs at Pasar Malams. and now, in real life, Sepet's pirated VCDs are available all around KL for as low as RM5.00. and i heard the UNCUT version's also in the market, which is definitely not good for Yasmin Ahmad. who wouldn't want to wonder what the 8 cuts are right? in a review by TV Smith: " Yasmin described the enforced cuts as unreasonable beyond belief. In one scene, Jason said "Not all Chinese men cheat and not all Malay men are lazy". Orked's smug retort "That is where you are wrong; all Malay men are lazy" ended in the guillotine. The director explained that the whole scene was done tongue-in-cheek and it goes to show that Malays can joke about themselves. " later dawg. posted by judd. # 3/12/2005 11:44:00 PM Wednesday, March 02, 2005Mencari Jawapan Yang Belum Pasti i promised some friends a cerpen in Malay. so here it is. 100% written by me. enjoy and tell me what you think! oh and yasmin, call me. hehe. FYI: original story written by me. not copied from somewhere else. EPILOG CINTA SUCI Bahagian I Karya sulung judd Jam dinding sudah menunjukkan pukul 12 tengah malam. Hujan gerimis mula menitik perlahan di tingkap bilik Deraman. Angin bayu mendayu seperti menyanyikan satu irama yang mengasyikkan kalbu. Unggas malam berbisikkan di sebalik kegelapan malam. Hujan di tengah malam, pastinya seperti orang mengantuk disorongkan bantal. Namun tidak bagi Deraman. Tidak sama sekali. Deraman terbaring lesu di atas katil bujangnya yang empuk, merenung jauh ke dinding biliknya yang sudah bertukar warna. Gusar tentang sesuatu yang menggangu fikirannya. Sekejap dia menukar pandangannya ke arah kipas syiling yang bergerak perlahan. Berpusing seperti fikirannya. Berkecamuk. Keluh resah. Atas nama cinta. "Patutkah aku menggangunya pada waktu ini? Mungkin dia sudah lena dibuai mimpi indah." Siapalah aku ini untuk Memintal buih yang memutih Menjadi permaidani seperti mana Yang tertulis dalam novel cinta... Sejuk hati Deraman apabila lagu "Mengintai Dari Tirai Kamar" dendangan Exist berkumandang di stesen radio RMKL, seperti mengerti isi hati Deraman. Sambil mengintal bantal peluknya, air mata mula menitis membasahi tilamnya. Pada kebiasaannya bukanlah air mata yang selalu membasahi tilamnya. Sebelum fikirannya melayang lebih jauh memikirkan buah hatinya, Deraman terfikir, "Eh kejap, boleh ke kita memintal buih ah? Suka hati jer nak pintal-pintal." Deraman menepuk dahinya sendiri apabila sedar bahawa topik dalam fikirannya tidak ada kena mengena dengan masalahnya yang terpendam di lubuk hatinya. "Macam mana aku bole tukar topik sendiri nih. Potong stim betul. Okeh layan jiwang balik.." Hujan semakin lebat. Kilat sabung menyabung. Fikiran Deraman melayang kepada dua belas bulan yang lepas, apabila hatinya terpaut kepada seorang insan istimewa bernama Farah Natasha. * IMBAS KEMBALI * Bermulalah kisah cinta agung antara Deraman dan Farah Natasha. Deraman sedang enak menjamu selera bersama rakan-rakannya di sebuah restoran di ibu kota. Selepas membuat bayaran, Deraman dan rakan-rakannya bergegas ke kompleks Pertama untuk mencari pelekat untuk motor baru Kesumat, rakan baik Deraman sejak sekolah rendah. Tiba-tiba, bahunya dipaut perlahan dari belakang. Deraman menoleh dengan nada sungguh perlahan dan pada saat itulah, Deraman terpaku dengan kecantikan seorang anak gadis yang tersenyum lebar. Senyuman yang ikhlas. Senyuman yang manis. "Ini abang punya ke?" Deraman diam seribu bahasa. Lidahnya kaku, tidak mampu menuturkan kata-kata. Ayat "Hai cik adik, bole berkenalan?" langsung tidak terlintas di fikirannnya. Terpesona dengan keindahan raut wajahnya. Lesung pipit yang sungguh dalam, jika berpeluh, air peluh itu boleh bertakung. Rambut ikal mayang yang menawan, bebas dari kelumumur, mungkin setelah teknik rebonding. Setelah ditegur beberapa kali oleh Kesumat, barulah Deraman membuka mulut. Gagap pada mulanya. "Oh ya. Ya saya. memang helmet saya. Kalau ader pelekat banyak-banyak nih, memang saya punya la tuh. Terima kasih." Anak gadis itu melebarkan senyuman yang lebih panjang. "Sama-sama. Lain kali jangan lupa yer bang.." Deraman menghulurkan tangannya. "Hai nama saya Deraman. Deraman Daniel." "Farah. Farah Natasha Awang." Begitulah permulaan yang cukup indah untuk membuka lebaran percintaan Deraman dan Farah Natasha. Tiada kata-kata yang mampu menggambarkan betapa suci dan tulus perhubungan mereka. Sejak hari itu, mereka erat seperti isi dengan kuku. Ibarat tol dan kenaikan harga. Sukar dipisahkan. Kasih sayang yang tidak boleh diceraikan seperti rambut yang bersimpul mati. Ada yang iri hati melihat perhubungan mereka berdua. Biasalah ragam manusia, kerana digila burung di hutan, denak di rumah mati kelaparan. Sudah dapat gading bertuah, tanduk tidak berguna lagi. Namun ada juga segelintir yang berbesar hati melihat hati nakal Deraman sudah terpaut. Taman Tasik Titiwangsa menjadi saksi Deraman melafazkan isi hatinya kepada Farah Natasha. Romantis. Ahhh betapa indahnya percintaan itu. Namun pada hari ini, ketika mereka hendak meraikan hari ulang tahun yang pertama percintaan mereka di Taman Tasik Titiwangsa, Deraman dengan tidak semena-mena mengajak Farah bernikah. Sejak hari pertama bertentang mata, Deraman sudah mengetahui. Inilah jodohnya. Asam di darat, ikan di laut. Dalam belanga bertemu jua. Tapi nikah bukan sebarang nikah. Nikah di selatan Thailand. Deraman tidak sanggup menunggu lagi. Dia tidak mahu mengambil risiko Farah dikebas orang. Perasaan cintanya terlalu mendalam, inilah waktu yang sesuai untuk melamar buah hatinya. "Sayang, sudikah engkau menerima lamaranku ini? Cinta kita begitu suci, abang rasa tak perlulah kita membazir duit untuk buat kenduri kahwin." Farah tiba-tiba bertukar wajah apabila Deraman mengesyorkan untuk berkahwin lari. Sudah menjadi harapannnya untuk mendirikan rumah tangga bersama kekasihnya, pastinya indah-indah belaka. Dua mempelai di atas pelamin, seperti cincin dengan permata. Sama cantik sama padan, bagai pinang di belah dua. Tetapi bukan dengan cara begini. Tidak sama sekali. "Apakah salahku Farah? Relaku mati berputih tulang, tidak kumahu berputih mata!" Itulah ayat-ayat terakhir dari mulut Deraman sebelum Farah berlari meninggalkannya. "Apakah salahku? Farahhhhh!!!!!!!" Terngiang-ngiang di telinga Deraman. Pada malam ini jugalah Deraman perlu mengetahui apakah yang menghantui isi hati Farah. Pada malam ini jugalah Deraman perlu mencari jawapan yang belum pasti. Hujan semakin reda. Begitu juga hati Deraman. Deraman sudah tekad. Dia tekad lalu mengambil telefon bimbitnya untuk mendengar suara manja Farah. Deraman mendail nombor telefon "Sayang" dan menunggu dengan berdebar-debar... "Pantek, takde credit la pulak!" posted by judd. # 3/02/2005 02:45:00 AM geektools  |
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