Masyitah.....

"Bu....kalau ayah balik pukul 8.30, kita boleh makan kat luaq"

" Ayah balik lambat."


"Ayah bukan perbaik keta. Ayah pi makan dengan kawan ayah..."

"Ibu masak lagi sedapkan?"


"Haa....." and she kissed me on my cheek.

Another hmm....

I wanted to say more,
I wanted to write more...
but some things are just best kept
silence....

(and listen to the drops of the rain...)

Hmm...

There are lot of things going through my mind right now...Umrah, Adik, finance Hubby, children, students etc..etc..I need a break! Ive no preparation at all for Umrah. My bag's not packed. My clothes, my telekung...Don't know how its going to be when I'm there. but tomorow, I planned to go to A.s to look for some things that might be needed during Umrah. With limited cash in my hand, I'll just grab whatever I can afford to have. I have taken all my savings for this event.
My former pdt students will be graduated from KMK soon and this Monday will be the last time I'll be seeing them. They will always be remembered as my first batch of PDT where I learn to crack jokes with them in class. They were my savior when Im down and weary. I cherish every moment I have with them and hope they will succeeed in life. I intend to pray in front of Kaabah for their success.

That's all folks...

Adik-adikku....

As far as I can remember, I've lots of 'adiks' since schooling especially when I was a senior at STF, JB but none was my 'adik angkat' (pet sisters/brothers). I don't have a 'kakak angkat' neither. Kak Dina, a senior of mine took me as her pet sister when I arrived STF but I 'broke off' with her the next week because I don't like to be bothered by these 'unneccessary' matters. I was the only one in STF at that time without any pet sisters.. (I believe...).
Then, when I was briefly in Form Lower 6, my friends persuaded me to have one just for fun. So, I sent my friend, Afidah to see Rozlin Abdul Ghaffar and asked her whether she wanted to be my pet sis. And she said yes...and that was the beginning of a very short and bizzare life of mine in STF. But, yes, it was fun because Sellin (rozlin) was a very happy go lucky person. We would be laughing all the way whenever we met. She was also a school hockey player, a goal keeper. I remembered watching her playing in one of the tournaments and when STF was announced as the winner, she came running to me who was standing outside the line and shouted, "K.Yong, Lin menang!" Nobody had done this to me before. The feeling was overwhelmed.
That was 1984, I left school that year and went to SMS muar for the TOEFL course and headed to the US in 1985. We got in touch with each other in 1989 when she passed by Philadelphia on her US tour that year. She got married in the US and sent me her wedding picture. Then we lost contact with each other again...It's been on and off for a few years after that. However, last year, I got her new phone no from a friend. Wow! She still recognized my voice and how excited she was to be able to talk to me again.. She's in Kuantan now, an English teacher in a secondary school with four kids and the same husband to manage. I miss those short but happy times I had with u, Sellin. Hope we could meet again.
I'll tell u about my other adiks in my next column. Jun, Siti Rahmah, Krashen, Halimah, Midi, those adiks in the Philadelphia, Cholchester, Melbourne and KMK. Till then, enjoy thy weekends!

Adikku...

It's already midnite. It's the next day - 9 April 2008 (Thursday) and just received a long overdue sms reply from him. He had just finished his badminton game, i guess and went to Nasmeer to buy his reload xpax ticket (That's what he told me). Anyway, I'll tell you all more about this charming young guy who has been making my life even more colourful and merrier each day, later. Now , is bedtime. My hubby has already gone deep into his dreams.

Nite2

The white silk dress

I didnt go to work today. Wanted to go and see the dentist but i got a terrible headache that i just lay on my bed and waited until 11 am before I got up and took my bath. Then, I went to see the doctor to get some treatment and an MC.

Went back home to have my brunch while watching the tv. And, this was when i came across this award winning vietnamese movie entitled the White Silk Dress. It's on ASTRO BOX OFFICE this April only. I got so absorbed with the movie that I broke into tears a few times watching some of the scenes. It's so touching and endearing...The scene that really shook my emotions was when the mother(main actress) had to let a very (senile) old man sucking her breast for milk through a hole. She was in pain, ashamed and embaressed but she had no choice since she had to do it in order for her to get some money to buy some white cloths for her daughters. I felt so small compared to what she had sacrifice to her family - her pride.

Below is one of the reviews about the movie posted on the internet :

I'm grateful for movies like The White Silk Dress because they offer insight into a country and culture that I don't otherwise have much contact with. This film, Vietnam's submission for the foreign-language category at the Oscars, wades through some 20 years of the country's turbulent political and social history, as seen through the eyes of a peasant family. The story is epic-length, if not quite epic in scope; it's also sometimes beautiful in its depiction of its sad, noble characters.

We begin in 1954, where two servants with cruel masters fall in love. The woman is Dan (Truong Ngoc Anh); her beloved is Gu (Khanh Quoc Nguyen), a kind, slightly hunchbacked man. With no money to give her a real wedding gift, Gu presents Dan with the white dress he was wrapped in when he was abandoned on someone's doorstep as a baby. They escape to the southern part of the country and start their life together.

We skip ahead into the mid-1960s, with Gu and Dan now the parents of four girls. The family is incredibly poor, and Dan has had to sacrifice the dress to make ends meet. Here Western viewers like myself start to learn the significance of the white silk dress (or áo dai) in Vietnamese culture. Dan's daughters must wear such a dress to attend school, and Dan goes to extraordinary, humiliating lengths to earn the money necessary to obtain one -- just one, which the two school-age daughters must take turns wearing.

The film is a little listless during this middle passage, but things pick up when, to earn enough money to pay for the dress, Dan takes a job as a wet nurse at a mansion. But it isn't a baby that needs her milk; it's a frail old man, who suckles through an ornately designed hole in the wall. The audience is traumatized (trust me, you will not soon forget these images), and Dan is violated, abased, and ashamed.

Though all around them there is political upheaval, Dan and Gu and their fellow peasants stay out of it. "When your stomach is empty you pay very little attention to politics," someone says. But eventually the environment becomes impossible to ignore, and writer/director Luu Huynh begins to shape his theme. We see bombings of villages and other violent acts perpetrated by outsiders, and the metaphorical violation of Vietnam starts to parallel the literal degradations suffered by Dan.

I want to mention the outstanding performance by Truong Ngoc Anh as Dan. Her stoicism puts a face on an entire generation of Vietnamese women whose love for their families led them through an extraordinarily difficult time of war and deprivation. Dan is accused of being a Viet Cong simply for having one of their fliers -- which the illiterate woman cannot read anyway -- in her possession. Gu is enraged to learn about his wife's part-time job of breast-feeding a decrepit hermit, and he unleashes his anger against her. Yet through it all Dan is devoted to her daughters, and Truong Ngoc Anh practically radiates parental love.

The cinematography by Hoan Trinh also contributes to the film's impact. Vietnam, a country rich with natural beauty, is depicted here in desaturated, rain-soaked images -- beautiful, still, but in a different way. Now there is a certain melancholy to it.

Despite the fine performances and excellent craftsmanship, I don't think the film is completely effective. It feels longer than it is (and at 142 minutes, it actually is pretty long), and there are segments that don't seem to go anywhere (though this could be due to a cultural gap). There is also an odd gradual shift in focus from Dan to her two oldest daughters that strikes me more as sloppy than intentional.

Still, it's an evocative story that addresses the tumult of a country known to most Americans only tangentially. We can look at it as a glimpse into the real lives behind the famous images that came out of the Vietnam War, a reminder of the love and humanity that exist even in dire circumstances.


And is Malaysia going produce something beautiful like this? I wonder....

REQUEST

There is nothing more that I need at this moment than a little kindness from everyone.

Thank you.