RM14 for all this title...can u believe it? he he he
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
the turnaround...
after 20 minute...he stops. he stop walking. he turn his head and there's the look again. his face. he's thinking. maybe he try to remember something. maybe.
he look at his watch and start to turn back around...slowly...
he took a small step at first...small step...small step.
he try to navigate whilst trying to figure out something...
he look at his watch again. he stop abruptly. as if he can't believe what he seeing... or maybe he already figure out what was bothering him before.
he turn his head and try to look how far have he walk...he turn his head again and start to run.
faster and faster as he go...
he start to smile...he's running and smiling...
from the look on his face, he's done thinking...about anything...he know where he's heading. running is all he need to do know...and somehow, it become what he want to do now...he's running and he love it...
after a few while... his steps get slower and slower...
slower and slower...until there no use for another step.
he reach his destination. the place where he come from before...
he takes the key out from his pocket and open the trunk. he take the spare oil can, close the trunk, lock it and stood there for a while.
he took out the cigarettes...light it and start to inhale as long as he can.
"is there anything sweeter than this?"
he turn around and start walking again... step by step...
he look at his watch and start to turn back around...slowly...
he took a small step at first...small step...small step.
he try to navigate whilst trying to figure out something...
he look at his watch again. he stop abruptly. as if he can't believe what he seeing... or maybe he already figure out what was bothering him before.
he turn his head and try to look how far have he walk...he turn his head again and start to run.
faster and faster as he go...
he start to smile...he's running and smiling...
from the look on his face, he's done thinking...about anything...he know where he's heading. running is all he need to do know...and somehow, it become what he want to do now...he's running and he love it...
after a few while... his steps get slower and slower...
slower and slower...until there no use for another step.
he reach his destination. the place where he come from before...
he takes the key out from his pocket and open the trunk. he take the spare oil can, close the trunk, lock it and stood there for a while.
he took out the cigarettes...light it and start to inhale as long as he can.
"is there anything sweeter than this?"
he turn around and start walking again... step by step...
Friday, September 4, 2009
dream a little dream...
for a few years now i've been dreaming of a place.
a place of learning, understanding and beauty...
and for a few years now,
i do whatever i need to do...
whatever i have to do...
what i deserved...
to make sure this place that i've been dreaming about...
remains a dream...
i always feel like i don't deserve to go...
i'm destined to be here...
to always be here...
i always feel like i want to be here...
i need to be here...
now, i understand...
i don't need to here...
i'm not wanted here...
i don't deserve to be here...
now the dream keep haunting me...
keep telling me it's where i belong...
where i need to be...
there is where i want to be...
a place of learning, understanding and beauty...
and for a few years now,
i do whatever i need to do...
whatever i have to do...
what i deserved...
to make sure this place that i've been dreaming about...
remains a dream...
i always feel like i don't deserve to go...
i'm destined to be here...
to always be here...
i always feel like i want to be here...
i need to be here...
now, i understand...
i don't need to here...
i'm not wanted here...
i don't deserve to be here...
now the dream keep haunting me...
keep telling me it's where i belong...
where i need to be...
there is where i want to be...
Sunday, August 30, 2009
keropok ikan...
it's 20 past 3. the tv was already on. i spend a few minute channel surfing. tying to see what's on. what can grasp my interest on this dull Sunday evening. nothing interest me. i need to go out.
i take a bath. put on a something clean switch off the tv and i'm out.
i start the engine and pull out in reverse... in the back of my mind, i keep trying to think where i'm heading...
i reach the traffic light beside the kamunting mosque and at that moment i decide to go to ipoh. it has been a while since i last spend my time at the novel hut.
i've been on the road for 15 minute now and i've past pekan simpang and then my phone start to ring.
it's my mum.
me: assalamualaikum mak...
my mum: ha...walaikumsalam...
me: ye mak.
my mum: buka kat rumah hari ni ye. mak masak bihun goreng.
me: ok.
my mum: dgn keropok ikan.
me:keropok ikan...ok.
my mum: ok...assalamualaikum.
me: waalaikum salam.
i can't go to ipoh now. i'll miss buka posa if i go.
it's 5 past 4. it's too early to go home. so i decide to go watch movie.
i turn back and headed back to town. the last time i check, public enemies is still showing. yeah. i'll watch that.
***
the car park is full. it takes me 15 min to find a parking space. it's 4.40 when i reach the cinema. the show start at 4.30. the counter for the movie still open. i buy the ticket and a run all the way to the room 1.
the movie already started and from the bright light on the screen i can see there's about 10 people in the room. i take seat on the last row, silent my phone and start focusing.
the story is about the rise and fall of John Dillinger. his persona, his determinition, his passion to be whoever, whatever he want to be and foremost, a free man. doing whatever he want to elude the reality that he is a wanted man. the most wanted man in america. public enemy no.1.
with a strong storyline and a little off from the real fact (Pretty Boy Floyd kill after Dillinger shot down while exiting Chicago's Biograph Theater) johhny deep, marion cotillard, christian bale manage to bring a mediocre depiction of what really happen.
some says, (film reviews/critics) the romantic projection of his love interest, billie frechette (the lack of chemistry between johhny and marion) has set this film to be just another story of love and lost. revenge and redemption.
i believe that is not what the director and the writer trying to say. dillinger definition of love is whatever on his term. he takes because he believe he can take it. he can have it. he do whatever he think he need to do to have it. he want her and he say it. he act on it. he believe that he need to be in control of everything that he want and need. while she falls under a strong persuasion and the idea of a powerful and strong man who was there to take care of her. there is no strong or typical romantic projection about love that the film try to emphasized. he stay in chicago and try to take her back simply because he can't let people (people who try to brake him) takes somethings that is his.
the film does not register any sparks that need to make it spectacular. maybe because i was hungry or maybe it's the fact that 10 minute before the movie end, the cinema staff interrupt me by asking about my seat. i was seating in the couple seats. (that's is RM11 seats...i only pay for RM10 seat). i tell them to buzz off and stop bothering me and after the movie end, i just walk out from the room (i can hear them calling but i just continue walking...he he)
it's 5 after 7. i need to go home. bihun goreng and keropok ikan is waiting for me.
i take a bath. put on a something clean switch off the tv and i'm out.
i start the engine and pull out in reverse... in the back of my mind, i keep trying to think where i'm heading...
i reach the traffic light beside the kamunting mosque and at that moment i decide to go to ipoh. it has been a while since i last spend my time at the novel hut.
i've been on the road for 15 minute now and i've past pekan simpang and then my phone start to ring.
it's my mum.
me: assalamualaikum mak...
my mum: ha...walaikumsalam...
me: ye mak.
my mum: buka kat rumah hari ni ye. mak masak bihun goreng.
me: ok.
my mum: dgn keropok ikan.
me:keropok ikan...ok.
my mum: ok...assalamualaikum.
me: waalaikum salam.
i can't go to ipoh now. i'll miss buka posa if i go.
it's 5 past 4. it's too early to go home. so i decide to go watch movie.
i turn back and headed back to town. the last time i check, public enemies is still showing. yeah. i'll watch that.
***
the car park is full. it takes me 15 min to find a parking space. it's 4.40 when i reach the cinema. the show start at 4.30. the counter for the movie still open. i buy the ticket and a run all the way to the room 1.
the movie already started and from the bright light on the screen i can see there's about 10 people in the room. i take seat on the last row, silent my phone and start focusing.
***
the story is about the rise and fall of John Dillinger. his persona, his determinition, his passion to be whoever, whatever he want to be and foremost, a free man. doing whatever he want to elude the reality that he is a wanted man. the most wanted man in america. public enemy no.1.
with a strong storyline and a little off from the real fact (Pretty Boy Floyd kill after Dillinger shot down while exiting Chicago's Biograph Theater) johhny deep, marion cotillard, christian bale manage to bring a mediocre depiction of what really happen.
some says, (film reviews/critics) the romantic projection of his love interest, billie frechette (the lack of chemistry between johhny and marion) has set this film to be just another story of love and lost. revenge and redemption.
i believe that is not what the director and the writer trying to say. dillinger definition of love is whatever on his term. he takes because he believe he can take it. he can have it. he do whatever he think he need to do to have it. he want her and he say it. he act on it. he believe that he need to be in control of everything that he want and need. while she falls under a strong persuasion and the idea of a powerful and strong man who was there to take care of her. there is no strong or typical romantic projection about love that the film try to emphasized. he stay in chicago and try to take her back simply because he can't let people (people who try to brake him) takes somethings that is his.
the film does not register any sparks that need to make it spectacular. maybe because i was hungry or maybe it's the fact that 10 minute before the movie end, the cinema staff interrupt me by asking about my seat. i was seating in the couple seats. (that's is RM11 seats...i only pay for RM10 seat). i tell them to buzz off and stop bothering me and after the movie end, i just walk out from the room (i can hear them calling but i just continue walking...he he)
it's 5 after 7. i need to go home. bihun goreng and keropok ikan is waiting for me.
***
Monday, August 10, 2009
de ja vu?
I've walked this street before. it feels like somewhere along the way, i've walk this street, at the same time, on the same moment and movement. it feels like somehow, i've manage to sychronise my movement with my parallel trail and create this sensation. this weird & beautiful sensation as if i was here before, somewhere in time...except without this mindset.
does it matter? trails? does it matter?
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