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Long queue for the end of the World

So, the Mayans believe on the 2012 Phenomenon and we all believe what the American media tells us with their gorgeous actors/actresses, amazing Visual effects and fantastic global marketing which we can summarise as HOLLYWOOD.

So yes, long queues were seen everywhere in cinema ticketboxes nationwide when 2012 premieres last Thursday. Heck, the lines were almost disturbingly massive due to a special screening last Wednesday when I was going to watch The Time Traveler’s Wife.

Since we all want to be in the knowing and not be left out, (and because my mom came home telling me that her colleagues were talking about 2012 and now she wants to see it), I took Mama, adik-adik and Muid to watch 2012 at Cineleisure.

Moral of the story:
We all die because
1. We live in Malaysia.
2. We didn’t write “Farewell Atlantis”.
3. We don’t have 1billion EURO.
4. We’re not related to Barack Obama.

But of course, the fact that I know Thandie Newton and Amanda Peet lives to create more crazily gorgeous and smart (note: Thandie Newton) ladies, somehow rather, calms this superficial conscience of mine.

Despite my colleague, dearest Carlitos’s resentment of the whole movie, I think it did fairly good.

But would I ever watch it again? Only the scene where Thandie Newton speaks french.

Would it be my favourite movie this year? No, 500 Days of Summer has taken that spot, thank you very much.

Would I recommend people to go watch it? Yes, so we can bitch about it later.

So that’s my review. And the outing, taking Mama and adik-adik out for the movie, makes me feel good.

Ini bukan cerita mengenai Musim Panas

Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie ‘The Graduate’. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage she’d only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

Tom: what do you think … why didn’t it work out?

Summer: what always happen. life.

It’s confirmed. The best movie this year, hands down, 500 Days of Summer. f course I’m being biased. Because I’m in love with Zooey Deschanel. Yes. Not that I love her, I AM IN LOVE WITH HER. Okay, maybe I’m a late bloomer. I’ve noticed her quirkiness in “Failure to Launch” as SJP’s housemate but only this year (being the out-dated Abby as usual) when I got the right chance to watch “Yes Man”, she caught my eyes, attention and heart. 😛

There’s something magically talented in Zooey Deschanel that allows her to breathe her own self in most of the characters she plays. And since Allison in “Yes Man”, I have been viewing her interviews on YouTube and realise exactly why I am in love with this actress. Not only that she acts and sings, she’s also funny and have grown up around the world, making her not a typical narrowminded person. Having to grew up around so many places myself, I am biased to liking those who are well-traveled or at least, adaptable to different cultures.

500 Days of Summer opens with one of the funniest Author’s Note I’ve ever read on the screen. It’s crude, blunt and upfront funny right from the very first second.

Truly enough,

This is not a love story. This is a story about love.

This movie has put itself (in my eyes) among Juno and 2 Days in Paris. Maybe my limited movie knowledge constrict it to just being related to those two. I adore how Thomas (Joseph Gordon Levitt) is a hopeless romantic and Summer (Zooey Deschanel) is a carefree spirit who will do and believe what she choses to. His eyes sparks when he talks about her. And the little things that she gives in. The holding hands in IKEA, the cute role-playing, how she wants to know more about his dreams.

The movie takes you to reality of believing in love versus not believing in love. I am of course the worst example for both. I make believe love. It’s true, and sometimes, it works to my advantage as a poet. Sometimes, it confuses me to which life I’m living, and who I actually love.

Of course, if you’re a true fan of this movie and/or the actors, you should check out their remake videoclip for She & Him’s “Why Do You Let Me Stay Here” and of course, just because it’s Zooey’s band. 😉

I’m just in love with the movie and more in love with Zooey Deschanel. So, if you are, at any given chance, are a hopeless romantic who enjoys tremendous amount of comedy, do WATCH THIS MOVIE!

Gold Digger bukan direct translation untuk Pisau Cukur

So, it was a long overdue dinner and a supposed movie date, but we used the McD’s Coke Glass as a reason to realise both. Hehehe. Cathy asked if anyone have the pink one since her brother is collecting and I’m willing to swap mine for another colour. Then she said, let’s do dinner and better still, watch a movie. I’m like “Let’s!”. Then she asked if “Pisau Cukur” is okay with me. Well, I rarely watch malay films, I mean, rarely PAY to watch malay films in cinema since I was used to just going for the premiere, but heck yeah, let’s, support the industry, even though I’ll end up criticising as the typical skeptic me.

So, just on the day itself, after we arrived at One Utama, Cathy told me, not only that Maya Tan and Farid Ayam is joining us, but also another 4 other people. Wah, a large group of 8 people to go watch Pisau Cukur. Walawey, like penuh cinema liddat. Good to know that I knew most of the people joining, Fairuz Blur and his friend Dill whom I saw here and there in the art scene. Then the cute twins who joined us, but I have never met them before. 🙂

Queue was crazy due to the premiere of “2012” (as Adi put it, people are lining up for the end of the world), and of course, we manage to get us the 8 tickets.

I vaguely remember a couple of months ago, meeting Bernard Chauly for the first time and he mentioned about this movie. No wonder la it did sound familiar to my ears.

Pisau Cukur is a comedy (me think) about two main characters, Intan (Fazura) and Bella (Maya Karin) who both preys for rich men to marry. It takes place on board a cruise where Bella ends up in pursue of one mysterious rich man and Intan investigating a murder.

I won’t give out much of the storyline since you are welcomed to watch it yourself. I would give it a score of 4/5 for effort, 4/5 for funny and 3/5 for storyline. It did moved on to a different level of the Malay cinema, and I think the art direction is quite good. My favourite shots would be of Faqir and Bella dancing cha cha with the spotlight at the background, the effects are amazing! Of course, the ‘gedik’ness (cheeky) of both main characters is simply nauseating but well, it works. Although I didn’t really like Aaron Aziz because I think he’s over-rated and the silver lining to his singlet spells G-A-Y 😛 Well, I just find it … funny.

Good job for Pisau Cukur. And kids, go watch this slapstick comedy for some feel good in malay film industry.

Time Traveler’s Wife – Review

Having read the book 2 years ago, of course, I’m an instant fan and the book immediately became one of my favourite books, fair to say, it’s sitting next to Rumi collections, Arundhati Roy’s God of Small Things and Paulo Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.

When I heard they’re going to make a movie adaptation of the book, I became cynical. Every single paragraph and chapter is relevant and significant, how can they compress it into 90 minutes or so? Especially when it stars Rachel McAdams, the queen of book-movie adaptations. I thought it would just be cliched throughout time. I for one has find myself commenting Angels and Demons AND Memoirs of a Geisha after watching the movies respectively.

I would suggest those who haven’t watch the movie to read the book first. Because, when you have, the very first scene will make you realise how attached you are to the book, the life journey of the time traveler, his fears, his dreams, his longings, his wants.

Director Robert Schwentke did the book fair, as so the screenplay writer, Bruce Joel Rubin. He started the movie with the right approach, and it was commendable directing. My only regret is the final scene, where there were another option. But hey, like I said, it’s hard to squeeze every detail into a 90-120mins motion feature.

Another regret is the role of the daughter, Alba. I think they did a superb in finding a lookalike siblings to carry the different age-role, but I seem to think that the original character is more lively and cheerful, like, Abigail Breslin. But hey, you can never have a perfect movie right.

I cried all through the movie for different reasons. I even cried before the scene started because I already know which one it was refering to. That’s why you should (or should not) read the book first before watching. Either that, or I’m just a sappy loon.

But of course, the Bangladeshis on my right were like noise pollution. I am not being racist, but it’s either they were not even interested in the movie, and the guy next to me kept on glancing at me when I’m crying, he kept on answering calls – to which , his mobile phone has several different ringtones, ringing about 4 times throughout the movie, and his friend on his right were talking loudly to him. urgh! These people should be refrained from cinemas. Either that, or the premiere tickets at GSC Signature Gardens shouldn’t have been sold out for me to enjoy a more relaxing premium cinema experience.

Anyways, I had a great evening. Left office early (yes, one of those rare days in life where I get to see sunlight before dusk), had dinner alone while doing celebrity crossword puzzle at Chilli’s, watched Time Traveler’s Wife alone in a cinema hall full of people, talked to Vic on my way home (will police charge me if I admit in my blog that I was on the phone while driving?), watched Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency on TV and now, updating my blog.

Life is good. Let’s keep it that way. Go watch the Movie Sappy Folks!!!

Wacky Bar at PJ Life & Arts Centre

I wouldn’t drop names but this is merely promotion. Hehehe. When Angelia told me that she wants to ask me and Muid to join her to watch Ida Mariana in Wacky Bar, of course I gave a confirm YES. First because I adore Ida Mariana, second because I’m her groupie, third because I didn’t get to hangout much with Angelia because of our schedules and this is the perfect time for it. Not to mention that it was a treat, THANK YOU SO MUCH LIA!!! Hehehe.

It was quite a funny day to begin with, because we had the office team photoshoot and I managed to hangout with Adi and meet up a new friend (well, at least it was our first time meeting each other) for a drink. Thanks for the treat (Good lord, I sound like a freeloader don’t I?). I managed to get to PJLA in time, bumped into Sani when I was there, and Nish too, who came with her mom. Thanked God Muid managed to make it there JUST IN TIME they close the door.

Directed by Joanna Bessey, all in all, the Wacky Bar is a great show. It tells the tales of ordinary people with ordinary issues who frequented this Bar owned by Wacky. Maya Tan Abdullah did a great job with her Thai character, Ida was ….. hahaha, believable as always, making us, in between of understanding her situation or getting annoyed with her neurotic behaviour. The best thing about the whole show is the dances to retro mixes in between. Hehehehe. It does make you part of the Wacky Bar. If only it was a private viewing and my seat is at the last row, I would’ve stood up dancing myself. Brilliant way to change settings as well! And the cast did it instead of the crew which I thought was magnificent! The whole cast was excellent, from Patrick Teoh to Junji Delfino, from Na’a Murad to Iedil Putra, from Daphne Iking to Gavin Yap. Of course and all the rest of them.

Unfortunately they have wrapped up for today, but rumour has it, next stop should be Sin Jia Por. So people of the land where the todak crashes, be prepared for Wacky and his team okay!!! I’m not a big follower of plays and theatres in Malaysia but I do get to view some if it fits my schedule. I have not been those Instant Cafe groupies and whatnot, but yes, I’m a groupie by default in life. It was quite funny to say I actually have been watching Ida Mariana in Puteri Gunung Ledang without me realising that one day, we would be friends, taking pictures of our feet together.

Again, thanks to Lia for the treat, the great company of Don and Muid. Great to be bumping into Sani and Nish. And a great hangout afterwards with Ida M. and her friend (Elmira was it?), Nish and Maya Tan who dropped by our table at Oldtown. Also bumped into some familiar faces at Jaya One. Hahaha. KL is getting smaller by the minute!

Bumi yang di Langgar Todak

And so, it was my first trip to Singapore. Yes, the last time I’ve been in that republic was 1989, a transit in Changi airport from Australia heading back to Malaysia. I wasn’t allowed to wander off 5 metres away from my parents so I end up sitting on the luggage trolley most of the time.

Thanks to Yazid for having an exhibition at the Esplanade’s underpass, and Muid for pushing me to accompany him there to visit the exhibition, we ended up flying to Singapore on this long day trip.

The flight from LCCT was at 6.35am and it was one of the great hours in the day because you get to catch the sunrise from above the clouds. We were there from 7.30am until 10.25pm when we board the flight heading back to KL.

The trip all together was great. To summarise, Singapore, is a place to work. The city tried so hard to design itself to be a metropolitan of an international standard, which provides one of the best public transportation system in the world and an organised and systematic urban system. It is racing to be at the same level of New York, Tokyo and London, I guess. I applaud the effort, but I criticise the sense of culture that had to be eliminated in the process. Singapore has only one culture, and it is “SHOPPING”.

I wouldn’t say I’m excluded from that stereotype because another purpose of our visit is to go to UNiQLO, a Japanese Retail brand which has been fast catching up to map itself in the Retail World and the closest outlet to Malaysia is in Singapore. I am of course aware of this brand because I once assessed the Holding company, Fast Retailing (duhh, now that explains the growth of UNiQLO) last year for it’s CSR performance. When we reached the outlet in Orchard Mall, it was crazily packed and I understand why. UNiQLO offers basic clothings of the best quality material at a very affordable prices. Too bad I was rather broke, if not, I would’ve purchased that cool black wool jacket which cost only SGD 69.90. I only bought a blue wool sweater vest (SGD 29.90) and a cool brown belt (SGD 29.90). Those were the only items I could afford.

Of course, I should write about Yazid’s exhibition entitled “Of Music and Mayhem” which will be displayed from 21st August until 4th October 2009. It’s a collection of 20 canvases displayed at the Esplanade underpass with 10 manually done (by charcoal, oil painting and mixed media) and 10 printed canvases. Yazid, a member of our DigitalMalayaProject have been residing in Singapore for 3 years now and told us, it’s the only place to get recognised or to be creatively appreciated compared to the politically based art world of Malaysia. Most of the designers I know, had to step out of the country and promote their talents elsewhere before coming home as an established recognised artists. Most of those who are allowed to establish themselves in this country, must at least KNOW SOMEBODY or have loads of money to PRODUCE and MARKET their talents. The infamous National Art Gallery, despite being ‘national’, has not accommodate to the rising and blooming of local talents due to internal office politics and cronyism. This issue has demotivated some of the great talents in Malaysia, just because their art is perceived as too liberal, or too digitised, or too sekular, to the eyes of the Old-Timers who holds the positions of the High Office. There’s also the case of corruption, where to ask for funding, they will be charged to give back some ‘micellaneous’ fees to the approval officials in order for their application to get through. Sad, isn’t it?

Anyways, walking for the entire day with only 2 hours of sleep the previous night, I was seriously pushing myself to my maximum capacity. To the extend of not finishing the Empal Penyet that Yazid threated us for dinner.

Trying to get a Taxi on a Sunday night was crazy in Singapore. We got one, much to our not so happening luck streak, but the kind uncle stopped for us. He explained why it is hard to get a taxi in Singapore on a Sunday night. Basically, what the taxi drivers do, it to let people pile up at the taxi stand from 9pm till 11pm, refusing to take any passengers within those 2 hours, and then, when there’s a lot of people, then only they start taking passengers in. Its weird really but that’s how the cabbies are there. A friendly guy he is, he shared a lot of experiences of driving a cab with us. Talking about cross cultural differences, one perception made me laughed like hell.

Uncle cabbie: You know what, I really criticise my race (he is Chinese).

Me and Muid: Why Uncle?

Uncle cabbie: You know, during hari raya, the Malays, one family aa, will wear all green. Another family, all yellow. SO proud to celebrate Hari Raya. All wear nice new clothes all same colour. The Chinese aaa, I tell you, new year’s eve dinner, all come in with shorts and tshirts. So terrible. The Malays with their same colour one whole family, so kencang one.

I really laughed on that “kencang” statement. Although both of us are short on Singapore currency at that point, we were counting our coins to pay for the cab fare and was short for about a dollar, until Uncle cabbie was like “No need la to count your syilings like that, just give it all to me” and when I stood out of the door, I saw another dollar on my seat and happily gave it to him. Bless him for sending us just on time to run for check in.

While waiting to get on board, these 2 Malay girls sat on the row of seats facing us and one of them started venting out. Apparently, she brought some packeted home made food and was asked to leave them because they won’t allow her to take the food on board and one of the flight officials threw the tupperware in front of her eyes which angered her to that extend because it was her mom’s cooking. I understand her rage. But she was cursing endlessly and she was cursing the whole nature of the official who threw the food in the bin, who happened to be a butch lesbian. The negative vibe from her endless profanity annoyed both me and Muid and maybe some other passengers who was waiting peeacefully before she came. I pity her really, but … seeing a tudung claded malay girl cursing crazy vulgar words endlessly just pissed me off at some point. She started calling some friends and repeated the whole incident over the phone and cursed some more. It was crazy, the cursing, it was endless.

Too bad I had to leave Singapore that way.

But the cries and laughter of the babies soothed me in the plane. Ah, doesn’t proximity to innocence sort of cleanses your soul.

Good bye Singapore, until I see your kiasu land again!

P/S:- Pictures uploaded on my Flickr – Link at the sidebar.e

An Open Letter To Kosmo!

Sent: Mon, Jul 27, 2009 at 11:51 PM

Kehadapan Editor Kosmo! Yang Dihormati,

Assalamualaikum dan Selamat Sejahtera.

Jikalau awak beragama Islam, saya nasihatkan awak mengambil air sembahyang dan bertafakur atas kesalahan-kesalahan awak. Jika awak bukan beragama Islam, saya nasihatkan awak bertafakur menurut agama yang awak percayai. Jika awak seorang atheist, saya menasihatkan awak supaya bertafakur mengenangkan mangsa mangsa penganiayaan yang tidak bersalah seperti budak-budak kecil yang ibu bapa mati di dalam peperangan dan sebagainya.

Kerana, awak telah membenarkan wartawan awak menerbitkan satu artikel yang mengaibkan seseorang, ketika beliau sedang pergi menemui Tuhan nya.

Apa yang awak buat, zalim, berlandaskan nafsu mahu akhbar awak laris. Keji, mungkin Keji dan Jijik lebih sesuai, ayat yang digunakan untuk perbuatan ini.

Saya kasihani semua warga penerbitan Kosmo! yang secara tidak langsung akan menerima kutukan padah perbuatan seorang editor yang membenarkan artikel ini diterbitkan.

Awak telah menghancurkan hati ibu bapa Yasmin Ahmad, dan awak bertindak seolah olah, awak tidak kisah jika orang lain menghancurkan hati ibu bapa awak sebagaimana awak buat pada keluarga Yasmin Ahmad.

Saya harap, pihak Kosmo! dapat menghantar atau menerbitkan satu surat meminta maaf di atas perbuatan hina, keji dan jijik ini. Sungguh tidak adil sama sekali.


Nurol (“Abby”) Latif

May my silent whisper be heard

She made us


We connect through

Our love

for the moon
for Rumi

Our respect

for Tun Mahathir

She told us

there’s no greater love than the love for God.

She says,


and it makes you smile.

She touched us

in different ways.

She has held our hands and guide us

sometimes without us knowing it.

To her family. I send my condolences.

To her friends. I send my strength.

To her Beloved, I send this prayer,

Thank you for sharing her with us. Thank you for giving us a chance to taste her love. Now we return her to You, full time, for she, who has not bear a child, will tonight and for the rest of time, have children all around the world, who will pray for her, on every other second, and on every other day, celebrate the life and love we have been blessed with her. She has found peace, and she has met the Divine Love, and we, her children, could not be more happier for her.


FilmMakers Anonymous 10

Last Saturday (13th June) I was invited to the Filmmakers Anonymous screening which also marked its 10th edition of FA screening. A virgin to FA, (okay, I lied, I peeped in once, at one of their screenings during the Annexe Arts For Grabs last year), it was quiet amusing to be sitting throughout the nearly 2 hour screening of 7, very interesting and exclusively different short films.

The first shortie screened was ‘Sehingga Klku Menyanyi or Until My KL Sings’ by, a 29minute-documentary shot in 2006.

It makes you want to sing your own KL journey”

Synopsis: Living in Kuala Lumpur, I have been often told by powers that be that there is only one story. I asked the singers-songwriters, and they sang to me about the many different stories, different identities and the different voices that filled this complex and colorful city.

Cosmic Review:
This documentary include the artistes / singers featured during the KL Sing Song such as Pete Teo, Jerome Kugan, Rhapsody, Reza Salleh, Shanon Shah, Pak Pandir and a few more. An interesting take by the director where she includes subtitles of poetries as an introduction, in between the takes and for the ending. A personal touch to knowing what living in KL and what the city means by these musicians, the documentary takes place in different landmarks of the city and discusses not only the journey, but hopes and dreams that these musicians have for the city.

Although the director mentioned that when she started this project, it was because she was new to the city and wanted to get to know more about the city from these individuals’ perspective, there’s an extra sense of urban patriotism transpired from the documentary. The endless search for sense of belonging for ambitious dreamers, who have migrated from their respective kampungs to the city, the endless pursue of restoring sense of belonging to those who have traveled everywhere and comes back to KL which they call home, were portrayed in a very unique style.

The concept of appearing in someone’s thoughts and dreams was a bit confusing for the mass, but I guess having the musicians to appear in backgrounds that allows them to relate to the city comes out well.

As someone who breathes music and enjoy the city life (to some extent), I can relate to the hardship and journey on different levels. I’ll give it 3 out of 5 thumbs up.

Director’s profile: She make films to appease the ghost of desires, run trainings on human rights and filmmaking in exchange for a place to sleep and the raw fish fix. For more of mien (governments advised against)

Second we have ‘For The Love Of Drowning’, a 10min short film by Nazim Esa, shot in 2008 and was selected as the winner of the 2008 BMW Shorties.

“For someone who once encountered a near-drowning experience, it can be tad disturbing. But it does somehow makes you realise how easy life can be if you’re a fish and you will never fear drowning.”

Synopsis: For the Love of Drowning is a short film about the complexity of communication.

Cosmic Review:
The short film is about a couple with some sort of a communication problem and a lady with a very strange fetish for drowning. Her obsession with drowning leads her to even wanting to try to drown herself in a large aquarium in her house.

A little weird take having to see a slick BMW and the owner lives in a single-storey terrace house, but then again, thats just me being judgemental.

Since the synopsis talked about the complexity of communication, it was communicated in a weird complex way to the audience. Aside from the technical problems during the screening, I managed to grasp the entire film and try to understand it. With his vast experience, the director has produced a good film in terms of cinematography, but the underlying message was too deep that it was hardly translated to the audience. I would give this one a 2 out of 5 thumbs up.

Director’s profile: Nazim Esa is a freelance artist, director and editor living and working in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. He studied film and fine art in the UK and works in film, theatre, TV and commercials.So far, has exhibited his work in Malaysia and abroad in film festivals and exhibitions. He was a 3D animator, painter, photographer, offline/online editor and currently a 1st AD for commercials and films. He has directed music videos, short films and documentaries. He has also worked on projects for the Venice Biennale, Istanbul Biennale, Taipei Biennale and Kunsthalle, Vienna Austria.

The third film screened is actually the only animated shortie, but a brilliant one called ‘The Chase’ by Kevin Ng and his team from The One Academy.

“It makes you realise that Malaysia has the creative resources, but it also makes you feel disappointed in the overall nation support to push it to be internationally recognised”

Synopsis : This story takes place in a museum situated in London. One night, a thief sneaks into the museum. As he gleefully steals valuable artifacts, he unknowingly awakens two ancient creatures of the dark, a Chinese Vampire and Dracula. Being denied blood for a very long time, it seems the thief is what they need most. Will the thief got into their hands? Or will he survive his stealing?

Cosmic Review:
This animation tells a story about a thief who sneaked in a museum in London only to have awaken a Chinese Vampire and a Dracula and his little adventure being chased and escaping them (not!).

This funny piece done within 8 months, actually turned out to be the grand winner of 3D Bites; Short Film Competition organized by ACA Pacific. It does look very professionally done, as if coming from an established world renown Animation Production House.

I was actually amazed at the quality of the animation and the overall ability of these students. It restores the faith of Malaysia (actually) Boleh.

Director’s profile: Kevin Ng born on 29th June 1987. He is a graduate student from The One Academy and can be reached via email – or his blog at

The fourth shortfilm is a simple take in life with the longest title among its peers that night, Chi Too’s 3-minute Where Are You On A Night Like Tonight a.k.a. You And Me Put The ‘You’ And ‘Me’ In ‘You And Me’.

“More like a photo time-lapse slideshow rather than a film, but Zee Avi’s song makes you realise the message the director might wanted to communicate, the little things in life, the journey and the company you’re with”

The synopsis is in the title. Shot, written, directed, and edited by chi too on the night of May 22 2009… apologies to Zee Avi

Cosmic Review:
I couldn’t review much, but frankly speaking, it does look like something I would actually do. It the usual nice drive you have with your friends at night, and the things you see along the highway. Simplicity. But maybe a bit too simple. Yet, understandable.

The fifth one is actually a music video by Manesh and friends, with their 2 rappers, Ashraf Rushdy and Alfred Loh about the mamak culture entitled ‘I’m A Freak’.

A much better take on the mamak culture as compared to the cheesy one made by the crew. Informative as well as funny.

Synopsis : A music video about the love for the Malaysian mamak culture, seen from the eyes of Ashraf Rushdy, a non-IC bearing Malaysian.

Cosmic Review :
Ashraf Rushdy, a Canadian MC who got the chance to be in Malaysia and discover the mamak culture from his hosts and friends, and Alfred Loh, a Malaysian who practically spends almost everyday at the mamak decided to tell or more likely, to educate the masses about why mamak culture is actually a culture you want to experience and be part of.

Director’s Profile: The director would like to refrain from submitting a profile as a tribute to the truly collaborative creative process through which this project was born.

The sixth shortfilm is ‘Selling Imagination’ by Crystal Kay and Kubhaer.

Brings marketing to a whole new level, and brilliantly communicate how we often take for granted of the simplicity of life we actually need aside from the materiality that we often search for

Sypnosis: A young woman comes across an art gallery that sells more than just paintings. Follow her journey and her thoughts inside the gallery as she discovers a side she thought she had lost.

Cosmic Review:
Taking place in the heart of KL, its about a typical corporate-ish art appreciator who questions a blank canvas displayed only to be convinced by the owner to buying it. She left the gallery carrying her new blank canvas but proudly thinking that she has purchased of realisation she never cared to acknowledge.

The one particular thing I like about this one is how accentuates the little things, the sounds, the people around us. It reminds me of Arundhati Roy’s ‘God of Small Things’.

Directors profile: Crystal Kay is currently persuing her Advanced Diploma in Boradcasting Communication in TAR College and wishes to indulge herself in the production line in the near future. This is her first directive collaboration with her only other experience is as an Assistant Director in a indie film ‘Emperor’ in 2008. Kubhaer is new to commercial directing, but not to the creative arts. Before production, he was a veteran in professional theatre having acted, written, and directed for the stage. There was also a short stint as an experimental dancer, and giving breathing and vocalization workshops. Weird. A listed breakdown of Kubhaer’s showreel is similar to the person itself: Short, but large on quality.

Last but not least, is Nadiah Hamzah’s ‘Sub Rosa’.

A typical inter-racial love story set in Brooklyn, but the whip appeal of silent respect and adoration towards each other translated successfully in between their little conversations.

Synopsis: Can true love prevail above all others? Ayesha, a Muslim African American struggles to balance her faith and liberal freedom. Kurt – yearning for a sense of belonging gets caught up in the bludgeoning Brooklyn hipster neo-subculture. A unexpected encounter brings the two together. Despite their worlds of differences, they not only find love, but also discover their selves.

Cosmic Review:
This film takes place in Brooklyn, bringing together Ayesha, a Muslim African American and Kurt, a normal Brooklyn hipster who meets at the bus-stop everyday and ends up adoring and falling for each other. It is somewhat a typical inter-racial love, as of the likes of Sepet and others.

The interesting part that captivates you is the silent adoration, not too much of those typical love romances or drama. Of course, Yuna’s ‘Deeper Conversation’ was such a sweet addition during their routine encounters. And it also captures realities of life for a normal Muslim girl in a country that claims they are in war with Muslim terrorists.

Director’s profile: Nadiah Hamzah is based in New York, and is constantly inspired by the many sights and sounds of the city. She enjoys everything and anything by Catherine Breillat, Alejandro González Iñárritu, Takashi Miike, Michel Gondry and Yasmin Ahmad. Nadiah is also an avid cinematographer (DP reel can be seen at but wishes she had more chances and money (or any money at all) to shoot on 35mm film. She is currently writing her first feature screenplay.

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NCSM Relay For Life

A Relay For Life walk and a Personal Pledge
A Relay For Life walk and a Personal Pledge

The NCSM Relay For Life is a Relay for 12 hours from 6pm Saturday May 30th until 6am May 31st.

I decided to help Elvira raise funds and walk with her.

Its a pledge of RM1 for every hour I was there for the Relay For Life. And for my 72-hour of non-smoking from Friday 9pm until Monday 9pm in conjunction with World’s No Tobacco Day on the 31st May 2009.

I succeeded doing both. 72 hours of no smoking AND managed more than 20 laps of 400m track for the 12 hours I was in the stadium.

24 people pledged. I raised RM400. Yes, some of them made extra contributions, its nothing to do with my bad maths.

We walked wearing tshirt that reads “I Can’t Walk Straight”.

We had a few guardian angels walking among us. Which a certain one who was there with such a strong presence. So I wrote this for her:-

You mentioned butterflies and dragonflies.
I see some flying by.
If only I can catch one and keep to myself.
It will only be a lie.
Because nothing should be in confinement.
Except for the memories of those who left us

Bless those souls whose bodies suffered cancer and other fatal diseases. May the prayers of their loved ones keep them in a better place.

For myself, it occurred to me, f I’m not meant to be with someone, it only means I’m meant to be there for a lot of other people who needs my love. And today you’re witnessing my pledge. That I will try my best to be there.

I’ll pledge to more charity events. I pledge to giving more hugs and smiles to strangers. I pledge to sacrifice finding the One for the love of MANY Others.