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I've been loving July but little did I expect that Yasmin Ahmad, one of my favourite filmmakers would pass away this very month.
She had collapsed a couple of days earlier from stroke due to a blood clot in her brain. She was placed on life support and her condition was said to be stable. But alas, it was not to be. I learnt about her death via sms at when I reached home at 1.00am today.
I was shocked, dumbfounded even. I really loved her work, not because of the awards she has deservedly garnered for herself over the years but because she was... special. (well, for lack of accurate words, I shall borrow the word from Afdlin Shauki's entry)
Being someone who seldom watches Malay mainstream movies because of the lack of quality, I first fell in love with her work, "Sepet". Since then I took note of her name and tried my best to to support her films when they were released. I was and am still frustrated for not having caught "Mukhsin" cos the DVD I had was faulty. Now, I am more determined than ever to watch it.
Why was she special to me?
I don't know how to describe my feelings. I think it was because she made me feel different emotions all at the same time through her work. I have deep respect for her for going where Malay Muslim filmmakers have never gone before. She was an artist, a poet, who tackled sensitive and profound issues on love, race and religion with such subtlety, beauty and sentimentality that makes me love her. I am jealous of her talents.
But I am prouder of her for everything that she has achieved and done for the Malay film industry. She will be missed. I read news of her progress and was looking forward to her upcoming projects. She was even in the midst of filming a movie in Singapore.
I can never forget the day when I was watching tv and suddenly found myself fixated to a tv commercial that left me moved, impressed and bowled over. So when I found out it was directed by Yasmin Ahmad, it sealed my respect for her.
It wasn't a case where I was looking out for films she directed and loving them; I fell in love with a beautiful masterpiece, only to discover that it was directed by a filmmaker I loved. The impact was phenomenal.
I still cried when I watched this again just now. I suppose it's ironic for her to have directed a commercial themed death.
Inna lillah wa inna 'ilayhi raji'un. May she rest in peace.
Watch the tear-jerker below, if you haven't caught it before.
I still can't understand why people would wanna dye their hair an "ah beng shade of red". As if the hair in its original unkempt state does not attract enough attention.
Oh well. Everyone has a different fashion sense.
Which reminds me...
I'll be selling some of my pre-loved wares at the flea @ homeclub this Sat 25 July 09 from 3.00pm - 9.30pm.
Do swing by to say hi :O)
another new date to add to my July loves... hehe...
I deserve a mean mee goreng pattaya!
The chick party was a blast!
The hotel room was just fab - with pretty interior and a fantastic view of the runway, we had our very own 'heineken moment' (halal one) heh. Should do this more often... anyone?
If only we had helium balloons decorating the room, haha (ok, just me and my whims). But anyway, happy 28, Y.W and good luck! Sigh, gonna miss her when she flies off to Syria.
I sure need my sleep now after an evening swim in the freezing water plus late night. But am still up helping Mum back up her hp before she sends it for repair tomorrow. Oh well, I do owe her one after using her Singtel plan to get myself an iphone, heh.
Wish I weren't working tomorrow. Bummer.
We learnt a new word last night: “mustashfa”.
Instinctively I faced my buddy and placed my right forefinger across my upper lip. She giggled.
“'mustashfa', not 'moustache',” the lecturer said.
...
Lol! Nothing ever escapes his eyes.
Damn!
Don't want to jinx myself but I'm loving July just as I did November.
Dates to remember / look forward to so far:
3 July
5 July
11/12 July (iPhone! hopefully)
18/19 July
25 July
Couldn't stop smiling in the train.
Bought myself a $1 raspberry swirl ice cream with waffle from a happy and cute Chinese ah pek and auntie on my walk home. Good old-fashioned yum!
Even bought packs of tissue paper I didn't need from a poor auntie next to the ice cream couple. I sure won't be asking around for tissue for some time hee...
So someone's out of my life.
Life is beautiful.
It's a wonderful day.
And I hope it's gonna be a wonderful weekend :O)
Taking a break from reading and listening to audiobooks, I finally realised how long it's been since I've plugged into my ipod to listen to music while travelling.
And though I know I desperately need new songs in my library, it felt kinda good listening to some of the old songs again.
They left me tapping my feet and feeling high. I just wanted to dance in the train. Maybe I would have if it were a quirky MTV where everyone else on board were frozen and oblivious to my silly moves. And I would groove and jive without a care in the world through the statuesque crowd.
I have forgotten how much I loved certain songs :O)
