Yasmin Ahmad : A Great Storyteller

Today is a gloomy Saturday.
It rained. Perhaps, it should.

I was pretty fidgety for the past few hours.
Went online, logged in Facebook, checked mails and skipped lunch.
Yes, THAT fidgety, if you wouldnt call it BOREDOM.

Not till I stumbled upon Hunny Madu's (FLY FM Radio Announcer) blog, and realised what I read...

''On a more serious note,
i learned later that night, Yasmin Ahmad passed away @ 11.25pm.
Al-Fatihah to the great story teller of Malaysia.
Here's my tribute quote to her:


"Without realizing, Yasmin Ahmad created the One Malaysia concept since the beginning through her ads and movies. If Malaysia is to be remembered through visual art, Yasmin Ahmad's name deserves to be on top of the list."


WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE AND REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US.
REST IN PEACE.''

Quoted from '' SAYA HUNNY MADU, www. hunnymadu.blogspot.com''

Yes, I was a few days late upon receiving this news for one reason; being so deep in a rural part of a northern state in Malaysia,

yet,

It took me by storm.
Perhaps, it was because of her ads. I always loved her ads. Inspirational, yet amazingly funny.
Perhaps, she has been a role model.
Or, perhaps, it is the fondness of a Malaysian, towards her undying works on unity, faith, and hope.

I felt a gush of emotions that threated to spill droplets of sadness, love and ''rojak'' (mixed) emotions.

It took me awhile to comprehend that its a fact. Just like the late Michael Jackson's passing on that took me by storm.


And I am still deeply sad. Malaysians adore her greatly. Her faith, her works, her dreams to unite fellow Malaysians, striving towards the 1 Malaysia concept. And how many Malaysians would do the same, exactly?
ONE? TWO? Maybe a handfuls?

And, it made me think, that anything might happen. Any second, any minute, any hour.
It made me realise that we should appreciate those around us, and tell them that we love them, today, tomoorow, forever.

Yes, it made me less fidgety. But, the thoughts on life, its expectations, and unexpectations were inexorably scary.

U might now know what ll happen, when, and why. Me neither.
Because, at the end of the day,
WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS.

* Here are some link of the ads by Yasmin Ahmad that will carry on her legacy, check em out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8cGKY9U46Q&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6o1CzrmQP8U&feature=related

SUPER-LICIOUS, LOVELICIOUS BEAUDAFULLEST, SEXYFIERCEST group of PPOU ATU SIME DARBY SCHOLARS 09/10

Dearest farmers,

Throughout my past 17 yrs and 10 mths of living, striving as a human being, nothing beats what and how it feels like to be with you guys, fellow Sime Darby scholars. NOTHING.

13 may seem like a small and BORING figure, yet it PROVED to be OTHERWISE.
True, our close-knit team may lack GLAMOROUS CELEBRITIES, FAMOUS ENTERNTAINERS, WORLD-RENOWNED SINGERS, yet, we had ample GOOD-LOOKING FARMERS, SO-SO SINGERS AND LOVELY JOKES THAT ENDS UP WITH A ''ROFLMAO'', or ''LOL''.

Credits to,
1. The nasty KING of FARMER-FARMER SEKALIAN, the GREEN RANGER, the uh, MOSQUITO of, again, the FARMER-FARMER SEKALIAN,
NAS RADZI...

2. ZULMALA... Jambu Mdm Ong... NIKMALA *ehem ehem* NIK ZULHARIS

3. Someone who spoke the blatant truth of DUTCH LADY AND DIABETES, CHU BENG LEONG ha3... JASON LEONG and his sweet crush...

4. My roomate, who is pretty engaged or involved or BERSUBAHAT with the Dutch lady stuffs. JJJ...........

5. Pak Cu kita yg ''TERSYG'', YUSUF SAFWAN... Budak poyo gilerrr kat klass.. ha3...

6. HOO-HAA aka IZZ** (name censored 2 protect my well-being), NURUL HIDAYAH

7. Quiet yet sweet girl, tp ada gk skandal ngan AZH**I, NOOR AQILAH ha3...

8. Demang owh DEMANG... The RUGBY DUDE, IRWAN FIKRI

9. MIT material, AKMAL, who hasnt probably noticed tht he has the least ''SCANDAL'' in class...

10. TENG CHAN LEONG, who also has the 2nd least scandal. Pheewww...

11. Me... KIMBERLY, etc etc etc... My name aint starts with a V ha3...

12. RAJISWARI, Gopiswari, nw wut else do I ve in mind? RAJ...
ISWARI, the SILENT KILLER aka LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING ha3...

13. ZERA, ZARA, TARA, ARIKA... lalala...

Muchas gracias for being the super-licious, loveliest awesome berrysweet topping on the FARMERS' AMOS chocolate chip cookies.

Not forgetting,

our beloved PAK A$#@# and DR. NASH,
we really hope 2 thank u more bt we just cant. HA3...

CHEERS. xx.

~prefects' nite~ wadda bliss

Too good to be true, perhaps, as the form 5's make their way, counting their steps befor entering the oh-so-glamorous XPLODE DANCE CLUB of Bayview Hotel, Melaka...




Well, welcome to Prefects' nite year 2008--- the best eva that blared loud music over the amplifiers! *GOSH* I t was pretty hot wiht a COOL LIP-SMACKING DJ and REAL GOOD SONGS!!!


It was pretty crazy OKAY... gosh... and these are among some pics to reflect those real sweet moments...



That's Chia Peng and me... well, before we were scheduled to enter the Dace Club with the 'grand entrance...

~high school~

The air was cool and crisp, the faltering shadows of a tall, young, lean lady trotted as she mumbled softly to herself. KRIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!! The ringing bell exploded the subdued silence of the morning. Echos of humans rushing out of the door fileed the air. My eyes darted at each corner of the class, only to find my peers nowhere to be in sight.

Sigh. Welcome to high school life. Something I would miss truly, madly and deeply in less than 5 months time. My crazy friends that love to play silly tricks on teachers, my ever-dedicated teachers who would whine and sigh everytime they had to enter our class that reads 5 SC 1 batch 2008 ( as they need to battle with crazy students that love to debate over small minute matters plus our supposedly 'faltering' ego)... But again, it is way to soon for me and us, to bid goodbye to our school field 'padang' where we always believed that grass is always greener on the other side( which sometimes ain't that accurate)... yet, it is a bitter pill we need to swallow,very soon, way too soon.

Yes,it is a cycle that evolves, something that we can't run away from, not today, tomorrow, or forever. But, think about the candies and lollipops we used to share, vows we used to make.... oh my god, it really was truly lip-smacking, all of them. Then again, POOF! it vanishes into thin air...
as it unfolds a completely new era of life. But still, I reluctantly nodded my head, as my little heart screamed I DON'T WANNA GROW UP!!!

Very soon, it would be time for reunion, where we meet and say, 'Eh, who is this ah, the one sit beside Lekha one... the hair short short one... the one like to 'syok sendiri' take picture... oh, Vivian, ah..... oooohhhhh' . then, we start to ponder at how time flies. Then, there will be the other guy who squeaks' eh, who is this ah? The name start with K... Ka...ka...ka, wat ah???'
'Oh, ya, Karthiyani, right?' hmmph... 'U Diane ah???' 'Wah...' 'Eh, Sarah a... u married to the angh moh( mat salleh) or to the OVy???' and so on... the oohs and ahhs... (which symbolically means how matured or old we may be)...

Images of my friends with whitish grayish hair replayed in my head, as I chuckled cheekily along typing on my keyboard. I might have to grow up, enter university, and get well settled... but, one thing is definitely for sure... sweet memories will turn sweeter if we are drifted furhter apart-and that is what that will bring us closer, by heart.