built to last

super business. it almost felt like my Uni days, when i had to rush from one meeting to another, went to classes back to back and attended discussions and hands practically full of assignments, readings and tests. one difference though. back then, somehow, we still had time to spend with friends!

mosque nearby is up and ready soon. very soon. went to have a look with the board last sunday. with the heavy rain and constructions here and there, the board managed to point out defects and whatnots. my only concern was the classrooms. as soon as i saw the rooms, my head was reeling with which level this class should be, how many students can fit in, where’s to put the whiteboard, shelves, table and chairs. the rooms look big enough but can’t say for now because it was bare. once furnitures’ in, it’s going to be a different story and somehow i’m worried. :/
although, i’m loving the place!! get ready to lost your way in the mosque, there’s so many doors and corridors!

and there’s still loads of things to prepare, my goodness!!! as soon as i stepped into the office, apart from the morning messages 😉 i’ll be turning on the pc, check mails and always, list down things to accomplish within the next 8 hours. and people, bear in mind, we’re not really allowed to surf at other leisure sites like blogs and facebook for instance. yes, we’re cautious on those, but really, i don’t even have the time to surf these sites now. my window tabs will include three different email accounts, dictionary.com, and googlesearch for when i need to research for my teens curriculum’s articles. i used to have headaches reading articles from the screen, but i’m really getting the hang of it by now.

also catching up on reading. i refuse to deny my right to read! haha.

slumdog millionaire is a million bucks richer now. it’s worth a watch. a child growing up in hardship and getting through it with, surprisingly fluent english (of course, it’s just a movie, film- no need to get critical about this, aright). and that every question in ‘who wants to be a millionaire’ has an answer in Jamal’s memories and experience, that’s pretty smart, to me. but i couldn’t understand why Anil the host had to call the cops. jamal and his brother salim were portrayed as muslims, although confused by circumstances and life hardship – i won’t dwell on that now.

mono: castles are built to last, aren’t they? even the rain form a memory and flowers non-wither last longer, although, dried roses will always remain fragrant in my box of heart 😉

the way to start the new year

pretty much sweet rush.

after a whole month preparing a proposal of sorts for a mosque last year, i presented them out in front of the board of committee and thank fully, unthreatening faces and supportive questions gave me more motivation and the knowledge, i Just might have to do this! their agreement for me to move forward and proceed to carry out the operational part was all i need. “and so it begins” 😉 i’m turly glad the presentation’s done with only with one concern: things got to start moving and i have to do them right. please help me Lord.

and apart from that, my name was in the organizational chart in the current mosque i’m working at, which was, WHAT?? (that’s my initial response in my head anyway). although something more impactful was the fact that the GM himself introduced me to the mosque staff last saturday during an ac*tion plan meeting. i didn’t think he would notice i was even there~ this small thing done by a leader surely brings up the motivation i tell you!! :)) good pressure but also nerve wrecking because it means “they’re watching~”

however, all this hype just makes me want to work. haha~

ps: gracie the dugong is adorable, seriously she is. and that a sea angel is a tiny winy swimming snail. amazing.

yes man the movie is worth a laugh and thoughtful outlook on life.
only the third day of the year and it’s a pretty good start!;)
a nice surprise and is maybe a good enough answer for now?

on repeat mode: Songs Collection the CD. i’m totally loving it!!

pps: i know my post is pretty much disorganized and i’m just blabbering really. but dat’s how my mind is at the moment.

quote unquote

good morning. apparently my blog has been scoured by writers and directors and quoted aka copypasted. even if i’m talking about a theatre or a song or a book or a competition like a certain anugerah band, i’m thinking it’s my own views writing in a blog which i did not think will get to the first ten links to come up when you do google. i wrote something yesternight and today i got to find out it’s been quoted. my Lord, i’m only trying to be neutral. and that’s the thing, i trash something out, i got all these anonymous tags, i commented in my silly amateurish way, i got quoted blindly. it was ok initially but now i don’t like it.

but, that’s web 2.0. i know. well, it’s been said and done. all i’m thinking, this meagre theatric performance, has open up my own critical thinking system, and that’s a part of me which are rarely woken. and when this happens, it means, there is something close to my heart which is ‘mutilated in translation’ and quite simply, turned out wrong.

even though i said it was a STEP forward, they shouldn’t think it’s perfect. because eventually, a first step will set a benchmark and if there is something way much better than the first, the benchmark will definitely change. there is no need to be complacent in praises.

people often misunderstand sufism and mysticism. Captain Makh*doum personally, said it right to my face, “the path to sufism is not easy, you need to go through and understand the syariah carefully” the very system of syariah is simply said, difficult. there is no short cut i say.

i hope further plays which want to adapt sufistic elements, should be done with the utmost care and detail, up to the actors chosen and costumes, the lines of course, and take into account the people you are going to attract. for a circle of us, sufi is inseparable from being islamic. you don’t take it for granted. it’s not about laila and majnun, it’s not just about ana alhaqq, because once you misunderstand it, means that, you misunderstood it, that’s it. don’t take it for granted.

scary.

ke-sidang burung-an

si*dang bu*rung was a theatric (i don’t think you can find this term in the dict) performance, an attempt to adapt for Fariduddin Attar’s Conference of the Birds. in malay, directed by sa-ni hus-sin and playwright by is-a kam-ari.

everytime i went to the library, i will come across a version of Attar’s translated Conference of the birds but i have never took the effort to even read it and now i wish i had! because only then would i know where the flaws would be. not that i’m coming to a theatre to rant out comments. but then i would be more critical and not blindly accepting the whole performance….

…because even a person like me, amateur to the arts line, could sense that the actors and actresses of the play might not even understand what they are reciting~ but i’m sure they have done their research. and kesidang burungan, being an originally a sufistic literature, is spiritualistic and mystic, i believe it’s a poem of love to the Lord.
and Attar, being a sufi, must have gone through many stages to obtain even an idea, a slight image of Him. and i’m afraid the actors and actresses don’t really get that. they’re just, well, acting. there’s only one actor whom i think understand the spiritualistic process of Attar’s.

kesidang burungan quite briefly:
a hoopoe bird aka hudhud desires to search for the king of kings known as Simurgh all the way from across the lands, seas and mountains. and he urged other kinds of birds, like the merak, the parrot, merbuk, even a duck and rooster, bat and a rajawali, and many others, i suppose to follow him on this quest. but all these birds had their own reasons but it turned out they all followed him through highs and lows.

now they have reached the gates of a Qaf mountain, believed to be the abode of Simurgh. out of millions who have followed them all the way, many have failed and left only thirty of the birds who have strived on. the gatekeeper of the abode welcomed them. the birds asked to see Simurgh. however, the answer given by the gatekeeper was simurgh refers to themselves. for simurgh means 30 in persian. and they are only searching for themselves.

well you know what? i’m going to look for Attar’s Conference of the Birds and read!

anyway, i hate the costumes worn by the actors/resses. i don’t think the expressions given by them suits the lines. and i almost thought a Hindu song was played! but it turned out to be a Persian song named Simurgh. (that’s only because i ASKED THE DIRECTOR, read: sa-ni hus-sin)

however, i think kesidang burungan is a huge good step in the Malay arts. a performance which wanted to bring meaning. i’m sure the play didn’t start out to be portrayed as Islamic. and people might get confused. but i guess it will somehow open up people’s minds, especially the mainstream people, the play is not too difficult to understand if you do away with the details and the original work of Attar. the physical movement, the little humours, the brief songs and musics, it will be stamped to the mainstream’s minds, and tell them: Look! there is this sufistic islamic artwork known as the Conference of the birds, full of meaning and wise teachings, which you can apply to your life, read it and realise it. your love is for God.

well, i can say, i enjoyed ke-sidang burung-an and it has opened up my mind and create a critical channel in my thinking system. we definitely should have more of this genre in the arts scene.

longing

i came into ramadhan with a prayer. and i’m left with 4 more days. will my prayer be answered within this short period?

and i do not think that my prayer will be answered. just not yet. but i’ll keep on praying.

Forgive me Lord.

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One tree hill is back with season 6 and i’m loving it!!
the first episode of season 6 is such a comfort after the turmoil and frustration that i, yes I faced, last season. just how much can you get affected with dramas~
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my high king


i love Narnia Prince Caspian to bits!! and am having a crush on High King Peter…while it lasts. *sigh* i do feel the movie is lacking more actions/adventures, wishing for more!! I was thinking Caspian would have a more stronger role in there somewhere. and i was expecting a glimpse of the Kings and Queens of Narnia have a flash memory of their lives in Narnia…i mean they do grow old right in Narnia? i want to know why they left Narnia in the first place….. forgot that it’s actually shown in the first movie, they became kings and queens, they were adults and they went back to the spot where there’s this signature lamppost a ‘landmark’ to the wardrobe…

don’t tell me i have to read the book~~ there’s other books to be read laa… yey! i don’t have to read the book~

my ‘thirst’ for some fantasy magical movie is quenched. i want to watch Narnia again!!

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Cakap Pasal Remaja @ Darul Ghufran is kind of cool…
Lord, i feel old sitting among teenagers haha!!
more at http://www.youngmuslimsg.blogspot.com/ or
http://www.cakappasalremaja.blogspot.com/

and there’s a mini Alunan Kasih on the 6th June…now i really hope i can make to that, been missing it seh…this time, i hope i can come down to see the performers!!

i was in luck when i get to watch one of my fave songs at CPR last sat!!

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Alamak singapore ni KECIK SANGAT ah!!!! pusingpusingpusing kat situ jugak! pusingpusingpusing rupa-rupanya kawan punya kawan, kawan punya sedare, kawan punya kawan punya boyfriend, kawan punya sedare punya girlfriend

can we forget our history without always knowing something is always going to pull us back from the future? cant they all just vanish?

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June is hectic…ok, Seri FOCUS now FOCUS

AAC- the new LOVE battery

ayat-ayat cinta is such a endearing movie, that despite coming in to the theatre 30 minutes LATE, no prior knowledge whatsoever of the whole plan, but it managed to capture my heart and mind….and some unexpected tears. hahaha

such an impact that we totally DO NOT REGRET it. simply love it.

syaspec, suli and za…THANK YOU!!! dengan lambatnyer, dengan duduk separate jauh giler antara dua penghujung, dengan duduk depannya, dengan nangis2, dengan aper-aper lagi lah…u girls made the night much more memorable.

one last note: if you ARE Fahri, please contact me….