Thursday, December 31, 2009

Avatar - Movie Review


The best Sci-Fi movie!

I love every part of it.
Pandora; especially.
The expression, Neytiri specifically.
The technologies.
The music.
The language - that is specially created by a linguistic professor.
What not to like about Avatar? :D

Back at office, I watched the Making of Avatar. I am awed by James Cameron's determination to make Avatar happen. James, you are right to wait (since 1994) for the technology to catch up with you vision of this film.
I am not surprise why I like the facial expression so very much. Special camera was used to capture the facial expressions. That is a WOW; I am all aching to see/hold/learn the camera.

Experiencing Pandora

Pandora was a fascinating place. It's a place that only exists in imagination rather than outer space. The vibrant colors left audience speechless. At first you'll only see green everywhere, thick-mysterious-and-danger forest. But when the night came, you'll see the real Pandora.

The idea was that life in Pandora is like a chain. A balance. A cycle. What's given will have to be given back to nature. Neytiri represent Pandora's spirit very well. I remember stepping into the world of Pandora while Neytiri mourn over the creature she killed to safe Jake and when she said: “this is not something you thanked for, this is sad... They aren’t supposed to die”.

My advice, please open up yourself to Pandora. Don't be an imagination killer by arguing whether Pandora and the Na'vi make sense. Don't argue on the possibilities of having the Avatar project real. Enjoy Pandora. Be Jake - join the Omaticaya clan as empty cup and explore Pandora from their eyes.

Experiencing Love

Pandora itself was a lovable place. You fall in love with Pandora. You want to be there.

From the curiosity of science, Grace and her team explore Pandora. She knows it by heart, she give in her life to Pandora. She dies defending Pandora.

The ways Neytiri interact with Pandora define a true and pure relationship. I am not sure if they hired a body language expert or am I just too sensitive about it; but yes, Neytiri signifies the love the Na'vi has for Pandora. It was like she is a part of Pandora and Pandora is a part of her - as if Pandora could love her back. Another one was when the Hometree destroyed. Cries echoed and you can hear hearts broken.

Jake and Neytiri falling in love with each other are typical and predictable. There's not much to write about it, really. It's like Pocahontas, alien version. But still, their love was beautiful. It's the kind of love you can feel reaching and touching your heart.

If you are at Jake's place, you'll believe that falling in love with the Na'vi (not even Neytiri) is impossible. If you are at Neytiri's place, there's no space at all for a creature like Jake. So what makes a creature named Jake special or a blue-glittering alien beautiful?
I don't know about Jake, but Neytiri is a beautiful character for me. She's as beautiful as Pandora.

Falling in love in Pandora is beautiful.

Dialogue, Language and Culture

James Cameron said: "We're creating an entire world, a complete ecosystem of phantasmagorical plants and creatures, and a native people with a rich culture and language." (Wikipedia)

He did it!
Avatar is a new world, very much complete and real. James wrote great script. Together with Dr. Paul Frommer (linguist and Director of the Center for Management Communication at USC), they developed the Na'vi language and culture. The production team also worked with an ethnomusicologist, Wanda Bryant for the Na'vi's music culture.

There's something about the dialogue spoke by Neytiri that touches my heart... or it's the voice and diction of Zoë Saldaña. Neytiri's dialogue shows her wisdom and her status as the Omaticaya's princess.

Me and Avatar

Avatar is a product of dream and hard work. James Cameron is the big money director and the Gs represent literally through the movie.Go and watch it.


Bye 2009 Hey 2010


2009 was a tough year.
What can I say about 2009? Now that it has come to the end what can I say about it - can't hate it, didn't love it either. Life-changing events has happen the most this year. Those events were events that flexed every cell in me, changing me.

It's a good improvement, though. If I were a house, architecturally I am better. I am a new person; a better person - wiser and stronger - even not the most. I feel... different and weird sometime - like a brand new doll. A sensation, if you ask me.

Oh well. InsyaAllah, years are yet to come for me. So far, Allah's plan goes great for me. I am living and breathing because of Him and that is the reason to keep on fighting in this temporary world.

Happy New Year 2010 all!
May Allah bless each days that already passed and may He bless each coming days :D


Thursday, December 24, 2009



*I'm being extremely emotional about Edward due to Eclipse re-reading*
***WARNING: Post contain Eclipse spoiler***

Attraction was an impossible dilemma, because I was already too attracted to Bella in the worst way. Did I want Bella to be attracted to me, a woman to a man? That was the wrong question. The right question was should I want Bella to be attracted to me that way, and that answer was no. Because I was not a human man, and that wasn't fair to her. With every fiber of my being, I ached to be a normal man, so that I could hold her in my arms without risking her life. So that I could be free to spin my own fantasies that didn't end in with her blood on my hands, her blood glowing in my eyes.” ~ Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

For almost ninety years I've walked among my kind, and yours ... all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren't alive yet.” ~ Twilight

He called you pretty....that's practically an insult, the way you look right now. You're much more than beautiful.” ~ Twilight

Before you my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there where stars - points of light & reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire, there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you where gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black.” ~ New Moon

I’ll be back soon so you won’t have time to miss me.
Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you
.” ~ Eclipse

"I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you. Not if I live a hundred thousand years." ~ Eclipse

"You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours." ~ Eclipse

But if you ever bring her back damaged again — and I don’t care whose fault it is; I don’t care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head — if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?" ~ Eclipse

My heart is just as silent. And it, too, is yours." ~ Eclipse

Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever — every single day of forever. Will you marry me?" ~ Eclipse


Before I know the lovely Mr. Cullen, I only used to King Edward VII, which is my brother's school [Errr... I'm not sure why I have to mention this]. And to tell you the truth, the sound of "Edward" was not capturing, at all.

But yes, Jacob Black and all that don’t understand this feeling; Edward is like a drug and I, I don't mind being a drug addict. It's not about the look or the fortune, I'd rather him to have neither of it - I love him. [Sort of Bella's reply to Jacob in Eclipse].

To guys who are being incredulously jealous over Edward; don't blame us for loving a [mythical] charming creature named Edward Cullen. And DO NOT; do not hate him for being what a girl wants. Blame yourself [or some of your species] for being a testosterone jerk. Now, start working on being a gentleman.

To guys who perceive Edward's gentleman act as old fashion and not cool and sorts; start chewing your fingers. You guys are being absolute moron for thinking that girls are over what you define as "macho" and by suppressing a guy's softer side and by being egoistic to your love. Pack up all that nonsense and move on. And to guys who being gooey-ly gentleman, please, grow up. Do not taint the manner with your overreaction.

If you have trillions of questions on why Edward is the guy, please take my advice and read the novels and watch the movies. Stop living in denial and accept the fact. Denials over truth don’t make you smarter as it didn't make you weaker.

For a love like Edward, I'd be more than happy to be a vampire. Like a girl, being loved appropriately - you guys would be surprise on how it changed everything. We have plenty of jerk on this planet and it would help as it help in global warming, if some of you start to be nicer.


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife - End; Part 2


I am so into The Time Traveler's Wife; even blogging about the reading progress brings so much passion.

This is an extension of previous blog post. Here are the excerpts towards the end of the book that I felt responsible to share. The first one is a part of Henry's letter to Clare and the second one is Clare's final words.
As emotional as I am, these phrases made me cry. Read with heart and enjoy your journey...


A Letter to be Opened in the Event of My Death
pg 574 - 577

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

I hate to think of you waiting. I know that you have been waiting for me all your life, always uncertain of how long this patch of waiting would be. Ten minutes, ten days. A month. What an uncertain husband I have been, Clare, like a sailor, Odysseus alone and buffeted by tall waves, sometime wily and sometimes just a plaything of the Gods. Please, Clare. When I am dead. Stop waiting and be free. Of me - put me deep inside you and then go out in the world and live. Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element. I have given you a life of suspended animation. I don't mean to say that you have done nothing. You have created beauty, and meaning, in your art, and Alba, who is so amazing, and for me: for me you have been everything.

It's dark, now, and I am very tired.
I love you, always. Time is nothing.


CLARE: This morning everything is clean; the storm has left branches strewn around the yard, which I will presently go out and pick up: all the beach's sand has been redistributed and laid down fresh in an even blanket pocked with impressions of rain, and the daylilies bend and glisten in the white seven a.m. light. I sit at the dining room table with a cup of tea, looking at the water, listening, Waiting.

Today is not much different from all the other days. I get up at dawn, put on slacks and a sweater, brush my hair, make toast, and tea, and sit looking at the lake, wondering if he will come today.
It's not much different from the many other times he was gone, and I waited, except that this time I have instructions: this time I know Henry will come, eventually. I sometimes wonder if this readiness, this expectation, prevents the miracle from happening. But I have no choice. He is coming, and I am here.

pg 592; The End



I am a traveler. I am always excited to travel. I am the traveler.
Because I belong to nowhere, I travel from this place to other place(s) where my presence makes sense and where my soul could rest.

But my dear, traveling is tiring. I'm always a loner for each journey and forever a visitor. A traveler dreamed of staying, too.
This heart of mine, an open book, a traveler's journal - are we that hard to read?


Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife - End


[Background song: Broken by Lifehouse]

It's been a while since I finished reading the Time Traveler's Wife and I am still not quite sure on how to write the finality of the book.

"Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you. (...) I love you, always. Time is nothing." ~ Henry's letter to Clare; after his death~

This book has a special personification that detained time in its own hourglass. You are personally here and there, where Henry and Clare were - witnessing their twisted fate. It was a sensation of moving through ticking seconds from inside a transparent capsule.

The book's main theme were "waiting" and "leaving" - two common events that happen in our daily life. Both who waits and leaves share one thing that is "returning". The empty dimension between it is what known as "longing". It was a challenging journey to read over these three things, especially the longing. They were well written and become significant and so real on you. Audrey Niffenegger wrote The Time Traveler's Wife uniquely.

Time was like chains all over Henry’s body - dragging him to the past, slamming him to the future and brings him back to the present. Due to unexplainable genetic impairment, Henry's biological clock reset beyond ordinariness and he was forced to jump through time unwillingly. Clare was the one person who always in all dimension - his past, his present and his future. Clare was the only real thing in Henry's life; his sole soul mate and love.

What it will be like if you have to wait all your life? What it will be like if you hold an hourglass and looking at every single sand that runs through it all the time? That is Clare; she waits for Henry all her life. Her waiting were intense and she has been doing it since she was 6 years old until the age of 82! Time spin around Clare; slower for each waiting and faster for each meeting. She knows everything but yet, there's plenty more surprises.

Clare's forever waiting captured my attention and interest the most; as I, [if I may say] coincidently in my own waiting. My waiting is nothing like Clare's, [but still waiting] thus I adore her for the patience and passion to wait for Henry. Clare is a personal character for me, she's personal; she exists and I see her in my mirror.

Waiting was never easy. It's a spiral of madness and patience that tangled around your rationality. Being rational rarely help and being mad feels like jumping from a very high place into eternal thin air. Patience come and go - sometime you wish it just vanish but when it's about to slip away from you, you hold on tighter. You believe that each time you really want to stop you are making the biggest mistake in your life. And ironically, you feel opposite way, too.

When I begin my reading, I focused more on Clare. In the middle of the book, I came to understand the book from Henry's part. Clare represents options we have in life - Clare chooses to stay and wait. On the other hand, Henry represents what all of us wish for - an escape door. Only for Henry, it's too many of unnecessary doors. He lived without options.

I am not a time traveler, so I don't know how it's like :D But through Audrey Niffenegger's writing I experienced what Henry might have felt. The strongest was confused - I was so confused with the date and time and the age. Henry will ask Clare, or himself, or whoever he met during the travel; I flip the page to check.
The next one would be frustration. All Henry wanted was to stay and to be where Clare is. Clare is the most beautiful thing ever happen in Henry's life and being with Clare calmed Henry. Wouldn't it be the total frustration when you are apart from the sole meaning of your life?

Patience and acceptance are two key values possessed by Henry and Clare. These elements surrounded their passionate love life. You could feel it throughout your reading. It was so deep, in each word spoken and each conversation they had.

I would like to recommend The Time Traveler's Wife for you next reading. It's a love story you never read or heard before. It's full of emotions!

Below song, Broken by Firehouse is the movie's soundtrack. The lyric can help you to understand the book better...


by Lifehouse
Original Soundtrack of The Time Traveler's Wife

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Princess and the Frog - Movie Review


"Fairytales can come true; You gotta make 'em happen, it all depends on you"
~ Excerpt from "Almost There" from Princess and the Frog movie.

Above phrase made Princess and the Frog different from any other fairy tales - it's a dialogue from Tiana's father.

Princess and the Frog promote new value in princesses - fairy tales can come true, but it depends on princesses' effort. In most of fairy tales, princesses were always wishing upon a star, did nothing but waiting (and singing). Suddenly their wish granted by a fairy and the Prince Charming would come and break all spell... and they live happily ever after. The End.

A princess can do more than just wishing, waiting, singing and being pretty. We princesses can be delicate and graceful, we cried our heart out over small matters, but we are not disabled. Princesses have other dream other than her Prince Charming, and princesses can and will work to achieve her dreams. This is 21st century; you can't get anything just by having pretty face! Hey, I don't have any issue with other fairy tales' princesses, but life is fair. Whomever worked hard to achieve their dreams, they deserve the happily ever after ending :D

Tiana - Disney's first African-American princess - was not a princess; in fact there's no princess in this movie. She is just as normal as any other girl, grew up to be a normal woman with her little girl dreams. Again, this is 21st century - there's no real princess; all girls are princesses in the heart of the one who love them. I believe women nowadays are smart enough to understand that. [Psssttt... I wonder who'd want to be a princess; all trapped in a palace, not able to fly high to reach the stars... Like a nightingale in a golden cage]

Don't get me wrong, but it was a relief that the prince is not the Prince Charming with his white horse. Well, I'm bored with the Prince Charming crap already. Move on! Prince Naveen is broke from his lifestyle and obviously being ignored by his parents. He is either to find a job or to marry a rich girl - in this case Charlotte, Tiana's all-rich-and-spoiled best friend. Now, that sounds more realistic. I know it's wrong and not so kind for a princess to have this thought [bla bla bla] but I enjoyed the scene where Prince Naveen admitted that he have no skill at all, even to minced mushrooms. Look guys, it's ok if you are not perfect as long as you could commit and love us perfectly. Each time you're trying to be the person you're not, you turn into jerks. [I have this thought while writing; don't you girl even wonder why Prince Charming always arrive to save the day at the end of the tales? I wonder if the white horse is too tired from running through Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel, etc. Hahaha!]

The Songs...
My favorites are "Almost There", "When We're Human", "Dig A Little Deeper", "Ma Belle Evangeline" and of course Ne-Yo's exclusively written song for the movie "Never Knew I Needed".

Wrap up!I love it, just my cup of hot chocolate. 10/10. I'm watching it for the second time tonight.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009



Monday, 14 December 2009.
Our rented house was burgled.
I lost a Lumix FX33 digital camera - luckily the memory card was with me, my old hand phone - with all the phone numbers, birth dates and precious love messages, and a full froggy bank with estimated MYR150+ in it. Total loss: MYR2500+

It was shocking.
I came home to find Aida alone at the hall, telling me that "our house has been burgled; rooms were thrashed and Naimah lost her laptop". And I knew it, I've lost my camera and the froggy bank... and my back pack - the burglar thrashed everything inside it and used it to carry all the stolen items... and the phone - the last thing I notice. Total house loss: MYR6000+ - Iffa’s digital camera and Naimah’s laptop. What’s lost is lost. We sad and angry, but we were grateful that none of us was taking half day yesterday. I couldn’t imagine anyone of us being in the house the same time with the burglar. He might use a knife to open the doors! Alhamdulillah, Ya ALLAH…

We are redha with the happening. It was fated to happen. [I did ask Abah to find a bomoh - and I don't care even if the bomoh befriend with the other world.. Silly 'Aini :p] Of all days, yesterday was the day the grill door was not locked. There's no point (at all) to blame anybody, though, as it's everyone's responsibility.

The policemen came at 10 pm. They took pictures, draw the house plan, asking questions... even help to nailed back the door. I know it's just for documentation purposes, but I feel better when they show that they care. Maybe 4 of us looked so fragile and weak :D

They left and I was left with my topsy-turvy room. My clothes were all over the place and I have more for laundry. I hate the burglar so much! Can't he just take everything neatly??!

Sleeping was hard last night. When everyone was in their own room, the house felt especially emptier. I felt my room emptier and quieter. Lay on my bed, I said: A stranger was in this room. He walked to every corner, touching every surface; and I saw his traces, his figures. I woke up 3.30 am - shocked from a dream I can't remember and my throat was so sore.

It's scary, knowing the house you are living and the room you are sleeping - no longer a safe place. There's no place to hide since locks didn't work. This house I once called a home; feel so fragile.

"He changes all locks; only to put up more locks - lock on the doors, lock on the windows, lock on locks." ~ Ninja Assassins.

What happened was not good. But things don’t happen for nothing.
Muhasabah. Could be I miss used or offended someone all the belongings, could be the money I’ve been saving belongs to someone else or I’m about to use it for something lagha, could be I need to lose these things so that I could stay humane…
Losing valuable things was never easy, but we lost seconds each ticking clock – losing happen every second, every day. Losing teach us to appreciate.
Bad time gathers good hearts. In time like this, we stand shoulder to shoulder, we stay close heart to heart.

I pray,
May ALLAH gives us all patience, acceptance and strength to get through this…May ALLAH bless the burglar with wealth and health; so that he can stop doing this job.

1) The Lumix FX33 was my first camera. I bought it with my first working saving - cash! The idea was to capture as many moments as I can.
2) The hand phone was an old model of Nokia. It was my first new hand phone - since I've been using a second hand from the beginning. I bought it at Sarawak with my own saving and a small amount from Mak. It's precious for all messages in it - messages that I'd want to remember for all my life :(
3) The froggy bank - Elliot Moore was his name - was bought with Jehan. He was named after a character in The Happening. I was planning to bank in the money and buy something with it.


Monday, December 14, 2009

From Arau with Love...


For friends who follow my Facebook's status on Saturday; 5 December 2009, you'd probably know that I took a train from Arau to Butterworth and stand all the way. It was a 100 years worth of journey and experience!

I was attending my housemate's wedding and eventually I was the lucky bridesmaid :D It was her husband's side's reception and since I bailed on her wedding reception, it's a must-attend event. Due to I had another wedding invitation the next day, I decide to go back to Penang right after the wedding - with the bridesmaid dress. Long story short, there was no bus and I was suggested to ride on a train instead.

The train; Ekpress Langkawi (EL7) was supposed to arrived at 5.30 pm, but delayed until 6.40 pm. The KTM staff notified me that seat not guaranteed for trip to Butterworth and I can find any empty seat throughout the journey. I was not in the mood to be fussy, with additional motivation from Naimah and Kak Chik - I said OK.

I didn't expect that the train would be so full of human being. I know it's a typical mind set - but hey, who rides on train? - even KTM have to do promotions on that. Seat-not-guaranteed’s passengers were all over any possible empty space in the train - with additional of illegal passenger. '

I ended up in front of the Surau together with other people. I stood there, wearing my cream-white baju kurung [not to mention with henna on my 10 fingers]. I would've sat on the floor if my baju kurung was not that white and clean. So I took a deep breath, put up a smile and stood there quitely. I was out from my sandal after 30 minutes of journey.

Due to tiredness, I can't recall when the train reached Butterworth. It was probably past 10 pm. I was about to crumble into pieces when the train finally stopped; I was so grateful to set my foot on the platform -- I can barely feel them...

There were two things in my mind: 1) walking from KTM Butterworth to Ferry Terminal, 2) walking from Bus stop to my rented house. Both were me-walking-alone-at-night trip.

My walk from KTM Butterworth to Ferry Terminal was... SCARY. The walk-way [more to a tunnel, to me] was dimly lit and too isolated; especially after 10 pm. I can assure you, the possibility for kidnapping or harassment while walking there is very high. Even screaming seems useless. My question: Why Penang allowed this deadly walk-way to exist on his land. To make my paranoia worse, a guy who was walking on the opposite way (Ferry Terminal-KTM Butterworth) stopped and asked me whether the walk-way headed to Ferry Terminal and he was following me the next seconds! Luckily I have the ability to walk so fast that the guy finally stops his effort to followed closer. Well, there was a possibility that the guy got lost, but it was after 10 pm and I'm all alone and so isolated from other human being! If I could turn into a vampire, I would :p

I took the last RapidPenang bus to Gelugor at 11.30 pm. Slowly, my muscles started to feel relief. The journey was serene; Penang at night can be fascinating. All the lights sort of welcoming me home and in the same time, calming me. You'd rarely have the chance to enjoy the scenery calmly, without other passengers squeezing you. Most of the time, buses in Penang full of passengers. I reached my rented house exactly at 12 am - Alhamdulillah! - still in one piece.

The next thing, I was sleeping on the couch with my foot in a basin full of warm water! Hahahaha.

It was a tiring journey but I saw interesting event before my eyes; especially the fact that I was standing in front of the Surau. I never know that there is a Surau on a train. I was surprised to see passengers keep on coming in for Solat. On that day, the koch I was riding in was out of water -- no water for ablution. All those Muslims; brothers and sisters have to travel to another koch, swimming through ocean of people and get back to the Surau for Solat.

It was a call to witness how human being can be devoted to what made their flesh and blood - if they choose to obey the reason for their existance; rather than giving excuses and taking religious lightly. Islam is a beautiful religion. Islam adalah agama yang sempurna. Islam tidak pernah membebankan penganutnya.

A worth journey, after all...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Crazy Love


The consciousness of his love makes my heart wants to jump out of my chest and my soul wants to escape from this body of mine; all they want to do is be with him.

Seeing him is all I longed each seconds, but seeing him is the worst moment that makes me greedier and I keep wanting for more seconds... I'm missing him more and more...

This love is hard... and as crazy as I already is, I love it this way.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

New Moon, Finally


Golden Screen Cinema, Queensbay Mall, Penang.
9.50 pm, C19.
A moment of truth...


Oh my... I have so many things to say about New Moon. I'll try to keep it the shortest :D

To Stephanie Meyer for her great writings; to Chris Weitz for sticking to the book, to Melissa Rosenberg for the screenplay, and to the production team of New Moon: Thank you for bringing all my favorite parts into living moments - all are the parts I will read every time. You have done it GREAT.

Oh yes, some people might not agree with me; as some prefer tea over coffee. The world is not perfect and it's okay :p

I know the saga by heart, and I'm not watching New Moon to know the story. I'm watching New Moon to see it in flesh and blood (and abs if I may add), to witness the moments being pictured by different minds and to give credit to the team for their effort in bringing a fiction to real life.

New Moon the movie is just like New Moon the book. Hate the beginning; hate the no-Edward-and-all-Jacob. I've been reading New Moon consistently to get all the depression out of my system, so I could enjoy the work I've been following all this while. And yes, I don't cry - I've cried and depressed the first time I read the book - don't plan to recall that.

There's a lot of improvement in New Moon: better color; better script; better screenplay; better actions; better expressions; better hair and makeup and costumes; better acting from the cast - Kristen have always been great, love her for being sad for New Moon. Rob, he is finally becoming the Edward Cullen - softer, more real, more charming, and forever SWOON! Taylor is the new hot stuff, can't get enough of him. The credit should go to the casting team: they have chosen correct actors/actresses. I was all excited to see the characters and none of them disappoint me.

I understand why there are people who walk out of the cinema all hooked up to Mr. Jacob Black. He was pictured lovely and what-not-to-love in New Moon the movie; and not to mention that Mr. Taylor Lautner himself is sort of beautiful. If I have not read the book and don't have this issue with Jacob Black tried to snatch Bella from Edward, I might just as well fall for him. Luckily, Edward Cullen still hold the heart :D Hahahaha! But yes, I don't hate Jacob in the movie.

I enjoyed every seconds watching New Moon. Most probably I will watch it again, next time with spectacles for better sight :D Below is some critiques and what I like about New Moon.

Until next time.

P/S: Can’t wait for Eclipse!

I wish every line were turn into movie, exactly as the book. But that would be silly and would be a more than 2 hours movie. Even in speech, we tend to go different from what we've wrote. Happen to movies adapted from novels.

The scenes selected were almost perfectly correct. But I must say that I can't get enough moments to capture the emotion. The movie was too fast. 3 crucial parts that from my POV are the core to New Moon: 1) The depth of Bella and Edward's love, 2) The breakup scene, and 3) the cliff diving scene. It would be better if they spent more time to picture Edward and Bella's relationship deeper as introduction and then slam the audience with the breakup scene.

The breakup scene: Audiences are supposed to feel really, really sad about it. I did when I first read the book. It was a heart-stopping moment; a love, life, meaning... end kind of thing. Cliff diving: Like I mentioned in my previous blog post, this scene shows how Bella misses Edward and can't live without him. That is the final act of an abandoned love.

I am pleased to hear more lines from the book spoken in the movie. But I'm not that fond when some were spoken in different scenes. It was kind of distracting since I have the New Moon played from the book with correct dialogues in my mind. Oh well, at least the lines were spoken :D

The music: I love Alexandre’s Desplat, Anya Marina’s Satellite Heart and Muse’s I Belong to You played in the movie. I recognize another one or two and that’s all. Hmm… Not so convincing and breath taking this time. The soundtrack is a little bit too avant-garde for me.

Apart from that, New Moon is a good production.

Mental note:
# Love the birthday morning scene at school, where Edward was approaching Bella. I was like, Oh My God! *swoon* Alexandre Desplat's was the background music.
# Love Alice Cullen's first appearance, swinging herself down the stairs. And of course, when Jasper said: Happy... Never mind :D
# When Edward was repeating over the Romeo & Juliet's... that was really awesome! I'd like to watch that scene over and over again. He sounded so here and real.
# The breakup scene was pictured vividly. If I was not making New Moon immune to my system, I'd probably cried my heart out. But I wonder why they change Edward's line from "Yes" to "No".
# The passing time: I felt the emptiness and the longing and the missing. A standing ovation over the creativity. It's better than my mental model, with Bella walking lifelessly.
# When Bella was approaching the bikers and saw Edward's image for the first time: My heart said: It's him, the one man I misses so very much. Oh ya, like the hole in my heart was filled in.
# Jacob: Bella arrived with the bikes and Jacob was running towards her. The smile on his face is like the sun - he looks really happy, a sincere happiness. I felt sudden warmth emerging from my heart after all the coldness and sullenness of Bella.
# In cinema: It's hilarious!
# Always my favorite of Bella/Kristen Stewart's: The expression of seeing Edward's image (from the birthday morning scene) fading. Timeless.
# Love the wolf pack! The production has chosen the right actors to play the wolves. The actors were exactly the kind of guys who descend from wolf.
# The wolves' transformation: Great job!
# At Emily's: The muffin is exactly as I'd imagine :D But have to agree with other Twi-fans, the scar doesn't look much like wolf's job.
# The cliff diving: WOW! But I wish they have included the scene where Bella gave up and say: Good bye, I love you. They rearrange it into the meadow part with Laurent. The line would have sounded more effective in the cliff diving scene.
# Edward's reaction believing Bella's death: He looked so sad, so much in pain, especially when he was meeting the Volturri for their decision on his death proposal. Good job, Rob! I must say that Rob's acting skill as Edward has improved.
# The Volterra scene: Awesome! The yellow 911 Turbo was astounding, the red cloak was mesmerizing. It was another perfect scene from the book.
# Jane: Dakota Fanning is the Jane!
# The Volterra fighting scene: What can I say more? There' nothing not to like about it. It was fast, it was smooth. Yes, not in the book but a good add up.
# THE PROPOSAL: The best scene. Love Edward's crooked smile. I actually change my name to Isabella Marie Swan and said YES :p

Wednesday, December 2, 2009



I was feeling... disappointed.
"Same old, same old", I said.
Then ALLAH sent a song to me.
A song so soothing; that I can feel the blaze inside me dying with each "Allah knows".

Yes, HE knows.


Allah Knows
Zain Bhikha

When you feel all alone in this world
And there's nobody to count your tears
Just remember, no matter where you are
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you're carrying a monster load
And you wonder how far you can go
With every step on that road that you take
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There's one thing of which there's no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you find that special someone
Feel your whole life has barely begun
You can walk on the moon, shout it to everyone
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you gaze with love in your eyes
Catch a glimpse of paradise
And you see your child take the first breath of life
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There's one thing of which there's no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you lose someone close to your heart
See your whole world fall apart
And you try to go on but it seems so hard
Allah knows
Allah knows

You see we all have a path to choose
Through the valleys and hills we go
With the ups and the downs, never fret never frown
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There's one thing of which there's no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

Every grain of sand,
In every desert land, He knows.
Every shade of palm,
Every closed hand, He knows.
Every sparkling tear,
On every eyelash, He knows.
Every thought I have,
And every word I share, He knows. Allah knows

The Time Traveler's Wife [535]: Feet


"CLARE: Henry is sleeping on the sofa with a book spread open on his chest. Borges's Ficciones. He is shaved and I lean over him and breathe; he smells fresh, his damp gray hair sticking up as always. Alba is chattering with Teddy in her room. For a moment I feel as though I've time traveled, as though this is some stray moment from before, but then I let my eyes travel down Henry's body to the flatness at the end of the blanket, and I know that I am only here and now." pg. 533

Henry lost his feet.
Henry is depressed.
Clare is depressed.

I feel depressed, too.

I understand clearly when Clare said: "For a moment I feel as though I've time traveled, as though this is some stray moment from before, but then I let my eyes travel down Henry's body to the flatness at the end of the blanket, and I know that I am only here and now". She needs an escape door with a big-glowing EXIT sign - unlock. When the one we love suffer, we suffered too. Being there, witnessing without any ability to ease the pain - I'd want to sprang away and run, run and run. But when you finally realized that that is your reality, you stumble through the steps.

Reading through Clare's was always emotional and hard. Clare's was like a deadly-spiral staircase; and I always feel the need to hold on tight to the handrail. Sometime I feel like seconds move slower around Clare, like the sand in her hourglass got clogged somewhere.

Henry and Clare will get through this, I know.
All true love does.


Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife [424]: Babies


*Background music: Broken by Lifehouse*
~ The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight, Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time~

"CLARE: I was completely drunk with the notion of a baby: a baby that looked sort of Henry, black hair and those intense eyes and maybe very pale like me and smelled like milk and talcum powder and skin, a sort of dumpling baby, gurgling and laughing at everyday stuff, a monkey baby, a small cooing sort of baby. I would dream about babies. In my dreams I would climb a tree and find a very small shoes in a nest; I would suddenly discover that the cat/book/sandwich I thought I was holding was really a baby; I would be swimming in the lake and find a colony of babies growing at the bottom. (...) I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always. And I wanted Henry to be in this child, so that when he was gone he wouldn't be entirely gone, there would be a bit of him with me... insurance, in case of fire, flood, act of God." pg. 357-358.

Clare had 6 miscarriages; the 6th was the worse; I felt electrocuted. The baby travel out of Clare!

"CLARE: It's lying on the bed. There's some blood, but not so much. It's lying on its back, trying to breathe, its tiny rib cage quivering, but it's too soon, it's convulsing, and blood is gushing from the cord in time with the beating of its heart." pg. 415

[Stopped at pg. 424]

My reading is a little bit tense lately; as tense as Clare and Henry. They keep losing the babies - Clare's been bleeding and crying, Henry's been blaming himself. They were fighting.

It was very frustrating; but Henry and Clare will have a daughter - Alba DeTamble :) I adjourn my reading there and will be anxious the whole day, hoping to get home ASAP to continue reading it - pg. 425: Alba, An Introduction. Well, as you might as well guess, I have peek through the nicest chapters.. Hahaha.

Babies were created with charm. Those tiny, little fingers, they grab you by the heart and you can't escape forever.

Tulips bloom
Petals by baby's toe
Heart mends and soften