Java Raaga

Last 18th of July, myself, Amy and Mazia went for a show at Kotaraya, JB. It was organised by the JB Arts Festival (got to know its the 6th festival already). The splendid show that we attended was a performance by a fusion music group known as AkashA. The genre based mainly on the Indian traditional stream weave with Eastern and Western music, classic versus modern tune. The group formed by 7 talented musicians of different ethnicity, religion, race and even nationality, somehow with one vision...to explore the music and bind it into one soul.

Well, for further info, they have their webpage (which I noticed managed by Ruhil Amani) . Here goes... http://www.akashamalaysia.com/

The guys getting ready to perform (short of 2 orang due to an urgent family matters). Still, it was a great show.

I ended up buying the CD...which my fave track would be none other than Java Raaga. Its a music arranged base on javanese tune, adopted to the Indian musical intrument and a bit of Western guitar plucked by Jamie Wilson. In a simple language - Fabulous! (still humming it til today)

Oh ya, while enjoying the show, I realised Dato' Shahrir Samad's presence...and were able to snap 1 photo with him (I hate this pic tho, simply coz I look fat in it)

Us posed before the show starts...

To you people out there...check out the song...it will serenade you to dream world...(in a positive manner)

Later.

Darkness

There's a blackout...
Nothing is visible except the emergency lights,
And the flash from the monitor of course.

My neighbour is playing an old hits 'Nur Nilam Sari'
At the same time, my ear caught some unknown melody...
It soothe me somehow.

Well,
I'm supposed to finish up some tasks for tomorrow, which...
I'm unable to do so...since its dark.

Its already 5pm,
And dear God, I wish I'm home...
But she's not here, likewise she's in the dark as well...

Let there be light...
To shine on us.

50 Glorious Years

Michael Joseph Jackson

(29.08.1958 ~ 25.07.2009)

Another day has gone

I'm still all alone

How could this be

You're not here with me

You never said goodbye

Someone tell me why

Did you have to go

And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

'Lone, 'loneWhy, 'lone

Just the other night

I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come

And hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers

Your burdens I will bear

But first I need your hand

Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'

And girl you know that I'll be there....I'll be there

~~~~~~

Must admit that am not his fan.

Somehow, learning to appreciate him after his death (sorry Thamei)

I guess..."you don't know what you got till it's gone"

Rest In Peace M.J

God Bless...

No Apologies...

Hell no...
Apologise my *ss!
I refuse to give in...so do you.

Be strong and I will always be here for you.
You are on the right track.
If you back off...you cause a greater damage...
Seized the flood gate...
This is not the time to swallow your pride and be humble.
There are things which is intolerable and this is not an exception.

Hey girl, I am positive that I'm not the only one with this opinion.
Trust me on this.

Remembering Uncle Harun.

6.7.08...a simple num to remember (mom said)
That's the day when my Uncle Harun passed away.
In 2 days time, its gonna be a year.
How time flies, we never notice.
Yet he still live in our heart and mind.

It felt as if it was yesterday that my dad woke me up early in the morning with a panic face. Telling me to get ready and to drive them both to check on my uncle whom was still breathing on a life support machine. Well, obviously, his soul had departed from his body at that time.

Life...
No one could foresee nor predict the future.
All we can do is, to live it to the fullest.
As if tomorrow would be the last.

This post is dedicated to him.
A pious man with a kind heart.
Altho no blood relations between my father and him, somehow, they developed a very strong relationship. Sort of kindred spirits.
My Uncle Harun came in the early 80's from Myanmar (then it was called Burma) and met with my dad in a train (from KL to Penang)
My dad, being a friendly and a talkative person (which I inherit this from him) started a conversation with this man who just came to Malaysia.
From an innocent chat, blooms into a 30 years of a friendship.
The 2 families became close until this very day.

Then, it was so fun that all of a sudden I had a new sisters, brothers and a personnel doctor...before I was even borned.
All my medication being monitered by Uncle Harun...with no cost obviously.
He opened the first ever clinic at my area 'Poliklinik Telok Ayer Tawar' (yes, the one next to Robina Corner) where I would lepak, going in and out at my own leisure like no body business from that clinic.
There are times when patients met him, I would be kaypoing in the doctor's room.
Never he scold...not even once in my life.

And I still remember how sad I was when they moved to PJ.
They came that night and I pretend to sleep...
It was so sad, as if I would never see him and his family again...

Fast forward a few years or so, I entered UiTM and met him and his wonderful family once again. But I've grown by then. So, no longer feeling sentimental like before...(funny).I would always visit him at every opportunity and Uncle Harun always explained to me when ever I have doubt, uncertain or vague in Islamic teachings. He makes it so easy and makes me understand better bout Islam and how universal Islam is.

And one thing that is still apparent in my mind, is that, each time myself or bro salam his hand, he would always pat on the head...kuat2 lak tu... hmmm

May Allah bless his soul...
Amin.

Superheroes wannabe?

This is SuperLiza...showing off her magic colouring books.

Then, myself...gazing thru the pages...which I absorb nothing but blank papers...(sebenarnya posing jer lebih tu)
But then again, its okay...coz after all the hassles of Umum Paper, we are now sitting for the Khusus Paper...

So,

Study...

Study...

Study...

and

GO NUTS!

*Photos taken by Mardziatun Nisa and courtesy of Liza Melati, exploited by yours truly!*

Til next posting...later people.