Sunday, May 31, 2009

Local Act 24 : Malaikat dan Syaitan

Malaikat dan Syaitan....itulah yg aku tonton pada malam Sabtu lepas di Wayang Bandar Langit...dan to be honest..this movie rock!!! Tidak dapat dinafikan karya Dan Brown yg diadaptasikan dri novelnyer memberi impak maksima seperti DaVinci Code sehingga aku terpaku layu di kerusiku memikirkan scene yg sterusnya...Selama 2 jam aku meletakkan diriku menjadi Profesor Langdon, cuba mencari rahsia disebalik gerakan Illuminati yg dikatakan telah berkubur beribu tahun sebelum ini...namun dimata Langdon, simbol-simbol yg disembunyikan oleh Gallileo mengatakan gerakan ini cuba untuk menguasai dunia semula....Apakah kaitan Gallileo dgn gerakan ini?
Adakah beliau seperti Leonardo DaVinci yg mempunyai rahsia disebalik topeng artist yg masyur dgn Monalisa? Adakah Gallileo dan Da vinci saudara kembar?...hahahaha..nak tau g ushar k...
Rating Movie nie : 12/10 (aku bg extra dua sbb mmg best to the bones!!)

Monday, May 25, 2009

Local Act 23: Kotak Hati

Tak usah kau terangkan ku tahu
potret wajahmu di setiap penjuru
curahkan deritamu padaku
biarku rasa apa yang kau lalu

Terang terang
bersama rasa sayang
ku biarkan kau terbang
terang terang
sudut kecil ku isi
untuk senyuman mu lagi

Berbaring renung kita ke bulan
lagu yang ku tulis ku nyanyikan
lagu cinta tentang kita berdua
yang kan kita kenangi hingga tiba masa

Terang terang
bersama rasa sayang
ku biarkan kau terbang
terang terang
sudut kecil ku isi
untuk senyuman mu lagi

Mimpi mimpi
yang tak kembali
aku janji
janji takkan pergi

Tak usah kau terangkan ku tahu
potret wajahmu di setiap penjuru
curahkan deritamu padaku
biarku rasa apa yang kau lalu

Terang terang
bersama rasa sayang
ku biarkan kau terbang
terang terang
sudut kecil ku isi
untuk senyuman mu lagi

Mimpi mimpi
yang tak kembali
aku janji
janji takkan pergi

Friday, May 8, 2009

Local Act 22: Tribute to My Mum




Hari Ibu datang lagi...tapi kali nie aku jauh dari dier..jauh dari satu-satu nyer insan yang dah kebal dari kerenah aku..Insan yang selalu ada dengan aku even aku tak selalu ada dgn dier...insan yang tgk aku membesar depan mata dier dan dier bangga dengan apa yang aku jadi now...dat is my ibu.

Aku jarang spend masa ngan ibu aku during aku membesar...sebab masa aku lebih kepada kawan-kawan..tp ble dh makin besar nie...aku realizes sumthing..eventhough aku takde sape2 pun dlm dunia nie..aku still ada dier. At times, aku rasa dier je sorang yang stand by my side for who I am..dier yang support apa yang aku buat, even dier sendiri tak suka..tapi sebab dier sedar, aku dh besar, kene berdiri atas kaki sendiri...she let me go...let me explore the world, sbb dier percaya aku...dier percaya apa aku buat, ada reason aku tersendiri..

Aku sayang sangat kat ibu aku..tapi aku jarang say that to her..mybe sebab aku ego...aku anak sulung..so as anak sulung..aku tak bleh nk mnja sangat dengan dier..Lagi2, if ad adik aku yg no 2 (baju biru)..Jeles lak dier nanti...

Ramai orang cakap ibu aku macam kakak aku...coz she still look young in her 45..meaning dat dier dapat aku when she was 24 years old...So, selama 21 years aku hidup kat dunia nie...this is the first time aku bgtau in public..how much I LoVe Her...So sempena Hari Ibu nie,,aku thanks her for:

DIDK AKU FOR WHAT I BECOME NOW
TAHAN DENGAN PERANGAI DEGIL AKU
BELIEVE IN APA JE AKU BUAT
ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK NO MATTER WHAT I DO
and the most important things is..
FOR BECOMING THE GREATEST MOTHER TO MOHD AMEERUL FADZLI

There is nothing more a son could asked then to see her mom keep on smiling for him...AMEER SAYANG IBU DIA!!!!...This song is for her...


WARMNESS OF THE SOUL


Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make.
And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.
You're the one, and in you I confide.

And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your love's always been true as can be.

I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, 'cause nothing can compare in this world to you.

(Guitar Solo)

And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your love's always been true as can be.

I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.

(Piano Solo)

I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you



Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Local Act 21: The Bastard Who Cried Wolf!

"There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, "Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!"

The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when they arrived at the top of the hill, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry faces.

"Don't cry 'wolf', shepherd boy," said the villagers, "when there's no wolf!" They went grumbling back down the hill.

Later, the boy sang out again, "Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!" To his naughty delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away.

When the villagers saw no wolf they sternly said, "Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don't cry 'wolf' when there is NO wolf!"

But the boy just grinned and watched them go grumbling down the hill once more.

Later, he saw a REAL wolf prowling about his flock. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, "Wolf! Wolf!"

But the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn't come.

At sunset, everyone wondered why the shepherd boy hadn't returned to the village with their sheep. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him weeping.

"There really was a wolf here! The flock has scattered! I cried out, "Wolf!" Why didn't you come?"

An old man tried to comfort the boy as they walked back to the village.

"We'll help you look for the lost sheep in the morning," he said, putting his arm around the youth, "Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!"


Mesej yang cuba disampaikan dalam cerita nie cukup jelas..." Nobody believes a liar..even when he is telling the truth!'...but cuba kita tgk cerita nie dari perspektif yang berbeza...Budak lelaki nie buat salah kali pertama...dan ble orang kampung datang and sound dier, mereka memberi peluang kepada mamat nie untuk berubah..tidak mengulangi perkara yang sama...namun begitu, kerana mamat nie begitu celaka, dier buat lagi skali...dan akhirnya tak de orang yang percaya kata-kata kosong dier

So, apa yang aku cuba nk sampaikan kat sini adalah isu "giving chance". Ble people assume someone tu dh berubah, diorang letak "trust" diorang skali...coz diorang percaya on giving a second chance...tapi ble sumone mcm mamat sengal dalam crita diatas blew it up..they won't be another chance for him...coz dier dh sia-siakan chance pertama and suka2 hati jahanamkan the second one...ad pulak tu yg dh diberi 10-15 chances...but still..he blew it up...mmg betul orang tua2 cakap.." PELUANG HANYA DATANG SEKALI JE"..and what goes after that dh tak sama dgn the first one...sbb it won't come with trust anymore...aku nk pinjam satu quotation from sapa aku tak igt..tapi it sound more or less like this..


" IF EVERYONE DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE, WHO WILL APPRICIATE THE FIRST ONE ?"



Local Act 20 : 'Till The End




I just want to see you
When youre all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I cant escape
I love you till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You dont want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why dont you just take me
Where Ive never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you till the end

I just want to be there
When were caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
Im lost for words dont tell me
All I can say
I love you till the end

The Pogues..

Friday, May 1, 2009

Local Act 19 : What use is music?

What Use Is Music?

Why on earth should anyone want to learn such things? Geometry is practical–for building pyramids, for instance–but of what use is musical knowledge? Here is one idea. Each child spends endless days in curious ways; we call this play. A child stacks and packs all kinds of blocks and boxes, lines them up, and knocks them down. What is that all about? Clearly, the child is learning about space! But how on earth does one learn about time? Can one time fit inside another? Can two of them go side by side? In music, we find out! It is often said that mathematicians are unusually involved in music, but that musicians are not involved in mathematics. Perhaps both mathematicians and musicians like to make simple things more complicated, but mathematics may be too constrained to satisfy that want entirely, while music can be rigorous or free. The way the mathematics game is played, most variations lie outside the rules, while music can insist on perfect canon or tolerate a casual accompaniment. So mathematicians might need music, but musicians might not need mathematics. A simpler theory is that since music engages us at earlier ages, some mathematicians are those missing mathematical musicians.

Most adults have some childlike fascination for making and arranging larger structures out of smaller ones. One kind of musical understanding involves building large mental structures out of smaller, musical parts. Perhaps the drive to build those mental music structures is the same one that makes us try to understand the world. (Or perhaps that drive is just an accidental mutant variant of it; evolution often copies needless extra stuff, and minds so new as ours must contain a lot of that.)

Sometimes, though, we use music as a trick to misdirect our understanding of the world. When thoughts are painful we have no way to make them stop. We can attempt to turn our minds to other matters, but doing this (some claim) just submerges the bad thoughts. Perhaps the music that some call 'background' music can tranquilize by turning under-thoughts from bad to neutral, leaving the surface thoughts free of affect by diverting the unconscious. The structures we assemble in that detached kind of listening might be wholly solipsistic webs of meaninglike cross-references that nowhere touch "reality." In such a self-constructed world, we would need no truth or falsehood, good or evil, pain or joy. Music, in this unpleasant view, would serve as a fine escape from tiresome thoughts.

( Marvin Minsky, 1981)