I was thinking.. How should I begin this blog letter? Dear Shagunk? Like how Yasmin Ahmad wrote Toffee to refer to a particular person in her personal journal entree? But Shagunk sounds a bit rempit and your initial is too obvious. So out of all your never-ending nicknames, I shall go with North Star. Like the first playlist I ever made you, For North Star. I wrote this letter last night, and I thought of sending it to you over the weekend. But I don't think I have the guts to. So being the chicken I am, I am writing down the letter here thinking maybe you'll read it, maybe you won't. So here goes nothing; , , , , , , , , Dear North Star, There's so much that I'd like to say to you. So much that I have been keeping to myself. But where do I even begin? Is it even possible to tell them all? They are all scattered around now. From my sorrows to my happiness, even to my confusion. Do you have any idea that even by talking to you could make me happy?...
Arwah Tan Sri P. Ramlee. Never have I given him a deliberate thought. I have watched his movies, listened to his songs, sure, but I never really grasped the meanings behind them. It is most probably because I started watching his movies ever since I was very little, I did not know how to truly appreciate his work. Yesterday, just out of the blue I felt like I wanted to listen to his songs again. And of course, the first song that I looked for on youtube was Di Mana Kan Ku Cari Ganti from my favourite P. ramlee movie, Ibu Mertuaku. I remember watching this movie with my mother and vague memories of her crying her eyeballs out are somehow still existent in my mind. This movie (spoiler alert if you have not watched it) told a story of a saxophonist, Kassim Selamat (P. Ramlee) whose marriage with the only daughter of a wealthy family was objected persistently and assiduously by his mother-in-law. The second...