time: 2:47am
music: bagaikan sakti - siti nurhaliza/ m.nasir
mood: not sleepy.
just returned from LF, (where i spent a whole noon of sleep) with the fantabulicious hamzah-clan; the ma, the pa n' the ika. the-kal had work. sooo.. well. i slept. n... i slept.... oh. and i ate too (my fav. hot plate! yay*) n' i slept more. fitnessed thru a walk to the pool where i watched the-ika submerge in the cooling water i was tempted but too lazy (to change n' then wash up afterwards) for. so that was a day in the life of kin hamzah.
I dont really have anything to say except that, i watched an excellent copy of "puteri gunung ledang" (again) and fell in love with the whole javanese culture all over again. its a beautiful tale - the story of tuah. i realise the movie might not have been as detailed, as im sure historians or the director (maybe) wld want it to be. but the tint of taste the movie provided roused in me a certain relatability which is only fair; coming from a pure javanese (fm both parents) heritage, i grew up listening to accents of the old and wise, the foreign and ethnic. i can never speak indon like my yot, or maybe even ma or pa, and i admit, i have been ignorant the last 20 yrs. i must admit too tt if not for this movie (and kal's relatively recent purchase of the "rasuk" album) i wld have continued ignoring its mere existence. perhaps this is empty talk, but i wish to perhaps learn n' understand the jawa culture; accent my bahasa for fun? but then again, foremothers will prolly say it's grammatically wrong and thus the beauty of the accent is lost immediately.
my faint memory of indon films are those of remy irama, and widyawati and ghost stories of that woman who will turn into a monster if she eats satay. so the indonesian language and culture was always a mystical realm in my life, a beautiful but inaccessible identity.
i guess, my inevitable return back to temasek (chey!), my realisation n' interest of how i came about (being a melayu in our singaporean society/ anak-jawa by heritage) and this movie, "puteri gunung ledang", has come altogether at once to instill in me an interest never before seen as anything more than a status of my "race" on the birthcert. im still reeling w' the delectable pictures on the screen n' the poetry. the poetry; sigh* beautiful! so v.beautiful! dont mind me.. i'm just caught up in the whirl of that enticing (sex-ay!) dance, the polite/ once-strong adat-istiadat, the poetic lingo, the costumes. beautiful! i fell in love with tuah. so righteous! so loyal (albeit, blindly)! (i reckon, i'd have went ga-ga for jebat tho.. being the bad-boy n' all *winks)
"waduh! waduh! ganteng banget dong!"
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so.. i think i need a confidante. or maybe, just a spinning wheel instead so i can weave my words together, excited and delirious, unaware of the prick of a needle and then my deep slumber. There won't be any princes or sleepy guards for my castle frozen in time. I will be content in my forever sleep. he makes me smile. n' i wonder if.. well. i wonder... if.
gdnight luvely-lubbaly-wurvies =)
