Personally, I find these not so subtle ammendments of the malay language not only irritating but offensive too. I just can't point out why though. Here are a few examples of the desecration of BAHASA MELAYU:
Mka cam cine jew???
Nk pegi keja kew skunk?
Sowrie laaaa, I piyed.
huhu, I tak taw yg u sukew...
Why do some people like to replace their R with W? Do they pronounce the words with a W? Is ke really pronounced ki-ew and and suka su-ki-ew?
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just being more intolerant towards younger folks. Maybe I am becoming a condescending fossil that I've always loathed when growing up.
"Cerita lama tu Im, bukan lama 10 tahun lepas tapi dah beratus-ratus tahun dah." I was not amused. Cerita lama.
"Tu ah bagus pasal Islam yek? Kita mana ada benda-benda macam ni." He snorted.
I fixed my gaze from my saliva inducing tosay cheese to his sneering eyes. "Hah?"
"Aku kata dalam Islam mana ada kes-kes pedophile."
"Yang kau dengar memanglah tak ada. Tapi pedophilia ni tak ikut agama. Selagi ada sexual repression, selagi itulah ada pedophilia."
He knew something was up and had an apolegetic look on his face. Maybe it was because I was trying my best to not tell him my personal experience with pedophiles but I'm sure it was because I lost my appetite. Afiq abandoning something laced with cheese? Impossible!
I open my iPod and key in the kedai mamak's wifi password "feelgood" and searched for 'Dancing Boys'. Sure enough, youtube shorlisted the video I intended to find. I showed the video to him.
The case has been classified as sudden death.
Even though we're living in the 21st century, you would be surprise to know that most malays still believe that bomohs are legit healers.
Nampak benda ghaib malam-malam? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Sakit tekak akibat dibuat jiran sebelah yang cemburu sebab kamu beli TV HD? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Sakit perut dan lesu badan? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Anak bodoh dan tak nak belajar? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Muka berjerawat batu? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Demam tak sudah-sudah? Jom jumpa bomoh.
Nak kurus? Jom jumpa bomoh.
When will our people learn that bomohs are practically con men because they tell you things you WANT to hear. For example;
"Tok, saya ni tok, dah seminggu asyik muntah-muntah aje."
"Kamu muntah darah ke darah biasa."
"Muntah biasa tok."
"Tok dengar kamu dah bercerai. Memang ni angkara isteri baru suami cik sebab dia cemburu sebab bekas suami cik masih sayangkan cik. Dia yang pasang barang dekat cik."
All bomohs veil that wretched ways with religion. Bismillah here and there, "Saya mahu kamu bawa 2 kepala ayam, satu hitam satu putih... Al-fatihah!" Maybe this is the reason why people trust bomohs, because they think what they are doing is not only halal but the preferred way of healing in Islam.
Shit of bull.
It is also our fault that there are so many bomohs out there. We demand for their services so much that now they have started to specialise. Gila.
Go see a doctor.
I'll be around coffee shops sipping milk tea and thinking of new horrendous murder techniques.
This short film is inspired by a guest room at my Tok's hose. It was said there is a ghost residing in the room. I've slept in the room for many weeks so I noticed that there were a few phenomenal oddities in the room but none of them caused me any harm. So maybe, just maybe, the ghost is a nice hospitable ghost.
Tok Nab's Guest Room is also a three minute short film about Malaysian hospitality.
It is an experimental film and I had a lot of fun making it with my cousins and brother. Enjoy.
And please give me your comments or criticism so I can improve on my future endeavours.
My brother told me once that he could never understand some of the short films I made. He said it was to artsy to be thoroughly enjoyed. "Artsy?" I rebuked. "Abang pernah tengok filem screening yang seribu kali pelik daripada apa yang Hadi rasa artsy!"
I know he meant well. So what better way to prove that I can make easily understandable stories than to make an action film.
For this film, I tried my very best to not overthink the script and flow. It's a film about a student who tries his best to greet his friend at the train station. The only limits I had to deal with is a 3 minute maximum time and the usual no nudity/obscenity regulation. The theme for this film is Malaysian hospitality.
Comments and criticisms are welcomed : )
When he came up to the stage, the first thing he said was "Saya baru balik dari Perth, Australia.. ada concert disana" He paused for a while. No claps. The audience were mostly Dato', Datins, rich chinese businessmen and sponsors who could afford the expensive seats so traveling to Australia is not much of an achievement for them.
The second act, a diminutive RTM staple singer told everyone that he performed at Las Vegas a few months ago. Like the Elvis Impersonator, he paused for applause. Silly boy-midget.
Then it came to me. I've heard people say things like "I baru balik dari Australia (or any other orang putih countries)" so many times before that I've lost my ability to distinct the expression from the sound of passing cars.
The admission has become a figurative diamond necklace, a status symbol.
It irked me at first but when I really think about it, only 10% Malaysians have gone overseas in their lifetime so the other 90% have the impression that going overseas is a stamp of achievement. Well, some of the 10% bought this way of thinking and reacted by boasting their self-perceived engine-roaring accolade.
I am nearing 23 and we all know what that means. I am about to be sucked in a vortex that will force me to get a stable job, get married, receive and pay loans to support my family's physical and emotional needs, you know, the Malaysian Malay preferred standard of living. Some15-20 years later, the vortex will spit me out like an unfortunate remains of a half-chewed spinach. I will be in my mid forties and life will start anew.
I see a lot of people who survived the vortex finally get to do the things they have always wanted to do like learning music, traveling, doing charity work, decorating, you name it! I know a Haji who wanted to be an architect but he was from a poor family and he had a stable government job so he put his ambition on hold. Now that he is 62 years old and all his kids are going off to universities and colleges, he enrolled himself in UIA to take architecture.
But. But I think the vortex is a choice. I can choose to live my life the way I want to without compromising my responsibilities, can I?