Alright Stop, Collaborate, And Listen!

 

So, we were talking about poetry when I told my daughter Tia this TRUE STORY:

It was in 1990/91 at the IIUM Matriculation Centre in Lembah Pantai (see photo). This was IIUM back in the day. Everything was pretty much segregated and still very, um, conservative.

So one night, our law faculty had a Malam Puisi at the main hall. The project head had earlier called for performers and quite a handful volunteered, including myself and classmate/roommate/bandmate Fino.

On the fateful night, the first guy stepped up, and he went, "Kacaaa Kacaaa Kotaaa..." So puisi. So dramatic.

A few others followed suit. We had sajaks, gurindams and guys who syair-ed the night away. 

Then it was our turn.

Fino and I stepped on to the stage and into the spotlight. I walked up to the microphone and said: "We're going to present something different. But this is ALSO poetry."

Then we proceeded to rap "Ice Ice Baby". 

Jaws literally dropped. 

Of course, we also had to change some of the words. Art is art, but we didn't want to risk suspension or expulsion for the sake of freakin' Vanilla Ice!

We finished the performance and literally ran out of the hall. 

We were then told that the supervising lecturer wanted to see us. But we never took up on the invitation. 😅

THE END

Sunsets!

I was going thru my IG archive and came across this video taken at Cottesloe Beach, Western Australia. So, here's a bunch of other sunset vids/pics in my collection. Masya Allah, they're so beautiful ❤️ 

Cottesloe, Western Australia

Miri, Sarawak

Cambridge, UK

Ipoh, Perak

Bukit Jalil, KL

Pantai Minyak Beku, Batu Pahat

Sekinchan, Selangor

Dubai, UAE

Hyde Park, London

Morib, Selangor

Singapore

Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan

A B*B* Story

The first piece in the 1997 book "Generation" that I'm currently reading is by Amir Muhammad and is titled "A Khinzir's Eye View". It's about how, one day, the word "babi" was thoroughly replaced by the more polite (and "almost glamorous" according to Amir), "khinzir", in our local media. 

This reminded me of something that happened years back when I was hosting Malaysia Hari Ini on TV3.

It was an episode near CNY, and my co-host and I were talking about what animal year it was according to the Chinese calendar, and what it meant for the people who were born in the year of that particular animal. 

Then, my co-host (who shall remain nameless) asked me, "MZul lahir tahun apa?"

I just smiled and said, "Tak perlulah tahu."

But she didn't give up. "Alah, ceritalah. Mzul lahir tahun apa?"

"Takpelah, nanti saya cerita lain kali."

She refused to give up. "Ceritalah, penonton semua nak tahu."

I didn't know what else to say, so I went to: "Ok, kita rehat seketika, jumpa lagi selepas ini."

As we went into the commercial break, I turned to her and said, "Alah you ni, I lahir tahun Babi lah."

The End 🤣🤣

Food, Glorious Food!: Tingkap Cafe, PJ Old Town

Breakfast Muo style in PJ! Alhamdulillah, semua sedap; sate, lontong, ubi, roti jala, kuih, kopi 434. Retro aesthetics, service tip top!  Definitely one of the best breakfast spots in the Klang Valley. 

PS: Tingkap Cafe is owned by Tan Sri Johan Jaafar's son. Was cool to bump into him this morning 😄

Never Forget

This morning we're at The Global Youth & Peace Conference for Palestine at Mahsa University. Heart wrenching performances children of Palestine and rousing speeches by Khaled Beydoun, Nurul Izzah and others.