Been waiting for forever to write this post.
Encik Yusoff, Directors and Cast of Bangsawan 08.
I won’t ever forget to say Diy in Curtain Call again. Ever.
I need to ask Cikgu for nehnehnehneh picture.
On 28 June, I think I was the most anxious, excited annoying neuron EVAA. For that I am so happy I have the best Vice-Pres and Co-Director I could ever ask for. ZOMG look at our matas eyebags fully reloaded! But you know what? All that anxiety stayed with me until the end of Curtain Call of night show. I can’t even begin to tell you how afraid I was that something was gonna turn out wrong.
THE CAST AND CREW DID AN EXCELLENT JOB. To be honest I don’t think much can be done to change or improve what we had. (Okay Azira’s kemenyan could have smoked a little less on the audience, but that’s the kemenyan’s fault for having so much potential energy.)
I cannot put in a word or a sentence how happy I am that bangsawan happened, and how relieved I am it’s over. Hmm I guess that sentence sums it up, but trust me, the BURST of energy and happiness that I got lasted till the next morning. When I woke up I was like, WOW. Bangsawan was a success (in my eyes, if not in your eyes too bad ah a lot of people liked it so there) and I was a part of it.
So people to thank: Cast (Iqah Hanis Fik&Farah [can't not put them together!] Adri Filzah Munirah Ain Rasyidah and AZIRAAA), Crew (TOO MANY TO NAME [some more I embarassed cos don't know all their names ah.] but I have to thank batchmates for coming down full force on the actual day.), Encik Yusoff (for the scripts and the laughter and all you’ve taught), teachers (for never giving up on us and well, EVERYTHING.) and Sheila (for everything you do, and for making Bangsawan 08 unforgettable.)
[If any of the audience stumbles upon this blog, my sincerest, most grateful thanks to all.]
Thanks to Papa Mummy Kakak Nenek Cik Ami Cik Saadah Alan Fidah Kak Zimah and Aqilah for coming down to watch. I don’t say it to everyone, but I love my family a lot. The fact Atuk wasn’t able to come makes me so.. I can’t find the word. Never mind, at least I got to use his 50cents baldi he bought for me when I was young and the diamonds he bought for Mummy, as well as all the love he left behind for me from my family.
(Funny how much you can cry over someone who isn’t there. As compared to something that is there. Like a fucked up grade or even when I watch some sappy love story. I don’t think I could ever forget Atuk; I’ll just make Mummy remind me all over again.)
Not everything fell into place like we wanted, but I am fucking happy anyway. The people involved make me just about the happiest, luckiest and mushiest person that night. I don’t say it much, but I can’t say enough thank yous to everyone.
This is solely dedicated to old photos, so…enjoy ah.
At Pak Long’s house; 7 months old.
I don’t look so much like Papa anymore; 8 months old.
I’ve always eaten more than Kakak so what?; 8 months old.
Kampung Mak Nab; 1 year 9 months.
That’s what happens during Raya: we’d strip cos pakai baju panas; 1 year 10 months.
My second birthday: we didn’t know how to blow candles; 1994
Always was the three of us; 5 years old.
We had ugly haircuts and matching shirts but takpelah; 5 years 2 months.
