So called Olympic

I would not be caught dead playing sports. Frankly speaking I am that one God’s female creature that has absolutely no affection towards sports except if you categorize shopping as sport of course I would definitely have trophies for that! So here is my problem, I have no interest in any sort of sport but I have to write something about Olympic 2008. For the whole two weeks break we had in August which was the same time the world had its Olympic, the only match I watched – to pass the time while I was waiting for my food to be served at the mamak – was tennis when Roger Federer (did I get his name right?) versus James Blake. I could not even remember who won the game! So there goes my intention on writing about the only game I watched. But hey, it’s Olympic! It is not just about the game, winning or losing. There is always the opening ceremony! Unfortunately for you readers – if I even have one – I missed that part too. Then I passed by this site where I can actually watch some part of the opening ceremony. Note the word some. Hahaha… Now comes the part where I actually write about Olympic, one word; firework. I love the fact that the fireworks were released from all over China – okay maybe not all over, I was just exaggerating – and those fireworks look like they were footsteps to the stadium! Awesome! Then there was part when the firework looks like a comet or something like that. I have to say, I am not a fan of firework, and in fact I find it hard at first to understand why people love fireworks so much. But this Beijing Olympic really fascinate me! I mean, wow! Footsteps, comet and do not get me started on their colorful lights! I love colors! There was also a part where they have drum performance where the beats synchronize with the lights and this other part where one of the drummers forgot his steps. To make a long story short, the opening ceremony was amazing!

The Darjeeling Limited

The Darjeeling Limited

What I love about this movie is the quirky lines and witty yet emotional scenes they have, making this movie hilarious to watch. It is a shame that this is actually my first time watching Wes Anderson’s work because I think this movie has that little something even though it is cliché when it comes to road trip in bonding people.

The Darjeeling Limited revolves around three brothers who have not met each other carrying 11 suitcases of their late father initialed J.L.W; Francis, Peter and Jack on a quest to bond themselves like how they used to be and to find their long-time-no-see mother.

I find it interesting that the brothers actually try to deal with their personal issue throughout the journey – Francis (played by Owen Wilson) who has a cracked face due to his failed attempt of suicide, Peter (played by Adrien Brody) who is having a baby with his wife Alice who he always thought he would divorce, and Jack (played by Jason Schwartzman who also co-written the story) is trying to get over a rough break up.

The story line actually started when the brothers tell secrets to each others only to have said in the end to not to tell the other brothers about it. Peter told Jack not to tell Francis, Jack told Peter not to tell Francis, Peter told Francis not to tell Jack, Jack told Francis not to tell Peter and Francis told Peter and Jack.

The story also includes a spiritual element such as in the part where the train they rode named Darjeeling Limited suddenly stops as it was lost – yes, the train actually got lost – Brandon, Francis’ assistant said “We haven’t located us yet,” due to being lost; Francis said it is a sign for them brothers.

Then there was the part where the tension comes yet I could not stop laughing when Peter threw the belt that Francis gave to him – which he asked to have back earlier – straight to Francis face because he had enough of Francis throughout the journey. Francis and Peter were fighting on the train leaving Jack to cool them down by spraying the pepper spray that he bought at the market earlier. Due to that incident the brothers were kicked out of The Darjeeling Limited.

There was a funny scene here when Jack asked the crying Rita, a stewardess on the train “Did you get sprayed too?” – or anything close to that – only to leave Rita answering, “No, I’m crying.” Another funny scene was be at the airport on their way back to America – I think – Peter had the funniest line or it could be the stupidest line saying, “I love the way this country smells, I’ll never forget it. It’s kind of spicy.” Talk about India being spicy! Hahaha…

The brothers then decided to do the peacock feather ritual after their mother told them to only come visit her in the next season. However, they did the ritual wrongly. It was then they decided to ditch the journey. Along the river they were walking on the next day, they say little boys trying to cross the river only to have the raft they took falling over them. Francis, Peter and Jack tried to save all those three little boys but unfortunately for Peter, he failed to save one of them. The part when the big brother of the dead boy holding his dead brother’s hand on their way back home touches me, I almost cry. Note the word almost okay! The brothers were then invited to the funeral of the little boy. In the three wheeled motorcycle or car or whatever it is that they only have in India, the brothers sat together and there was a flashback about a year before when their father died – this scene explained the part when Peter and Francis said Jack has it all clearly after reading the short story that Jack wrote – which he claimed the story to be fiction.

Last but not least, I love the songs in this movie. I will definitely going to find Anderson’s other movies during this cuti raya!

Now That is Fashion!

The punks flaunt fashion as a statement. The models display fashion according to seasons. To the fashionable fashion is their ‘thing’. Some stick to fashion as a necessity while I regard fashion based on my comfortability –well, not necessarily true when I rather wear 4 inches of electric blue coloured pumps than to have my feet free from the pain. I am not a fashion victim – as I still have my sanity – but I follow fashion according to my mood. Sometimes I do agree with ‘beauty is pain’ but that phrase does not fit every occasion.

My ‘fashion’ is getting to wear jeans, t-shirt and Vans sneakers. I also love getting to wear bright coloured dress with my flats. There would be a day when I look just right and of course there also would be a day when I would look like a freak demanding for a make-over walking down the street. But those combinations have never failed to make me feel like myself.

You see, to me fashion is not about having the hottest dress for the season, or the latest handbag by Gucci or even making a statement like “I listen to punk” but it’s about making you feel good of yourself. Shh… to them if wearing that polka dots shirt makes you feel good. Shh… to them if wearing that yellow dress that burns people eyes makes you feel good. It is not about how you look, it is about how you feel that matters most. If you feel good, then you will look good and it goes the other way round when you feel bad about yourself.

Fashion too is not about having the perfect dress, the perfect tops or even the perfect shoes. Fashion is about how you wear it. Even a perfect yellow dress can go wrong if you pair it with a pair of electric blue pumps, and have lack of confidence wearing it. Get creative people! Make your own fashion rather than just follow what the Greater Force – those amazingly creative people who dare to use their own idea in inventing new fashions – want us to follow. I mean, can you imagine 10 years ahead, you would be looking at your old pictures and start to classify five different eras representing eras of different fashions. That would be funny!

So people, why not we start to change or at least try to change. Stop splurging on that RM 500 dress that you would be stuffing inside your closet the next season just because it is the ‘in’ thing for this month. Stop saying “I would look good in that dress,” and start saying “That dress will look good on me!” Think positive people, and think creative. Fashion is not about looking just good, but it is about feeling good too!

So, I am in College Now

This is my first entry for this blog. As for my introduction, I will just go traditionally with “Hi, I’m Nadia Zali, nice to meet you!” and “I am a student of Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka, KMM.”

There’s not much to say about my orientation week because I fell sick and spent most of the days binge-sleeping in my room. The hardest part about living in KMM is adapting to the environment. I managed to not have lunch for a month just because the café does not serve food like my mom does.

I am not going to write about how hectic the week was when the classes first started. Everyone knows how it is, don't we? But I will write here how my life was in that first week. I woke up at five in the morning – I had to because I was scared of getting late to class as I always have problem on waking up by myself – and arrived 15 minutes before the class had even started. You won’t be seeing any of that anymore nowadays… Hahaha!!!

The funny part about living in KMM is you see so many familiar faces and you say hi and bye and smile and all that but at the same time you wonder, “Who’s that person, I wonder where I met him?” Hahaha!!!

But the new experience, or I rather say, feeling that I have learnt just for staying here is the feeling of joy. The real joy! The joy when the water supply is finally back after being missing for almost a week. The first thing I did was got myself under the shower. I don’t have to tell you why, use your imagination, people!

Ahhhh… there you go a little bit of the little bits for my first entry.