nak bercerita asal usul minat fotografi, masih lagi ingat datuk aku dulu juga minat fotografi,tapi kamera dia macam kat bawah ni memang tua kameranya, yg menjahamkan, siapa lagi kalau bukan aku…masa ni aku belum minat, minat aku menjahamkan barang barang datuk, datuk aku memang minat mekaninal, dia pandai bertukang, pandai baiki barang elektrik, selalunya dia baiki sampai elok, kalau tak elok jahanam terus….tapi sifat ingin mengetahui dan mencubanya bagus, sama macam aku…masa kecil suka cari penyakit,

berbalik pada kamera, lepas jahanam kamera datuk, bapak aku pulak pernah ada kamera catridge, aiseh kelaka la kamera ni, siap ada flash terpacak keluar atas body, flash ada 4 sisi, setiap kali abis satu flash kene pusing, boleh pakai 4 kali saja, macam2 hal….

1993, aku masuk utm dgn semangat tahi ayam nak jadik arkitek…hahah, tahun satu budak budak kena amik subjek foto, masa ni lah aku start minat, minat aku berjaya menghabiskan duit tajaan mara, sebanyak rm1400 utk beli nikon 401s, hampeh….tapi berbaloi, aku mula explore kamera, majalah , buku….byk jugak pakai duit, nasib baik aku pandai cari duit,

kalau nak citer bab cari duit, Alhamdulillah segala lubang-lubang duit aku korek, tak masuk kerja haramla, merompak, mengepau, kelepet, kebetulan zaman ni jugak aku terdedah dgn graphics design, multimedia baru mula nak start, so aku byk buat part time, dari jadik geng buat persiapan raya utk shopping mall,graphics designer dgn company kaki sapu, seme aku buat,janji halal…bila dapat duit aku enjoy hahaha, belanja member kat Stulang, turun singapore, tgk wayang, ini kerja -kerja jahiliyah zaman tu…

so bila dah lama pakai nikon 401s, nilah kamera slr pertama aku….lepas pada tu aku berhenti seketika, then masuk MMU , aku dah bosan dgn dunia arkitek…asyik kene buat drawing jek. pastuh kene present….kurang cabaran, aku kene cari sesuatu yg lebih mencabar…last2 aku decide nak masuk MMU, sbb ada course yg cool, film and animation…

old cam

Sudah lama mencari cerita ini,akhirnya berjumpa di torrent, kalau nak bercerita soal cerita majid majidi,malas nak ulas panjang, kalau belum kenal, maka berkenalanlah dgn majid majidi, pengarah yg berjaya membawa soal hidup,soal nilai dlm diri ke dalam wajah penonton…wajah cerita sebegini tiada dalam minda pengarah di Msia, kalau ada sekalipun entah mengapa tidak dilayarkan,walhal kalau mahu dikorek cerita dari tanah Melayu, banyak sangat, dari hujung rambut hingga hujung kaki, tapi sayangnya masih byk cerita-cerita sampah dimomok ke minda masyarakat, ada pengarah berstatus professor pun masih mengeluarkan cerita-cerita lawak seram,cerita yang statusnya lawak tapi menonton sampai habis pun belum gelak….mungkin sesuatu tidak kena dgn minda ini….entah….

the songs of sparrow

When an ostrich-rancher focuses on replacing his daughter’s hearing aid, which breaks right before crucial exams, everything changes for a struggling rural family in Iran. Karim motorbikes into a world alien to him -- incredibly hectic Tehran, where sudden opportunities for independence, thrill and challenge him. But his honor and honesty, plus traditional authority over his inventive clan, are tested, as he stumbles among vast cultural and economic gaps between his village nestled in the desert, and a throbbing international metropolis. Written by David Stevens

Bacheha-Ye aseman (Children of heaven)

Zohre’s shoes are gone; her older brother Ali lost them. They are poor, there are no shoes for Zohre until they come up with an idea: they will share one pair of shoes, Ali’s. School awaits. Will the plan succeed? Written by Eileen Berdon {eberdon@aol.com}

Rang-e khoda (The Color of Paradise)

Mohammad, a boy at Tehran’s institute for the blind, waits for his dad to pick him up for summer vacation. While waiting, he realizes a baby bird has fallen from its nest: he chases away a cat, finds the bird, climbs a tree, and puts it back. His father finally comes and takes him to their village where his sisters and granny await. The lad is a loving student of nature and longs for village life with his family, but his father is ashamed of him, wanting to farm the boy out to clear the way for marriage to a woman who knows nothing of this son. Over granny’s objections, dad apprentices Mohammad far from home to a blind carpenter. Can anything bring father and son together? Written by {jhailey@hotmail.com}

Blind adolescent Mohammad Ramezani attends a boarding school for the blind in Tehran. He is a bright boy with a zest for life. With the school closing down for the summer break, Mohammad returns to his small village where his widowed father, Hashem, his two sisters, Bahareh and Hanieh, and his paternal grandmother live. Mohammad is overjoyed to be at home with his family, its female members who are as equally happy to have Mohammad back for the three month school break. Hashem, on the other hand, feels ill-equipped to deal with Mohammad. Behind Mohammad’s back, Hashem treats Mohammad as an embarrassment to the family and if he is a burden. He has not even told his fiancée about Mohammad’s existence. He does whatever he can to pass on the responsibility of Mohammad to others, such as the blind carpenter in the neighboring town under who he would like Mohammad to apprentice. This action is much to the chagrin of Mohammad’s grandmother, who is not as worried for Mohammad as she is for her own son. She is concerned about the unconditional love which seems to be missing from his heart -- love that Mohammad so craves and deserves. Written by Huggo

apa yg bagus skolah kat sini, cikgu akan sambut dlm barisan sblm masuk class, kalau waktu balik cikgu akan tunggu dan make sure budak2 yg yr 3 kebwh di ambil oleh guardian/parents

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Nazri in Hull, rumah baru, a bungalow. Harga nearly 3 times compared to ours )

Dlm perjlnan ke u.Mcm biasa kebosanan dlm bas,selalunya ada free paper.Hari ni tak de plak.Kalau ada kurang2 boleh isi kebosanan.Cuaca cukup cantik.Matahari menyinar terik membakar pipi.suhu agaknya dlm bwh 7c.Panas mentari dgn suhu dibumi Glasgow ini tiada kene mengena.Sejuk tetap sejuk.

Hari ini spatutnya nak jumpa int.office tanya psl visa,tp aku ingat tanya melalui fon pun dah ckp.Nak jg tanya spvsr berkenaan bajet nak blk Msia.Funding hr tu ada lg,bhgian dia,dia x pakai pon. So sepatutnya balik kali ni pun masih dibwh tajaan.

Dikala kebosanan,belek belek website di Msia.lagi menambahkan kebosanan.bosan dgn cerita politik yg tak habis-habis.yg bebal smakin bebal.Adakala mungkin itu salah satu sbb golongan professional menetap diluar.Aku hanya menjangka.Tapi dr ckp2 dgn rakan yg sudah bermastautin disini belasan thn.sama sj jawapan.better life disini,standard kerja & living tinggi. Ada jg yg balik ke Msia frust sbb thp kerja x sama,kene downgrade.Tu kata org. Ada org persoalkan soal patriotik. Dlm hati berkata,nak cerita soal patriotik,pergi ckp dgn org yg kedarah harta negara hehehe. Antara patriotik & agama, agama dtg dulu.

Mati tidak akan disoal ttg patriotik. Ada org persoalkan ttg kesyukuran. Berterima kasih kpd kerajaan kerna biaya belajar diluar negara. Jadi kita perlu sokong. Dlm hati berkata lagi, sokong bkn sokong membuta tuli. Akal ada guna. Ingat kata seorg ustaz, kalau kita menjadi tunggak kerajaan yg mungkar terus bertakhta maka saham utk kita akan dibawa hingga ke akhirat. Fikir fikirkan.

Soal syukur. Pd hematnya,syukurlah pd yg Esa kerna ketahuilah hak kita sbg warga negara. Sudah mejd tggjwb pemerintah memberi yg terbaik utk rakyatnya. Dlm berjln keserata dunia, aku melihat negara yg corrupt meletakkan rakyat dibwh tapak kaki. Negara yg maju meletakkan rakyat paling atas. So dimana letak kita?