PROJEK POP+PULAU (this year is brought to you by the letter P and the number 0)

Hi sayang,

Tahun ini seperti yg u boleh lihat, I masih di tahap zero. Tapi zero2 pun, still I berjaya buat dua drama bermula ngan huruf P (you boleh?).

Firstly kita ada PROJEK POP, terbitan Phuturephlow Films (yg bakal menemui you di 8TV, I tak sure bila TX date, but it's gonna be awesome, bimbo:)

Apa? U tak kenal Phuturephlow? Yg buat muzik video Butterfingers tu? Yg menang AIM 2 tahun berturut2 utk best music video? You memang BIMBO. Fuck you.

Satu lagi projek yang I berjaya sibukkan diri ialah 'PULAU' dimana I cuma tulis beats utk 4 episod saja sebab nak suruh eenazmokhtar dan izmaaizalyusop tulis lebih.

Apa? U tak kenal Izma?

Jangan paksa I balas pungkok you, love.

Ok. Shalom.

JUVANA - FILM SCREENPLAY - DONE!

Update: The Juvana movie script ..is done!

Walawei. Let's watch some porn now.

Tentang AZAZIL dan lain-lain

Walawei.

Saya ada satu rahsia (yang tak berapa rahsia).

Saya kini sedang menulis sebuah filem. Ini merupakan skrip filem kedua selepas...

Jap, jap, jap..ini yang kedua? Apa yang pertama?

Yang pertama tak lain dan tak bukan skrip buat filem AZAZIL, yang baru selesai menjalani penggambaran sepanjang bulan Ramadhan, lakonan mantap Diana Danielle, Remy Ishak, Umie Aida, Shahnaaz Ahmad dan lain-lain.

Akan Datang ke Pawagam Tak Lamo Lagi (Insya Allah)

Yang keduanya..saya tak dibenarkan beritahu lagi..Sebab tu dikatakan rahsia..Masih di peringkat awal penulisan..malah seperti yang anda boleh baca ini, sehingga ke pagi syawal masih belum siap-siap (atau lebih tepat, masih belum start-start) lagi.

Hanya yang baik untuk mereka yang bersabar, bak kata Guinness Stout.

Selamat hari raya.

Saya Terkesima

Saya tak tahu pun maksud perkataan terkesima. Tetapi semenjak dua menjak ni saya selalu pakai.

Assalamualaikum.

Saya sedar saya dah lama tak tulis apa-apa dekat blog ini. Kali terakhir pun macam takde semangat je, cam endah tak endah aje. Semalam Melodi TV3 telefon saya tanya kenapa (menyibuk!). Seperti biasa, saya terkesima. Padahal jawapannya senang saje. Saya putus tunang dengan tunang saya awal tahun ni jadi saya tak sanggup nak tulis apa-apa pun tentang diri saya. Saya sedar saya tidak istimewa, cuma sedikit segak berbanding manusia normal.

Saya juga membuka akaun facebook supaya mendapat lagi ramai kenalan berbanding facebook bekas tunang saya. Kini, alhamdulillah, terbukti saya punyai lagi ramai kenalan di facebook apatah lagi semenjak dua menjak meledaknya fenomena drama bersiri yang saya tulis berjudul juvana yang saya terpaksa tulis dalam keadaan baru putus tunang, emosi terganggu, dan sangat-sangat terkesima.

Pada hari ini, tujuh bulan lebih setelah tunang saya tinggalkan saya, saya seorang yang lebih bulat kerana tidak mau mengikut trend orang lain yang lebih gemar menjadi kurus kerana putus cinta. Saya juga mempunyai beberapa orang kenalan wanita yang saya tak pernah kenalpun sebelum ini, yang sanggup mengaku diri mereka sebagai adik perempuan saya. Jadi inilah facebook. Saya tahu juga akhirnya.

Sekian.

JUVANA

tengoklah,

beginning 25th April 2011.

13 eps.

setiap isnin, lepas buletin utama.

cheers!

Ya Rabbi, Power Nak Mampus

Bunohan by Dain Said.

LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW WITH SOME MEAT IN MY HANDS

By Alfie Palermo, Age 5.

EXT. HOTEL – NIGHT.

He looks around. The rain is acidic. He stops and stares. Even the rain has gone to hell. Underneath his protective suit, he squirms, even though he has no need to do so. Beside him, diamond dogs sing love hymns to the Antichrist of the New Age. He stares at his watch. His heart begins to ache. He can feel tears begin to sting his metallic eyes. Today has become the past. Tomorrow has arrived uninvited. Like death. On the horizon, he can see angels. He tries to catch their attention, but they turn their backs on him, silent and cruel.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT.

He leaves his only bag on the floor of the hotel lobby. The concierge scans him for weapons but finds none. The concierge leaves. In this world, it seems, everyone has stopped talking to him. Even God.

Once, God used to speak to him. God wanted him to go out into the world and tell the truth. But no one dared to listen to him speak. He became sick. Sick of people. Sick of life. He stopped going out. He stayed at home. Until tonight. Tonight he has come here: to the Hotel At The End Of The World.

He coughs twice into the palm of his hand. He opens it, and sees a room key, nestled in the center of his palm.

He smiles.

After all these years, he still hasn’t lost his touch.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT.

He enters the room. A woman awaits him on the bed. She is silent as he slides under the sheets beside her. They lie there for awhile, listening to each other. He wishes for the woman to say something but she doesn’t. He tries to listen to the natural sounds of her body, but hears nothing. Not a single heartbeat, nor a whimper. Not even a squeak. He begins working his magic on her. She surrenders, like they all do.

But then, something happens.

Something terribly, terribly wrong.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT (LATER).

He wakes up. The woman is gone. He is alone, on the bed. But he feels empty, and used. He scans the room. He is completely alone. He gets up, and on impulse, walks to the window.

Something is taped to the window. It is a piece of meat. On it, a message, intended only for him.

He reads the message. And he immediately knows what happened to the woman who was with him tonight.

He begins to cry, for he knows that there will be no escaping this place.

On the horizon, a flash of dark red lights up the sky.

Outside, he can see Hell.

And at that very moment, in other rooms across the hotel, sad and lonely souls witness the end of all things, crying out for love, looking out the window with some meat in their hands.

FADE TO BLACK.