PENANG “Big bomb ends long nightmare for war-weary Penang folks”.

It's been awhile since my last posting. Oh, how time flies these days! After a long break, I like to divert to something else for a change.

I’ve extracted an article published by the New Straits Times on 19^th February, 1992. The article was written by my late uncle Ahmed Meah Baba Ahmed, who was the eldest son of my late grandfather, Capt. Baba Ahmed, JP. 

He recollected memories of the last days of the Japanese occupancy in Penang, when the Second World War had just ended. Catch a glimpse (below) of what happened in Penang, during those historic moments.

AHMED MEAH'S  PROFILE 

Below, my late uncle, Ahmed Meah
receiving award from the 

Yang di-Pertuan Agong (King) .

MY FOND MEMORIES 
Ahmed Meah is fondly remembered by me, and everyone who knew him, for his gentle mannerism. I was very close to him, especially in his later years. I remember him as a soft spoken uncle, who was always smiling. Oh yes, he was very good at relating stories, that would leave his audience spell-bound.

He was a highly sensitive person. However, I had never seen him angry, or utter any harsh word against anyone, even those who were not so popular with him. He was easily pleased and appreciated little gestures of kindness he received. He was grateful and content with the life that he was Blessed with.

He was acknowledged for his achievements and never once bragged about himself. He was humble, sincere, and generous in sharing his knowledge.

Ahmed Meah was raised well by his father, Capt. Baba Ahmed whom he respected highly. He followed his father's footsteps and chose a career in Medicine. In his early years he was very close to his father, and they lived a very comfortable life. However, their lives changed drastically when the Japanese invaded Malaya. Thereon, he and his family struggled, as most people did at that time. He had many stories to tell of his experiences during the Japanese occupancy, and this was one of his stories.

He is loved and fondly remembered by me.  May his soul rest in peace.

(Right)  Photos of him and his family. The government residence they lived in, became barracks for Japanese soldiers, when Malaya was invaded.

"BIG BOMB ENDS LONG NIGHMARE FOR WAR-WEARY PENANG FOLKS" 
Written by Ahmed Meah Baba Ahmed. 

"The Japanese military occupation of George Town had lasted 44 months from 1941 to 1945.  During this period Penangites had been subjected to the nightmare and horror of an occupation by a totalitarian regime.

So when the occupation forces announced in the Press and through the radio on Aug 8, 1945 that Dai Nippon’s enemies had used a new type of bomb (only very much later described as the atomic bomb) on a Japanese city causing very extensive damage, Penangites with the exception of the quislings, were suddenly engulfed with a feeling of relief and high hope that the war and thus the brutal occupation would end sooner than expected.  

Malaya would not have to face another military campaign, this time, by the Allied Forces to recapture the country. This cherished hope turn into reality when on Aug 17 the Japanese Military Administration issued an official announcement stating that acting on the revered order of the Japanese Emperor, all hostilities had ceased on Aug 14, 1945.  However, Penangites had to wait another two weeks before the island was liberated.

Word spread like wildfire that the Royal Marines would be landing at 9 am on Sept 3, 1945 at Swettenham Pier.  Suddenly, thousands of Penangites had gathered at the pier, along Weld Quay, the Esplanade and along all roads leading to the pier.  Penang road was impassable because of the very huge crowd.  Never in the history of George Town had thousands of disciplined Penangites gathered for an occasion.

The Nips were also there at specific locations along the route staring ahead and seeing nothing.  No one was worried or interested in them anymore. This was their turn to experience the humiliation which they so cruelly inflicted on the British at Bukit Timah, Singapore, on Feb 15, 1942.  

The landing took place as scheduled.  Immediately on landing, the Royal Marines hoisted the Union Jack, the flag that was used in the Battle of Gibraltar. The Royal Marines in lorries, with tommy guns, looked serious and were apparently prepared for any eventuality. The serious look turned into broad grins at the first call of “Hello Johnny” from the crowd.  Then suddenly there were spontaneous and infectious “Hello Johnny” all along the route to the Royal Marines camps.

Handshakes, cigarettes, bread and chocolates were distributed as the happy crowd responded with thunderous hurray! There was this 11 year old beggar boy, shirtless, emaciated with scabies all over the body and terribly hungry standing with the others, along Penang Road near the former Queens’s Cinema (now Cathay Cinema).

His pathetic appearance must have tugged at the heart string of a young marine. This marine reached out his hand with half-a-loaf of bread towards the boy.  With a bewildered look in his eyes, the boy quickly grabbed the bread, his face turned into a broad smile.  The next moment he was already eating the bread with a relish suggesting that he had been starving for several hours.

This urchin could consider himself very fortunate along with many other fortunate Penangites, who were among the first to taste and appreciate bread, real bread, the type Penangites were accustomed to before the war, unlike the unpalatable hard, maize-based bread distributed by the Japanese.

Two inventions were introduced to Penangites for the first time.  The first was the jeep – a versatile military vehicle highly suitable for difficult terrain.  The second was penicillin which was immediately used in the Penang General Hospital with very dramatic results –much to the delight and satisfaction of surgeons Dr. R. Apparajoo and Dr. Tan Hor Kee and physicians Dr. S. M. Baboo, and Dr. R. Letchmanasamy.  

On Sept 9, 1945, the official landing ceremony was held at Swettenham Pier.  Several companies of Royal Marines took part.  This was followed by a route march. Admiral Walker took the salute. Thus ended an era of subjugation that Penangites would like to forget.  Today, 47 years later, Penangites marvelled at the achievement and prosperity of the Japanese nation. What their forefathers had failed to achieve through military force, the succeeding generations of Japanese have achieved the impossible through sheer hard work, and good work ethics with their first loyalty and priority to the prosperity of their nation.

In the dark days of the occupation, Penangites very reluctantly looked East to bow out of respect for the Tenno Heika.  Ironically, today they willingly look East for another reason – for Japanese technology, investments and loans to develop Malaysia into an equally prosperous nation”.

(Article source - The New Straits Times 19^th February, 1992)

MY FATHER - HASHIM MEAH

Parental love
I dedicate this posting to my dearly beloved parents. Both have left this world. My heart aches more during this time of year, as I relive nostalgic moments with them.

I am blessed to have them as my parents. They taught me wisdom that no tertiary education could provide. They demonstrated by examples the true meaning of integrity, humility, and perseverance. They were not wealthy, yet charitable. They gave generously without expectation of reciprocation or reward. They exemplified that love had no barrier or boundary.

For any child, an assured parental love is a blessing needed to begin the journey in life. With this love, I confidently took each stride, knowing that they were there for me. When I fell, they gave me their supportive hands. When I cried, they dwelled in my sorrow. When I laughed, their faces lighted up with joy.

Today, I dedicate this first half of my posting to my father. I hope that his life story could inspire someone else out there, as it inspired me. I want the world to know him, and I am proud that he was my father.

(Below) Hashim Meah at 19 years old)

Asian traditions

Lets slide back in time to the early 1920s, for a glimpse of the trends, in many Asian families. Parents who owned big houses, often kept their children and grandchildren under one roof. No child was expected to leave their parental home at 18. Children stayed on unless they chose to leave, when they were employed, or married. 

Here is a tradition that is still widespread. Children generously contribute a small monthly token, plus occasional gifts, even though their parents are financially adequate. It is considered unkind to leave an old surviving parent alone, or abandoned in old folks’ homes.They often stay with either one of their children, or with close relatives.

Today, this particular tradition is nearmost obsolete in many developed society. Parents habitually chose spouses for their children. This was either entrusted upon them to do so, or by circumstances. While identifying the right person for their children, they would leave no stone unturned. By all means they would locate someone from a good family, with an unblemished repute, and trusted capability of raising their grandchildren. 

In instances when children identified someone they liked, parents would secretly probe, to ensure that a wrong person is not brought into the family.

Prior to the wedding, the young couple would be shown photos, and possibly a quick meeting in the presence of both families. The anxious couple would secretly inquire more about their chosen partner, from members of the family.  

The actual courting, getting-to-know, and falling in love, would then begin, after marriage. Strangely, some of these marriages turned out well. The secret vows exchanged within the vicinity of the bedrooms, remained  sanctified throughout their lives. 

Family traditions

Yes, my father was born into this kind of home, that practiced these traditions. He was from a reasonably well-to-do family. He was the only son who remained in the family home, after I was born. He proved himself as a doting son, who admired the father. Throughout his life, he had never spoken a single negative word about his father. 

In my grandfather's home, discipline was the keyword. However, everyone loved and respected him, and his children excelled materially, and spiritually.

Some of our family traditions seemed rather quaint to me. As an example, each time my grandfather entered the living room, everyone would stand. They remained standing, even when they were told to sit down. Apparently, this was a spontaneous gesture of respect, and not demanded. I was not allowed to participate in this ‘standing parade’ because I was a child!

Fortunately, this tradition disappeared during my generation, however, one still remains. No one smokes in the presence of their parents, and elders.

(Right - Hashim at 6 months, with his mother, 

Siti Fatimah bte. Sheikh Abd. Razak Al Madan 
of Middle Eastern ancestry). 

Hashim - my father 

He was a caring family member, a loyal and trusted friend. He took pride in his honesty and integrity. He was intolerant to corruption, or any form of abuse, and injustice.

As a teenager, he acquired the marshal arts training, and perfected himself with rigorous body building routines. This served to be advantageous. The weak in his school who were terrorized by bullies, were defended by him. He was feared by the unruly, and admired by the weak, and the poor.

His childhood days

My father was very close to his mother, sadly, she died when he was 10. His father remained a single parent for several years, and his grandmother managed the children. (Right - My father at age 9). 

One day, his grandmother heard clacking sounds coming from his bag, as he was leaving for school. She checked and found dozens of forks and spoons, about to be given away, since his friends had never eaten with fork and spoon.

Below, school children from Balik Pulau, during an outing. My grandfather  was a Medical Officer/Hospital Assistant in the district hospital there. My father invited some of these kids to help themselves to his family orchard. They joyously ate the fruits to their hearts content. Some durians that dropped overnight were kept aside for the family. The kids were leaving with the durians, when his grandmother put a stop to this. Persuasively, she allowed them to take home the durians for their families. These children were mostly from poor homes. 

My father was very disturbed by this incident. From then on, he refused to eat durian, and in later years, even the smell nauseated him. This fruit was taboo in the house. No one knew the real reason, or even dared asked. I only presume that the smell of durian triggered painful memories of the unpleasant incident.

This generosity trait carried on throughout his entire life. He would set aside a small portion of his monthly salary to help relatives, and the poor, even after his retirement. All gifts from me, and from others, were secretly handed to those he thought, needed them more than he did.

Unforgettable incident

I had the opportunity to witness his demonstration of the martial arts when I was young. We moved out of my grandfather’s house for a quieter environment. This was when my father pursued a part-time diploma course in Accountancy, and Company Secretarial subjects.

It was a nice kampong house, but situated in a rough neighbourhood, in Ayer Hitam, Penang. New comers were not welcomed, unless they paid homage to the local ‘lords’. One night I was awakened by voices of people shouting. A group of men carrying sticks, had gathered around my father in our compound. They accused him of being arrogant for not paying respects to the neighbours. He explained that he just moved a week ago, and had not settled in. Before he could utter another word, the leader of the group slapped him once on the face, to exhibit his authority. This man was no different from the school bullies that my father was accustomed to. 

Although his patience, integrity and pride were tested, my father restrained himself, and did not retaliate. His immediate concern was the safety of his own family in the house, and this, he would not compromise.

The following day, my father reported the incident to the police. He demanded an apology from the man in public, failing which, he would take whatever appropriate actions that he deemed necessary. At the village mosque on that fateful Friday, local authorities, and people from the neighbourhood, witnessed the humiliated rogue, grinned and apologized.
  

Weeks later, my father began conducting free martial arts, and body building classes to friends, and office colleagues, within our compound. The weekend classes were immediately packed with enthusiasts from the village, including the rogues who visited him that night. This certainly turned out to be a good strategy. My father instantly became a popular figure in the neighbourhood!

(Right) A man being lifted by my father with his bare hands, during a martial arts session. By the way, when I was a teenager he taught me some defensive moves too. Of course not this move in the photo!

When it was time for us to move to our new house in Tanjung Bungah, many came in tears to bid farewell to Hashim, and his family. Our 3-year stay left a significant impact on the people in this neighbourhood. My father also assisted in many charitable, and community service activities.

When questioned why he did not retaliate that night, since he could have easily taken them on. This was his answer :-
“I had to restrain myself, as I did not want to risk the safety of my family. My enemies submitted, and became my loyal friends. This gave me far greater satisfaction than winning a physical bout”. 

Employment

Penang Port Commission was a second home to my father. This was his only place of employment. He turned down jobs with higher remunerations, to remain at the Commission, until his retirement. He was acknowledged for his proficiency, and work ethics. 

He received an award from the Malaysian government for his meritorious service. This award was conferred by the King, the Yang di-Pertuan Agong, Tuanku Abdul Halim, in 1973.

Integrity

At the Commission, he is remembered as a kind, supportive, and compassionate senior executive. He spontaneously helped many families, by assisting in providing employment within the Commission, and outside. Many benefited from his assistance.

I cannot forget this particular incident. As the Assistant Secretary, he once extended a contract to a Chinese caretaker to continue managing the Commission’s holiday bungalow, in Batu Ferringhi.

In gratitude, the man delivered a basket of fruits, and eggs to our home. He was fuming mad at my mum and I, for receiving the gift, and at the caretaker for giving. To him, this was tantamount to accepting a bribe. The gift was immediately returned, and it was the first and the last gift that entered our home. 

My fond memories  

It was a clear night, and the stars were shining brightly. My father pointed out to the stars, and told me their names. I was more interested in the ‘twinkle-twinkle little star’ nursery rhyme that he taught. The very next day, I proudly recited, and taught the rhyme to the kids next door.  

This story may sound unbelievable. Amazingly, I can remember everything that happened on the day this photo was taken. My father was carrying me, and he crossed the road and entered some place. He talked to a man.The man fiddled at something, and then covered himself with a cloth. Suddenly lightening flashed before my eyes. I was startled, and held on to my father (it was the flash from the camera). Then, my father fed me something nice and cold. Yes, it was ice-cream!   

(Right - The startled look! I was 18 months then. This photo is shared for the first time).

Years later, when I related what I remembered, my parents were surprised. They had not told anyone, and my father could not recall the details of this event. As an adult, I revisited the same photo studio. It was in Penang Road, and next door to it, was a coffee shop that served ice-cream!

Tutored

In that same kampong house, my father became the 'man of the house', and enjoyed the monopoly of his own family. He taught me ceremonial prayers. He spoke of his spiritual views - that God-given faculties in hearing, sight, feeling and understanding, should not be swayed by religious fanaticism, and hypocrisy. Lessons taught by his father were passed on to me. I was cautioned to balance both the material and spiritual pursuits in life, equally.

  
 (Below) In Singapore with my parents

and my favourite cousin

Devoted father

He sacrificed his own comfort to provide for his family. I remember the days when he would patiently sit in the car waiting for me to finish my extra-curricular activities in school. 

He did not know that I was an athlete, and a state runner. One day during Ramadan, he came earlier than expected, and saw me participating in a 200 metres sprint, and hurdles, while fasting. He was annoyed, and said that I was irresponsible, and behaved more like a boy. I cutely told him that I must have taken after him, and that kept him slightly appeased.

I hated mathematics, and skipped the subject in my final year in school. I substituted this with Commercial subjects. My father persistently tutored me in principles of accounts, and I scored excellent marks.  

He also taught me to drive when I was 17. Below - flashing my victory smile after learning to park the 'Hillman' car perfectly. When I started work, we would travel to work together, and he would drop me at my work place. Later, when he finished work, he would wait untiI I finished my work, to go home together. 

When I moved to Kuala Lumpur and started my own business, he was instrumental in making this pursuit a reality, by his support.There were many countless ways he demonstrated his unspoken love for his daughter. These were the times when I realized how fortunate I was to have him as my father.

My singing career  

It was no surprise that my father did not encourage, nor totally discouraged  me - not that he had much say over this. My mother proclaimed herself as my amateur manager but in actuality, she was an ardent fan!. 

Once she called out to my father "Come quick, you'll be on TV in 5 minutes". He could not catch what she meant. When my show started with the announcement  "Sarena Hashim - in Saturday Night Entertainment"  she teased him - "There, you are on TV, following her everywhere, with your name".  He smiled, and was lost for words. Mum could be witty at times. For this, and her many other qualities, she made life pretty interesting for my father.

His lifestyle - Tips

My father followed a strict daily routine of sleeping sharp at 9 pm and up by 4.30 am. His day would commence with the usual early morning prayer, followed by a routine walking exercise, and light body-movement exercises. He was active in sports in his younger days, a badminton champion many times over, and a good swimmer too. Until the age of 80, he was still driving, and running around on the badminton court. 



(Right - My father standing on the extreme left with his PPC colleagues. This photo was taken during a friendly badminton tournament in the 60s).  

 Below - playing 
badminton at age 80.

His diet

My father was strict with his 2 main-meal diet, with no in-between meals, only a light breakfast, and biscuits for tea. He was picky about food, and consumed mostly fish, and in small portions. Junk food was never in his menu. He remained slim, and fit, throughout his life, and was never ever hospitalized. His minor self-medicated problem in later years, was low sugar and low blood pressure.

Live in moderation

My father believed that when people live beyond their means, they become slaves to themselves. Stress robs people of their mental peace. Despite being brought up in a big luxurious house, he was content living in this small house (below) that he bought with his hard-earned money. 



He drove the same car that he lovingly maintained for decades, and refused to change, when offered to. Some may conclude that he was peculiar, and frugal on himself. He said he had better sleep than many people, and enjoyed a healthier, and contented life.

Marriage

Their marriage was based on the old tradition that I related earlier. My mother, Mariah, was a natural beauty, and of mixed ancestry - (Photo - right). More on my mum in the next half of the posting. 

Their families were distantly connected through marriage. They had seen each other from afar, but had not spoken. My father happened to be the same handsome bachelor that her relatives were eyeing. It was an ideal choice for both. This was a blessed and happy marriage that lasted for decades. It ended when she died in 1993.

(Below) 'Hingga akhir nanti'  is my adaptation of 'Eternally' - a song of their time. It was their life-story that inspired me to write the Malay lyrics. I  imagined that this was how they had fallen in love, once upon a time!

 

 

HINGGA AKHIR NANTI 

You are my love, my heart, my soul
I miss you truly and extremely
From the moment our eyes met
I visualized a perfect world 
With you by my side 
High hopes and visions 
Of togetherness til the end of time
Though the sky should fall before our eyes
I will never be weary, 
For my love is yours, for eternity

Till the end of time
Truly, like the words of the song, they were together till the end of her time. Sadly, she departed early, and he was left to survive 19 lonely years, without her. 


Each day for one hour, before his evening prayer, he would play the CDs of the oldies by Cliff Richard, Elvis Presley, Jim Reeves, Paul Anka, Andy Williams, Ricky Nelson, Connie Francis, that I gave him. 

During this hour he would not accept calls, and preferred to be left in his own world. As he flipped through the old photos in the albums, he reminisced their happy years together. 

Slowly dementia robbed him of his precious memories of the woman he loved. This was the turning point of his frustration. However, I look upon this as a real blessing. Had his memory not failed him, his last few years without her, would have been even more painful to bear.

At the burial ground, the remains of the woman 

he loved, laid below his feet. In this same 
patch, he too was laid to rest, in 2012.

We spoke on the phone two days before he passed away. Initially, he seemed unusually sad, but when I told him that I was coming to see him within two weeks, he was happier. He then spoke to my husband, and it sounded more like he was bidding his last farewell. 

Sadly, we were not destined to meet. I had no idea that he had complained of indigestion earlier, and refused to go to the doctor. That night, after prayer, he slept at 9 pm, as usual. He passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 91. He was seen the following morning in his normal sleeping position. 

His words kept ringing in my ears: 
"I pray that I be granted to leave the world, without being a burden to anyone".  For his spirituality, and good deeds, his prayers were answered. Hashim, my father, was indeed Blessed, to leave peacefully!

To my dearly beloved parents - you are remembered in my daily prayers, and deeply missed. May you be reunited, and placed among the righteous in the Hereafter. 

ACTING DEBUTS - FEATURE FILM (MENANTI HARI ESOK)

Today, I am writing on a topic that has long been lingering on my mind.  These are layers of unspoken words.

I made a spontaneous decision to leave the entertainment world, and thereon, became a publicity-shy recluse. I was content, and still am. Today, after years of absence, I am back, and sharing my thoughts, and past experiences, in this blog. This is somewhat strange, and unprecedented. Many are curious to know if this means that I am making a comeback. Well, not really!

My disappearance   

I left for a personal reason, and this had nothing to do with my life as an artist. Among other things, I discovered that my exit provided me with immense opportunities to focus on different aspects of life. 

Incidentally, I was raised in a home where Conventional and Traditional Medicines were practiced alongside. I decided to pursue seriously into the study, and research on Complementary Health care. This led to many discoveries, which in turn paved the way for me to devote my time to humanitarian work. This was the trend in my family, for generations.

My return

Today,  internet has become a necessity in life,  and there are numerous advantages, when wisely utilized. It can also make, or break a person, even a country. In the late 2008, while making a search on Google, I was surprised to find that my name was suddenly appearing more prominently. As much as I enjoyed being a recluse, I realized that I could not erase my past life, as a celebrity. 

Inadvertently, my songs became more alive on the radio and on You Tube. This was followed by EMI’s sudden releases of my hits compilations, in 2009 & 2011. Then, what I dreaded most, resurfaced. It was the feature film  ‘Menanti Hari Esok’ that I acted in, and the role was similar to the Joan Collins’ conniving role in Dallas, that everyone despised. 

When I saw a re screening of the movie after a lapse of years, I regretted acting this role. Sometimes people tend to associate actors and actresses by the roles they play. This is inevitable, because I also have my own fixation about movies. I like Johnny Depp for the roles he played, but I'm not so keen to watch his movies without his subtle, sophisticated humour. 

After reconnecting with fans, I am pleased to know that they are matured enough to understand that I was merely acting a role. 

Subsequently, in April, this blog came into being. There are however, unanswered questions raised by loyal fans that needed to be addressed. They wish to know why I accepted the role, when I already reached the peak of my profession as a recording artist, TV singer/actress. 

Acting debuts

To answer this question, I now have to relive these moments again.Anyway, here are the answers - quite lengthy, actually. It started as a passion at the age of 5. I was already on stage singing, and acting in school concerts. I would often sneak into my mother’s room, and stand in front of the mirror mimicking different roles while singing. At 14, I used to dramatize on radio shows, and wrote a few drama scripts. My friends in school named me the ‘funny girl’, for my convincing mimics of some teachers. 

Obviously, my passion had always been in the arts and entertainment. I was able to realize the dream of becoming a singer, but what was left unfulfilled, was the desire to become an actress in a feature film. (Above) with Abdullah Chik in TV drama 'Wajah wanita'.

Comedy sitcoms

Serious acting stints actually began during my TV shows. I performed 7 comedies in my musical/sit-com series, and wrote most of the scripts. 

It was a real joy working with the RTM Producer, Helan Abu. He was creative, professional, and experienced. Without exception, filming took place specifically on time. (Left) - in a TV sit-com with the late Abdullah Chik and the late Ayappan.

TV Dramas

I continued my journey in acting, and acted in several TV dramas. I was pleased with the roles, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The TV producers were professional, and gentlemanly, except for one. He has departed from the world, and regrettably, there is no happy moment to reminisce.




(Below)  - in TV drama  'Cemburu'.
(Right) - with Rahim Razali in TV drama 'Yang mana satu'. 

Feature films
There were several acting offers in feature films. The late well-known film director, Omar Rojek, visited me once at my home, with his wife, and offered me a leading role in his movie. However, I turned down the offer, as I was beginning to establish my profession in the recording industry. 

This was followed by an offer from renowned film producers and directors - the late P. Ramlee, and Jins Shamsuddin. I met them including H. M Shah. They were starting the production of a film named ‘Sandira’, and I was offered a leading role. The role was challenging, and most ideal for me. Sadly, this film did not materialize due to internal problems within the company, that led to an eventual break-up.

‘Menanti Hari Esok’ - (Waiting for tomorrow)

Two years later, film director, Jins Shamsuddin offered me the role as a ‘guest star’ in the movie ‘Menanti Hari Esok’. A representative of PERFIMA, the film company, met me. I told that I would not be able to decide until I checked the script, and my role in the film. This was my precondition. 

The representative could not provide me with a full script, but instead, handed a few sheets of paper  involving my scenes. It was apparently a normal practice in the Malay film industry. Only skeletal scripts would be revealed, in order to ensure confidentiality of the plots. I was assured that upon signing the contact, I could view the actual script. I was told that if I was not happy with my scenes or dialogue, changes could be considered, and effected during filming.

Not a wise decision

Regrettably, I signed the contract, and it was not a wise decision on my part. As filming progressed,  I realized that the overall film was centred around me being a ‘baddy’ - smirking, frowning, or scowling at someone.There was hardly a shot of me looking happy, or smiling, except in the last scene, when I finally showed some remorse.

Behind the scenes

Contrary to my years of filming experience at TV Malaysia, I was surprised that filming conditions were extremely relaxed here. Many times camera could not roll on time, due to unforeseen reasons, including casts turning up late for filming. On some occasions, filming was cancelled, without notice. Incidentally, I did not lay eyes on the promised script. It was changed several times, but not to my advantage. Production work unexpectedly stretched nearly two years. 

Premiere screening 

I did not attend the premiere screening, as I had already moved on with my life. 

Praises
'Menanti hari esok'  turned out to be a box office movie. I saw the movie privately at a Penang theatre. Many commended me for a job well done, and press reviews were flattering. 






(Below, video featuring my song 'Kalong Emas' composed by Reggie Verghese (EMI), with visuals  of my scenes in the movie).

Remembered

I believe that a movie role can be complimentary, or otherwise, to the image of an actress. To this day, I am remembered for this antagonistic role in the movie. Coincidentally, all other acting performances in TV dramas, my funny roles in sit-coms, are totally forgotten, or unknown. These tapes have long been erased, by RTM. What remains of my memoir in acting, is this movie. 

To realize a dream, I ventured into something that could have been detrimental to my profession as a singer. Nonetheless, this was looked upon as  a 'no venture no gain' scenario in life. After all, I did gain the experience that I yearned for - as a silver screen actress ! 

Closure
Today,  I've stirred sudden interests in the movie.  Below,  some encouraging words recently posted by loyal fans/friends on my facebook, that finally brought closure to this chapter in my life. Thank you, guys.

22nd June 2014
RH - quote - "Kak Sarena, don't be so hard on yourself. We would always remember you in the best light. It is your songs that are etched in our minds for the rest of our lives.  At the end of the day, we would be listening to 'Bersama' and 'Jangan Menangis' over and over again. I must say I have seen MHE (Menanti hari esok) at least twice during those days, but I would not equate the role with you"

HL - quote - "Too bad you are not in other features so you can display more versatility but the people here are right, you are being too hard on yourself....so relax  sister"

Laid to rest

Now that I have spoken,  ‘Menanti hari esok’ shall be laid to rest, and will not be discussed again!
   
(Photos with compliments of RTM, News clippings from Utusan Malaysia, Star newspaper, The New Straits Times - 1977). Thank you.