as Agent Madba from Pengkalan Chepa
me as The Crow
Just to show that you don't have to be in Hollywood for your promo pics. Afiq's in the house and will do the editing for you. (max charge 5 ringgit) Oh.. I'm serious.
Let's start anew people! Let's do it! This Saturday or Sunday will be the time of change. The time of transformation. Metamorphosis. These are several ways to visualize change:
~Buy a new sketchbook. All empty and white and start the new page with: I'm reborn.
~Do this at night: hug your bantal busuk and say to him/her: for you, I will change.
~Do this at 12 in the afternoon: Talk to the abang kedai air and tell him all about your new resolution.
~Do this at midnight: Sing 'this boots are made for walking.........'
~And the most effective method: Go SHOPPING... yeehaw!
~Write down your resolution again and swallow it; I suggest writing them on a piece of bread with melted chocolate. Wait till it's hardened and do what you've been doing profusely for 4 months: eat it!
~Why am I doing this? This is so CLEOish....
Read Eragon or Eldest yet? Not yet ar? Go buy and read lah... so we can complain about the lack of details in the movie soon... alah, like what we did when we watched Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Fun what to be an Eragon know-it-all. We can whisper to our neighbours of what's going to happen next to Eragon in the cinema. Imagine this scenario:
And the Gubra post-trauma: It's a phucking FICTIONAL MOVIE. Not a bloody documentary!
To clear things up.. Al*** is Alema, a blogger. I don't think this kind of response is suitable from a person I didn't insult. Maybe tersilap orang kot....
http://aleng.blogs.friendster.com/untitled/2006/04/blog_marah_jang.html
guy1: Ko pergi tak Sungei Wang tadi?
guy2-5: *mumbles*
guy1: Boring Sial!
guy3: Looked at guy2's pants... and anounced Wei! Seluar baru siot!
guy1-5: *mumbles*
Well it's pretty much predictable from there on. Ala... there's always a macho acting group of boys anywhere in this world. So what to do lor... I was ignored.. A quick glance at them and before I was too far from them. "Oi Sh****! Lawa seluar dalam, Kiko ek?"
.....Gedegung.... Love every second of it.
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And another interesting scenario that happened today includes a nerdy girl who had started hanging out with a couple of "cool" girls.
Afiq: Hey Al***, dah check Afdlin Shauki punyer blog?
Al***: .......
Afiq: Al***! Haloo...
"cool" friend beside her: Dier cakap ngan u ke?
Al***: Ntah... rolled her eyes and fake a giggle..
To Al*** yang 'whatever', I know you're reading this... pronounce each letter out loud: Don't worry, you're just
I.N.S.E.C.U.R.E.
Aiyo, we're in a University already lah kengkawan. We are no more in highschool! Gosh...
Since I've loads of free time, I decided to make my own research on miscellaneous historical events. Sorting them and reassembled pieces of misinterpreted facts. It is only an amatuer research done by an 18 year old so it's up to you if you want to make sense of it....
First thing first: to my kind commenter Aput, there s no such person as Jesus Barabbas. You might have mistaken the word Barnabas which is the Gospel that had the story of Jesus's crucification.
Another fresh and shocking fact: The Gospel of Judas was just recovered last year and was restored this year, having 85% of its original content. (watch Discovery Channel lately?)
Muslims believed that Judas was the person crucified based on the Gospel of Barnabas. The Church denied Gospel of Barnabas's credibility, and was labelled as a product of forgery.
The new found Gospel of Judas has the story of Jesus's life, similar to the rest of the disciple's gospel but does not have the story of Jesus's crucification. It ends abruptly at the part where Jesus was supposedly caught. Why so? Logically, Judas was not present during the crucification! He was simply crucified.
The famous kiss given by Judas was therefore not an act of moral grotesque but simply a gesture of thanks from Jesus to Judas. Booyah!
So that's that. Erm, yes... this is only an amatuer study and if I dissapear from this world in an abrupt manner, you have the church to blame. --just a playful disclaimer--
There're more I would like to discuss concerning the Last Supper painting particularly about MARY MAGDALENE, but I'll save that for later...
Later..
Me looking not too happy with my new haircut
The bag's name... Vitruvian Bear
Very symbolic heh.. Ala... It means these ppl written on Vitruvian Bear's legs are my primary supporters: family ler....
Good rest indeed. PS2 all night long!!!! Back to business. Back to studying. To fuel new emotions, new experiences. 
To other bloggers who had flooded my mail with 'where are u?? update update!" well, the picture above is dedicated to you.
Before you proceed, I want to make it clear that I'm not against Christianity at all.
I'd reread Davinci Code twice and made some research of my own; amatuerly done by the way. I'm no history professor! A bit of Dan Brown personal research was quite astounding especially the part that concluded that there were many hints of Mary Magdalene's significance to Christianity.
Especially in disney movies. Bare with me: It was said that Mary Magdalene was the wife of Jesus PBUH and she carries Jesus's daughter and therefore a secret bloodline was introduced. Hmm.... Jesus had a wife and a daughter. Quite a stir isn't? To have such tales will invalidate the Roman Catholic Church (which is by the way, Male dominated) Everything about Christianity is male dominated with the exception of Protestants. If the tale is proven true, Vatican will be at no use and Priests are no longer needed. Again, hmm....
Mary Magdalene is now potrayed as a poor prostitute. Get it? The church labelled her so further study of her will be abolished. Read the book and make your own conclusionlah..
And since the gospel of Judas was introduced and luckily protected from the church, it shows an extremely shocking outlook of Jesus's crucifiction. An outlook that validates Islam's perspective on how Jesus died: he did not die. His body was simply replaced by the betrayer WHICH was Judas!
Everything is making sense now! Okay... not everything.,,
The bit about the Disney movie:
In the Little Mermaid, Ariel was potrayed to be a princess with long red hair and there was a bit in the movie where the painting of The Penitent Magdalene by Georges de la Tour was in Ariel's under water home. 
There's more but I think I'll save some for later.
Later.
What do you see when you look at me
Hijjab. Tudung. To wear or not to wear?
My first impression on this issue is a blunt YES but considering my family background and friends, it seems that no one (except my mom lah) wears hijjab. No one. Why ah? I would be considered ignorant if I were to start this topic with a statement like this ~ It's a Muslim women's responsibility to cover their aurah and therefore...
But will I wear a tudung if I'm a woman? With my basic fundamentals of Islam, will I do it? It is painful to admit this but seriously, I don't really want to wear one (don't get the wrong idea now...) Why? Why? Why?
Another question struck while I'm contemplating on this issue.. Why is it a norm to see Malaysian Muslims wearing the hijjab when they reach the peak of their life; or simply when they are 55 - 70 years old. When they are no longer beautiful and vibrant. When their skin creased and their hair thinning. Seriously, I don't know.
Is it considered liberal to NOT wear a hijjab? Bluntly again, I'll say YES. I'm not saying this based on ignorance but experience. Because I live in a community where the stereotypes are often reality. Because I live in a multicultural country where opinions differ but misconceptions are similar. Because I simply believe the streotype and at the same time, encouraging it.
-Haikal's sister had to take off her hijjab to work in a high profile company.
-My mom replaced her hijjab with a fancy hat so she won't be treated as a Makcik Lemak lady in Putrajaya.
-My aunt don't wear hijjab because she doesn't want to quit being friends with non-muslims.
-Another aunt told me her PR job will be hellish if she wears a hijjab.
-My cousins blurted..."Macam ustazah!"
-My dad will call anyone and I do mean anyone Ustazah if she wears a hijjab.
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This is reality baby! This is it! This how things will be if we keep it up. If the misconceptions are treated seriously. If blurry eyes are kept binded.
Discuss and make sense of it. We are HUMAN beings. I don't appreciate ignorant statements like -If you don't do so, you'll go to hell- or hypocrisy... I prefer the truth; eye opening truth, constructive and subjective truth. Truth. Personal truth. Not a 'believed' truth but pure and unaffected.... 
Read my poem on my experience to Sungai Lintang Lipur at http://madbasays.blogspot.com
Oh gosh.. A week had passed.. another week of holiday left! I spent 3 whole days reading Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince only to know that my favourite character, Dumbledore's dead! *Dush* What a waste of time. Shouldn't have read it. So wat to do lah now? I really don't know..
I'm currently catching up with my sleep, sleeping for over 10 hours a day to compensate all the sleepless nights I endured in UIA.. sometimes 12 hours.. sometimes the whole day.. it depends lah. If I have the chance to get drunk, mabuk halal: by eating loads of tapai with vanilla ice-cream, I'll sleep for a whole day. So that's that, another week to go....
I'm currently artistically rebelious; having known of the absence of creativity from my life, anything strange and psychotic would be meaningful to me. Anything at all. Try me,,,
In the toilet... pelik tapi benaaar!~
Reflection on bubbly.. camera moves upwards........
An unusual head with glossy hair submerged..... Not to mention a pair of thick angry eyebrows
It's alive! It's ALIVE!!! An overweight Afiq looks on a glass of bubbly.
Reflection, reflection.... Look at how the waiter pour the bottle of bubbly.. Amazing innit? What balance.. What sophistication? What pride? What kind of deoderant do you use, brother? Not bad lah the smell..
The snail-grapper-mathingy...
ATTENTION!
Aside from architecture and writing, I love... LOVE *imagine me shouting hysterically* Pasta and CHEESE. I'm an expert of pasta cooking, cheese foundueing, and their history and origin..and other stuff that involves these two beautiful words ever invented: PASTA .. CHEESE..
FYI, I know how to cook 10 different pastas in 2 to 3 different different rendition. So kalau nak ajak ke rumah tuh... *ehem ehem* ask me for the list of ingredients lah so I can cook one up in a storm.
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Aaaah... Cloud watching.... Love it....
I have a confession
Confession of what we hid for so long
What you hid for so long
Do you remember? The parade in masquerade?
Do you remember? What you had said?
It's all too fresh to recall, a wound never healed by time
By comfort or by your smile
A wound I'll carry on forever, a wound I'd inflicted to anyone who tried to love me. A wound torched by your doings and pained by your sealing
Do you remember hurting my body? Hitting my bare flesh with your vicious blows?
Do you remember hanging me upside down? How my tears glowed...
In the dark, by haunting of your insults. My burning scars, your remnant?
Do you remember how I was fearful of you? Of your presence.
Do you remember how you keep telling me that I'm not a son of yours?
Do you remember how you keep repeating that like counting scores
Do you remember how you stopped me from schooling?
And locked me up in the basement tearing? How I dwelled with my emotions. Flamed by the love of my mother from the other side of the door. Her eternal devotion.
How I felt her presence with wood in between...
Do you remember how you made umi cry? Do you know that I was crying with her? Do you know that we cried together?
Why? I am 18. Yet I can't justify your doings. You justified it well. I was a wild child. So wild as to be punished like animals with grotesque sins. 
You spat at me with disgrace and repugnance, and with that spit, my trust, my love, my bond of you is gone. Swept away from my life's pavement.
You pointed a gun at my mother with hopes of resurrection
But believes in the reality of bitter exculpation
You threaten the whole family with promises of genocide
It swelled fear. Digging in deep deep inside.
How you opened the car's door when you were speeding on the highway.
How my fingers bleed from holding the car's lock, crying away.
By your desperate scrapings
How umi cried. How she screamed.
How I screamed. 'Bapak, jangan! Bapak please jangan!'
"AFIQ TAKNAK MATI"
"AFIQ TAKNAK BAPAK MATI"
"AFIQ TAKNAK UMI MATI"
"BAPAK! Please jangan...!"
You decided not to, yet you reflected your lies and kept trying
But umi had had enough
She fought you and she won
And by a splatter of blood, you're gone; tracing grime. It is not your blood that painted our house's floor. It's ours. It's my mother's and mine.
