Gubra. By definition: anxiety, panic.
Gubra. I was by the way, in the best sense gabrah when my jiran wayang is A. Samad Said. Yikes. Gulp. No more trips to the loo during movie....
Gubra. The film has a steady flow of emotion with moods striking your vulnerable spots; triggering much anticipated tears and laughter. A film of much drama and yet, it remains a piece of art.
Gubra. Moving captions of lives. Intricately weaved, resulting a beautiful pattern, with complications but with clear visualization of our lost soul. Lost in love, relationship; lost, in life. Lost. Discovery, as it seems, is the essence of everything.. Of life and death. Of religeon and love. Of submission and passion. Of everything.
Gubra. How my tearducts functioned perfectly when the shadow of Orked's past struck me by surprise. The ringing cellphone. The letters. How could I not remember? But alas Gubra is a stage of many puppets, different backdrops, yet similar to its core foundation.
Gubra. The ignorance of misconception. The beauty of tragedy. A flower in the sea. Reflected yet aimlessy floats for its bare beauty.
Gubra. The lamps are different but the light is the same.