I kid you not but I actually think girls who covers their aurat sexy. Super duper sexy.
I don't mean girls who wears tight tudung to compliment their tight-fitting outfit or flashy-flowery-colourful baju kurung or kebaya with equally flashy-flowery-colourful vocabulary but those who wears simple aurat covering clothes with subtle-coloured fabric.
Their modesty and pristine overrules any kind of exhibition of beauty.
So ladies, don't believe everything they tell you in magazines, newpapers, television shows or movies. Keep yourself beautiful because Allah loves beauty but do not publicly display your physical beauty. Your beauty, in the eyes of many will exude through your character and personality. I cannot stress this enough!
YOU'RE FAR MORE PRECIOUS THAN DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
"If memory serves me correctly, I was wearing a little white tank top and a short black skirt. I had been raised Orthodox Muslim, so I had never before worn such revealing clothing while in my father's presence. When we finally arrived, the chauffer escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father's suite.
As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day. My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget.
He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground covered and protected. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You've got to work hard to get to them."He looked at me with serious eyes. "Your body is sacred. You're far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."
Source: "More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes."
"Happy 21st Afiq"
Afiq lies down on his bed as the camera zooms out, showing how explicitly empty his room is. A distant sound of his cell phone neverending text message ringtone became more and more inaudible.
Afiq closes his eyes.
Fades into a lakeside view during dusk. Afiq is seen squating on the brink at the far corner of the lakeside view. His face appears to be hardened and pale, contrasted by the reddening skies.His cell phone in his pocket continues to alert incoming text messages. Afiq's eyes reddens and a drop of tear hangs on his lashes.
The tear drops into the calm lake water and creates a subtle circular wave. Afiq recites a poem:
Love each other or perish -W.H. Auden
Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's
need, but not every man's greed -Mahatma Gandhi
My upcoming short film is about a guy who wants to commit suicide and the journey of his soul in a single second before he actually commits it. Naturally, in the world of the dead, a second is considerably long, like 5 minutes or so. This happens because the law of relativity does not apply anymore to wisps of energy.
Must look important when browsing feminist novels
Must accidentally drop a book near the prettiest girl in the library
Must pretend to have met the pretty girl before
Must exchange phone numbers for future reference
Must eat dinner before 6pm
Must not question the relevance of the chosen dinner time
Must not eat the usual roti canai supper
Must hate all form of roti canai from now on
Must not question the relevance of above's life-changing decision
Went out to watch Wanted yesterday. And mak ai, the special effects were astonishing. Terkesima.
Apparently, more people are using public transportation to get around Kuala Lumpur, which is splendid to a certain extent. The LRT is like a can of stuffed sardines. Fortunately, I got to sit during the whole journey. Unfortunately, the pakcik that was standing in front of me likes to arch himself towards me, as if wanting a free blowjob. At first I thought he has back problems but then he winked at me.
I smiled and exposed the pikes geared to my teeth. "Hey putah, you want some of this?"my teeth shouted out loud. He withdrew.
And have you seen the evening bus queues? My goodness, the thought of the discomfort sent shudders up my spine.
Walking at Bukit Bintang yesterday was like watching fashion magazine models strutting their stuff. It seems that these models were reduced to flawed unphotoshopped specimens when they got out of their glossy cells. They got shorter, uglier and dumpier; a sequent of flaws that spells out CHEAP. Some came out of CLEO and others Mangga.
How I wish they will realize soon that life isn't all about clothes and fashion. How I wish they will realize soon that no agent will suddenly conjure in front of them and tell them that they are the next Malaysian Next Top Model. Smile people smile. Talk people talk. Enjoy people enjoy. Enjoy joy. Enjoy misery. Enjoy life. Let's talk about life and not get bored of it. Let's read about life and learn from it. Lets.
House of Flying Daggers
Okay just imagine what would have happened if Saiful Bukhari posted pictures of himself looking like the one above? Major image diluter. Not only will he be known as an anak ikan, he would have carry titles like Sir Tip-a-Nipple or Duke Trail-a-Snail or worse... YB Bend-n-Bang.
Think about it. Do you really want a silly shirtless picture of yourself destroy your hope of becoming a prime minister? Do you want a badly shot, heavily edited half-nudey take away your chance of becoming the next American Idol? Do ya?
These days, any pictures can be perceived in a manner that you might not believe is possible, lagi-lagi lah shirtless pictures. It doesn't matter whether you're hot or not. It's the internet baby. You're hot like a recently fried recycled karipap, with the inti curried potato all shrivelled and stale. And it's way better to show off your newly sculpted Leornado at apartment balconies or Sunway Lagoon. But not in front of a laboriously positioned (imagine stacks of boxes and books on top of a desk) auto-timed digital camera. Alamak 10 seconds. Look at the camera. Suck it in. Flex. Sing.... I'm too sexy for my shirt.. too sexy it hurts.... Aiseh tak sempat. Ok amek lagi. Now its your turn encik bicep.
Can't you tell that I gained weight and I am green with envy that all of you you you you people finally discovered the magic of working out and flaunting every lump of muscle online!
Whatever, shut up.
15 minutes passed and my almost non-existent arm hair tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, like a orchard full of Narnia trees. Apparently the cleanest toilet I managed to find had multiple holes on the partition. 4 ergonomically tested holes. One hole levelled to an average men's eye level and the three others were strategically drilled around the genital region when one sits down on the WC and one of the three holes was about 5 cm in diameter. I don't have to tell you what usually happens in toilets like these... I mean, if you want to I could. Haha.
I covered the holes with tissue papers, rubbed my knees rhythmically, and passed motion. Another guy went in the next cubicle. Big deal. Wait. Check tissue balls. Ok, secure.
That was enough to scare the little chinese frankfurter away. Shrivelled and defeated, it backed away and dissapeared. I washed myself gingerly, flushed and exited the cubicle to wash my hands. The guy who occupied the cubicle came out and looked at me through the large mirror.
"You don't impress me much" I said discretely, realizing quickly that I borrowed a line from Shania Twain. (You have the move but have you... got the touch?... )
"You don't like?" He asked, carving a disgusting smile on his thin lips.
Aiseh this guy....
1. Ezam left PKR because he knows Anwar's real intention. He knows. If we want to know more about Anwar, ask his former bitch. Hell has no fury like a bitch's wrath.
2. Saiful is 23 year old. 23! He's not an underage nincompoop. Obviously if Anwar really did sodomized Saiful, the act was mutually consented. Anwar mungkin perasan dia Alexander the Great, mau bang his Hephastion.
3. Saiful may be planted to take pictures with ministers to make it look as if what is happening today is a conspiracy. Yes PKR fanatics are THAT blinded.
4. And if a conspiracy exists, it is probably headed by Anwar and planned by 12 kindergarten students from Tadika ABIM Kg. Kerian.
5. Rosmah's in big trouble. Karma bebeh. Karma. You don't see me exploding my roommate Megat because Shasha likes to be around him more these days.
7. Khairi is Anwar's no.1 fan. Khairi and the Gang.
8. The embassy hu-ha shows that:
8.1. Anwar is a chicken or
8.2. It was planned by him to put the government in close scrutiny by the international media.
8.3. Coming soon near you! Sivaji the Boss2: Turkish Delight.
9. Mahathir is silenced when he realized that he was made a fool by both Anwar and his previous cabinet members.
10. 1-9 is fiction. Yes, fiction. Cherita rekaan semata-mata. Tiada kena mengena dengan yang hidup (Mahathir. Anwar, Khairi, Ezam, Saiful) atau yang mati (Altantuya, hatiku)