I loved this song the moment I heard it sung by Hafiz in Talentime. The lyrics are very clear. It's about loss, love and seperation.
It's all very ironic, is it not? I've always think that the world consists of soil, water and irony.
But we should not get over-zealous over Yasmin Ahmad's death. There are loads of talented filmmakers in Malaysia. Loads.
It's appalling to find that newspaper like Kosmo think its perfect timing to announce that Yasmin Ahmad was a khunsa. Why do that after her death when she can't defend or justify herself? Thank God newspapers like NST and the Star highlighted her contributions and not her sexuality. It's also funny to see non-muslims grieving her death more aptly than most muslims. It's just not right, exposing people's dirty laundry when they are deceased. It's not right.
She did something that she felt is right. We should all do the same. We should do the right thing and leave it be. Don't publicise it, brag about it, make money with it. Just leave it be and let it manifest into a world of difference.
Because it's the right thing to do.
- A malay child actor (age 8-10)
- The child's mother (or aunt)
- A real Babu
- They are taking a bath.
- They are with their closest friends and family.
- They are alone
- They are going to sleep.
- They eat.
- Steam comes out of my body when I take a bath just before dawn.
- When canned, the best way to minimise the pain is to tickle the inflicted area.
- When my head was shaved, it feels cold the first day but hot on the following days.
- The best way to stay awake during early morning Quran recitation is to nod repeatedly.
- Our names are written on the back colar of all of our shirts.
I've always wanted to poke you in your facebook knowing that that's the only way I can irritate my big boss and still walk around the office, alive.
I've always wanted to purposely drop all my things when I bump into you so I can make you mad hence be automatically obligated to make you more coffee.
I've always wanted to stand on your way when you're directing so you'll shout "Oi budak, ketepi!" and gesture me to get the fuck away from the camera.
I've always wanted to get you to notice that I'm good in drawings so you can ask me to sketch storyboards probono.
I've always wanted to be you.
Yasmin Ahmad collapsed but she's not dead. Her condition is now stable!
Let us put rumours of her being dead to rest.
What we can do now is to pray for her.
Have a moment of silence and pray for Yasmin Ahmad's recovery.
(I took the picture and felt that the torn billboard deserves a good story so there you go!)
I was in the middle of doing a thorough Leo Burnett research when I found this speech made by Leo Burnett.
It was just a little farewell bid of goodbyes carefully crafted to remind the world of his legacy. I found myself balming up to his notion of work ethics and without any reprimand, I saw drops of saline trickling on the table in front of me. I was crying. Leo Burnett ended his speech with a joke, in which I responded willingly and laughed my head off.
Suddenly Kak Seri walked urgently towards me with a glass of teh tarik *my favourite* and a thermometer?
"Afiq mahu ke kelinik ya?"
I noticed the repeated anomaly and for once acted on it with vigor and determination. The moment I began to admire my wallet,
I knew I was going to pat the cat
and read Click.
But I fishing defied my deja vu and made fishing stuffing for a fishing chicken!!!!
(note: fish is my substitute for the word fuck)
This is Sparta!!!!
Take that Fate! Mother fisher!!!!
I don't blog about award shows that I attended because I usually get VIP seats from friends and family but this time, I got a VVIP seat! The law of relativity dictates that this award show takes the cake and the next time I'll be blogging about award show will be about me winning an award. Hint hint. I was seated with celebrities. In front of me was Jaclyn Victor, Nikki, Rashidi and his wife Vanida and loads of familiar faces.
Beside me was Zarina anak pontianak with his boyfriend Caprice. She was extremely chatty and I joined in her conversation once in a while. I was witholding the fact that I'm Afiq from Afiqsays because I famously kutuk-ed her in my James Bond Malaysia entry (it was published in a tabloid magazine!). I know she knows but she doesn't know that I know she knows.
Behind me was Miss Malaysia Deborah Henry's goddess-like legs. I can confirm to you that her legs are made of chocolate and gold with honey glazing. He boobs however are yesterday's Paus.
The seat I was in was like a tanning salon. Every 10 minutes, a flash of bright light will glare over my glistening blue baju melayu, leaving me squinting like a dazed ostrich. It was like "The winner of Shout Award bla bla bla is.....
I was told that C Club specialty is its champagne and even though Haleem persuaded me that champagnes do not usually make people drunk, I insisted on drinking a non-alcoholic beverage. I don't think he knows that I have a very high tolerance for alcohol. Must've been the Listerine I purposely drink everyday before I go to school.
I was browsing Adam's blog and came across a video of the Perak DUN fiasco. I've heard of it but never watched the fiasco with my own eyes.
After a few minutes of watching the youtube video, I cried.
I'm not sure why I shed a few tears. Maybe it was because I was extremely embarrassed by our selected leaders choice of behavior.
Maybe it the display of disrespect and discontentment is just beyond me.
Maybe I cried because of its shear beauty. Yes, the fiasco was beautiful. It shows how inhumane human beings can become. Well dressed men were flapping their arms in unison while screeching their ritual mating song. One prominent male Dun throws an offering of RM50 to a female Dun to impress her. The female Dun took offence and threw a beautiful fit. The de-throning of the king of Duns was a sight to behold as the opposition colony waddled their way to bar the king from their new-found territory.
Then I remembered the last time I cried when I witness a remarkable spectre of nature. It was when I watch The March of the Emperor Penguin, you know the part when the panguins performs their seasonal ritual fight to get a mate.
You've got to watch the documentary yourself to know what I mean but it looks vaguely like this:
fyi, salah satu mende yg aku belajar dr blogging ialah terlebih cuba ‘memandai-mandai’ bercerita perihal org lain boleh menjadikan tulisan kita ‘paling bodoh’ bila tersilap fakta kerana membongkar ‘kebodohan kita sendiri’.. lalala!
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