Prophet Ibrahim almost slayed his son prophet Prophet Ismail because he was instructed by God to do so. Sacrifice.
Mahathir slayed a few racist troublemakers with Ops Lalang to ensure peace in the country. Sacrifice.
Our country let PR win in several states to teach BN a lesson. Sacrifice.
School lessons were taught on tables just before SPM. Sacrifice.
SPM students who lives in hostels had to eat maggie because their canteens are flooded. Sacrifice.
To eat the maggie goreng cooked by my beloved father even when I'm on a strict diet. Sacrifice.
I was 8. Nael was 10. Our fathers made an appointment with a local clinic during the school holidays. For one of the most important phase of our lives, we were the least informed about the whole process. It was as if everyone was preparing a ceremony for the sake of it.
All the married women camped at the back of the house and automatically reprised their roles. They chopped onions, marinated chunks of lamb, mixed acar and blendered spices that makes up for a delicious feast tomorrow. I watched on as they finish their cooking and kept all the food in large pots to be refridgerated. If I knew then that I wasn't able to eat any of the food prepared the next day, I would've sneaked into the kitchen and rummage through all the pots like a starved street rat.
We woke up early in the morning for a silly photography session dressed in baju melayu, P Ramlee style sampin and tanjak. We looked like miniature Sultans.
I want to be a Creative Director like Yasmin Ahmad. I want to make successful ads and make films as a hobby. Sounds a lot like Yasmin Ahmad right? Haha, I aspire to be as good or better than her in the future.
I felt that it was a sign that she collapsed a week before the day she was going to interview me! I was like "Die lah like this! God doesn't want me to be in advertising!" But then again, everything happens for a reason and I think her passing taught me that I have to pave my own path in order to reach my dreams. What are my dreams you ask? Winning an Oscar is one of them!
I'm currently making 3 advert videos for 3 international competitions. It is my wish to get acknowledged internationally so I'll be able to work in ad agencies in cities like London, New York, Hong Kong or Bangkok. Those places are Meccas of advertising! I'm so excited to start these 3 projects. Anyone who wants to help me with your ideas are welcomed to do so.
“When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.” -Leo Burnett
The midget scale carboard advertises suppliments that can make you lose weight and not look like an apple or a pear. Nothing weird there right?
But a stone throw away, there's a fruit stall.
Weird isn't it? Was the motivation of using fruits as representations of fat people a geographical response? Or was it just coincidental?
Whatever it is, it didn't appeal to me. A simple: Ayurfat or AyurSlim? would've been more fruitful.
(forgive me God for I have pun-ned)
I've always thought pink is a sissy colour. Pink is scientifically proven to weaken men's burst of testosterone. It makes Hulk Hogan hug puppies. But the thing is, we are unaffected by all the side effects of seeing pink if we wear them (unless there are mirrors everywhere). It makes other men mild and weak. Now I know why Donald Trump wears a pink tie!
Be a King, Wear Pink.
Even though the are dozens of shirtless pictures of me in my blog, I'm almost never shirtless in real life (except when I'm taking shirtless photos) which is, I agree with you now Auntie, weird.
Anyway, I can't be bothered to take such photos anymore. I'm in the middle of transforming myself. I'm eating healthy and exercising to lose all the fat I acquired during raya. I'm still deciding how my body should look like so I haven't decided on a particular regime yet.
So what do you think?
Should I be:
A. Toned with only 2% body fat.
B. Slightly muscular but with bulging biceps and pecs.
C. Athletic looking (a mixture of toned and muscular body)
D. Buffie (refer to earlier blog entry)