Soon Soon Soon...

It'll be my birthday soon. 19th of June. My 21st birthday. I'll be 21. Twenty one. Twain Tee Wand. Duapuluhsatu. Okay, as for my 21st birthday present I want:
1. 2 slacks
2. 2 shirts
3. 1 black shoe
4. 1 belt
Because surprisingly I have none of those.
And I've already prepared a wishlist for myself. I want:
1. To be a skilled designer, successful entrepeneur, hopeful writer and a video music director.
Yes I want to head a creative company.
I also want:
1. To have more patience in me.
2. To forgive everyone before I end my day everyday.
3. To Pray frequently..
4. To memorize and understand the Quran.
I should've prioritize the Quran and Praying and all the rest will follow through though. Well, ini salah satu kesan Islam Hadhari.
Unc. Bal's wedding's tomorrow. I'll be next in line.
omfg.
f's for fish kids. And fudge and frolic and fun.
Afiq is always the last to sleep and the first to wake up on weekdays which

The Perfect Burger Formula

McDonald's organized a video competition to promote it's Big Mac. Unfortunately for me though, I'd only known about the competition 2 days ago. But... I managed to make a last minute video.

Basically it's a sketch of a typical Afiq trying to leave his mark in this world by inventing the Perfect Burger formula. Like most of my amatuer sketches, I used subtitles to convey the story than actual lines. I'm not sure why I like to use subtitles. Maybe because it'll distract people from watching the actual video... Heheh.

My little brother Hadi acted in it too.

I'm pretty sure that this video is slightly diverting from the original context given by the organizers but what the heck, I had fun making it!


Super!

I've nothing spectacular to report these days. Everything new and supernew somehow became superfrequent resulting a supercalifragilisticexpialladocious. Yes we Disney kids will never forget to add a spoonful to make the medicine go down, in a most delightful way.
I've many movies to catch up but with so little money worth dispensing for 'external' entertainment. Money and time. Money and time. One without the other will make this world obliterate, literally. But you know what's timeless though, Disney songs.
I am still a big fan of Disney songs. People tell me I have PeterPan syndrome but I politely desist the notion. Disney songs makes me appreciate myself and constantly remind me that I exist to reach bigger goals. They make me believe in the impossible, appreciate friends and family and most importantly it gives me the courage to step out of my comfort zone.
And I don't see why Peter Pan syndrome is a bad thing. We need child-like enthusiasm. We need child-like imagination. We need child-like conscience. We need to be reminded of how we are made for greater things. We need to be reminded of how we began our life, how love is the most vital necessity in our lives.
Yeah man. I'm an out and about Disney man!
Super!
Supercalifragilisticexpialladocious.

Almost 21

This morning when I ate nasi lemak at a nearby stall, an argument took place between Tok Nda and a random pakcik who spewed now and then about the unjust and corrupt UMNO. Apparently his shop will be shut down in three days, another victim of federal government's revenge. Since....

I know you guys are teenagers or teenagers at heart so I'll do you a favour and blog like a one.

Okay.

Have you heard? MU won. Wooohooo! Not that I'm a fan or nothing but I can't shrug off the fact that most MU fans in Malaysia can be considered fanatics. They have no Manchester bloodline nor any affiliation but still, their commitment...

There I go again....

Okay okay.... I am a 20 year old student.... I WILL like football, watch music videos, attend gigs and write about them.

Okay.

Ah forget it, tak boleh! Musa Hitam and Dr. M's fued reincarnation is too enticing to be ignored. Or the fact that Ekram is rumoured to be leaving PKR and rejoining UMNO. Isn't that party-hopping? But still Nazri is happy about it. He wasn't when...

I'll just stop aite? (and compensate with pictures.)

Here's a picture of Christiano Ronaldoo. Kids, look away.




That's Ronaldoo and his booty call.


I'm still not gay. (just in case you're wondering)


I mispelled his name on purpose. Because it sounds cooler with an -oo. It ryhmes with spitoon.


I'll end this confusing entry with a pictorial update on Shasha:


She's pregnant like a... like a pregnant cat and a bit camera shy.

So Many Things, So Little Time

Have you heard?
Everyone heard it already lah. Mahathir resigned leaving Nik Aziz a happy man, Anwar Ibrahim silenced and everyone else dazed. Yes, he is the man. King Lear of Malaysia but with a twist. He leaves the stage only to return, alive and influential or dead and raging. Either way he'll return to his platform with so little justifications, may it be about him leaving or returning. His motives are clear but mysterious, direct by spiralling. Everyone appaled by his sudden retreat are his audience and everyone unpertubed by it are his enemies. Everyone else in between are critics, storytellers of the past and reviewers of the future.
On a lighter note, I attended IIUM's silver jubilee celebration because PakLah was present. Apparently he is amazingly gifted in influencing movement, and that movement would be the upward tilting of the head followed by a quiet rythmic snoring. Yes he is one very gifted Jigglypuff.
After several hours of driving back and forth to my employer's home to finish up a book cover design, I returned to my room with a Hope. Hopefully, no one will call me up or come to my room. I needed my sleep. Qoyyum, a guy who used to live in my room came to check up on his things he left. He accused that somebody had been messing with his things. His accusation wasn't the sort of welcome I was expecting from a person who destroyed the realization of a dear Hope. He came into my room and we talked. Just when I was about to finish up with the design, he suddenly blurted.
"Susah tak design ni?"
"Hmmm... Susah jugak." I answered.
"Tulah orang melayu! Sama je... Kedekut ilmu." He sneered.
"Dah ko tanya aku susah ke tak, memang la susah kalau senang ko pun boleh buat. Apa kene mengena dengan kedekut ilmu?"
"Ko mesti tak nak ajar aku kan?"
"Tak. Aku taknak ajar sebab ko telah buat kesilapan pertama kepada bakal cikgu, kekurangajaran yang tak cukup asam mahupun garam."
"Hahahahaha"
Laugh yourself to do the brink of loserhood will you?

Alamak, Ulama'!

We created man from an extract of clay. Then We made him as a drop in a place of settlement, firmly fixed. Then We made the drop into an alaqah (leech, suspended thing, and blood clot), then We made the alaqah into a mudghah (chewed substance)
What will you think of the sentence above if I tell you that it comes from the Quran? If you ask me, I would think that we are literally made out clay used to make pots and that clay material sprang into life when it came in contact with a drop of blood.
Who would've known that the sentence is actually describing the embryonic process of an infant, a very complex and scientific process.
Have not those who disbelieved known that the heavens and the earth were one connected entity, then We separated them?...
To this day I can still imagine a hanging land of the heavens taking flight, leaving our world when my ustaz told the story of how the heavens and earth were once connected. Who would've known that it is actually the big bang theory.
He has set free the two seas meeting together. There is a barrier between them. They do not transgress
You would think that there is a magic barrier that keeps the meeting of sea water but no, it's the different intensity of its compositions that keeps it seperate
So what have we learnt today? Quran is not a book of myths and legends. It is in fact a textbook of the galazy's divine wonders and the beckoning of nature. Some of the miracles unexplained then can be explained today. Miracles aren't magical after all. It is interesting how we are taught by ustazs of our time of the mythical stories in the Quran. If people who educates children about Islam emphasize the scientific findings from the Quran and encourage the discovery of knowledge in diverse fields to unlock the secrets of the Quran, we wouldn't have paedophile afghans, naive iranians and holier-than-thou malaysians would we?
For that reason alone, I despise the existence of today's Ulama's. They know nothing but the scripture of Gods and its ancient interpretations. They sometimes do preach about the scientific evidence of the Quran but did they discovered them? Nope, the none muslims did. They unrelentlessly preach about the myths and magic of the world and how we are to scower in hell if we question Islam in any way. This indirectly forbids us to question anything about Islam at all including the true context of the Quran because if we do, we'll fall in the deep pits of hell?
So how are we to advance ourselves in every field is the treasure box is constantly locked by the so called protectors of Islam, the ulama's and their rhetorics that encourage complacency in discovering possibilities that will benefit mankind, muslims or not.