Afiq the Seer

See, my readings are accurate. Here's a testimony.

Dia siap scan lagi and explain sedikit sebanyak. She's Jannah's size 4 sister, Najah. The best thing about reading other people's handwriting is I can know whether or not the writer's single.

Najah is single. She's cute and apparently has small feet. But as much as I want to officially stalk her (like I did to Haikal) I'm too preoccupied with:

Together We Share, Together We Meet: A Schizophrenic Journey.

Afiq takde Life

Mesti korang heran. Afiq ni blog dua kali sehari ni... dia ada life ke?

Afiq takde life

Afiq suka fikir benda bukan-bukan. Buat short movie pelik-pelik, buat kad nama orang, pegi Melawati beli pasir kucing, pegi Giant beli Friskies, sewa movie dekat EZ Video Shop, hirup sup Torpedo Maphilindo (zakar lembu memang enak, lagi-lagi bila dikaitkan dengan idea gagasan Malaysia-Indonesia-Filipina) beli tisu dekat kedai mamak sebab hidung tetiba meradang, beli KLUE dekat Kedai Buku Mamak pastu isi minyak kereta sepuloh ringgit dekat Shell.

Sejak awek dah takde, aktiviti-aktiviti biasanya dilakukan seorang diri atau bertemankan Megat atau Suhail.

Balik bilik, Afiq akan makan rojak yg dibungkus kat Melawati tadi, replace pasir kucing, tukar biskut kucing, main-main sikit ngan Shasha pastu tulis skrip sambil berangan tepi tingkap. Dalam pu

Afiqsays RESIGN ALREADY!!!!!

Apparently, some of my ex-classmates who are studying overseas is both fascinated and saddened by the state of our country. Bloggers are getting detained again and politicians are runing awol, leaving traces of lies and deceits.

I don't think Abdullah Badawi understands why bloggers are trying to scathe his image. I don't think Pak Lah is man enough to admit that everyone in this country, from makcik nasi lemak to highranking CEOs is in concensus that he is not fit to be a leader anymore.

Blogs are the newly appointed trusted sources of information because the media is becoming irrelevant and politically motivated. People are fed up reading things they no longer or will never believe. It is time for Pak Lah to step down and give the throne to Najib before Anwar and the opposition garner enough momentum to push the current government off the brink they're on.

Anwar's arrest will only get more worldwide attention. Thanks to Ananda Krishnan, a vast majority of Malaysians have access to BBC, Aljazeera and CNN so we will not fall prey to reports of the state of our country potrayed by Bulletin Utama anymore. This will cause more BN leaders to 'convert' to save their asses to retain their status as prominent politicians.

I still think BN is the most relevant coalition for the time being because it has a half-century old understanding. It may not be perfect but like the country they're governing, they are growing. As the rakyat finally comprehend their power as citizens, BN will receive more constructive criticism and will make reforms to perfect its sense of governing. The evergrowing opposition will aid the improvement and if it doesn't, they will be appointed as the government in a timely manner. This will allow them to reach an understanding on how Malaysia should be led.

Pakatan Rakyat is still a pakatan. It's basically a collection of groups with different interest whose main short-term objective is to topple the giant. After the giant is toppled, they will squabble and fight, dismissing their basic responsibilities to uphold their racial-religion based idealism, deteriorating racial intergration and harmony of our country. This is only natural because PR is still a premature coalition.

In the economic turmoil we're in, the rakyat cannot afford our elected politicians to squabble away with their interests. We need a united front that has whole-hearted support from the rakyat to implement plans to develop sustainable energy, eradicate poverty, strengthen unity and educate the rakyat to prepare ourselves for the rough journey ahead.

In a nutshell, we the rakyat need Dato' Abdullah Badawi to step down as Prime Minister as soon as possible.

Critics Are Human Too

Kirk Honeycutt of The Hollywood Reporter said the film lacked "cinematic intrigue and nail-biting tension" and that "the central menace ... does not pan out as any kind of Friday night entertainment."

Variety's Justin Chang thought the story "... covers territory already over-tilled by countless disaster epics and zombie movies, offering little in the way of suspense, visceral kicks or narrative vitality to warrant the retread."

Joe Morgenstern of Wall Street Journal said the film was "woeful clunker of a paranoid thriller" and described it as "befuddling infelicities, insistent banalities, shambling pace and pervasive ineptitude".

Critics will be critics. I think their favourite method judging Shyamalan's movies is by comparison. They compare it with his first success The Sixth Sense and with other filmmakers of the thriller genre. Or maybe, just maybe, the critics don't understand the seriousness of the values and message weaved to his movies. The suicide phenomena in The Happening revolves around the implication of human destruction of the environment. He presented a theory that's so imaginatively realistic and heartfelt it inadvertently sends chills up my spine. I prefer a thriller with a realistic implication of realization and fear than a thriller with strong cinematic performance.


Lady In The Water made me cry like dying old man. It's not supposed to be a sad movie but I find his idea of existence very very relatable. And I liked it when he killed a film critic. He's sending a subtle message: critics can kiss my black indian ass! Critics responded by giving his movie terrible reviews and potrayed him as a narcissistic and arrogant human being. Instead of ignoring this movie, review readers like me was curious as of how this came to be, what made critics scathed his movie more than they ever would to the American Pie Chronicles, only to find out the human side of critics. They were angry because they were potrayed as useless witless stuck up wads so they souped revenge.

Remember that time when Yasmin Ahmad was heavily criticized by Raja Azmi and Faisal Tehrani. Yasmin Ahmad, whose movies and advertisments were screened worldwide and introduced our very own Malaysian culture was bombarded by criticism by a novel author whose book did not even reach 3 km off the parameters of Malaysia and the director of Haru biru. Yes, the director of Haru Biru. Yes yes, she's that bad.

Don't judge a movie by its reviews.

What does Ivanka, T. Zafrul and Gates have in common? All of them are successful individuals who hails from successful families.

So does this mean that to be a success, we have to be born from a success?

They are successful because they examplified their parents' hardwork and

Preparations

I'm sight-seeing. Sight-seeing IIUM. Jalan jalan makan jajan.

I'm looking for locations in IIUM that has emotional qualities. The tunnel from the guys dorm to ECONS is daunting and lonely. The straight upward walkway at Bilal has a sense of sickly repetition. The lake at male sport complex is a corrupt enchantress.

CAC's front lawn is graduation.

Siddiq's cafe is a potluck of diversity. Bilal's cafe is patience. Othman's cafe is hope. Ali's cafe is ritual. Zubair's cafe is new.

I will inject continuation of scenes and spaces that proportionally delegates the sequence of emotions. This part is important because if it is falsely tempered with, the sequence will appear cheesy and (put-ups put-ons put-ins) fake.

I need a main actor who is averagely good looking. Not Sarawak twinks, kacukan perasan, Mat Gym, Hi-uols Fantasia or over-confident lelaki melayu terakhir. But a simple malay fella from the khampong who has a big heart and an even bigger ambition. He has to look clean and empty so I can soil him and fill him with substance. I detest vainity. He must not appear vain.

I need 5 friends. Three of them must be average and have MRSM sense of fashion. One guy mesti gemok. The other religious-looking.

I need a voice over who has a clear crisp voice. The speaker must be fluent in english and speak Malaysian Mrs. Mathai English. Not Mrs. Newton Oxford English, Mrs. Chong Cina Bukit English or Cik Senah Welkem to A we Kantri English.

I need a tripod and a camera. And a gigantic blue screen.

It'll be nice to have assistants but siapalah nak jadi hamba probono moi?

Unless you insist lah. Call me 016-289 9681 if you want a taste of slavery.

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Shucks

I'm surprised that some readers of this blog visited my stall and had their handwritings analyzed. All 21 of you. So you should know by now that I don't smirk like I do in my pictures. I'm all gusi and gigi! I smile a lot. Not because it's a habit but because you are my customers and I appreciate your effort to come and do business with me. I'm truly flattered.

I'm sorry I couldn't be the Afiq you imagined me to be through my writing. Apparently, I'm not suicidal, I gorge like a hungry monkey and I'm not cynical nor am I sarcastic. You have to see it to believe it. I do however wear black and only black. Black can never go out of style.

My stall was often frequented by girls. Guys are too egoistic to get their personality checked. Well I wouldn't know since I never check my own. Imagine that. I did thousands of handwriting analyzing but never my own. It's the rule of the trade. My trade. My rule.

I think I've already acquired enough money to buy a good quality tripod. Takde camera nak beli tripod apa cerita? To give me motivation basically, to remind me of my dream to be an oscar winning director, to tell myself I can do whatever I want if I put my heart and mind into it.

Last night Suhail and me talked for 3 straight hours from 1 am to 4 am. As corny as this might sound, I realized that many of my close friends are not afraid to express their feelings. Maybe that's why we're friends in the first place, because we're honest to each other and enjoy each other's company. Or maybe its Maybelline. Click the add. Click the add.

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