Muhibbah

Stacy: Eh Kim Lee, kamek suda fed up la dengan photographer kitak neh!

Kim Lee: Lu ingat lu solang ka fed up? Gusi gua sudah kebas ooo..

Roziah: Itulah pasal. Gigi aku dah sejuk ditiup dek angin. Cepatlah abang Pohji!

Letchmi: Manegam sammyvelly babas alagapas! Kuchi kuchi vannakam...

You and I know that this display of muhibbah is really a put-on. In the light of everything that's going on involving racial hatred in Malaysia, it's important to remind ourselves that we are strongest when we are united.

Yes yes, the Sultan may be out of line when he appointed the new MB over the old one because he has no constitutional right to do so.

Let's forget about the wheelchair-bound sikh and the new mamak MB. Let's focus on unity. Let's focus on Muhibbah. And what better way to realize this than to watch a clip of an indian girl fighting a malay girl over a chinese boyfriend. Oh yes, there's also an indonesian pak guard and a tudung clad girl (who is probably the malay girl's friend)



Ini baru orang panggil Muhibbah.

Kisah Minyak Belacak Si Afiq

Korang tak perasan ke, kaum Melayu ni kan obses dengan senjata lelaki mereka. Look around people, macam-macam produk

Any Suggestions?

I think making music video is a terrific way to practice filmmaking. I heard an interview on BFM 89.9 that to be an expert on something, we need 10 000 hours of practice on that specific skill. Ten fucking thousand. That's like 3 hours a day for 4 years. And since I'm not in film school, I like to preoccupy my free time practicing this art.

I was already finished with Taylor Swift's 'Our Story' storyboard but decided to use local music instead. Why? Because I think we are in dire need of good music videos.

I have several songs in mind already but I'm open for suggestions. Tell me what's your favourite local songs and I'll consider them. I doesn't matter if its genre is indie, rock or ballad for as long as its Malaysian. If you like the songs so much, you can even tell me a concept you're thinking of that I could use for the music video. It'll be fun.

The Oscars Goes To...

Owh man, I know loads of people think that Slumdog Millionaire is overrated but I was so ecstatic that it won best picture that I might have peed in my pants a little bit when they announced it live.

4 Peringkat Ajal Didn't Make It To the Top 10

I was devastated when I checked the results yesterday. My film 4 Perangkat Ajal didn't make it to the top 10 spot in Astro Kirana's Short Film Competition. Dang! It was worth a shot anyways.

Now I feel like my internal organs are stooping lower than its usual position. I'm saddened but not sad, angered but not angry.

Check out the finalists' films here.

All of them were pretty damn good. They truly deserved being in the top 10. What's that you say? You think I'm pretending to be nonchalant about all this? You think I'm putting up a happy face to hide my dissapointment?

I can't say I'm not dissapointed because I know for a fact that I am. It's a kind of dissapointment that didn't bother me though. I know, weird. My head is not syncing to the pace of my heart. My head is too pre-occupied with:

1. Me Myself and Madba

2. VitaminBC

3. Play Rewind

I thought this would be my big break but I guess I've to do the 'breaking' myself. I mean, look up any academy award directors and you will find out that none of them won any awards when they first started filmmaking. (yes, this trivial fact comforts me)

What's for certain is I want to make good and entertaining films so bad that losing this doesn't really make a difference.

But it would've been a blast I had won....

Haih...

10 Benda Pelik Hari Ini

1. Pakcik tua dekat cyber cafe area Melawati menaip message yang lucah untuk dihantar kepada SazzyFeera melalui Friendster. Pakcik yang sama yang aku dengar melalut pasal kes zina bebudak flat area Pandan Indah dekat kedai mamak tadi.

2. Tiga budak sekolah bertudung ikut aku merata-rata dekat Giant tadi. Awal-awal aku ingatkan kebetulan tapi lepas dah setengah jam mengekori aku, aku terus ke toilet and tunggu dorang give up. Dorang tak give up jugak. So aku buat-buat beli kondom. Lagi dorang ikut. Aku give up.

3. Kalau sebab gambar semi-nude pun Elizabeth Wong boleh resign position EXCOnya, baik aku delete gambar XXX aku sekarang.

4. Budak-budak kampung Sungai Pusu main game FIFA, CS, WWE dan Command&Conquer mengalahkan aku tapi guna Microsoft Word pun tak reti sehinggakan memanggil aku untuk tolong dorang save document.

5. Aku keluar daripada masjid selepas Solat Jumaat and terus pergi kedai mamak, dorang tak pergi sembahyang pun. Yang anehnya isteri-isteri dorang datang dengan bekal makan tengahari dorang. Benda pelik pertama: Kenapa perlu bekal untuk suami yang bekerja dekat kedai yang jual makanan 24/7? Makanan kedai mamak ada side effect untuk mamak ke? Benda pelik kedua: Kenapa isteri dorang ni ada tilak/bindi dekat dahi dorang? Bukan kedai mamak ni dikendalikan oleh orang india Islam ke?

6. Roommate aku merajuk semacam dekat aku. Setahu aku aku roommate mithali.

7. Mungkin semalam aku tegur dia sikit sebab dia jawab call awek orang waktu pagi-pagi buta. Kalau aku mula tegur tu maksudnya something is awfully wrong somewhere lah. Pesanan: buat kat orang, kita kena balik nanti.

8. Cafeteria Bilal letak Gula dalam milo ais dorang. Mahal sangat ke Susu? Memang nak kena letak flyer tak puas hati dekat seluruh Bilal supaya dorang berhenti letak gula dalam minuman yang sepatutnya tak bergula.

9. Seluar dalam boxer aku longgar pagi ni. Adakah ini bermaksud aku telah lose weight atau fabric softener yang aku ada effect pada fabrik yang 20% polyester.

10. Kenapa aku blog dalam Bahasa Melayu pasar hari ni? Pelik.

Ada Apa Dengan Dara

Mr. A is a socially adept young man who religiously hangs out at mamak stalls to watch important football matches.

Ko teruna lagi ke?

Mr. A: Eh, teruna macam mana tu?

Dah pernah ada hubungan seks ngan perempuan.

Mr. A: Apa punya soalan ni bhai? Mestilah... tak. Hahahaha.

Dengan siapa ko first buat?

Mr. A: Dengan ex aku lerr.

Ada beza tak before and after ko pecah teruna?

Mr. A: Ko budget aku perempuan ke bhai? Kita mana ada selaput dara... lagipun memang takde beza lansung sebelum and selepas. Langsung takda. Kalau ada tu maksudnye member kita ni terlebih emo!

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Mr. B is a dean's list student who is also an avid japanese anime and mangga follower.

Ko teruna lagi ke?

Mr. B: Ko ingat aku siapa? Selagi aku tak kahwin, selagi tu akan jadi teruna.

So ko budget ko ni baik lah? Hahaha!

Mr. B: Eh ko tanya tanya aku ni mesti ko dah buat! Zina tu Afiq! Zina masuk neraka Jahannamm.

Belumlah, memandai je ko.

Mr. B: Yeye je, kalau tak asal berani sangat tanya benda benda ni. Selalunya orang berani tanya berani buat.

Full Metal Panic baru dah keluar belum?

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Miss C is a tudung clad interior design student.

Nak tanya soalan private sikit boleh tak?

Miss C: Hmmmph.. tanya lah.

Apa pendapat you pasal dara? Penting ke dara?

Miss C: Ikut orang jugak Afiq. Tapi personally I think it's very important to be... pure.

How important?

Miss C: Have you seen dramas yang kalau heroin kena rogol, dia gigil-gigil semacam tepi perigi...

...Macam cerita Embun?

Miss C: Hahaha, lebih kuranglah, people like these feel like their harga diri depends on their virginity. Their maruah and family honour.

Are you a virgin?

Miss C: Apa punya soalan ni Afiq? Mestilah!

I'm just asking...

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Miss D is a PR student with two constantly vibrating handphones.

You're not a virgin?

Miss D: No, I'm not not.

Who did the honours? You recent boyfriend?

Miss D: Nah, I did it myself.

Can you even do that?

Miss D: Of course WE can!

Gosh, I didn't know that that's even possible...

Miss D: Yea well, you know gymnasts too lose their virginity when they were really really young because they have to stretch and stuff.

But you're not a gymnast...

Miss D: You're cute Afiq.

Different people have different opinions on virginity. Those who had (premarital) sex regard virginity as something trivial and those who are practicing abstinence don't even want to talk about sex, let alone issues regarding virginity.

Most see virginity as a technical term for piercing of the hymen and some see it as a spiritual state of being (like Virgin Mary). Some girls are so keen on protecting their virginity but had to comply to their boyfriends' urges that they resort to anal-sex.

The way I see it, girls lose their virginity when their hymen is penetrated. It doesn't matter how it happened because the result would still be the same.

Men's virginity is only a vague tell-tale knowledge reserved only for himself. There is no physical evidence that can prove a man's virginity anyway and the man's account of his virginity can easily be a palpable lie.

So does this mean that the term Virgin can only be used on women because men have no permanent physical reaction to sex?

(I know that the hymen can be restored by means of medical or traditional surgery but the physical reaction to penetration is still imminent)

As a human being, I know that a girl's virginity does not represent her self worth but as a man, it would be preferable if my future wife is a virgin (if she's not a widow). Am I being biased? I don't know. Maybe I am.

Desaturated Tuesday

Declare Independance

When I was 19, I announced to my friends that I will commit suicide. When I was 16, I threatened the whole family to jump off the window. When I was 17, I made out with a middle age chinese woman in a unoccupied shop lot. When I was 18, I slept on a hillside in a middle of a storm. When I was 20, I rented a motorcycle in Bali and wandered aimlessly for a week.

And yet, it is amazing that a lot of people think of me as a naive person who never actually live life.

I do give the impression because when I do something for the first time, I will get giddy and excited. People naturally assume that I'd never do anything beyond my comfort zone which is something I'm okay with. I will also report a version of my story that they are comfortable with. This way, it is easier to get away with things when people assume anything consequential I do is my first. I also don't own up to my bravado with the way I speak or act. There is no pool of wisdom in my eyes. There is no streak of macho exuberence in my air, just a hint of Givenchy.

And the way I go on and on about the health benefits (influenced by the saint of macrobioism) of sesame seed and millet...

Somehow throughout the years, my angst dissipated. Crazy hormones had left the building. I'm no longer driven to do anything remotely crazy. I mellowed down. I am beginning to live up to people's impression of me. Instead of getting more confident and complacent with myself, I'm getting more self conscious and let the worse of my insecurities take hold of my self-worth. So for a few days I wondered why this happened.

Yesterday I switched on the lights. Then I switched it off. And on. And off. On. Off.

Today I made up my mind. I'm declaring my independance. Every week I will do something I've never done before in my life. One week, one unique experience. This is my way to declare myself free of the trappings of the system. You know the system... It's our preconceive ideas of life brought by cultural boundaries and misinterpretation of our religion.

Declare Independance!

A la liberté!

Desaturated Sunday

Afiqsays 10 Most Beautiful People

Adriana Lima

Jared Leto.

Oluchi Onweagba

Mitch Hewer

Regina Spector

Mario Maurer

Joe Jonas

Jennifer Connelly

Nicholas Hoult

Karolina Kurkova

Old Friends

I met an old school mate of mine yesterday. Mind you, she's not old. She's 21.

For me, meeting old friends is like eating my favourite dish that I haven't had for years. Upon tasting, my tastebud will taste nothing but stale metal and slowly, the sweet and sour of friendship will resurface. What I usually do (or prefer to do) is to share a few minutes of silence with them. For my close guy friends, I'll hug them for at least a whole minute but for girls, I'll drink a cup of coffee and stare at their faces.

I know a lot of people don't do this. They meet their old friends, talk talk talk talk and talk some more. They brag brag brag and stop bragging. They whine whine whine and they start appreciating. Not a single moment is spent just being quiet, enjoying the sheer company of each other and smile with absolutely no reason.

I wonder why.

I guess meeting up old friends for some people is a time to find out how themselves are progressing since god knows when. It's like seeing a progressometer to judge how the old friends are doing and compare their growth to yours. They might tell you that they ask and tell about each other's progress because time is short so they have make good use of their time with you and spill every details but in my frank opinion, friendship is so much more that trivial pursuits.

So much more than "I've been doing this...", "You know what?" and "And I was like.."

If human beings relate to each other with the money they have, the state of mind they're in and the life they're leading, humanity is just a big corporate organization with high ranking executives, senior managers, art directors, secretaries and domestic cleaners.

Change is Good

Change is good. I spent most of yesterday night thinking of a new layout for this blog. I had nothing to do so what the hell.

"Embrace your vanity, your photoshop skills and Malaysians' who dig chinese looking malay dudes!" I told myself last night.

Power of Prayers

I've always believe in the power of prayers. I was informed that a collegemate of mine, Faris Syafiq was forced into a coma at Hospital Serdang yesterday when he was diagnosed with Denggi Berdarah.

Yes, people react differently to deaths and terminal illnesses, I know. I will usually become unusually fussy and OCD when I hear news of terminal illnesses and cry a river when people I know die. My roommate is the quiet confident type (or he attempts to be) and will pretend like nothing happened. I couldn't say I'm annoyed by his reaction because he can't be all paranoid too when a prissy sprays every surface in plain sight with Shieldtox. He needs to be strong and tell me that I'm just being paranoid. He'eh macam suami isteri pulak kitorang!

Let's all pray for Faris's speedy recovery.

Faris Syafiq, if there's internet connection in the realm you're in, we desperately need you to wake the fuck up!

The Tame Bird was in a Cage

I prayed hard last night and woke up with no answers. I opened the window to let in stinging rays of sunlight when I heard a weird chirping sounds. It wasn't regular chirping that I heard but an over excited squeals of delight. I looked around and I saw a black bird with one crippled wing. It can't fly so it hopped on branches of a shady tree where its nest is. And around the crippled bird are half a dozen fully capable birds that came to the crippled bird's tree to sing along.

Imagine a Vienna boys choir group singing Vengaboys' "Shalalalala, shalala in the morning~"

Birds are men without sorrows and men are birds without wings. There is a fine line between freedom and constrain and the best of men will find that neither would ever define themselves. There is so much to know about life, so much to do with it and so little time to do it.

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The Tame Bird was in a Cage

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.

They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky."

The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands."
The cage bird sings, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands."

There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."

- R. Tagore

A Fool in Love

All my life I was made to believe that I have a mission and that mission kept me disciplined and driven to do what I was told to do. Now that mission recedes as my understanding of life increases, somehow, along with it I lost my will to be self-disciplined and driven.

This happened 2 years ago. Since then my journey of self discovery begun. I learnt that when passion drives me, I let reason hold the reins. The only problem is, I'm still stuck in a world I built on false pretense.

I then decided to finish architecture anyway so I could at least get hold of a degree. I don't hate architecture. I love architecture. I can talk about buildings for hours on end but I don't find designing buildings stimulating. It doesn't excite of thrill me. What can I say, I'm a fool in love. What can I do?

You know what? It's time to try out Solat Istikharah. I heard it's effective.

A long conversation with God is long overdue anyway.

Bringing Sexy Back

Palindrome

Today is 9/2/2009

No no, Sarah Palin didn't conquer Rome and called it Palindrome. A palindrome is a word, phrase, number or other sequence of units that can be read the same way in either direction like:

Madam, I'm Adam.

Do geese see God?

Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog.

Napoleon Bonaparte who was exiled by the British at Elba Island used palindrome to express his sadness: Able was I ere I saw Elba. Even The Fall of Troy made a song with the famous palindrome "A Man, A Plan, A Canal, Panama" as title. Other Palindromes are so random, they make no sense at all like:

Swap God for a janitor, rot in a jar of dog paws.

I, madam, I made radio! So I dared! Am I mad? Am I?

Then it came to me, we should have malay palindromes. We'll call it Palindroma! I came up with some already:

A guy expressing his anger:

Marah macam haram!

Ramu, Umar's friend came to visit his dermatologist friend:

Umar malas turap parut, salam Ramu.

Hanim when she realize that her sister converted to Christianity:

Hanim bilas salib Minah.

A pendakwah persuading an Iban community to realize that the prophet is not super-human:

Hal Nabi macam Iban lah..

A sadistic child showing a strip of intestine to his squirmish sister:

Ahah! Su! Su! Satu utas usus! Haha!

When a mother hears tales of his naughty child's mischief:

Lah.. macam macam hal!

Mala's chicken holds the secret of virtual reality:

Ayam Mala macam alam maya.

Ita's boyfriend's friend reminding him that his girlfriend will not forgive him easily....:

Mati! Hati Ita hitam

.... because Itah is the jealous type:

Itah iri hati.

Caution, boa constrictor!:

Awas! Ada sawa!

Usap malam-malam pasu~~

Don't Celebrate Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day is coming up soon. Just so you know, I don't celebrate nor do I believe the significance of February 14.

Saint Valentine, the matyr (mati syahid kalau dalam Islam) patron of lovers was in fact either a bishop or a priest. Just in case you're ill-informed of the celibate life of Christian monks, bishops, priests, there were not allowed to have sex or even spend more than necessary time with women. So how does a death of a priest that were later made a saint be the epitome of love?

Love for God, yes. But love for your girlfriends and boyfriends?

I rest my case. Like any other popular christian celebration like Chrismas or Easter Day, Valentine's Day is another holy day tainted by the likes of commercialism. And yes, it's a christian celebration. I'm a muslim. So I don't see why muslims should get caught up with the hype. Muslims are human beings too, I know. Some monumental sinners like Anwar Ibrahim are devout muslims, I know. Islam acknowledges individuality and freedom of choice as long as it doesn't conflict with its basic belief system.

Like you, I hate listening to Ustazs and Ustazahs telling me how to act or talk or react. Who the hell are you to tell me how I should think? Since when my opinions can be regulated by the likes of you? I know how you feel about people who to tells you that in Islam, you can't do this, you can't do that, haram! haram! nanti masuk neraka! with an outdated holier-than-thou approach.

But I'm old enough to distinct the unadulterated logic behind magma molten insults and ill-delivered advice. In the end God Almighty will judge my deeds and sins and not judgemental fart-wards who tainted the holy guidance of Islam. Fuck them and their attitude towards modern day youths. They attributed to muslim teenagers' reluctance to learn about Islam. It's not our faults that our parents are incompetent when it comes to the holy teaching of Islam. Now that we want to learn, you fuckers turn us away with your index fingers and intimating glares.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, Valentine's Day is lame. People who celebrate Valentine's Day are lame, old-fashion and do their cloth shopping at Giant and Carrefour. Only cool people avoid celebrating Valentine's Day. Cool people who reads Twilight while listening to Lisa Loeb's Fools Like Me at Starbucks stay away from Valentine's Day because they're busy talking to their friends about the extended DVD of the movie KAMI.

Who am I kidding? You're too cool to listen to people like me. I read Allan Hollinghurst's Line of Beauty while listening to Scarlatti's Porgolesi at a deserted gerai Nasi Lemak. I'm not cool. By your standards, I'm a self indulgent weirdo. So go, go and spread the words and celebrate my birthday instead.

*ehem* June the 19th *ehem*

Good Afiq Bad Afiq

When I was 9 years old, I was considered a goody two-shoes in my school. I was mocked by some of the more rugged classmates for being a skema malay. Back in the days, budak melayu skema is a rare phenomenon. In Sabah, only chinese students were entitled to be nerds and be cool with it. Malays in the other hand were somewhat expected to be nakal.

Back then, I was under tight supervision of my mother. Even though she hinted that she would like me to be more manly, adventurous and confident, she contradicted her wishes with her strict rules.

When my grades dropped, my parents would point out ridiculous faults like "Itulah suka sangat Ziana Zain ha! Situ Nurhaliza! Mariah Carey!"

"Apalah Bapak merepek ni, sejak bila Afiq suka dorang?" I would thought to myself while imagining all the mentioned celebrities to do the macarena dance to distract myself from talking back. Rule of thumb: do not refute any allegations by parents. Kalau tidak mampuih~ kena rotan!

I purposely did badly in my midterms so I could be 'cool' and join the melayu gang. Who could blame me? I don't speak chinese so automatically it was impossible to become friends with them. I had no one to talk to about my problems and the conflicts I had in school. Mind you, parents those days don't talk empathetically to their children.

So at the risk of becoming a victim to the almighty rotan, I repented and did well in my exams. I befriended Jason Ng and officially established myself as a budak melayu skema. Along the process, I developed a rather strange habit. Every night I sat in front of the mirror and talked to the 'evil Afiq'. I would ask how my day went, switch off the drawing table light and answer the question with a coarse voice (like Gollum in LOTR) The moment I switch on the drawing table light, I'll turn back into the good Afiq and so on and so forth.

Why am I telling you this? I'm writing a short script about me communicating with my evil twin. I'm honing my script writing skill. I was told that I suck at it.

I haven't figure out what we'll talk about (between good Afiq and evil Afiq) but it is likely that our personalities will be of stark contrast. I think it's good practice and I can start tonight!

I think I'm referring my evil twin as Madba!

(I took and edit this photo 3 years ago)

The Mystery of Time Travelling

Like most of you guys, I grew up hoping that the future me would invent a Doraemon robot to help me out with my homework. And for a time, I always imagined that my study table drawer is a time travelling gateway. Unlike the movie Back to the Future, Fujiko F. Fujio had a more sensible theory of time travel: it works as a loop. The event where time travelling takes place will simply repeat itself infinitely and people only realize this because the intervention of the loop can be seen or understood.

My theory of time travel differs because if I hypothetically travel back in time, I will not see myself in the past, I would just rewind the physical events that had taken place, leaving my mind perceptible of both the future and the past and would therefore affect a ripple of change with my choice of decisions in the future like the butterfly effect.

We live in a continuous loop with no definite end. Even when we die, we will still be in existence. Religions pointed this out in various details: reincarnation, karma, heaven and hell, etc. but what comes around goes around and this continuous loop is what made our actions trigger equal reactions. And you know what? We can all experience the existence of this loop when we get Deja Vus.

If time travelling is possible, in my opinion, we could do so only by activating a deeper level of consciousness. I haven't seen or experience such a thing yet, and even if I had, proofs of such undertakings would be perceived as forecasting and not time travelling. I think mediums who could communicate with people of the future or the past have the ability to bend their sense of time and relativity with their minds.

I'm applying this theory for Rewind, a short film about a guy who could control his deeper level of consciousness and rewind time with a typical dvd option paved on anywhere he wants it to be. It'll be super cool. Einstein-Hawking-Ringo Starr cool! Ice cube cool!

You're Asking Moi?

"What do you think of your..."

"Well since you asked... I think I'm slightly overweight, I've a tendency to..."

"Not you lah Budak Perasan! I'm asking you about 4PA."

"You want me to comment on my own work????"

"Why the hell not?"

"You're asking moi?"

"Yes, I'm asking vous!"

"Okay then, read my blog tonight!"

Ok well, if you ask me now I've to tell you that I'm quite dissapointed with the film. I'm not falling prey to false modesty but I feel that way to all my previous works. So in a way I'm never completely happy with anything I did. I'm the happiest human being on earth when I'm doing it but the outcome will usually make me strive even harder to get things right and even then, when it is all done, I will still be unhappy. It's really like courting an impossibly angelic being. I know she's too good for me and when I do approach her I will make mistakes and give her a bad impression, but she's the love of my life and I made it a mission in my life to marry her.

It's the first script I'd ever written and I didn't know what to expect from the the delivery. And now I do. Now I know how to approach people's attention and make good use of visual motion and sound to make my story felt. Like anything else worth doing, I felt that I learnt a lot from this experience and this will pave a way for more effective jongleur-ing.

I'm not exactly commenting on my own work am I? Don't get me wrong, I'm the first person who realized the abundance of incompetence in 4PA but I don't regret the process of making it. I learnt a lot. I learnt about editing, writing, acting, mood control and flow. But most of all, I learnt that this is the one thing I want to do in life and I'm grateful to God that He made me realize this.

Did I answer your question Razak?

"Woi Afiq!"

"Ye"

"Meja ko bersepah giler!"

"Pedulik pulak aku.."

"Meja ko menunjukkan keperibadian ko tau!"

"Oh ye ke? Sila explain saudara.."

"Okay"

Amin told me that I am a priority freak, caring and temperamental. I would like to think that I'm..

Forgetful

Sentimental

and childish

But then again, who am I to judge myself! If the state of my study table can tell me the type of person I am then this could apply to any of my domestic necessities. If this is so, my CD shack tells me that I'm indulgent, my food cupboad tells me that I'm fat and my drawer where I keep all my underwear tells me that I'm empty?

Rewind

Yesterday I felt the pang of losing my kitten Manja. Somebody took her away. I didn't cry or even show any emotions that might give away my state of grieving. My silence wasn't decided. It just happened. In split seconds I knew this was coming: Yes, I have to make a 'silent' short film.

I'm thinking to make another short about a guy who just found out he has the power to rewind time. There will be no conversation in this short though. Just visual apprehension of the possibility of time manipulation and the excitements and experimentations that comes with it.

Just thinking about this new venture is making me jittery inside out.