Currently Playing: Mogwai-Hunted By A Freak.
You know what? I think I want to learn the drums, just for the sake of releasing tension. There isn’t anything unIslamic about it, and it’d sure be as heck of an experience slamming around.
I’m not stressed, but I think I may be insane. Since the rule of psychosis vehemantly states that crazy people do not know they’re crazy until they reach a state of lucidity, I thought hey, I’m lapsing and I know it. Ummi thinks it’s a psychosis of another nature, namely, a phobic fear of something that doesn’t exist.
I’m losing it. I’ve become more anti-social, and when I do make contact with people, sometimes its real and sometimes its not. I’m withdrawing more and more these days, and at times I’m just trapped in the inner recesses of my mind for long long periods each day. Let me tell ya, it isn’t a friendly playground in there. Something is not altogether stable upstairs.
I don’t live anymore. I just sort of…float. Daily prayers don’t have the same effect on me as they usually do, and Quranic recitals have become fewer than last time. I’m doing something wrong…I just can’t figure it out. There are moments where I feel happier when I’m depressed. Interactions are at minimal and I tire of the outside world because its so darn hopeless anyway. I haven’t been reading the newspapers for more than a month now. Even the book listed under my Currently Reading slot is not enjoyed as it should be, and I’m finding too many minor distractions from it. Yeah, its that bad.
Letting all this makes me feel somewhat normal again somehow. Maybe Ummi was right.
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I am the worst person you could watch a movie with. Widad learned that the hard way. I don’t ask or pester her with questions during the movie throughout. Nah, I do something better. I spill out the whole plot before it even unfolds and we end up watching the movie by narrating the scenes before they play out. Is it just me, or has Hollywood gotten that predictable? I’d make guesses here and there, and walla, everything fits my prediction. I know the ending before the ending.
Or maybe I’m psychic kot. Oh well. Better psychic than psychotic.
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I didn’t think I had the stomach to handle any violent gory movies other than the classic Godfather and Tarantino’s Kill Bill Volumes, but Snatch. proved me wrong. It was a chance viewing, but this film left me in stitches, despite the fact that all the characters were shooting each other’s guts out and spewing foul language everywhere. There’s nothing like cutting British humour to set the sides splitting.
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Since we’re on the subject of movies, how do you figure that this movie got banned in Malaysia? I went ballistic when Aufa told me it had already come out in Singapore a long time back. If something as crappy as Bruce Almighty got past our Censorship Board and onto our cinema screens, how the heck did an inspirational, award-winning, top-rated film directed by a Muslim director about an estranged father and son travelling to Makkah get the boot? I don’t get it.
Watching the trailer already made me catch my breath…especially during the Hajj scene itself. Tak kira, I’m buying it jugak. Lantaklah if its pirated, since this is a case of definite duress, caused by the MCB. I’ve tried downloading it, but its taking too long. Finding the DVD will be another task altogether, so if you happen to have it, you know where to find me. I need to watch it.
Why am I making such a big deal out of this? Because its usually international Muslim movies that make me more proud and aware of my identity as a Muslim than the local movie industry in our own backyard. How ironic, really.
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Does anyone have a free-size straightjacket?
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Enough said here.
..the main issue is int islamic productions right?
i spos u just have to identify what’s the matter first before making the next step.
