I brought some friends to go see Actorlympics last night. I was already officially an Actorlympics-holic. If you thought that was bad enough, tonight, I brought my whole family (parents, sister, brother-in-law and cousin) go see the Actorlympics. It's sick, I know, to subject them to many-laughs-a-minute kinda torture for 90 minutes. That's why I am now now officially a confirmed chronic Actorlympics-holic.

I need help. Is there an Actorlympic-holics Anonymous therapy group that I can join?

I bet there's no other show where you can find Ida Nerina, Douglas Lim, Sabrina, Afdlin Shauki, Na'a Murad and Edwin Sumun opening (and closing) to the song and dance routine of Akademi Fantasia. Right after we all stood and sang Negaraku prior to the show too. I did not get pulled on stage this time around but Bibi did. She got Afdlin to sell her the "Bubble of Fear" to ward off other direct sellers after breathing his breath. Eddie from the audience got Ida Nerina to dig Douglas Lim's nose (something that no other directors in Malaysia has managed to get Ida to do for the price of the show's ticket too, mind you) and subsequently spank him to the tune of Lionel Richie's Hello. The best had to go to Vishen (of Setapak) who got Afdlin to do the titty (nipple) twister to Na'a to the tune of Michael Jackson's Bad. If anybody thinks that Actorlympics blows nanny goats, well, "whateverrrr". You can definitely "talk to the fingerrrrr" (waves pinkie finger up).

My sixth time attending Actorlympics and tonight's show has been the best so far. I'm officially an Actorlympics-holic now.

See also: Actorlympics - Stars War: Revenge Of The Colonic Menaces, Actorlympics: Year Of The Rooster, Actorlympics: Acropolis Now, Actorlympics 2003 and Actorlympics 2002.

Today in 2001, 2002, 2003, and 2004. Happy 4th, Cybersonique-dot-Org.

I've always been a fan of Afdlin Shauki's work. Whether it's the shows he's hosting, the music he's making, the movies he's producing or acting in, he brings and makes a difference in all of them. This is an article he wrote on the New Man magazine when he was a guest editor not too long ago. He has put it up on his website but I'd like to keep it here for posterity. It's something that kinda strikes me deep.

Continue reading The Boy Who Became A Man To Become A Boy.

The dude who once sat on me in front of a live audience and subsequently restored my bowel movements to its regular state, i.e. Afdlin Shauki, has a weblog running. Some quotable quotes so far:

• Okaylah first of all, thank kayu daun kerladi kepada semua yang mengunjung blog ini dan kalau anda datang untuk spam site ini, biarlah satu hari anda termakan spam ketika berjalan-jalan mencari makan di luar negeri.
• Sumbang mahram - sounds like a charity organisation doesn't it? "Sudahkah anda membuat sumbangan mahram anda?" hee hee...
• Then i'm going to menyembah berhala kat rtm untuk programme-programme rtm.
• Having children, I think, is the best thing that I have experienced in my life, second only to the actual act of making them.
• When the bass player stops playing, it's called a drum solo.. or ...errr something like that la.
• Jangan dia ingat budak gemuk yang tenang tak ada bela buaya.

Go see what else is Inside Afdlin Shauki's Head.

Update (Aug 20): Not only has he lost his mind, he's linked this humble site of mine from his too! I have my bowels forever indebted to him now.

I got myself on the weighing machine today. The last time being two weeks ago. From what it tells me, I'm now lighter by 5 kgs since then and am now underweight from my supposed ideal weight by 2 kgs. From what I can tell, the amount of food I'm consuming (and subsequently excreting) versus the amount of energy I'm using lately are not in equilibrium. Since I can only eat (and excrete) so much, the logical thing to do is to spend more time vegetating.

The barber I've been getting my haircut from since my first ever haircut post potong jambul has finally retired. I'm now barber-less and sporting that Hugh Grant hair again. Somebody also told me the other day that if anybody were to observe me for several days, he or she can pretty much figure out all the clothes that I have in my wardrobe.

Toldya I'm retrosexual.

It has come to a point where wearing a mask indoors is inevitable. At the rate it's going, soon it's going to be an exercise in futility. Maybe now is a good time to bring on another of those aural assaults that are not only ear bleeding and suicide inducing, it is known to bring heavy rain as well not too long ago. Hopefully it will bring some Wind Of Change as its namesake goes. I doubt the song will bring tears to anyone's eyes but I guess we're way past that already in these kind of conditions. Do the raindance while you're at it too, will ya? We're desperate for some good clean air, the sun and clear blue skies with white fluffy clouds. This geek is getting too pale and pasty skinned already.

Kiniku dah rasa bosan
Malas terasa, biarku bersendirian
Kiniku dah rasa malas
Semua citaku, asyik dihalang dibidas
Ku di sini terasa bosan
Apa nak jadi hari ni baru ku perasan
Hidup ku asyik dipenuhi kekosongan
Segala citaku dibendung tanpa alasan
Malasnya, biarkan ku bersendirian
Ku tak fahami betapa kejam dunia
Ku hanya ingin mencapaikan cita-cita
Salahkah aku jika citaku 'gak berbeza?