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Sepi Night

I rarely went to cinema to catch Malay movie. I admit I am not that patriotic on Malay movie. But what I did last nite was magical.

I had book movie tickets for Resident Evil in GSC Pavilion for Wednesday nite last Monday. Supposed the movie showtime was 7 pm. But on Monday nite, I watched Astro Ria and happened to know the movie Sepi will be on telly on Wednesday nite, 9 pm. I didnt had the chance to watch it last time cuz I dun prefer to watch sad and sappy movie in Cinema. So I never watch this movie and I was excited.

So, cancel la Resident Evil. =) I wanna share my emotional moment with Sepi.

So I watch it. And the first and second stories were ok. I dun really like Afdlin acting. I dunno, but I feel like he's mengelabah tak tentu hala.. but when he got his heart broken and made a cake out of it, that was the best acting of him ever! That one "sampai" my heart!

Obviously I love the 3rd story, Khalil and Imaan. By now, you should know I love Pierre Andre ( well.. ) so I could be biased. But, I expected from the beginning that Khalil was already dead. I knew it!!! Though Imaan's wig was as disturbing as hell, I could still feel the sadness. Zla was homed during the scene Khalil was murdered and yelled, 'whats eating you?' I was crying a river.. 'He's dead.. I knew it' .. emotional habis :D

I wanna watch this movie again and again and again. When Khalil said 'Jom!'.. it reminded me of someone.

If I had babies someday, I know I would name them, "Mohd Naqib Kahlil" and "Amy Nur Imaan"


Amin.

“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were. ” 
Kahlil Gibran

malam yang SEPI


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