what have you done?

well, my brother posted on his blog something titled

"apa yang tak kena dengan video gambit?" or 'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH GAMBIT's VID?'

well, he really dig up some facts and everything about this video. well, pretty much said, REALLY seek the truth and unveil the not-so-courteous miss ~~*****~~ in her latest (or should i say first) video clip on her song entitled 'Marilah' or 'Come 'on'. you can see more info in my brother's blog.

still don't understand what the big deal is? lemme make it simple.

IT WAS SOOO UNCOOL

it's the kind of thing which excites the community and let people do what they want if they wanna. well, little tip for u, Mr. video-Director. u wanna do that, get a non-malay actor! eww, GROSS.

that is surely not Eastern-like. i understand u wanna get out from the malay identity, and go far beyond the typical industry. well, dude.. u made a HUGE mistake! you can't just experiment something here. yeah, i agree. malaysians are still what we call, in the old days. but dude, you can't change what we are supposed to take care of. our religion. our identity as a muslim country. don't badmouth people when you did wrong and others are trying to make sure nobody make the same mistakes you did. we learn from it. not deny what we did wrong. hopefully this will be the last.

*officially one of the barking dogs he labelled us bloggers* ^^

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