Me and my Akidah: July 2005

Qabz, we meet again

Spent one whole day with Qabilla going to MidValley's Cyber Cafe, walking around klcc, making fun of the cashier in Starbucks and watching War Of The Worlds. Its been like one year since we last hanged out.

Lets see...War of the Worlds...I give this movie a 3 out of 5. A movie with such cool alien machines causing destruction, graphics of citizens turning into ashes as they get shot by their beams and all the sound effects...i get dissapointed about the following. Some things I didn't like about the movie was the unnecessary scenes. Like the part where Ray argues with his son, his daughter shows up and screams at his brother, they hug, he lifts her up and sad music is played. Its so crappy. The ending of the movie kinda sucked, with a happy ending in it after the aliens die just becoz they cant take bacteria. I mean like, thats it? No war between both worlds? I thought it was all just the introduction before the credits started rolling. I left the movie thinking it was a waste of money.

Anyway, me and Qabs got on the LRT station to get to MidValley, when all of a sudden, a witch shows up and says my name in surprise. "Adib?!?!" I look around and I see Lea Izza with his Indian college mate.

So thats about it. We had a fun day before he leaves for UAE again.

The truth shall get you beaten up

Yeap, I've told Shamel the truth about whos phone number it is...rite after he lied to me about some "other things she messaged". Well I didn't really tell him, I just told him to read all the messages I've been recieving in my phone last nite. His smile grew wider as he noticed that all the messages in my phone was what he wanted to send to Y****. He was after my balls! He also took my watch and said that he'll return it after a year for playing a trick on him. But I didn't mind, I'm wearing his watch now. It feels more comfortable wearing his. :D

Its all in the handphone

From left: Syukur & Shamel relaxed after all the training

Rite, while chilling out at the mamak stall with my seniors, i thot about playing a trick on one of them who thinks he's got that 'game' with the girls. I told him about one of the girls in my school whos quite a magnet. We'll call her Y**** for the moment. He then wanted me to introduce him to her (in a playful tone). Me being the smart guy, I sent an SMS message to his phone while I sat just next to him. So then he hears the message being recieved and thot that it was me sending him the message. This is wat i messaged to him...

Hi, this is Y*****, who is this?

He got excited, but scolded me for giving his number to girls without his permission(When actually its my new phone number). This is his reply (part of it was supposed to be in malay) ...

My name is shamel. Did Adib give my phone number to you?

I replied him back when I got home....

Hehe, yea kinda. So has he been talking about me?

His reply...

He says that you are a beautiful women, ok i have to go to sleep. Bye.Gdnite

Ok, so thats about it. I tricked him into thinking my new number was someone elses, can't wait to see that expression on his face when I tell him the truth.

Bee sting

Last night, there were only a few ppl who came for black belt training, my fourth degree black belt master and his 1st degree black belt son. Surprisingly, there were huindreds of bees that entered the gym through the window. Anyway, my master has finally gotten his fourth degree, after so many years of training and teaching, he is now legally allowed to wear the stripes at the sides of his shoulder. It was only one and a half week of not seeing him, and I could finally see him growing white hair. It kinda reminded me of Gandalf the Grey when he became Gandalf the White.

Ok, maybe u can't see much white hair here, but u can see that fourth degree stripe on his shoulder.

A pic of Shamil getting ready for a match with me.

After a while of ass-kicking, I got something I had never gotten before...

you see that bee in the picture? yea, thats the type that stung me after my match...or maybe it shud be though it doesn't really look the bastard that screwed its tiny needle into my neck...

There were hundreds of them swarming around the lights. They didn't look as fat, seemed like wasp. Maybe they were still too young. Shamil being himself by whacking them with our training equipments. They die too easily. The mark on my neck is still there, and it still hurts a bit, but hey, bee stings can be good for your body in someway.

Get outta here!

Since when was it a guys job to ask girls out? Rubish totally agreed after Ken said it. Haven't you ppl ever thought how the word "dating" came into tradition? Who the heck even got this kind of idea in the first place? How did the fag get all the lonely sheeps in the world to follow this tradition? It does amuse me though.

Recieved a message from a favourite cousin of mine. Here it is...

Malay

Thx 4 ur msg. akar yg tlindung jgn dlupa kerana tanpa akar tiada bunga yg indah berkembang mekar. bajailah kejayaan kerana ia satu pjalanan bukn destinasi....

Translated into English
Thnx 4 ur message. Do not forget about the crawling roots that are hidden because without the roots there is no flower that blooms beautifully. Fertilise your success because it is a road, not a destination....

London attacked, Islam is not terrorism

I'm only going to go through this once. I was voting in the Battle of the Blogs and noticed some thing offending about a lady's blog. one of her post which showed a picture of a city with mosques around like this one

the lady started bitching to Islam saying that ppl of London does not deserve being attacked by the recent bombs n all that shit. Like as if Islam teaches terrorism. Look,I don't respect ppl who start attacking other religions unfairly, even worse without any knowledge. I dont care who the heck you are. Just as long as you're in a learning mood about other religions, I can play it cool with you, making sure both sides get our questions answered correctly. I've been looking for christian friends and jewish friends who would tell me something I don't know. Full respects for other religions.

Islam teaches cleanliness, unity, women rights, and all that is right and fair. Nowhere do I find our teachers saying that all other religions should be destroyed by bombs. I stand proudly for my religion, Islam Is Not Terrorism. I still pray five times a day, making a doa after each prayer, feeding the dead by reciting Al-fatihah, especially for the innocent lives lost in London. End.

The mosque in which muslims pray
from different countries and races
from different levels of education
the poor man and a king
all kneeling side by side
facing one direction in unity
endlessly repeating
"there is no God but Allah"

Petrol can make your nose bleed

Finally, I've just recieved my first work pay after working in a Shell petrol station for six damn days. If you're the type who needs time to count money slowly, being a cashier ain't your job. And don't think about using calculators, they suck. But if you really need it, have fun while you get laughed at for using them.

Wondering about the title I put for this blog? Keep wondering.

oh yea, There was this guy who did something really dumb, but eventually got it settled. He handed his car keys to his baby and left her in the car while he was pumping fuel. I was next to him when I heard his car being locked. The baby girl had messed around with the car key buttons. The guy found out and was trying his best to get the baby to unlock the door. I just watched and observed how he tried to teach a baby with an unexperienced mind to unlock the door. The staff saw it a few distances away and cracked up.

Around the second day of my work, some ass wanted to fill up an empty water bottle with petrol. I told him to bring a proper bottle. But he insisted on doing so and said there was nothing wrong (what a dumbass). He then asked me to fill it up for him, and when I did, I was sprayed on the face with petrol. (I'm not gonna go into the Law of Pressure to explain why.) It burned my face like shit. My right eye was burning too. I quickly rinsed my face, and used soap after. The guy was shocked, he was lucky my supervisor was around. Later my nose started to bleed and I was sent to the clinic.

And whats the moral of this story? Do what I say.