memanggil kepada semua rakyat Malaysia yang mendengar agar memilih ketua yang sebenar-benarnya mengamalkan hukum-hukum Islam, bukan sahaja kepada orang yang dipimpin tetapi lebih-lebih lagi kepada diri sendiri.
Ibarat Imam didalam solat, jika dia melakukan silap, maka akan silaplah solat makmumnya. Namun begitu, Imam didalam solat juga boleh ditegur dan diganti, dengan adab dan tatacara yang seeloknya. Seandainya Imam ditegur tidak mengikut cara yang sesuai maka akan terbatallah jua solat makmum yang menegur itu.
Rock jugak khutbah Jumaat kat sini.. Memang rock pun, semenjak dulu lagi. Kalau dengan khutbah kat mesjid lain, banyak yang layu tak bermaya.
Saturday, 23 February 2008
I FOUND!!
My slipper at Masjid Taman TAR!!
The guy was smart enough to wear the stolen pieces the Friday right after he stole it. And I was *ehem* smart enough to take it when it matters.
Then observed the guy as he came out from the prayer hall, searching for something he 'lost'. Then while searching, he gently slipped into some other pair of slippers and walked away with *still* a bewildered face and in confusion.
Then also observed another member of the congregation standing on the floor without slippers on his feet, searching at the place where the former guy slipped on a pair of slippers.
You go pray, only to steal after you're done?
The guy was smart enough to wear the stolen pieces the Friday right after he stole it. And I was *ehem* smart enough to take it when it matters.
Then observed the guy as he came out from the prayer hall, searching for something he 'lost'. Then while searching, he gently slipped into some other pair of slippers and walked away with *still* a bewildered face and in confusion.
Then also observed another member of the congregation standing on the floor without slippers on his feet, searching at the place where the former guy slipped on a pair of slippers.
You go pray, only to steal after you're done?
Sunday, 17 February 2008
I lost my slipper..
at Masjid Taman TAR, of all places. Never thought it'd happen there.
It's no ordinary slipper that someone can mistake it for theirs. I've been there 80% of the Fridays since August last year and not seen any other slippers like it. Well, call it sandal if you must. Daddy gave it to me, when I was searching for a pair of slippers in Abu Dhabi.
And I went early..
Challenges come in many different guises..
If you took my slipper or found a pair of leather sandals/slippers that wasn't originally in your house, do ask the person who took it to return it to the masjid. The pair of slippers/sandals has air pockets numbered from 1 to 5. And the soles are dirtied by the soot from the grill.
Who knows.
It's no ordinary slipper that someone can mistake it for theirs. I've been there 80% of the Fridays since August last year and not seen any other slippers like it. Well, call it sandal if you must. Daddy gave it to me, when I was searching for a pair of slippers in Abu Dhabi.
And I went early..
Challenges come in many different guises..
If you took my slipper or found a pair of leather sandals/slippers that wasn't originally in your house, do ask the person who took it to return it to the masjid. The pair of slippers/sandals has air pockets numbered from 1 to 5. And the soles are dirtied by the soot from the grill.
Who knows.
Thursday, 14 February 2008
It's dark, it's long and yes, it's twisted.
This may be fact but it may also be fiction. I chose to just enjoy the read. May you too.
On March 23, 1994
The medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building
intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency.
As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware
that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
Ordinarily, Dr. Mills continued, a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds,
even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.
That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.
An elderly man and his wife occupied the room on the ninth floor, whence the shotgun blast emanated from. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun.
The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject' A' but kills
subject 'B' in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject 'B'.
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore, the killing of Mr.Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.
Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger.
So the case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd,
only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window.
The son had actually murdered himself, so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
On March 23, 1994
The medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building
intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency.
As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware
that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
Ordinarily, Dr. Mills continued, a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds,
even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.
That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.
An elderly man and his wife occupied the room on the ninth floor, whence the shotgun blast emanated from. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun.
The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject' A' but kills
subject 'B' in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject 'B'.
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore, the killing of Mr.Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.
Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger.
So the case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd,
only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window.
The son had actually murdered himself, so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
Whoops..
Okay,
So I'm supposed to be in the office by now to resume 'work'. But no, I'm at home. With the car still in the workshop, no thanks to the long CNY holiday (and that D-A who said he could get it ready in two days, that stoop*d **), I have no wheels to use. One car each for everyone who could drive but still, cannot go to work.
Plus I'm flat broke. I'm approaching the limit quite fast, so fast that I'm not sure when I'd break it.
No car, no dough. That's just perfect. For someone who has no problems being at home. Yeah, I have NO problems being at home. NOT.
The sense of worthlessness.
Anyway, this posting is to say that I've 'silly me' managed to delete many of the blogs that I wrote so many months ago. I was happily removing it from myspace when it occurred to me that the only other copy of those blogs were on friendster, which I have conveniently deleted like a month ago.
It's sad wiping the slate clean..
I came across a comment posted by a friend two years ago. It was very supportive and lifted me up quite a bit.
But I am one heavy guy :(
Can't believe it's almost mid February.. WAIT! It IS mid February now, and this is my first posting.
I guess there's nothing interesting to write about, or that the feeling has not arrived yet. I AM slow..
Did I tell you that I was heavy too?
So I'm supposed to be in the office by now to resume 'work'. But no, I'm at home. With the car still in the workshop, no thanks to the long CNY holiday (and that D-A who said he could get it ready in two days, that stoop*d **), I have no wheels to use. One car each for everyone who could drive but still, cannot go to work.
Plus I'm flat broke. I'm approaching the limit quite fast, so fast that I'm not sure when I'd break it.
No car, no dough. That's just perfect. For someone who has no problems being at home. Yeah, I have NO problems being at home. NOT.
The sense of worthlessness.
Anyway, this posting is to say that I've 'silly me' managed to delete many of the blogs that I wrote so many months ago. I was happily removing it from myspace when it occurred to me that the only other copy of those blogs were on friendster, which I have conveniently deleted like a month ago.
It's sad wiping the slate clean..
I came across a comment posted by a friend two years ago. It was very supportive and lifted me up quite a bit.
But I am one heavy guy :(
Can't believe it's almost mid February.. WAIT! It IS mid February now, and this is my first posting.
I guess there's nothing interesting to write about, or that the feeling has not arrived yet. I AM slow..
Did I tell you that I was heavy too?
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