tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40849543845484920032024-03-12T19:39:00.381-07:00LifeLearnLovein LIFE you'll LIVE and LEARNSokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-90011830966533856912015-01-19T17:00:00.001-08:002015-01-19T17:01:20.689-08:00PK (probably the best movie I've watched so far)Assalamualaikum,<br />
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Let me begin by thanking Fad Bin Zack and Aishah Ahmad for recommending this movie. Thank you so much.<br />
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I was always skeptical on Bollywood movies, especially the ones with a title like "PK". They'll be nothing but kitsch songs and emotion fest. PK didn't prove me wrong. However, the film dares to discuss the highest level of philosophy as Dr. Normala Othman once said: religion.<br />
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What's so great about the movie you may ask. Well, I believe that film is a powerful medium that can be used to reach out to people. Discussing religion openly is often seen as tedious and might even be a taboo. The movie has successfully raise awareness on the concept of divinity i.e God and social issues in a necessary melodramatic way. All the tawdry stereotypical elements in Bollywood movies are needed so that the public are able to think about the matter in a laid-back way.<br />
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I have always wanting to spread dakwah in films but I fear that I will write something which is too heavy and too scholarly for a person to watch in pleasure. Whoever came out with the idea for this movie is a genius as the amount of issues discussed is huge and that is not even an exaggeration. Every single scene is important and needed to get through to the people. Regardless of the cinematography, acting and original score, the content of the movie is amazing and I am not ashamed to say that this would be the best film I've watched my entire life. Congratulations and thank you.<br />
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<br />Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-54021640649546761862012-02-02T07:12:00.000-08:002012-02-02T09:18:10.119-08:00The day I started to really love rap. {Wasalu Muhammad Jaco}Assalamualaikum ...<br /><br />I have been listening to rap since we have all heard about MC Hammer & Vanilla Ice. Only when Eminem came with his Marshall Matters LP that I started to think that rap is a cool kind of music. So I bought the tape and another uncensored one so that I could hear all the explicit words. I love every single song in it. 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alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />So the days of gangsta rap are over. I've moved to all sorts of other music genres. Rap is still around, but it wasn't my real interest (not trying to say that my real interest is now rap). It's not when I heard of the name Lupe Fiasco by a friend who introduced me to the song "Superstar". It didn't quite impress me, but it is a nice song, hearing it for the first time.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsiTVQfU_9I75Em5RMrjKtMG28A291dzVmPMpOUWAyr9vArKSS9w"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsiTVQfU_9I75Em5RMrjKtMG28A291dzVmPMpOUWAyr9vArKSS9w" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />When LASERS came, I started to listen to the album. Just like any other album, you'd listen and love a few of the songs first ... in the end you'll love every single track. I started to learn what rap is about. I found out that rap is a form of poetry, and coming from a literary background I agree to a certain extent that songs can be poetry.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRKr0RIFVrryg_Kcz4tM_7be72drpwNpsrukN6rfClAllMDhob4"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRKr0RIFVrryg_Kcz4tM_7be72drpwNpsrukN6rfClAllMDhob4" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />You see, to me (as someone who recently love poetic stuff) poetry is a form art using language. Thus to have it as an art, it requires something to make it beautiful. Just as paintings requires good colours, brushes, creativity,etc, poetry requires the right set of words, sounds, imagery,etc. Thus, the same goes with the lyric of a song.<br /><br />I'm not saying that Lupe Fiasco's song are like Shakespeare's sonnets because that is too far apart. Shakespeare's sonnets are beautifully crafted. Rap (I'm referring to good rap), to me is beautiful because it usually rhymes and the choice of words used are just great.<br /><br />While most commercial rappers are talking about dancing, partying, drinking, girls, sex, etc, Lupe being someone who go against establishments, raps about society, war, environments and other forms of awareness. It is really rare to hear a mainstream artist, especially from the US going against the occupation on Palestine by Israel.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQU0k0XwX3mh891u6brpwbHdzZLw_1-sI7tIBA5jXXiAJfVrvZh"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 228px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQU0k0XwX3mh891u6brpwbHdzZLw_1-sI7tIBA5jXXiAJfVrvZh" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />After listening to Lupe, I got a whole new perception of rap. I could listen to Lupe singing about Islamic things with other singers; Snoop Dogg, Skylar Grey, Erykah Badu, etc without any issues. It just open up the way I think about something.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZiUCkGpkaMHvgyo8jTJxI3ymVZrli3Z7m8tT77ypAHHzUenYy"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 228px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZiUCkGpkaMHvgyo8jTJxI3ymVZrli3Z7m8tT77ypAHHzUenYy" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />This is one of my favourite verse from "Superstar" taken from The Cool:<br /><br />[chorus]<br /><br />Yea, uh<br />A fresh cool young <span>Lu </span><br />Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, <span>2 </span><br />Want to believe my own hype but it's too <span>untrue </span><br />The world brought me to my knees<br />What have you brung <span>you</span>?<br />Did you improve on the design?<br />Did you do something <span>new</span>?<br />Well your name ain't on the guest list<br />Who brung you? <span>You </span><br />The more famous person, you come <span>through </span><br />And the sexy lady next to <span>you</span><br />You come <span>too </span><br />And then it hit me<br />Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me<br />I'm too <span>uncouth </span><br />Unschooled to the <span>rules </span><br />And too gum <span>shoe</span><br />Too much of a newcomer<br />And too <span>uncool </span><br />Like Shadow and <span>Lavelle </span><br />I battle with it <span>well </span><br />Though I need a holiday like lady who sung <span>blue </span><br />Go back what ever you did you <span>undo </span><br />Heavy is heaven<br />The devil on me two tonnes <span>too </span><br /><br />p/s: Just listen to how well this verse rhymes. ~~Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-18925344602258866312011-04-05T01:09:00.000-07:002011-04-05T04:43:36.536-07:00How much is Panipuri at Dharisha store on Chowpatty? Who stole constable Varmy's bicycle?<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Assalamulaikum.<br /><br />Jamal couldn't answer a simple question of "what is written underneath the national emblem of India?" where it is thought that every Indian should know.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptOT4I90Ddk/TZrZ2ds1leI/AAAAAAAAASc/ft99BSFLzek/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptOT4I90Ddk/TZrZ2ds1leI/AAAAAAAAASc/ft99BSFLzek/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592021417042744802" border="0" /></a><br />Police Inspector 1 : My five-year old daughter can answer that question, but you couldn't.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNwpwAsy7dk/TZrX6tKPBYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RycGrVuU26g/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNwpwAsy7dk/TZrX6tKPBYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RycGrVuU26g/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592019290888799618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptOT4I90Ddk/TZrZ2ds1leI/AAAAAAAAASc/ft99BSFLzek/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B10.jpg"><br /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Jamal: How much is Panipuri at Dharisha store on Chowpatty?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgFP--6FOBM/TZrX6zIjQcI/AAAAAAAAARc/MIXMLm9pb60/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgFP--6FOBM/TZrX6zIjQcI/AAAAAAAAARc/MIXMLm9pb60/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592019292492349890" border="0" /></a>Police Inspector 1: What?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0HLc_DNeCs/TZrX7IFotpI/AAAAAAAAARk/qcMKzYtcRzQ/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0HLc_DNeCs/TZrX7IFotpI/AAAAAAAAARk/qcMKzYtcRzQ/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592019298117269138" border="0" /></a>Jamal : Panipuri. One plate. How much?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgFP--6FOBM/TZrX6zIjQcI/AAAAAAAAARc/MIXMLm9pb60/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B2.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8tHcuPwObg/TZrX7TbkGwI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZVL8HEyFAoM/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8tHcuPwObg/TZrX7TbkGwI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZVL8HEyFAoM/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592019301162031874" border="0" /></a>Police Inspector 2: -10 Rupees.<br />Jamal: -Wrong<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kZ3myAU738/TZrX7gG0ccI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G5rACrqMvZg/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kZ3myAU738/TZrX7gG0ccI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G5rACrqMvZg/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592019304564683202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNwpwAsy7dk/TZrX6tKPBYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RycGrVuU26g/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B1.jpg"></a>Jamal : 15 since Diwali<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CUBSjqPIYM/TZrYz2WgEzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Hdhsf5EKN0/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CUBSjqPIYM/TZrYz2WgEzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Hdhsf5EKN0/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592020272608711474" border="0" /></a>Jamal: Who stole Constable Varmy's bicycle?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTErR7JEkVU/TZrYz0QzXFI/AAAAAAAAASE/qkCsDsQwWts/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTErR7JEkVU/TZrYz0QzXFI/AAAAAAAAASE/qkCsDsQwWts/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592020272047938642" border="0" /></a>Police Inspector 1: You know who that was?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Q0BVex8oc/TZrY0A-SCfI/AAAAAAAAASM/kgLsReYziJI/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Q0BVex8oc/TZrY0A-SCfI/AAAAAAAAASM/kgLsReYziJI/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592020275459918322" border="0" /></a>Jamal: Everyone in Juhu knows that.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWcmEEh7KN8/TZrY0Xcc9lI/AAAAAAAAASU/grFPQ2kv49I/s1600/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWcmEEh7KN8/TZrY0Xcc9lI/AAAAAAAAASU/grFPQ2kv49I/s320/Slumdog%2BMillionaire%2B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592020281492043346" border="0" /></a>Jamal: Even five year olds<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slumdog Millionaire (2008)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br />When we don't know, we ask. Sometime when we ask a simple question, that from the perspective of the listener(s) is something that everyone should know<duhh>, they would look down on us, feel annoyed and would probably make fun of us.<br /><br />Well, do you know "how much is Panipuri at Dharisha store on Chowpatty?" "Do you know who stole constable Varmy's bicycle?"<br /></duhh><a onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target=""><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a><br /><duhh>I'm sorry if I don't know the answer to that simple question. At least I have the courage to ask and have the need to know.<br /></duhh>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-62643882694132703082011-04-04T23:15:00.000-07:002011-04-04T23:21:52.224-07:00I am weakAssalamualaikum ...<br /><br />I was looking back at my previous posts in this blog, and I find that I am really weak with my grammar. Some of them are simple mistakes. I envy those who can write really well.<br /><br />For the post to come, I hope readers would help me on correcting my mistakes.<br /><br />Thank You~Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-37553076973876215382010-11-02T07:10:00.000-07:002010-11-02T07:27:03.136-07:00"That is that! This is this!"Assalamualaikum ...<br /><br />It has been a long time since the last post ... is posted? (hoho)<br /><br />I am currently watching School Rumble the anime series. It is such a waste that I have never really watch it before and enjoy it because the series is seriously good; epic humor, great expression, good drama, etc.<br /><br />As usual I would pick some memorable quotes from anything that I've watch/listen/read so that people would get something from it.<br /><br />If you have problems doing something because you are bothered by another thing;<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/TNAeWWb9MnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/spa8BQH6bu4/s1600/School+Rumble+2nd+Semester+Ep+09.mp4_000675869.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/TNAeWWb9MnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/spa8BQH6bu4/s320/School+Rumble+2nd+Semester+Ep+09.mp4_000675869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534957311367131762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lala </span><br /> Just listen.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/TNAeWhR9mkI/AAAAAAAAARE/OjzYqR82wWY/s1600/School+Rumble+2nd+Semester+Ep+09.mp4_000678347.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/TNAeWhR9mkI/AAAAAAAAARE/OjzYqR82wWY/s320/School+Rumble+2nd+Semester+Ep+09.mp4_000678347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534957314278005314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lala</span><br />"That is that! This is this!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">p/s: Harima Kenji sangat cool! hoho<br /></div></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-89194409519859368712010-04-05T05:54:00.000-07:002010-04-05T07:24:42.974-07:00Penjaga Keselamatan Yang Bengang Dengan Aku<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.pictures.fp.zimbio.com/JEREMY+PIVEN+Jogging+In+Malibu+8uDRdxYPAiEl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 484px;" src="http://www1.pictures.fp.zimbio.com/JEREMY+PIVEN+Jogging+In+Malibu+8uDRdxYPAiEl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ext. Luar Pagar Universiti Islam Antarabangsa - Malam</span><br /><br />SYAUKAT dalam perjalanan pulang dari berjoging dan makan malam di restoran yang berhampiran dengan bertemankan pemain MP3nya. Dia menghampiri pintu pagar universitinya dan meluru ke arah PENJAGA KESELAMATAN 1 yang berpakaian unifom lengkap ditugaskan untuk mengawal pagar tersebut dengan harapan Penjaga Keselamatan 1 tersebut akan meminta pengesahan yang dia merupakan seoprang pelajar di kampus itu.<br /><br />Syaukat berjoging dengan perlahan masuk ke dalam pagar, tetapi kelihatan Penjaga Keselamatan 1 tersebut sibuk melakukan tugasnya, lalu Syaukat pun meneruskan perjalananya untuk ke dalam kampus.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br />(dalam nada yang samar-samar) nk ... mana tu?<br /></div><br />Syaukat terberhenti kerana merasakan ada orang memanggil dia. Dia mencabut earphone yang disumbatkan di telinganya dan memandang ke arah Penjaga Keselamatan 1.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat</span><br />Amende?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>Nak gi mana tu? (geram)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Masuk ah ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1 </span><br />Ko sini jap ... (bengang)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat </span><br />(terpinga-pinga)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLfCF90cnW4/SLN4zfAm6aI/AAAAAAAABbc/2kPLS8Bsfrg/s400/23082008925.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLfCF90cnW4/SLN4zfAm6aI/AAAAAAAABbc/2kPLS8Bsfrg/s400/23082008925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Syaukat berjalan ke arah Penjaga Keselamatan 1 seperti yang diminta dan mengeluarkan Kad Matriknya yang akan mengesahkan bahawa dia merupakan penuntut di institut tersebut.<br /><br />Penjaga Keselamatan 1 melihat kad matrik tersebut kemudian memandang Syaukat<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1 </span><br />Kamu ni takda budi bahasa ya. (lagi bengang)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>huh? (pelik)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Saya tanya kamu nak pergi mana, kamu jawab lebih kurang jerk. Cakapla saya pelajar dari sini, pastu tunjukla kad matrik.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>(diam mendengar kata-kata Pengawal Keselamatan 1)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Syaukat hanya mampu senyap, kemudian beredar untuk meneruskan perjalananya. Belum sempat dia memasang pemain MP3nya kembali dia terdengar;<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br />Sini jap.<br /><br /></div><br />Syaukat pergi ke arah Penjaga Keselamatan 1.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Masuk sini jap<br /></div><br />Penjaga Keselamatan 1 menunding ke arah pondok pengawal yang berhampiran.<br /><br />Tanpa membantah suruhan Penjaga Keselamatan 1, Syaukat masuk ke dalam pondok tersebut.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Int. Pondok Penjaga Keselamatan - Malam<br /><br /></span>Di dalam, terdapat 3 LAGI Penjaga Keselamatan. PENJAGA KESELAMATAN 2, berpakaian unifom lengkap duduk menghadap komputer sambil mendengar lagu. PENJAGA KESELAMATAN 3 berpakaian separa lengkap dengan kemeja-T sedang duduk berborak dengan mereka yang lain. PENJAGA KESELAMATAN 4 sedang berehat di atas sofa di ruangan belakang.<br /><br />Syaukat menuju ke arah Penjaga Keselamatan 2 kerana dia merasakan yang inilah orang yang patut dijumpa.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Saman dia ni ... rambut tu ... (seperti berbisik tetapi nada tetap bengang)<br /></div><br />Penjaga Keselamatan 1<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>menutup pintu pondok, dan meneruskan kerjanya di luar<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 2</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Mintak Kad Matrik.<br /></div><br />Syaukat<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>menghulurkan Kad Matriknya kepada Penjaga Keselamatan 2. Penjaga Keselamatan 2 mengambil Kad Matrik daripada Syaukat dan mengesahkan ia dengan menggunakan komputer yang berada di hadapannya.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 2</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Pelajar Master, takkan tatau lagi peraturan kat sini.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 3</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Bukannya kami suruh botak macam ni. (mengusap2 kepalanya yang botak)<br /></div><br />Penjaga Keselamatan 1 muncul di hadapan kaunter cermin pondok.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Saman dia ni. (menunding jari ke arah Syaukat)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><br />Penjaga Keselamatan 1 beredar untuk meneruskan kerjanya.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penjaga Keselamatan 2</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Dah, ni last warning...<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Penjaga Keselamatan 2 mencatit nombor Matrik daripada Kad Matrik, dan memberikannya kembali kepada Syaukat.<br /><br />Syaukat mengambil kembali Kad Matriknya.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Terima kasih<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>Syaukat keluar dari pondok pengawal kemudian cepat-cepat beredar dari situ.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Syaukat melihat ke arah lubang untuk pili paip yang ada di dalam pondok tersebut, dimana terdapat beberapa puntung rokok.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Dia hanya mampu berdiam diri kerana walaupun tidak besar dan tidak jelas tetapi dia tetap bersalah kerana memiliki rambut yang panjang dan bengang terhadap Penjaga Keselamatan 1 yang jelas bertindak mengikut emosinya.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Syaukat </span>(monolog)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bukannya panjang sangat rambut aku. Ala-ala Shah Rukh Khan je. Aku tau ko memang bertindak ikut perasaan. Bukannya aku nak bersikap kurang hajar dengan ko, tidak sama sekali dalam hati aku terditik untuk biadap dengan orang tua. Aku berlari ke arah ko supaya ko boleh tegur aku dan aku boleh tunjuk Kad Matrik aku. Tapi ko tak tengok pun. Aku da lepas ke depan da baru ko nak panggil. Sekali lagi, bukannya aku nak biadap dengan ko, tapi aku tak dengar, aku tengah dengar MP3 aku. Ko da sound aku camtu aku senyap je la. Sumpah kalo korang saman aku time tu, aku akan ungkitkan pasal puntung rokok yang ada dalam pondok tersebut.<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiatalkies.com/up_images/11115487.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.indiatalkies.com/up_images/11115487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-84313256204785111172010-03-26T15:31:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:38:39.696-07:00Brothers (2009) -may contain spoilers-<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_p_BL4jstTf8/SzFXvRb5zII/AAAAAAAAB8k/MEm7Xyvi6mc/s400/brothers2009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_p_BL4jstTf8/SzFXvRb5zII/AAAAAAAAB8k/MEm7Xyvi6mc/s400/brothers2009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">IMDB rating : <b>7.4/10</b> <br /><br />A great movie about brotherhood, family and war. I think these kinds of quality movies about war just show how Americans hate war. Even though there are scenes that make people from Afghanistan look bad, but that's how it is; how American see them, how children are taught. The part in Afghanistan may seem ... bad; I think the intention is to show how cruel war can be. Tobey Macguire & Jake Gyllenhaal are great, and not to forget Natalie Portman who is more matured now having to act as a mother.<br /><br />Tommy<br />"You're my brother. You're my family"<br />-----------------------------------------<br /><div id="text_expose_id_4bad353e46e6a5fab6eb0" class="comment_actual_text">Tommy<br />"What's going on Sam?"<br /><br />Sam<br />"I'm drowning Tommy."<br />-----------------------------------------<br />Cops<br />"You're a war hero sir"<br /><br />Sam<br />"I'm no fucking hero"<br />-----------------------------------------<br />Sam's letter;<br />"My Darling Grace,<br />If you're reading this, it means I didn't make it back.<br />Nothing is certain in this life.<br />The only thing I know for sure is that I love you and our girls.<br />That is the only thing I know."<br />-----------------------------------------<br />Sam<br />"I don't know who said 'only the dead have seen the end of war'<br />I have seen the end of war<br />The question is can I live again?"<br />-----------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />p/s: This is a remake of the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386342/" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/find-title-2/title_popular/images/b.gif?link=/title/tt0386342/';">Brødre</a> (2004). <br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-30569280152097071152010-01-15T05:08:00.001-08:002010-03-30T21:41:32.571-07:00Colourism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/59/61759-004-763E8070.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 288px;" src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/59/61759-004-763E8070.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Assalamualaikum....<br /><br />Colourism is a term that is used to show prejudice in terms of the person's skin colour. The term is quite new and it has not been define by anyone yet (I believe so). If we were to search in the open based Encyclopedia (Wikipedia), the term <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colorism">Colorism</a> is still under discussion and most of the articles were not correctly cited (not to mention it falls under "extremely poor article").<br /><br />Discrimination among human beings in accordance with their skin colour can be seen in America when they are on their way to accept the African as American. During that period the Americans who are fair/pale skinned (Anglo) stands as the majority and the ruling power of America. The Africans who are dark skinned were of course treated differently for being a different race, classes, etc.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webstaurantstore.com/57-lb-1-6-brown-paper-grocery-bag-500-bd/57-lb-1-6-brown-paper-grocery-bag-500-bd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.webstaurantstore.com/57-lb-1-6-brown-paper-grocery-bag-500-bd/57-lb-1-6-brown-paper-grocery-bag-500-bd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In addition to the discrimination of race, dark-skinned people were discriminated with the tone colour of their skin. Meaning to say that the darker you are the more discrimination you will get. They point this as the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_paper_bag_test">Brown Paper Bag Test</a>", where they will use the colour of the brown paper bag as an indication of your skin colour complexion. Those who are darker than the paper bag will not able to attend the party or any other social events that uses this kind of test during that period. Previously in Wikipedia, it also mentions about the test being done to enter the Harvard University, but that part of the article have been removed.<br /><br />Even in other countries, as a result of the colonization of the Anglo white-skinned people, fair/pale/white-skinned people are being look upon and were seen as more beautiful than those who are darker. This can be seen in my own country Malaysia, India, etc. As a result, beauty product that will make your skin fairer were created and sold to make our skin fairer and "beautiful".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ucm.es/info/genetica/grupod/Genenzima/albinism.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.ucm.es/info/genetica/grupod/Genenzima/albinism.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(my opinion) I think Colourism does not only applies to dark-skinned people because of the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7518049.stm">Black Albino cases in Africa</a>. Albinos in Africa were hunted and killed as they said that their body parts are very valuable in witchcraft. They were also seen as bringers of bad luck in their community.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.elfwood.com/art/l/i/lindabongers/rebirth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 355px;" src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/l/i/lindabongers/rebirth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I hope that the there will be more research in the study of Colourism. I am looking into the possibility about the view of the "colour" itself in relation with the colour of the skin; does the view that light/fair/white imagery is positive and dark/black imagery is negative (for example we have a hero that dresses in white and a villain in black) can reflect to the colour of the skin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc178/avengingangel17/Angel25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 301px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc178/avengingangel17/Angel25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I will also try to look upon this matter in the Islamic point of view. Findings will be posted in the next post.Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-13973173925276667442010-01-03T17:41:00.000-08:002010-03-30T21:42:05.412-07:00Muallaf<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/0242/muallaf2_std.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 521px;" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/0242/muallaf2_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Assalamualaikum ...<br /><br />The last post about the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Muallaf </span>is actually a contest, where I have to post something about the movie to get passes to watch the "Grand Premiere" of it in Malaysia (haha). Yes I did got the passes (4) ; Sapick, xLANx, Fader Mariano and me had a good time watching it (it's free).<br /><br />The movie is good with lots of things to think about, especially about religion. It is rated certificate 18PL, for its contents being unsuitable for those who are not matured enough. I agree with the rate, but I do not understand why it should be banned.<br /><br />There's no big issue to be controversial. The movie does not promote religious pluralism as some claims it to be. The masturbating scene was totally harmless (there may not be even such a scene if one would view it).<br /><br />My friend said that maybe the reason why the movie is banned in Malaysia is because of the statement Rohani (Sharifah Amani) said about why alcohol are not banned in the country since it only brings bad things. Politic wise, the statement may offend the government.<br /><br />Overall it's nice to buy the DVD as a collection. I like TaleNTime better.<br /><br />p/s: tak sempat nak amik gambar dengan Sharifah Amani.<br /></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-23448142563057639882009-12-13T23:25:00.000-08:002010-03-30T21:42:05.413-07:00Muallaf (2008 or 2009?)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bismillahirahmanirahim </span><br /><i><b>In the name of God, the most Gracious and most Merciful</b></i><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sapadunia.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/muallaf1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 500px;" src="http://sapadunia.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/muallaf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yasmin Ahmad's </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Muallaf</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> premieres in Malaysian screen in 2009</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After one year of waiting, after hearing stuff about the movie, finally <span style="font-style: italic;">Muallaf </span>will be premiering in Malaysian screens on 24th December 2009. The movie had already premiered in Singapore more than a year ago (27th November 2008). I have doubt whether this is actually a Malaysian or Singaporean made movie (actually the movie involves both MHZ Film from M'sia & The Picturehouse from S'pore)<br /><br />I don't know how the movie manage to be screening in Malaysia after failing to pass the Malaysian censorship authorities. I heard that there is a masturbating scene in the movie (maybe some sex education from our dear Yasmin Ahmad). I hope that Yasmin's fifth movie will be as great as the others. And Sharifah Amani, don't fail me... huhu ....<br /><br />p/s: the next post will be the review of the movie.<br /></div></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-27331549684606842242009-12-13T18:36:00.000-08:002010-03-30T21:42:20.246-07:00Mackinac (MAK-in-aw) Island and horses is a better place.Peace be upon awak~!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pennyroulette.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/1940mackinacisland.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 331px;" src="http://pennyroulette.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/1940mackinacisland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mackinac Island</span><br /></div><br /><br />This is my ideal place to live. Mackinac (pronounced as Mackinaw) Island situated in the islands of Michigan U.S.A is a popular tourist attraction.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.creativehoneymoonideas.info/images/destinations-Mackinac-Island-KnobHill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.creativehoneymoonideas.info/images/destinations-Mackinac-Island-KnobHill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The best thing about this island is that it bans all kinds of motor vehicles except for the ones that are really needed (snowmobiles during winter, service vehicles and emergency vehicles). The island's occupants uses horses and bicycles as the main form of transportation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hedweb.com/animimag/horses-gallop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.hedweb.com/animimag/horses-gallop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have discussed with my dad about making the world a better place by replacing cars and other motors vehicles with horses, but my dad said that it's not possible because the cost of having a horse is much more expensive than a car. Buying a horse is costly enough, maintaining, caring, etc bills is another thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/american_saddlebred_go_green_ride_a_horse_t_tshirt-p2355639177332667814028_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/american_saddlebred_go_green_ride_a_horse_t_tshirt-p2355639177332667814028_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I still believe that having horses are better than cars. Yes it is costly to have (buy) a horse nowadays. It's just because the production of horses are less than cars which makes horses more rare. When it's rare, the things to maintain it will also be rare, so does the production of it. When things are rare they'll become expensive, so does things like the spare-parts of a Ford car in Malaysia or the spare-parts of other mega expensive cars.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pollutionissues.com/images/paz_02_img0237.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.pollutionissues.com/images/paz_02_img0237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Somehow we just need to start to use horses again. We just have to start using it step by step. It will be very costly at the beginning, but when horses are produced in a large number (I'm not stating that horses are produce like machinery huhu) it will be affordable to us in the future.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carenvironment.net/UploadFile/air4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://carenvironment.net/UploadFile/air4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm not against motor vehicles in all as some of it are really in need of use such as the ambulance, heavyweights lorries, etc. But having to cut most of the normal motor vehicles will indeed save the earth.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kktravels.com/images/go_green.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.kktravels.com/images/go_green.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go green.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-45510797688482713802009-10-09T17:11:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:42:30.748-07:00Taxi-ani (two Taxis)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/brainiac/112_0710_09z%2Bferrari_secret_history%2Btaxi_driver_de_niro-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/brainiac/112_0710_09z%2Bferrari_secret_history%2Btaxi_driver_de_niro-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a story about two different taxi drivers that I've encounter with. I'll try to write it as a play.<br /><br />------------<br /><br />Boy, Man, Malay Taxi Driver (M.T.D), Chinese Taxi Driver (C.T.D)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A teenage boy, standing and waiting for a taxi to town. Came one; a Malay driver in his 30s. The boy enters.</span><br /><br />Boy : Bandar ya<br /><br />M.T.D : Okay.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The trip is not far. Silence accompanies them as they went on the road to reach the destination. The fee is RM1.</span><br /><br />Boy: (opens up his wallet, hands the driver a RM5 note) Nah ...<br /><br />M.T.D : (looks for change) Isshh ... takde duit pecah la (looks again)<br /><br />Boy : (looks again in his wallet, trying to find coins as substitute) Takde gak ni ... camane ya?<br /><br />M.T.D : (still looking for change while putting on a thinking face) Kire halal la ek? takde duit pecah ni (smiles)<br /><br />Boy : (blurs) Ah ... Okay ... (exits the taxi)<br /><br />M.T.D : (drives away)<br /><br />(Time move slowly)<br /><br />Boy (monologue) : Celaka betol ... kena rembat duit aku ... senang betul aku kne tipu ... baik sangat ke aku ni? macam sial rembat duit orang macam tu ... celaka.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lights off</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lights on</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A man walking towards a long queue of taxi. He stops at the one in front of a Chinese driver ones looking in his 50s. He opens the door passenger's seat door. It won't open.</span><br /><br />C.T.D : (points towards the backseat)<br /><br />Man : (opens up the backseat) Wangsa Walk?<br /><br />C.T.D : Siffllas sd (slurs)<br />Man : (enters taxi) Mende tadi?<br /><br />C.T.D : Sila masuk (pushes the meter button on)<br /><br />Man : Wangsa Walk ya ... Brape ringgit ah?<br /><br />C.T.D : Tak jauh pun ... lima ringgit pun tak makan.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Destination reached. The meter indicates that it's RM3.80. Two Malay boy is looking towards the taxi outside of it.</span><br /><br />Man : (opens his wallet, he only have two RM1 notes and a RM50 note) Takde pecah la ... (hands the driver a Rm50 note)<br /><br />C.TD : Aiyooh ... takde pecah la (check in his pocket and counts his money for change) tak cukup laa ... (checks again)<br /><br />Man : (checks his wallet and bag for any possible changes that can be use) ... takde duit kecik la ... camane ya?<br /><br />C.T.D : takpela (smiles) bagi je dua ringgit ...<br /><br />Man : isshh ... mana boleh camtu (looks around if there's any shops for change, there ain't any)<br /><br />C.T.D : takpe, takpe ... saya drive jauh boleh dapat passenger lagi ...<br /><br />Man : Betol ke ni? Minta maaf sangat-sangat (shakes hands with the driver)<br />C.T.D : betol ... takpe-takpe ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The two boys standing outside comes closer to the taxi and signalling the taxi driver for a ride.</span><br /><br />C.T.D : haa tengok suda ade passenger ... tak rugi pun ... (smiles)<br /><br />Man : Terima kasih banyak-banyak ya ... minta maaf skali lagi ... (exits the taxi smiling)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lights off</span><br /><br />-----------<br /><br />That's the story of my experience taxi riding with two different kind of driver that I'd value the memories. To be honest, I'm quite ashame with the Malay driver as a Malay myself. I always thought that Chinese would be stingy on money (I know it's prejudice). because of this I will never again view people in stereotypes.<br /><br />For the Chinese Taxi Driver, I really thank you for your hospitality and generosity. Even though it's just 10 minutes ride, I will remember it for the rest of my life.<br /><br />As for the Malay Taxi Driver, I don't like the way you treat me, but I do thank you for the experience you gave me because it has made me a different person. Thank you.<br /><br />May God bless you both.<br /><br />p/s: I would love to take a ride in Robert de Niro's taxi. (Taxi Driver 1976)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movietrimmer.com/content/default/english/images/movies/46355_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.movietrimmer.com/content/default/english/images/movies/46355_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-19947515644594066872009-10-03T10:37:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:43:35.112-07:00Kampung Life Part 2 (raya + explicit)<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Assalamualaikum ...<br /><br />This Raya I want to show pictures of rendang making at my home in Kuantan (how to make rendang our style).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOdJkrUOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/prf_YlpywWk/s1600-h/DSCN1207.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432110609191138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOdJkrUOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/prf_YlpywWk/s320/DSCN1207.JPG" /></a>It starts with selecting the right knife (to slaughter the chickens of course). The knife must be extra sharp as to make the slaughtering process easier and less suffering for the chickens.<br /><br />As we get our hands on the chickens (8 of them) we will start slaughtering them one by one.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOd9VhaZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HSk1u053BYQ/s1600-h/DSCN1211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432124504271250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOd9VhaZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HSk1u053BYQ/s320/DSCN1211.JPG" /></a><br />Slaughtering a chicken is not an easy thing as we must grab/hold/pinch the right ... thing and slaughter/slice/potong the right part of the neck. The process must be done in haste as slowing it may cause more sufferings to the animal.<br /><br />After doing that, we will let the animal to die at peace before we pick them to pluck the feathers.<br /><br /></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">The following image may be disturbing</span>.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOevS5G6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/XT4C3hOtk_k/s1600-h/DSCN1217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432137915014050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOevS5G6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/XT4C3hOtk_k/s320/DSCN1217.JPG" /></a><br />Note that we must ensure that it is really dead before we pick it up. Here's one which took so long to die. I had to chop of the head later because my father said that it'll only cause it more suffering if it remains alive like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOeNzV13I/AAAAAAAAAOY/101S2xABf7E/s1600-h/DSCN1213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432128924309362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOeNzV13I/AAAAAAAAAOY/101S2xABf7E/s320/DSCN1213.JPG" /></a><br />When you are sure that it is really dead then you can dip/rendam in boiling hot water to pluck the feathers easier. This is the part that I hated the most in making rendang.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOfD9r0iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TZwghs80EwM/s1600-h/DSCN1222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432143463207458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseOfD9r0iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TZwghs80EwM/s320/DSCN1222.JPG" /></a><br />We have to ensure that all the feathers are plucked because ... how would you feel if there's still feathers on a KFC Dinner Plate?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQa9qVMqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jiY1kjXlLhU/s1600-h/DSCN1224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434272075199138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQa9qVMqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jiY1kjXlLhU/s320/DSCN1224.JPG" /></a><br />After that we'll remove the intestines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseYwhRLtaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/C-faQDaSlaU/s1600-h/DSCN1221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388443438503671202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseYwhRLtaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/C-faQDaSlaU/s320/DSCN1221.JPG" /></a>While removing the intestines we can find eggs which were not layed yet (the white one) and even eggs which are not yet to become eggs -erk?- (the orange ones) This one you cannot find it in stores/pasar malam.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQbLdhNCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sznMQR5qWzA/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434275779556386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQbLdhNCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sznMQR5qWzA/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" /></a>The you'll cut it to pieces and wash it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQcBkXDdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0samS1NaDvA/s1600-h/DSCN1227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434290303765970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQcBkXDdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0samS1NaDvA/s320/DSCN1227.JPG" /></a>Next we have to get some coconut milk . This the tool used to rip open the cocunut.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQbkLo9BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oq-LiwE8qoA/s1600-h/DSCN1226.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434282415453202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQbkLo9BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oq-LiwE8qoA/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" /></a>Just poke the thing in and rip it open. After ripping off the outer layer, we'll smash/cut the cocunut into half and ... get it processed to get the coconut milk/santan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQcUF6FoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DK34GmSS0sQ/s1600-h/DSCN1228.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434295276312194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseQcUF6FoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DK34GmSS0sQ/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" /></a>After done cutting/slicing/blending the onions,spices, etc we'll set up the place to cook the rendang.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSGt2rrVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hCL7I8QW6-I/s1600-h/DSCN1229.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388436123257908562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSGt2rrVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hCL7I8QW6-I/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" /></a>Here's the ingredient from afar . The coconut milk is poured in when the other ingredients are well mixed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSHJ360wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ovOdPpSiXrQ/s1600-h/DSCN1230.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388436130779288322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSHJ360wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ovOdPpSiXrQ/s320/DSCN1230.JPG" /></a>Half way there after pouring the santan/coconut milk. Sorry I forgot to capture the picture of the finished ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc0P_xUVbW4/SMY-gW2tnAI/AAAAAAAAALU/eaR4JhmYYi4/s400/rndang.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc0P_xUVbW4/SMY-gW2tnAI/AAAAAAAAALU/eaR4JhmYYi4/s400/rndang.jpg" /></a>Here's a picture taken from the net of how the chicken rendang would look like.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Selamat Hari Raya ...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSHn50IQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/W7d9Uc-VH1w/s1600-h/DSCN1231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388436138840301826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SseSHn50IQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/W7d9Uc-VH1w/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" /></a>A unique ketupat brought by my aunt. A Ketupat made using <strong>(tq teyhah)</strong> Pitcher Plant/Periuk Kera.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sseh1U4IVJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/M5R2Q4r15p8/s1600-h/DSCN1233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388453416681362578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sseh1U4IVJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/M5R2Q4r15p8/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" /></a><br />My dad says that this banana is called Pisang Tanduk/Horn Banana. I never knew that it can get until this big.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-78125842726741967022009-09-13T10:46:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:42:46.580-07:00MUSE - Uprising<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Uhcatx7vL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 391px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Uhcatx7vL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zmemusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/muse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.zmemusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/muse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/muse-resistance-album-art.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 399px;" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/muse-resistance-album-art.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well, it's the most awaited new single from British rockers Muse<br />They've been quite in hiatus since their last release, "Black Holes and<br />Revelations" last 2006. It's been 3 years and with "Uprising", they<br />signal the release of their comeback album titled "The Resistance". The<br />band's latest album will be released on September 7<br /><br />Speaking of the song, it's intro is kind of an interlude as it started<br />almost a minute into the 5-minute new summer anthem. The effortless<br />rhythmical arrangement of synthesizers in the beginning of the song is<br />brilliant. Besides of the infectious "come-on" chants in the<br />background, there's nothing that "new" in the track. It is still the<br />same Muse we knew since the early 2000s. The spike and attitude is<br />still there, and I'm quite envisioning the video to the song. It's<br />something like a <span4727184><a href="javascript:void(0);" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255); text-decoration: underline;" id="Y4727184S6">fusion</a></span4727184> of U2 and <span4727184><a href="javascript:void(0);" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255); text-decoration: underline;" id="Y4727184S2">Keane</a></span4727184>, which is quite positive<br /><br />In conclusion, it's 5-minute combination of a much efforted ingenuity<br />from one of the greatest <span4727184><a href="javascript:void(0);" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255); text-decoration: underline;" id="Y4727184S9">bands</a></span4727184> of the 21st century<br /><br />Catch the single when it comes out on September 7, 2009. The group has<br />been also confirmed of a stint at the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(taken from a website)</span>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-66878233430785980972009-09-12T03:05:00.001-07:002010-03-30T21:43:03.417-07:00Danger of Lying<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parkes1.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pinochio-300x294.png?w=300&h=294"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://parkes1.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pinochio-300x294.png?w=300&h=294" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I fell off</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">(tq xLANx)</span> a motorcycle at Greenwood once, riding with my friend. Me and my friend have some minor injuries and were treated at the IIUM clinic. I didn't tell my parents about this because they <span style="font-weight: bold;">have warned</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">(tq xLANx)</span> me not to ride on a motorcycle whatever the case is (they're motorcycle-phobic).<br /><br />Somehow the news got to my parents, but in a different version. I don't know how the news spread but what reached my parents is that I've been in an accident and I'm in the hospital with my arm broken.<br /><br />See how things turn out when someone lied.<br /><br />This might sound totally absurd but think about it : You know that Charles Darwin told us that humans are the descendants of apes. One day if <span style="font-weight: bold;">someone tells(tq xLANx)</span> (lying as a joke) that we actually evolve from frogs, as the frog prince fairy tale were not just created without a cause, people might just believe it and discuss about it (we have the whole theorist and philosopher convention on this), thus create another theory of evolution concerning frogs.<br /><br />I know the example given sounds silly but look wider on how a simple lie can change the whole story ad how a lie that is intended as a joke can change the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nurv3.blogsome.com/images/ButterflyEffect.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 327px;" src="http://nurv3.blogsome.com/images/ButterflyEffect.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">The Butterfly Effect.<br /></div><br />The Prophet (PBUH) "forbade Muslims from lying even if they do so only as a joke, in order to make others laugh."Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-82061542290157379922009-09-01T05:42:00.000-07:002011-08-02T09:34:53.186-07:00Satan in Chains (Ramadan)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_APoI4IkOJeg/SmaPr4xulZI/AAAAAAAABoY/b7qIWygF6GI/s800/durer-chained-devil.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 346px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_APoI4IkOJeg/SmaPr4xulZI/AAAAAAAABoY/b7qIWygF6GI/s800/durer-chained-devil.PNG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We have been told that Satan are chained during the Ramadan month. So, there won't be any haunting ghost around and that we're safe from them.<br /><br /><span><span style="color:#000000;">Abu Hurairah, (may Allah be pleased with him) quoted the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) as saying: <b>“When the month of Ramadan comes, the gates of Paradise are opened and the gates of the Hellfire are closed, and the devils are chained.”</b> (Reported by al-Bukhari)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2960865481_ceea3e83ac.jpg?v=1224598381"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 319px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2960865481_ceea3e83ac.jpg?v=1224598381" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We (Muslim) know that Satan is the cause of all evil things. So why are there still sins committed if Satan is actually locked up or chained in the month of Ramadan.<br /><br />I've asked this question in an IRK (Islamic Revealed Knowledge) class during my undergraduate studies. The lecturer said that we should not take the Hadith literally. By that she means that the Satans are not actually or literally chained but were chained due to our religious deeds (Amal) ; fasting, <span style="font-style: italic;">sunat terawikh ,etc.</span><br /><br />I do 100% agree with her explanations. I agree with her that the Satans are not literally chained. Why do we still have sinners in the month of Ramadan if they are actually locked up.<br /><br />It is our job to lock them up. I prefer to chain them because it sounds cooler (nonsense hehe).<br /><br />p/s: when I refer to Satan it would include devils, ghosts, djinns, etc.<br /><br />Selamat Berpuasa, Happy Fasting.<br /><br />May Allah S.W.T be with you. AminSokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-20174145514954194792009-08-23T00:41:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:40:29.847-07:00An Idea of MaturityOnce my cousin came to my place and ask my dad about marriage. They were young and they asked about whether they are old enough to marry.<br /><br />My dad's response is "if you find classic musics as to be good to your ears, that means that you're matured enough".<br /><br />I do agree with my dad's statement and even though it might not be 100% true, it does reflect your maturity in a way.<br /><br />As for the music, those singers and musicians would tend to produce music that reflect their age and maturity. Look at Lady Gaga and Dave Matthews Band.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://milkand2sugars.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/3oh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 297px;" src="http://milkand2sugars.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/3oh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I would say that I'm not that matured as I do love 3OH!3 but I also love Elvis Presley (Suspicious Mind).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://werichanel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/elvis-presley-brv01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 310px;" src="http://werichanel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/elvis-presley-brv01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />p/s: I'm envious of my friends who are getting married.Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-16709414663619613632009-07-17T22:10:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:38:39.698-07:00The Exorcist (1973) Never Trust The Devil (part 2)Assalamualaikum wbt.<br /><br />It has been a while since the last time I posted something. I am really sorry because I am still busy with CPS, classes, etc. But from time, I will try to find some to post something on this blog.<br /><br />Here's another meaningful quotes from the movie The Exorcist (1973) :<br /><br /><br /><br />Father Merrin and Father Damien are taking a rest from the exorcism;<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbh55-7II/AAAAAAAAANc/NwASnbFAbws/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbh55-7II/AAAAAAAAANc/NwASnbFAbws/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665669585431682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Damien : Why this girl? It doesn't make sense.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbiGyxa0I/AAAAAAAAANk/gW0ZMbY6Wds/s1600-h/2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbiGyxa0I/AAAAAAAAANk/gW0ZMbY6Wds/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665673044847426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Merrin : I think the point is to make us despair.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbievEnYI/AAAAAAAAANs/iMsqIRdWXNM/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbievEnYI/AAAAAAAAANs/iMsqIRdWXNM/s320/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665679471779202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Merrin : To see oursleves as...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbig821cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pEWZ6Sb4ULU/s1600-h/4.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbig821cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pEWZ6Sb4ULU/s320/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665680066467266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Merrin : ...animal and ugly.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbi76kInI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ecp9iF41sL0/s1600-h/5.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SmFbi76kInI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ecp9iF41sL0/s320/5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665687304610418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Merrin : To reject the possibility that God could love us.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />When I'm all settled down and have my own room I will indeed post more. Thank you . May Allah SWT bless you all. Amin.<br /></div></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-54361422619384751302009-07-04T11:26:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:43:42.028-07:00It's a kampung life ... ( especially for Willisena and Syaiful)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Assalamualaikum...<br /><br />I know I haven't updated my blog for quite a while. I'm so sorry because I just want to inform my friends about my missing hand phone.<br /><br />Here's a post about my kampung life. This post is especially for my dear friend sister Willisena and her dear husband Syaiful.<br /><br />I went back home last Tuesday and I had to borrow my dad's digital camera to take the pictures because I lost my camera phone.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j-x-5ULI/AAAAAAAAALs/OrMWsxSHy_c/s1600-h/DSCN1133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j-x-5ULI/AAAAAAAAALs/OrMWsxSHy_c/s320/DSCN1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678780931166386" border="0" /></a>It's the fruit season, at home we have lots of seasonal fruits. Here's the Rambutan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lX4wscwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CTSUTQCtdY0/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lX4wscwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CTSUTQCtdY0/s320/DSCN1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680311759008514" border="0" /></a>Here's another Rambutan tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-q0GWxw5I/AAAAAAAAANU/uHkJDN-wmjM/s1600-h/DSCN1141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-q0GWxw5I/AAAAAAAAANU/uHkJDN-wmjM/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686294002877330" border="0" /></a>Here's a picture of the Durian tree from below. I don't eat Durian but I do love Tempoyak (processed Durian like how they make Cheese from milk, I think)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXvhkpZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zxaIgsUnoSA/s1600-h/DSCN1137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXvhkpZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zxaIgsUnoSA/s320/DSCN1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680309279663506" border="0" /></a>Here's some Ciku. Kak Lis said that in English it's called Chiku. I hope she's referring to the same fruit. It's called Sapodilla (<span style="font-weight: bold;">thank you al-Azhar Tengku al-Walid</span>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mtDBx7OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UT6mOoy3Qds/s1600-h/DSCN1158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mtDBx7OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UT6mOoy3Qds/s320/DSCN1158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354681774803905762" border="0" /></a>Here's the equipment we use to pluck those fruits. Just imagine how it works because I don't know how to explain it to you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lYLKOhiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ihLLGzF5D-g/s1600-h/DSCN1160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lYLKOhiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ihLLGzF5D-g/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680316697937442" border="0" /></a>Here's a view of one of the fruit's tree. Guess what kind tree it is?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8bm8NNI/AAAAAAAAALE/-Mrx-fSkAdU/s1600-h/DSCN1151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8bm8NNI/AAAAAAAAALE/-Mrx-fSkAdU/s320/DSCN1151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676541542118610" border="0" /></a>Yes it is a Manggosteen tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_wiPUZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZPE4mxj-7Ec/s1600-h/DSCN1168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_wiPUZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZPE4mxj-7Ec/s320/DSCN1168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678797722407314" border="0" /></a>I have to climb the tree to get the fruit. It's fun to climb the tree because the branches are strong and it goes like a ladder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXV6ObyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lB00t9O0k1E/s1600-h/DSCN1163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXV6ObyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lB00t9O0k1E/s320/DSCN1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680302403743522" border="0" /></a>To make it easier I have to hang the bag (I'm using a plastic bag) on one of its branches so that it's easier for me to climb the tree and pluck the fruits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h9KTYEdI/AAAAAAAAALc/MKxSyoZh6bM/s1600-h/DSCN1167.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h9KTYEdI/AAAAAAAAALc/MKxSyoZh6bM/s320/DSCN1167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676554076525010" border="0" /></a>I can see the fruit now...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8j4Z5aI/AAAAAAAAALM/zcfU9F_gEjg/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8j4Z5aI/AAAAAAAAALM/zcfU9F_gEjg/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676543762851234" border="0" /></a>Got it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_ex2yTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YEDwG2gI6yY/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_ex2yTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YEDwG2gI6yY/s320/DSCN1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678792956070194" border="0" /></a>A picture taken on the tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_DrU5VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1TA8fvglnyQ/s1600-h/DSCN1134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_DrU5VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1TA8fvglnyQ/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678785680926034" border="0" /></a>Moving on to the chicken barn(Jali's Palace).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h9FpKn2I/AAAAAAAAALk/R3r5xZRxvD0/s1600-h/DSCN1150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h9FpKn2I/AAAAAAAAALk/R3r5xZRxvD0/s320/DSCN1150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676552825741154" border="0" /></a>A view from inside of the barn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXnvgzwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QbfOb4RhTuA/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-lXnvgzwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QbfOb4RhTuA/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680307190648578" border="0" /></a>I think you guys have been expecting him. Yup, this is Jali. He's busy at the back part of our house now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mtSeGIBI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xt0U3o5IbqU/s1600-h/DSCN1157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mtSeGIBI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xt0U3o5IbqU/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354681778949201938" border="0" /></a>Jali. No he is not snobbish(<span style="font-weight: bold;">Thank You Alia for the translation of 'sombong'</span>) . He does come to our kitchen but rarely now because he's busy being the King at the backyard. He's no '<span style="font-style: italic;">Kacang Lupakan Kulit</span>'.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_jTgCTI/AAAAAAAAAME/UXhyg6VuHk8/s1600-h/DSCN1130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-j_jTgCTI/AAAAAAAAAME/UXhyg6VuHk8/s320/DSCN1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678794170927410" border="0" /></a>This is my home. We're trying to grow grass but it's the season where it rarely rains, so it's a bit hard for that.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8jLC_uI/AAAAAAAAALU/gQxsANuU2YY/s1600-h/DSCN1131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-h8jLC_uI/AAAAAAAAALU/gQxsANuU2YY/s320/DSCN1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676543572606690" border="0" /></a>At the back there there's three trees. Those are the manggosteen trees.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mttiGBsI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUZKjVcuXhg/s1600-h/DSCN1111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/Sk-mttiGBsI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUZKjVcuXhg/s320/DSCN1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354681786213729986" border="0" /></a>And finally a picture taken by my brother. I love this.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thank You.<br /></div><br /></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-45919563828372883592009-06-17T20:45:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:43:48.254-07:00I lost my hand phone<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mydigitallife.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/sony-ericsson-k810i-combo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.mydigitallife.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/sony-ericsson-k810i-combo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The kind of phone that went missing this morning. (There's some Jali pics in the phone that I haven't uploaded to the PC yet)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, I just lost my Sony Ericsson (k810i) phone. It was there beside me at 6am (I read messages by Kak Lis & Bawang) then I went back to sleep. At 9am it's not there anymore.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a story about my friend who lost her phone maybe two years ago.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profit-investor.com/images/img_reward_N3230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 356px;" src="http://profit-investor.com/images/img_reward_N3230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The kind of phone that my friend lost.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">(setting Mahallah/College Halimah in IIUM)<br />She went to the toilet for a while, she left her phone at her room and when she came back it was not there anymore. So she called me asking what to do... I told her to pray to Allah S.W.T and report it to the office.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, she report her missing phone to the office. At that point of time I was on my way back from Kuantan to IIUM (UIA). I was on the bus. There's nothing that I can do to help her at that point of time, so I just pray to Allah S.W.T hoping that something good will happen and that she could find her phone.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After an hour or two after she called me telling about her missing phone she called back, but this time she managed to find her phone. The office conducted a spot-check to find the phone (I don't know covering what area) and eventually they found it in the toilet. Deep in my heart I feel that my prayers somehow did help her in a way.<br /><br />The point that I want say is that if things like this happens to you, you should never stop hoping and never forget to ask help from Allah S.W.T.<br /><br />I wish that I can have my phone back. I don't want to wish that those who took my phone would rot in hell because I think it's a bad thing to wish for. Maybe this is a punishment to me for things that I've done. Maybe it's a reminder for me to take care of my things better (lesson learned).<br /><br />I feel indifferent.<br /><br />I hope you guys can help me pray that things will get better. Amin. Just pray the best for me. Amin. The best for you too.</div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-28970240857689437682009-06-14T02:33:00.001-07:002010-03-30T21:38:39.698-07:00The Exorcist (1973) Never Trust The Devil (part 1)Here's some great quotes from the movie The Exorcist (1973). Indeed it's a very wonderful horror movie. To me it's the best horror film ever, not because of the scary images only but for the messages inside it and so is the cinematography.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Damien & Merrin getting ready for the exorcism.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS3qJUK4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/rC3cCX9j_3g/s1600-h/a.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS3qJUK4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/rC3cCX9j_3g/s320/a.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130511243619202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Father Merrin : Especially important is the warning to avoid conversations with the demon.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS3n_QFmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/u_0fjbMjbQ8/s1600-h/b.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS3n_QFmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/u_0fjbMjbQ8/s320/b.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130510664537698" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : We may ask what is relevant, but anything beyond that is dangerous.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS39DpvjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8HHJX9JGpU8/s1600-h/c.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS39DpvjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8HHJX9JGpU8/s320/c.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130516320140850" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : He's a liar. The demon is a liar.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS4P55ouI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0y6FNxuoFao/s1600-h/d.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS4P55ouI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0y6FNxuoFao/s320/d.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130521379513058" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : He will lie to confuse us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS4c5A0-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3knsDXh0f_A/s1600-h/e.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTS4c5A0-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3knsDXh0f_A/s320/e.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130524865450978" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : But he will also mix lies with the truth...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbtu7CPKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pB0zqQ0R7j8/s1600-h/f.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbtu7CPKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pB0zqQ0R7j8/s320/f.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347140236331859106" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : ...to attack us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbt4L1nsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J89LOfpnKoM/s1600-h/g.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbt4L1nsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J89LOfpnKoM/s320/g.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347140238818254530" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : The attack is psychological, Damien.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbt2QdsHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h7RQXebeKF4/s1600-h/h.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbt2QdsHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h7RQXebeKF4/s320/h.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347140238300786802" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : And powerful.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbuKLkCVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/H7UH6sWVj3w/s1600-h/i.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbuKLkCVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/H7UH6sWVj3w/s320/i.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347140243648940370" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : So don't listen.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbuZFaN3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/XCpNUce-skA/s1600-h/j.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTbuZFaN3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/XCpNUce-skA/s320/j.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347140247649662834" border="0" /></a>Father Merrin : Remember that. Do not listen!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiCpQyzRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8Ox3hQo2D0I/s1600-h/k.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiCpQyzRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8Ox3hQo2D0I/s320/k.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347147192659528978" border="0" /></a>Father Damien : It might be helpful if I gave you some background...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiCl_aZFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_StzO21a2xE/s1600-h/l.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiCl_aZFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_StzO21a2xE/s320/l.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347147191781319762" border="0" /></a>Father Damien : ...on the different personalities Regan has manifested.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiC1euhjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FeKCrPxqUks/s1600-h/m.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiC1euhjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FeKCrPxqUks/s320/m.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347147195939194418" border="0" /></a>Father Damien : So far, I'd say there seem to be three.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiC-OcY5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AGbzY72hXEI/s1600-h/n.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SjTiC-OcY5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AGbzY72hXEI/s320/n.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347147198286816146" border="0" /></a>Father Damien : She's convinced that-<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Father Merrin : (cuts) There is only one.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Even though the film bases on Christianity for it's still Islamic in a way. (I think) ...Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-39698726240843485132009-06-09T09:45:00.001-07:002010-03-30T21:40:29.847-07:00The Best Thing In Life IS ? (tq Teyhah)<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Best Thing In Life IS Free</span>...(tq teyhah)<br /><br />I disagree with the statement simply because you cannot enter Heaven for free...<br /><br />To perform the Hajj you need money...<br /><br />The Best Thing In Life is to live moderately...<br /><br />There are things in life which is great and free but there are things which costs something but are still good...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing In Life Is Free</span>...<br /><br />not true because oxygen is free...<br /><br />Moderation is the best way...<br /><br /><br />p/s: I think I should write a book about living life moderately.<br /><br />-so lazy to write a longer one.I'm going back to Kuantan tomorrow, so I'd like to leave a post.Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-54483783492041175022009-06-05T09:41:00.000-07:002009-06-05T23:12:13.142-07:00Jali, The ayam Epic (updated)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilM5LSOkjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uhIL4ktnhdE/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilM5LSOkjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uhIL4ktnhdE/s320/DSC00893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886978017301042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Meet Jali (a name given by my bro Syauqi)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As promised, here's the epic story of Jali the ayam.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Jali was a no-chicken when he was a small chick. He was abandoned by his family (the chicken pack). So as an exile from his pack(family) he went to our kitchen's doorstep for food. It was a pity seeing a little chick being all alone, so we took care of it by giving him bits of rice, etc for him.<br /></div><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_emLJ-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bCVhMSTLilU/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_emLJ-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bCVhMSTLilU/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890384815335394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's where Jali would crave for food when he was a chick.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">As times goes on, Jali grew bigger and stronger. Whilst others (chicken) were being slaughtered on Aidilfitri, Aidiladha and other occasions, Jali were still being fed at our doorstep. Yet at that time he is still alone with us feeding bits. He also turn out to be so gentle with us, as you can lift him up and pat his head.<br /></div><br />I cared less about Jali because ... who would care about a homeless chicken?.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_Mfx0yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kTN2_CmQb5E/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_Mfx0yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kTN2_CmQb5E/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890379956671266" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The one eyed General. This is not Jali.</span><br /></div><br />It's not until I returned home from UIA one day that I found out that he grew so large. In addition to that he is also now like the leader of the whole hens (the lady Chicken). It was common for a Cock/Rooster (adult male chicken ehem2) to lead a couple of the hens as their own, just like what the lion did to the lioness. At the time when Jali was small there would be a few roosters who'd lead their hens. Jali on the other hand is different...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP-xgrPqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/12lZbrC5otM/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP-xgrPqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/12lZbrC5otM/s320/DSC00882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890372712677026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Supreme Ruler of our Hens, Jali the Great.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Look at how big he is compared to the others.</span><br /></div><br />Jali is now like a supreme ruler of the hens at our house. I think he controls almost all of the hens leaving the other roosters alone and lonely (haha). He is really amazing...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilaoxnH-VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TlXQ1L9GxkM/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilaoxnH-VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TlXQ1L9GxkM/s320/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343902089410509138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A lonely rooster staying away form Jali's territory.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_-1v2uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Glu-SUzW8pM/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_-1v2uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Glu-SUzW8pM/s320/DSC00894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890393470589666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just look at the size of Jali's spur. No need to attach the steel ones.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_lq9EmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6q9dbAknRRI/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilP_lq9EmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6q9dbAknRRI/s320/DSC00892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890386714432098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">What'cha you looking at? (Robert de Niro's style)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It's really amazing to think about how Jali had survive living a no-chicken life and ending up as he is now. Just think about it, how hard you live your life, how suffering it is, to Jali "<span style="font-style: italic;">what doesn't kills you only make you stronger</span>". I know it's weird to think about a chicken's life but if a chicken can do it why can't human? This post also supports my earlier post about"Oppression is Salvation".<br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilS-uonpPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zxyRG1573yw/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37uISA-jkD0/SilS-uonpPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zxyRG1573yw/s320/DSC00924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893670475572466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A crippled chick left out from it's family.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope that this chick (pic above) would take Jali's life as an inspiration and motivation to life it's life. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I hope that you would too...</span><br /></div></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-31526443684801155922009-06-02T09:01:00.000-07:002009-06-02T20:41:48.869-07:00Welcome Carlo Ancelotti<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.sportinglife.com/09/06/330/Ancelotti_2312972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 248px;" src="http://images.sportinglife.com/09/06/330/Ancelotti_2312972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Carlo Ancelotti (Chelsea's new manager)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Welcome to Chelsea F.C Carlo Ancelotti. Born in June the 10th 1959, a former player and manager. He has won the UEFA Champions League twice both as a player and manager. As a Chelsea supporter I hope he can win us the Champions League which we were craving on it so much (5 times being in the semis). Upon coming to Stamford Bridge (officially on the 1st of July 2009) who will he bring to strengthen the club ?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arenabola.com/data/9_1851_Zlatan_Ibrahimovic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.arenabola.com/data/9_1851_Zlatan_Ibrahimovic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Zlatan Ibrahimovic (unlikely to stay at Inter Milan for next season)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fourfourtwo.free.fr/wp-content/stephane_sessegnon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 337px;" src="http://fourfourtwo.free.fr/wp-content/stephane_sessegnon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Stephane Sessegnon (PSG's ace)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fyrisskolan.uppsala.se/projektarbeten/0708/premier_league/Bilder%5CPortsmouth%5Cportsmouth5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.fyrisskolan.uppsala.se/projektarbeten/0708/premier_league/Bilder%5CPortsmouth%5Cportsmouth5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Glen Johnson (the right fullback who once played for Chelsea)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://milanesemasala.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/pirlo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://milanesemasala.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/pirlo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Andrea Pirlo (Milan's midfielder, will he follow Ancelotti?)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alexandre-pato.biz/images/pato1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.alexandre-pato.biz/images/pato1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Alexandre Pato (Milan's wonderkid)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vflwolfsburg.de/fileadmin/Uploads/Saison_2008_2009/Spielerportrais/Dzeko_gr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.vflwolfsburg.de/fileadmin/Uploads/Saison_2008_2009/Spielerportrais/Dzeko_gr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Edin Dzeko (Bosnian target man who won the cup with Wolfsburg)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.mysport.ro/fcbarcelona/files/2009/01/yuri-zhirkov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 298px;" src="http://blog.mysport.ro/fcbarcelona/files/2009/01/yuri-zhirkov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yuri Zhirkov (the Russian who can play all the position on the left)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/05_02/kaka_468x585.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 399px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/05_02/kaka_468x585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kaka' (World's best player for a number of times)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://proyectos.lavozdigital.es/blogs/kunaguerofans/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/agueroargentina4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 312px;" src="http://proyectos.lavozdigital.es/blogs/kunaguerofans/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/agueroargentina4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sergio "Kun" Aguero (Argentinian and Atletico Madrid's wonderkid)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;">p/s: ApE-aPe, Aizad and Ash, who would you guys like to be in Chelsea next season?<br /></div></div>Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084954384548492003.post-92132043525577146702009-05-28T12:11:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:40:58.604-07:00Angels & Demons (Book & Movie)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://strawferryst.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/angels-demons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 249px;" src="http://strawferryst.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/angels-demons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I read Angels & Demons and I've watch the movie. I just love both of it book because I would say that they are different. To those who just watch the movie version here's what I could find out what you miss :<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/1925802.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 173px;" src="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/1925802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">This brand appears on the body of Vetra's father like the other killing.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/b/e/f/4/11949839671961296319diamante_illuminati_ingo_.svg.med.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/b/e/f/4/11949839671961296319diamante_illuminati_ingo_.svg.med.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">This brand is what appears on the Camerlengo's chest. The Illuminati Diamond.</span><br /></div><br /><br />1. The first one to be killed was not Vetra's friend but her father Leonardo Vetra. Replaced by her friend Silvano.<br /><br />2. Robert Langdon receives a phone call from his home and flew to CERN to look at the Leonardo Vetra's body and met with Vittoria Vetra there.<br /><br />3. Langdon and Vetra flew to Vatican City by a shuttle-looking airplane that goes with the speed of Mach 11.<br /><br />4. The director of CERN, Maximilian Kohler was removed. He was the one who got killed in the end accuse by the Camerlengo to brand him.<br /><br />5. There are 2 reporters from BBC in the book that did not appear in the movie. We could see a lot of reporters from various TV stations around the glob but there is none from BBC which contrast with what is told on the book where it only focuses on BBC. These reporters communicated with the the so-called Illuminati leader.<br /><br />6. The forth Preferiti is killed in the fountain but were saved and name Pope in the movie.<br /><br />7. The Camerlengo and the previous Pope were actually blood related which what cause the Camerlengo to act immorally and commit suicide upon noticing it. This is the best part because a Pope is mistakenly seen as going against his celibacy but actually did a 'test-tube baby'. This is seriously challenging religion. Damn it.<br /><br />8. Vetra was actually wearing shorts in Vatican which is actually prohibitted there for women there.<br /><br />9. Langdon went together with Camerlengo in the last helicopter scene. Camerlengo survived with a parachute on a building and Langdon fall into water near an island.<br /><br />10. In the movie when Langdon was asked by the Camerlengo about God, he answered that he was not ready about faith. In the novel Langdon answered that he ain't ready to believe in God because he cannot accept afford to accept that a God would punish those who did not follow His teaching.<br /><br />There are lots of other thing which is different and removed and added in the movie. It won't be a waste if you read the book after you watch the movie.<br /><br />Overall I sense that bot the movie and novel were really challenging religion as it plays with it a lot. Even though it does not involve Islam (there may be some things about Islam), the story challenges readers about the idea of "God" and divinity. Readers should take everything critically and be careful for anything that involves religion on philosophy.<br /><br />Still the book is really good.<br /><br />Looking forward for the next Robert Langdon adventure "<span style="font-style: italic;">The Lost Symbol</span>" that will be released on September 15, 2009.Sokathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08777154287345578620noreply@blogger.com2