Cyberia guards are the best.

Saat-saat terindah di CUCMS.

1. Sesat di Cyberjaya bersama Ammal Farit. We were heading towards Cyberjaya from Putrajaya. Apparently, Ammal Farit has a problem reading the word CYBERJAYA on signboards. yes.

2. Having mafia moments with Fudzail Nazri. Have you ever seen in movies on how a mafia leader winds down the window of a car for a short time, talks while facing forward, not moving at all and then winding it back up? Yeah. We did that.

Fudzail winds down the window.

Fudzail: Kill her.

Fudzail winds up the window.

I wonder, what will happen if we do it like that at McD's drive-Thru though..

3. Climbing up the balcony to surprise Nad for her birthday, while being watched by security guards who saw us lighting up the candles on the balcony. The best part was, me, Fudzail, and Amir was at the balcony, prepping up to surprise Nadiah. But the problem was, when we lit up the candles, our shadows gave out our presence and we heard this:

Nadiah: Belle, ada orang kat luar. Belle, ada orang kat luar. U gi mana tuh belle. Belleeeeee.

Nadiah thought we were promoters or salesman wanting to sell stuff at midnite. Or did she ? =)

3. Encircling Nadiah Harith , with me and Fudzail doing SWAT moves avoiding detection while Ammal and Belle with her brightly lit bubble gun following us from behind.

Fudzail and I drop down from a ledge, and tried to find where they were.

But then, suddenly Ammal and Belle gave a signal, telling us that they were rite infront of us.

Me and Fudzail panicked. Kantoi basah. After all the SWAT moves, takkan nak kantoi sekarang.

Fudzail golek2 ke belakang to hide behind the bench.

I followed him. Golek mcm kayu balak kena golek.

Then after repositioning properly, Fudzail gave the countdown.

Jumped down to trap Nadiah.

We brought her to the pool, Belle playing with her bubble gun and..

WUSH! Mission Accomplish. SWAT team. Ariff and Fudzail. Our motto. Golek to success.

3. Nad was in the pool. The guard came after us. Wissels were blown. Semua lari. Yes. Chicken Run.

Moments, I cherish. =)

Hadith for all

Allah melihat kepada hamba-hamba-Nya pada malam Nisfu Syaaban, maka Dia ampuni semua hamba-hambaNya kecuali musyrik (orang yang syirik) dan yang bermusuh (orang benci membenci) (Riwayat Ibn Hibban, al-Bazzar dan lain-lain).

Al-Albani mensahihkan hadis ini dalam Silsilah al-Ahadis al-Sahihah. (jilid 3, m.s. 135, cetakan: Maktabah al-Ma‘arf, Riyadh).

Let us repair the broken bonds of our brotherhood or sisterhood. May allah forgive us of our sins.

Follow blindly like a pig.

Nape masa wudhu', kita tak mandi je terus? Kan senang, takut sangat tak kena anggota badan tuh. Nape masa solat, kita buat 4 rakaat je. Nape tak 6, 7, 8 ? Haaa. kan bagus tuh. Bagi banyak sikit, banyak pahala dia. Bagus je kan. Niat semua, kerana allah. Apa salahnya?

No. You don't do that. As a true muslim, ur actions, ur deeds to allah, is based on what he is pleased of, which in turn, means, what he asks you to do, or follow the prophet PBUH. You don't do things that are not from him or of his prophet, Peace Be Upon Him.

“Hai orang-orang yang beriman, janganlah kamu sekalian mendahului Allah dan Rasul-Nya dan takutlah kamu kepada Allah kerana sesungguhnya Allah itu Mendengar lagi Mengetahui.”

[Al-Hujurat:1]

Dari Jabir bin Abdullah, Rasulullah bersabda:

“Sesungguhnya perkataan yang benar itu ialah kitab Allah dan sesungguhnya semulia-mulia petunjuk itu adalah petunjuk Muhammad dan seburuk-buruk perkara itu ialah yang diada-adakan dan setiap yang diada-adakan itu adalah bidaah dan setiap bidaah itu sesat dan setiap kesesatan itu adalah di dalam neraka.”

[H.R. Muslim]

If there is no nas, authentic evidence from Allah or As-Sunnah, that asks us to do a specific ibadah for an event, meaning, no guarantee, Why do u do it? U do it for Him? He did not ask u to do it. He ask u to follow the Al-Quran, and the Sunnah of Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) Who are you to create innovations in Islam? Will you be able to give assurance to those who follow your innovations, innovations that diverged completely from Al-Quran and Al-Hadtih? Will you be able to give them total ASSURANCE of the benefits of doing it ? Will your beloved Ustaz be able to do that? If he follows the Al-Quran and As-Sunnah, Insya Allah, he will be able to do it. However, if he does not, then he will never be able to do it the right way. The only way to give assurance, is by relating it to the authentic nas.

I can hear some of u say, Bidaah tu ada yang baik, ada yang buruk. lau niat tu kerana Allah, apa salahnya. Takkan beribadah tu salah. Yes, beribadah is not wrong. But, you have to follow His way which if not in Al-Quran, is through the prophet's way. PBUH. That is why I gave u the example of the taking wudhu'. Why is it that we don't just mandi je terus. Why ? Its because, Rasulullah P.B.U.H showed us the right way to take wudhu through hadith. We learn the right way to solat, based on his actions.

There are a lot of hadith out there. Some, authentic, some, being rather weak, and some, being fake. We, are not masters of hadith, true. But we can check. We can spend some time to clarify it. If someone talks about a hadith, ask him, is it sahih or authentic? Where do u get this from? Can we have a reference? These questions, are important. Its okay, if, after you've asked and discussed, you've done that ibadah, but some time later, you suddenly discovered that its wrong and never is related to the prophet. Just stop it, and say to your self, I did it because of Allah, and I've done my part to learn about it. I've even try to find out whether its true or not. I hope you will accept what I've done, Allah. Then STOP doing it. That's all. If you have nas, or evidence to your ibadah, do it, i have no problem with that. Be open minded. Don't be rigid.

1. Check your reference.
2. Make sure its authentic or closely authentic.
3. Ask if you are not sure. Leave it if you are not sure.
4. Be open minded and think critically first. If you dont know, ask someone who knows.

The problem with our society is that they do things, based on what people say, without checking it first. Ustaz cakap je, semua betul. Oh, ustaz tu kata leh buat. Ustaz tu kata betul. Nenek moyang aku buat selama nih. Yeah. Diorang tuh leh bawak kau masuk syurga ke ?

P/s - I am human and therefore, I'm open to mistakes. If you find discrepancies in my post, pls, advice me or approach me. If its wrong, I'll change it and i'll apologize for it. May Allah clear my conscious and allow me to be true to my path. Insya Allah.

July oh July

Before this, most of my posts are in paragraph rite ? Now, let's make it in point forms ! =)

1. Met new friends. I thought they were like an older sister or what. Turns out. Same age. Yeah. Hi kakak.

2. Ate a very tasty dish. Turns out, there were tissues in that dish. Sedap. Secret Recipe. Ho-Leng-Ah.

3. Successfully conducted an unofficial meeting with substance in it. A clap for Ariff. ;)

4. Played ice-cream soda game with my mates. Ariff kalah teruk. Boo. =(

5. Tak basuh baju. Tak buat lab report. Tak study. Yes. I am progressing very well this week.

6. Watched INCEPTION. One word. Just one word. Orgasmed.

Yay ! =)

Stalker rules.

Oh god. I love CUCMS. =)

I met a girl during an event. Senior. Here's what happen.

The conversation is edited as i wasn't able to recall the whole of it. Sorry put if i expresssed something wrongly.

I walked towards her to pass back her camera. I was asked to help her take pictures with it.

Ariff: Here, you're free right? Its your turn to take pictures. *passed her back the camera and quickly wants to get away from there*

Senior: You stalked I eh ? Sikit-sikit datang take my pictures.

Ariff: *shit, kantoi* Ya lah, its your camera, confirm u nak gambar u en. Takkan ah nak ambik gambar orang lain.

Senior: Eleh, lau its my group, lama je u lepak ambik gambar en.

Ariff: Tak ah, i ambik semua, dah ur group punyer turn, ambik je ah. * turns away blushing*

I guessed she noticed that i was taking pictures of her like, a gazillion times. Argh. Observant people are annoying. =P Next time, i'll take her pictures from FAR. REALLY far. Zoom in, and catch her picking her nose or what or stalking someone else. Yeah. One day. Just wait for it.

The eye stalks, the hand captures it.

Orientation and Words

Part of what happened masa orientation.

Bangun pagi awal. Excited giler. If i'm not mistaken, only Anas and myself were in the house. The rest semua balik. But when i looked back at what we've gone through, its quite obvious that only me and Anas likes joining all this stuff. Its like, we enjoy it. For me especially, when I'm in this thing, i felt. Alive. As if all the problems around me, is gone. No distractions. No attachments. And i don't have to bother about feeling jealous or what. I don't need to worry. About her.

Anyway, the night before, while i was using the computer, behind me, i hear someone knocking on the wall. Its like, duuuuum. dum dum. duuuuuum *just imagine the scariest moment in ur life to further amplify the scaryness of this story* I jumped straight from the chair and rushed to the top floor. Ada ke patut anas gelak aku buat cam tuh. Aku tengah lemah semangat. Kuuuus semangat. Nak pusing belakang pun tak leh. Especially masa sembahyang. Tak khusyuk. It feels like as if there's a ghost behind me waiting to hug me from the back. Its true I tell you. When I sujud, i looked through my legs to see if are there any legs behind me. Sigh.

Eh, melalut pasal hantu lak. I'm supposed to talk about Orientation. Moving forward, that morning, we were asked to take care of the parents and their kid yang baru masuk for the intake. By right, the parents were actually asked to stay inside the auditorium instead of waiting at the parking area unorgazied, so that it'll be easier for us, the OC or Orientation Committee to manage things but then, this just had to happen.

A family was walking towards the parking area.

Ariff: Erm, sir, may I suggest that you and your family wait in the Auditorium first and follow the instruction of the facilitator in charge instead of waiting at the parking?

Uncle Noobshit: Inside there? Then wait there?

Ariff: Yes sir, it'll be better if you wait inside as it'll be more organized and will give u less discomfort compared to u waiting outside.

Uncle Noobshit: Okay, thanks.

Ariff: You're welcome. *Happy that i've managed to asked a family to wait inside first*

Uncle Noobshit: *Continues walking towards the parking area*

Wtf.

Why is it that people just don't understand that its for their best. Sigh. Smart ass. Next time, i'll just say to him, Sir, would you like to be barbequed in the hot sun? Yes? Right this way sir. Yeah, remind me to do that to the snobbish parents for the next intake.

Honestly, i don't know what was I supposed to do. I was like, supposed to do everything, but I'm not in charged of anything. The best thing about being a facilitator was that you are always a VIP. You get to use the lifts, eat the food first, sleep during talks, make noises, do weird things that you'll never dream of doing it as a newcomer. Its as if you have immunity. You can walk anywhere you want and u even get the chance to wear the jacket. OOOOoooh. The Jacket.

It has 2 pockets on ur left breast, 2 pockets on ur right breast, 2 below each side. 8 pockets total. It's weird how having many pockets tend to make you bring a lot of stuff than usual. Sikat, buku, charger, pen, wallet, handphone, jadual, jam, name tag, kunci, gula2. lol. The only problem is, you'll spend 5 minutes just to figure out which pocket holds what. While you're finding for it, u end up showing everyone everything that's in the pockets.

Even if it's hectic, the first day was the most enjoyable day for me. Thanks guys. =)

Even after what I've said, how I still wished you were there with me that time.

P/s - A hand that gives, enlightens the heart.

The Last Choice

I can't do this anymore.
Everyday, pieces of me, falls apart.
I know, its never your fault. Never has been.
But each passing days, it gets harder to mend,
this pain, i have inside of me.

I tried, holding on, to the ropes of hopes you gave me.
I gave everything. I trusted you with all my heart.
Yet, I'll always wake up, my heart, bleeding deeper,
as i fell down back to earth. Shattered.
I'm tired, of what appears to be,
the darkest melody of betrayal.

What should i do. Should i hold on tighter, to this torment?
Or should i let go, of something i cherish with, all my life.
Now, the ropes are in front of me.
Choices that lie in my hands, waiting to be made.
To end this never ending drought,
and disappear away from this life.
Or to hurdle through, to the glimmer of hope,
that lies a few steps more.

What lies ahead, i will never know.
A suicidal raze, or a blessing rain.
Entwined in what seems to be a murky destiny.
Two different lives, crumble down, in what might seem to be,
The last choice, that needs to be made.
Though only uncertainty is what I'm sure of,
In this journey that I'm about to embark on,
Never will i hesitate, to stumble for the first step,
As i remembered back, how your sweetest smile,
Brightens, the best of my life.

What the heart tells, the hand writes.

Blogging is addictive.

I've always been amazed at how good some people blog. Emotions, feelings, all in one big meehun sup. You know what, I would love to see how their face expressions change as they blog. Lol. Especially when it comes to anger-filled posts. Haa. That gives me an idea. Next time, when you're posting something of this manner, place a picture of the most hated person on earth, on your desktop. Ahh. Much Better.

Putting that aside, every time I'm in class sessions, somehow, everyday, at one point of time, I'll feel awkward. I'll feel, weird. Yet, I'll be excited at the same time. Eye contacts seem to be getting rather. Frequent. I dunno. Maybe. Its mind boggling how someone can make you feel this way. Sure feels like being stepped by someone while that person kisses you passionately.

Oh, and i noticed in my facebook that another 2 more girls liked my poem. Thanks girls. =) Hmm, should i post the poem here ? Copy paste je en ? lol.

Okay, honestly, once you started typing, you don't feel like stopping. You'll say to yourself, i need to stop, but then, you'll just act as if you didn't say that and continue on writing as usual. But time's getting short. So many things to do. Maybe i'll do the post on orientation some other time. Later. Kut. lol. So many things to say. So many sins to collect. Sejaddah, i'll see you later. Gossips, here i come baby.

p/s - Damn. The mosquitoes found their new love. I guess i need to eat more from now on. Mosquitoes suka orang yang berisi eh? I guess so rite? Berisi people = More blood. Its like having a signboard hanging around your neck saying "Buffet Style" or "Unlimited refills for all".

The heart dictates, what the hands touched.

The First Drops of Pariahrism.

Today, was a very weird day. Woke up, to a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing over my juicy, hot blooded legs. Succulent breakfast, i heard. They must have been using a bloody mic to tell every single relatives they know about me. Oh yeah, is it true that only the females suck blood ? Wow, i guess I'm attractive to them isn't it. I guess that's one way of looking at the bright side.

Went to class like normal. Bio class. Jap jap. Let me rephrase that. I walked to class normally. The class itself ? It was. Wow. Sleep-fest ya'all. Pusing kiri, dia tidur. Pusing kanan, air liur basi. In the end, even I, myself pun join sekali. The best was when i looked to the left, almost everyone was closing their eyes. The whole line. Ada yang pretend to nod while closing their eyes. Ada yang buat2 tengok notes tapi tgh mimpi kahwin dgn Christiano Ronaldo. The best was, ada yang tumbang terus tak de cover up. I guess the lecture was about how the body gets its rest. Useful biology lessons, if you ask me. Talking about sleeping in class, a friend of mine once told me that if you see two people sleeping at the same time, they're in the same chatting room. Duk buat video conference i guess. Hmm. Must have been one great big UN conference chatroom going on during the class. Kesian Miss Mun Yee. Dia tak dijemput.

Fudzail, i hope this doesn't offend you. lol. While i was sitting beside him during class, we were all like, telling each other how difficult it is to stay awake. Some wanted to drink Nescafe, others prefer not to fight the urge. Fudzail. Well, best if i put in a conversation form:

Myself: Sial, susah duh nak stay awake. Aku nak hentam Nescafe ah.

Fudzail: Aku ada nih. *pointing to his Livita-sort-of-drink* Confirm tak tidur.

Myself: Pergh, sampai nak habis. Siut, bukan nak bagi sikit.

1 minute later.

Fudzail: *Pejam mata concentrate fikir pasal Biology, khusyuk*

Haha. That otta be a great advertisement.

And. Oh yea. I went swimming with one of my roommates. Generally, what happened was:

Both of us were swimming normally. (I define 'normally' in my own way.) Suddenly, i noticed that my roommate stopped swimming and starts hanging at the side of the pool. He was grinning. (Bear in mind, if you see any of us grinning at each other for no apparent reasons, try and look around you. Ada la benda tuh.) I was like, apahal dia senyum sorang2. So i looked around and THERE it was. Ahh. *Stops swimming and starts hanging around at the side of the pool too* Typical males. But takkan nak kutip dosa banyak2. Dah ah baru solat Isyak. 5 saat cukup ah en. Tak yah lama2. kut.

P/s - Fudzail, if you're reading this, i love you babeh. =D

What the hands touched, the heart enjoys it.