Najis

According to Shi'a Islam, there are two kinds of najis: the essential najis which cannot be cleaned and the unessential najis which become najis while in contact with another najis.
I came across this funny sentence while browsing Wikipedia for information about Hudud.


Which type of najis is it, eh?


Is it an essential najis? It obviously cannot be cleaned. But it isn't essential...to anything...


But does it only become najis when in contact with another najis?
Or does it make najis out of nothing?
Maybe it is the najis penultimate...


DISCLAIMER:
THIS PICTURE WAS NOT PLACED HERE BY ME.
IT WAS THE ALIENS.

"So it is for people who cherish moderation, dignity and justice everywhere to stand firm, and stand proud, to dissipate the pull of terror and to deny those at the margins a foothold in the middle ground – ensuring that frustrations, wherever they are felt, are heeded and that voices, wherever they speak out, are heard."
-Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak-


Hypocritical words? or just the right ones at the wrong time?

Puke-Fest

I actually wanted to post a few pictures of Vomit-On-The-Golden-Screen moments, but I think that the link below basically captured everything I wanted to post. Don't click on this if you don't have a barf bag on you.

The whole of yesterday was spent alternatively barfing, zombie-ing around, and sleeping. I think I got poisoned by my food.

It was kinda funny, looking back at it, especially the 'Pharmacist Episode'. It was like this:

My mother decides to get me something from the Watsons, The Curve, and we find the Pharmacist there. So I explained to him what I was going through and he asks me, "So, you suspect food poisoning?" I was stumped. I was thinking: "Look here, doc. Do I look like a doctor to you? I thought you were the medical man!!!" Of course I didn't say that out loud, but I just gave a garbled answer that could have sounded like "Mrphhh". Having said that, I didn't mean to sound like a nauseated cat. But I think the guy must've got my meaning.

So, he prescribes me some pills. And lo, and behold, the poor guy couldn't make it any easier on me. He says: "Uh...this can cause drowsiness...BECAUSE IT AFFECTS THE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM."



Why does it have to sound like I'm about to get my frontal lobe shaved off? Hmmm...

Even the G.P.s don't tell you that: "Oh, sir, this pills affect your central nervous system..."

What was this guy thinking...???

Just Popping In

Well, well, well.

I just realized that I haven't got online for a tenday now, and that I haven't much time online now as well. I've been told that truth hurts and I've said that many times too. Somehow or other, I'm imagining myself talking while sitting by an old log fire in a great old arm chair, smoking 'bacco wearing a red chequered shirt and suspenders, waiting for dawn to start chopping down great oaks.

Anyways, if I was a lumberjack, I'll be a Chinese lumberjack, who only get to cut down bamboo and practice kung fu in the evenings with no fire and no fireplace. That's because I've decided that the next instrument I'm gonna learn how to play is the gu zheng (古筝).

Come to think of it, I believe that Chinese song titles are extremely...invigorating. What I mean is, think of songs which all sound basically the same and then realize that they have totally different titles like, "Recounting Grievances In The Courtyard" and "Rain-lashed Banana Tree". I didn't even realize that there were banana trees in China.

One of these days, I'm gonna ask my teacher to teach me to play "Buddha Jumps Over The Wall" and watch her face go red. For those of you who don't know, "Buddha Jumps Over The Wall" is a Chinese culinary dish.

Good night, everybody.

Sibs From Heaven

I wonder whether the practice of calling your close friends brothers and sisters is something universal? At least it happens to me a lot.

I am, by nature, a person who is loyal and have my own clear-cut rules. I'll post more on my nature later on; I intend to attend to the subject at hand right now. As such, my allegiance carries with it a high value whether the people it lies with know or understand it.

Every time I call someone my brother or sister for the first time, I wonder whether or not it will actually last. I have had so many people who have called me their brother who, now, would not greet me in passing. How many more only call me their brother when it benefits them and only when?

This post is also as a tribute to all those people who actually reciprocate my brotherhood, or sisterhood, and whom I would trust with my life at any given moment and whom I would drop everything to assist them in the least of their problems.

The first:
Jireh Tee from my class, 4 Clancy.
I salute you. You are one of three to reciprocate and, although not the closest nor the best of people, I love you for your being there when you are needed. While others come only when they need something, you come when I am in need. For that, Jireh, I thank you. I shall continue to support you and back you up even if you were to continue to piss every other teacher off and get insulted every so often. I will come every single time you call.

The second:
Jared Lee from my English class, Set 1.
I pay my tributes to you. You are my guide at the best of times and my fencing partner at the worst. I remember the times we used to have arguing out the finest points in Bible Knowledge in that dark, dingy class next to the school hall. I will always place in my heart the lessons we both learned from each other in the course of our discourses. For all those, Jared, I thank you. Although you have not reciprocated in the usual way, you have been one of the guiding lights in my life this year. Let me know anytime you need anything and I shall try my best to help.

The third:
Sarah Tan from Prodigal, The Musical.
I hug you and bless you. You are my favourite and best sister and I love you for it. We will be sisters forever and I hope that we will keep all our promises to each other for the rest of our lives. I will forever remember your kindness and your love through all the difficult times in my life. For that, Sarah, I thank you. You are the second best thing that ever happened to me; the first is my knowing Christ. All my promises stand and I shall do everything possible to help you in your race as I know you will help me in mine.

To the three people: Once again I thank you and I pray that our relationships will only grow stronger.

To Vigknaraja,
Although we are not sworn brothers, as you abhor the idea, I know that we are the closest of friends. May we continue to have many more years of being nasty to those who are nasty, insulting those who insult others, including each other, laughing at those who laugh at others, and joking about those who joke about others. May we continue to carry sarcasm into our golden years and sit around with our grandchildren running around the room joking about our entire life. May we debate on and make fools out of others while being made fools by others as well.

There's so much to say, so little time to do it.

Basically, I wish that all my relationships with my many sworn brothers and sworn sisters will continue to thrive and will only increase from strength to strength.

Good night, people.

Phew...

She isn't angry at me no more. Apparently, she just fell asleep...

I promised to buy her loads and loads of kit kat. I should buy by bulk.

Me: Um...can I have a tonne?
Pak Cik: Eh, boy. Saya tak jual dadah di sini. Aku tau ni Bukit Bintang, tetapi saya bukan orang jahat, saya takkan menjejaskan kesihatan budak-budak yang datang punya. Nanti bagi polis tangkap, aku akan mati loh.
Me: =.=" Eh, Pak Cik. I'm pointing to the kit kat...
Pak Cik: Oh, katalah. Macam nak hisap dadah saja...kata pun satu ton...
Me: No, really. One tonne. Pak! Pak! Someone call the ambulance!!!

10 minutes later:
Me: Good job, how much did we get?
Accomplice: Less than a kilo...
Me: Crap. We've got to hit a lot more mamak stores around here.

3 days later:
Accomplice: Phew...finally. One tonne.
Me: Good. Now we go for collectible shops.
Accomplice: !?!?!?!?! Why?????
Me: I promised to get her a few Sylvanian Families plush toys.
Accomplice: X! Are we going to pay?
Me: XD No.
Accomplice: More theft???
Me: Chill, we only need to hit a SINGLE shop.

3 hours later:
Me: Oh! crap.
Accomplice: @.@
Me: I've got to get her a single piece of paper to make a card.
Accomplice: @.@ Shall I fetch the van?
Me: No, idiot. I'm not going to be caught dead charged in court for theft of a single piece of paper. A tonne of snacks, yes. A treasure trove of expensive, imported collectibles, definitely. A single piece of paper...I'll wait till hell freezes over.
The Devil: It's cold down here.
Me: Fine. Get the van.
Accomplice: @.@

Three Paths To Rebirth

Rebirth? Yeah, right. I'm not even Buddhist. I'm just a Christian with a lot of influence from other fields, faiths and professions.

Anyway, this post is just because I promised to explain about the three paths I could walk.

The first is to enter paradise and become the Devil. Read my earlier post to understand what I'm talking about. So, I fight my brother over a girl. This sounds so exciting!!! I've never fought anyone over a girl. I intend to try it sometime soon. XD XD Basically, this path is that I 'enter paradise' by getting the girl, but 'become the Devil' by being evil enough to actually go beyond the point of no return in terms of my relationship with my brother.

The second is to sit on the fence and stay human. That's the one I actually picked and am walking now. It means that I maintain all relationships and have patience.

The third and last path is to return to hell and become a saint. I can return to my state of being a man without any confidants, thereby 'returning to hell' and 'become a saint' by apparently not committing any sins against my brother.

As a postscript, I attribute the first and last of these choices to Jean Valjean from Les Miserables. Thanks. Jean, for all the life lessons I've learnt so long ago from you and your decisions.

She's Angry...

She's angry at me for not sharing my sorrow with her. She has been angry for a few hours now. I mean, what kind of a girl is angry at someone for not telling her his pain? She really must be an angel. I wonder if she has even read my "I'm sorry" messages or not.

Thankfully, I'm absolutely innocent. I didn't have the time to reply her. It's not that I didn't want to share my feelings but it's that I was so freaking busy that I didn't even read her message until it was too late.

I'm sorry, sis. :-(

Chat With My Sis

Sometimes its really funny. First, I offered to buy a Sylvanian Families collectible (plush toy, I think) and my sister tells me no, its really expensive and it's imported from Japan. Then, she tells me that she wants, instead, she wants a single piece of paper. A SINGLE piece of paper. Let us do a collective double take: a single piece of paper...

to make a card...

Now that's easy, isn't it? Is it? I've got to go scouring around for a single piece of paper suitable for creating cards in the whole of KL when I can just saunter up to the nearest collectible shop and buy some cute forest creature.

It doesn't really matter how much the ****** toy cost, right? As far as I know, money is earned to be spent. I learnt that from playing games, by the way. It doesn't really help if you lose the game with a million gold coins in your treasury, right? On the other hand, I'd rather thrash the opponents with all the money I've got. So, no matter what my sister says, I'm gonna check out those cute sylvian animals as soon as possible and save up enough money to buy one (or more) for her.

Did I mention that they faintly resemble her? cute?

Life: The Inclusive Roller-Coaster

Life has always been described as a roller-coaster. Of course, back then, before they had roller-coasters, it was like a wagon ride up and down hills. Let us ruminate on that just a little bit. Life is a roller-coaster. What exactly does that tell us? Life has its ups and downs. But at all times, life is exciting. Life can make you vomit at times, especially after you've eaten a full meal. Sometimes, life is simply a path to death (think roller-coasters and Final Destination and think bad roller-coaster accidents).

But the tickets to this roller-coaster are very expensive. Some aren't able to pay for their tickets and have to leave very early. Some can only afford tickets for the back seats or middle seats where there isn't much going for them. Thank God that everybody is able to change seats while on this roller-coaster. It's just whether or not you want to.

The tickets were bought by our parents and sometimes, these tickets were not paid in full. But the point is that, everyone tried their best to pass on tickets.

When it's our time to buy tickets, lets pray that our tickets will be first class with God's help.

I Feel Much Better Now

Just had a talk with my sister. Muahahaha...apparently her sister thinks that my sister should have a certain type of boyfriend and well, I fit all the criteria. If everything goes well, we should be together by the end of the year. Hehehe. ):-) I am the devil.

Well, it all started out this way. My brother is trying to get my sister...wait, no, this is all starting to sound a little too much like incest. Ermm...ok. My 'sister' is not my sister. She is a girl who is so close to me that she is like my sister. Therefore, we sorta became sworn sisters. That said, I am a guy...who is straight...even though all the evidence points to me being either a girl or gay. Let me repeat, I am a straight guy, say it after me: I-am-a-straight-guy. That's right. Wonderful.

Now lets get back to the story. My brother, apparently, is attempting to get Sarah, that's the aforementioned 'sister', to be his girlfriend. Unfortunately, she is also my...ummm...'sister'. So, naturally, the both of us texts and calls her continuously. Now, for some reason, my brother thinks that boyfriends and girlfriends should be closer than brothers and sisters. I wonder what happened to 'blood is thicker than water'? To cut the long story short, he is jealous and stares daggers at me every time I am on the phone with her.

I find that as being unreasonable, especially since I'm a trustworthy guy and I've promised to help him woo her. To me, that is a sign that he doesn't trust me and basically, the last few weeks has been me doing something he doesn't like, him accusing me of trying to steal his girl (who, for the record, up til now have not accepted him as her boyfriend even though he has been telling everyone that she is his girlfriend), and us arguing before I pull out something I call the 'Wolfram Manifesto' that says that I will cut off all communications with her indefinitely, immediately and forcefully. He will then, invariably, tell me that the argument is over and that he trusts me, etc., etc., etc., and so on and so forth. We then get back together and all's well, until... And the wheel of life goes round and round.

Finally, I came to the decision that I can only run 3 paths. Like Jean Valjean, I can enter paradise and be the devil, return to hell and be a saint or continue to stay on earth and stay human. Let me explain another day...sigh...have to go to sleep.

Ah, Life...

I don't exactly know why, but life is bad. I know how life is bad but I don't know why. I don't even feel good enough to tell you why. But it's bad. Believe me, I would know.

Life Just Gets Better & Better...

I'm ill. That's the first thing that I'll say. I hope that I get so ill tomorrow that I'll be able to skip school as well and not disappoint all my classmates who believe that I'll be taking off until after the holidays. As a passing remark, the Malaysian Ministry of Education should really contact Chinese Calendar publishers because according to the calendar hanging in my kitchen, I'm supposed to have a TWO-week holiday. I'm not saying that the MMOE is a cheat or anything, but I'm only getting...ONE.

Looking on the bright side, ONE is better than NONE, notwithstanding the difference of a single letter. I thank God that I'm actually blessed enough to finally have a girl to go out with me. She's my sister. If anyone were to ask me, I'll feign a amateurish command of English and tell them that she is my REAL sister. Hehe. That brings a smile. I am, after all, looking forward to our outing. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I haven't decided which, my brother's coming along. Their relationship is, as Facebook so accurately labels it, complicated. I can only safely describe our outing as not-a-date.

We, meaning Sarah (that's my sister) and I, have a growing amount of promises to each other. Things like, I'll always protect her even after I get a girlfriend; we'll find each other anytime we're sad; along with going out frequently together in the future, especially once I hit varsity. My brother and I have recently also extracted promises from each other, the most recent being that we'll completely fund the outing next Tuesday. That means that one of us will have to be holding Sarah back while the other pays. XD XD I'm sure we'll all enjoy ourselves.

Sometimes I wonder if all girls have it in for us guys. I mean, a girl leads you on only to reveal that she already has a boyfriend and that after you've made some incriminating remarks too. And then there that kinda girl who just can't commit because she claims that she's been hurt before and doesn't want to be hurt again. What kinda guy dates a girl to have the fun of ditching her? Even playboys do it for the sex. Besides, I'm not that kinda guy.

I also wonder if all our parents have it in for their respective children. I mean, the time is 9:19 and my father tells me that I've got to sleep in 15 minutes. Who the **** **** sleeps at 9:34? I'm very tempted to add a few more exclamation marks and question marks to that.

Another interesting thing is how when you write or type, the same words keep on falling in the same place. Like now:  What kinda guy dates a girl to have the fun of ditching her? Even playboys do it for the sex. Besides, I'm not that kinda guy. The two 'kinda guy's fall (once again) in this text editor in the same vertical positions.

Good night.

My Life Now

Congratz to me for actually just stumbling out from the exam room for my Grade 7 piano exams this afternoon. XDXD Although I'm putting smilies into my post, I'm actually quite emo right now. I've been trying to compose at least 1 song since getting back home but my neurons seem to be all dead now; I started 3 songs and can't seem to get pass the third bar. Garn!!!

Other than that I've been listening to Rod Stewart crooning about how he loves someone for sentimental reasons...

My love life is extremely complicated right now that is to say...it doesn't actually exist. Believe me, I've tried. Like my songs, they seem to meet dead ends. The result: 16 years old and not a single girlfriend. Its a record that I've tried to stop but every time I just add to the list of the tries (and invariable, subsequent rejections). Now I find 1 that I think could make it...and my brother has her instead...

I'm slamming my head in frustration.

However, she is now my sister and I'm keeping her very, very close. Hehe. I just saw a few of her pics on FB and she is smoking hot. I hope no one ever reads this.

Did I mention that she's hot?