I realised the blog has been pretty much neglected...it needs immediate resuscitation.
Other then that, my bangkok trip in november is good to go. Airline tix has been purchased and found out some spots to skate in bangkok from a few mates.
First skate spot: Red Bull Skate Park on Satorn Rd
Second: Seacon Square, a huge mall on Sri Nakarin Rd.
Wicked!
Earlier on monday, i was feeling absolutely shagged at work hence i skipped lunch and took a quick nap asking my colleague to wake me up at 2pm. And this is the following event that happened...uh...when my colleague tried to wake me up.
Colleague: *waking me up with a gentle shove* dude, wake up.
Hardi: alright, what's the name of the school?
Colleague: wake up (a little louder)
Hardi: just tell me the name of the school
Colleague: *whacks me on the shoulder* GET UP!
Hardi: WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE GOD DAMN SCHOOL???
Freaked Out Colleague: What the hell!
Stuffs like this happens often when i lack sleep big time. Pretty intense and insane moment.
That aside, i posed myself a rather interesting question. In fact, i myself have slipped into hours of deep reflection and introspection regarding this matter.
I mean, think about it. What is an Imam supposed to do if he passes gas while he's leading the prayers? Technically, he's supposed to redo his wudu afterwards and lead another makeup prayer in his newly-cleansed state.
What if he stopped in the middle, though? Could you imagine the chaos that would ensue? Is someone supposed to boldly leap into the Imam's vacant, odoriferous spot and lead the prayers?
And what if no one steps up to the challenge? Does everyone just pause and wait for the Imam to return from performing wudu? And what if no one catches on to the fact that the Imam broke wind once he stops and leaves?
Confusion would pollute the prayers as everyone would think that the Imam simply quit and left. Utter chaos i tell you. *gasps daramatically*
This blog has now received its much needed resuscitation.
