PeriSai KoMuniTi ®™

Assalamualaikum..

This entry resembles like one of mapen's..it's regarding a strange dream i had the other night..not that i haven't had any weird dreams before, this one involved me kicking mapen's ass!!! for real!! worth posting..! so it begins..

(note: warning, this dream is very weird that it even made J.R. Tolkien think twice of retiring from writing weird stuffs)

scene 1..(my uncle's place at Jalan 4F Ampang Jaya)

it was a party night...i remembered that even mat salehs were there...it looked like a normal party til suddenly the muslim guys decided they want to perform preyer right there..if u ask me, maybe becuase it is ramadhan that we wanted to pray at a party, heh.. sejadahs were in place and one arab guy, which i often see at friday prayers in UQ, started praying..dont ask me how he got there, in my dream! i dont even personally know him... so, watching him praying alone, i said to myself "oh bukan jemaah ke?".. so i pun started praying......

scene 2..(departure hall at KLIA)

when i commenced prayer, the scene quickly changed..i was praying in the departure hall of KLIA..why KLIA? dont ask me, i told u it was a weird one...few feet in front of me was the railing where ppl usually wave goodbyes to those who're departing.. being in the state of tak khusyuk when praying, i somehow saw the presence of mapen, leaning on his back against the railing (ala2 mat rempit nak ngorat kak long).. as i was praying, there were kids playing catch aound me..being innocent kids, they probably didn't know that i was praying, and they started making physical contacts..pulling and bumping into me.. heh, i kept cool, maybe whenever it's relating to 'khusyukness', I’ll always recall the story about one prophet who continued praying even with an arrow penetrated into his calf..so maintian macho at least...hehe..the kids were pushing harder and harder and it made me lost balance couple of times.. but still i continued praying.. all mapen did, was stood there like a rempit and laughed at me as the kids were disturbing me.. towards the end of the prayer, i wasn't even able to recite all the doas properly..all i was thinking of was to end this prayer as quickly as possible so that i can do what im going to do next...KICK MAPEN's ASS!!! right after i gave two salams, i ran up to mapen, who was btw, still laughing!! aku ape lagi!!!! (the logical explanation for what happened next is probably that i was so mad that mapen didn't stop the children from disturbing me, and yet, he laughed!)..sooo KEPPPPPOW!!! pap! i punched him on the left side of his face..he looked like he could take some more, and give him more, i did....pap pap pap!! at this point, the anger and confidence in me was sky high..poor mapen looked defenseless, really! haha...after falling from each blow, he stood up with his eyes barely open..he felt it was too much to take and ran away...wait! i wasn't done yet! you bastard! aku hambat dia satu KLIA! for some reason, others (anonymous) tried to stop me, some were blocking me as if they were saying "pukul aku laaa instead, kesain mapen"...no! i want his head! not yours..then, there was this big guy in front of me.. eventho he was big, he looked harmless and actually looked afraid witnessing my rage..but i decided not to try my luck on this one, i seriously thought he could do serious damage to me.. so i calmed down..andd...

scene 3..(in Tupak’s car)

the next day (in the blink of an eye), I found myself in tupak’s car..where are we heading to? FUTSAL! Hehehe.. the place was in pelabuhan Klang(???).. I also dunno why..dont ask.. somebody sat between me and mapen at the back.. i noticed a cut on his lower lip, right hand side to be precise..it had turned blue..i felt awkward , ye lah, sitting in the same car with a guy whom u just trashed yesterday!.. but surprisingly, mapen seemed to have forgiven me, in my feeling, probably he realized that he was wrong and should have stopped the kids.. he even smiled at me, and said “it’s ok aa..aku takde hal”.. somehow I sensed something’s not right..for all I know, mapen could have already planned to get revenge! So he acted like was ok with it, but it was merely my assumption..anyway, the ending was quite an anti-climax.. we were in the car, tupak was driving.. unlike tupak in real life, this tupak was like Montoya on the wheel..swerving sharply at every corners.. I was nervous actually, because somehow I felt that it was my car he’s driving.. but I kept quiet, tupak blamed the car saying “eh Honda Jazz kita takde plak camni kan Ikin?”.. heh? Yes in this dream I own a Honda Jazz..hehe..not long after that we got to the futsal place, as soon as the door to the car opened, we rushed to the court (just like the football starts stormed out of a van in the Nike advertisement)..andddddd…I woke up, the weird dream was over, hahaha, bodoh nye Brisbane heat!!! Panas gila I was sweating..!

what is the meaning of this dream? Need u guys for interpretion..or sape2 yg creative, sambung lah ending dia ni..hahaha..

p/s: title itu sahaja direka supaya memecahkan rekod title terpanjang perisai komuniti..

-AMAR™-