Hello...I'm writing this while the preacher's giving his sermon. Yes, I'm at Church right now. I'm supposed to listen to his words, but the sermon is so plain BLAH..BLAH..! The preacher just put overhead projector slides, telling all sort of plain practical jokes, which are not
witty at all. Jesus why you let him be a preacher?He's just a wannabe stand-up comedian.
Lol...I'm commiting sin while at Church! To help my self so to stay awake, I'm blogging from my Nokia and I'm doing blah..blah...like him, the boring preacher ;)
Boring Sermon
The handsome pirated Prince
I had these ideas about Arabic prince from one of pre-90's American TV series, Sister (I'm not really sure), long ago. That they were handsome, dark, slender, for short, all fit.
That impression stayed rooted in my head.
Then one day there was this guy, our classmate. I still don't remember if he had already attended our class from the beginning. I only remember one day after the class had been on for some weeks, I saw his charming face for the very first time.
Nice bone structure, sharp and graceful dark eyes, and a bit tan, just like.....that Arabic prince in that American TV series.
Made me curious, but I was not in love at all, just admiring.
So one day not far from that day, I had a chance to be in the same group with him. After a short chit chat, I couldn't help to ask about where he's from.
We had a conversation as similar as this:
- Where are you from?
+ I'm from here, Pakistani Briton. I just got back from long holiday in America..
He seemed proud of America and cheerfully told me about his excursion there. He didn't look like a usual Pakistani.
- Oh, I though you were from Arab.
His face expression suddenly changed into cheerless mode. It seemed he wished I would say he's a Latin or an Afro-American (though his skin is lighter).
+ No, don't say that.
- Why?
+ Not everyone wish to hear that.
- But I mean, you are like those Arabic princes.(I sounded so ridiculously flirting ya)
His face even got stiffer.
+ No...no...just don't ever say that. That's not nice at all.
- I'm sorry.
Though after that incident he was still a nice guy, too bad he stopped his study after got accepted by a prestigious Bank, not long after that.
Back to the core of the story.
Now, I know why!
Ever since I become a regular reader of Muttawa, I've learnt:
I'd been misguided by American movies, Arabic original princes are like this, this, this...and more on Muttawa
That impression stayed rooted in my head.
Then one day there was this guy, our classmate. I still don't remember if he had already attended our class from the beginning. I only remember one day after the class had been on for some weeks, I saw his charming face for the very first time.
Nice bone structure, sharp and graceful dark eyes, and a bit tan, just like.....that Arabic prince in that American TV series.
Made me curious, but I was not in love at all, just admiring.
So one day not far from that day, I had a chance to be in the same group with him. After a short chit chat, I couldn't help to ask about where he's from.
We had a conversation as similar as this:
- Where are you from?
+ I'm from here, Pakistani Briton. I just got back from long holiday in America..
He seemed proud of America and cheerfully told me about his excursion there. He didn't look like a usual Pakistani.
- Oh, I though you were from Arab.
His face expression suddenly changed into cheerless mode. It seemed he wished I would say he's a Latin or an Afro-American (though his skin is lighter).
+ No, don't say that.
- Why?
+ Not everyone wish to hear that.
- But I mean, you are like those Arabic princes.(I sounded so ridiculously flirting ya)
His face even got stiffer.
+ No...no...just don't ever say that. That's not nice at all.
- I'm sorry.
Though after that incident he was still a nice guy, too bad he stopped his study after got accepted by a prestigious Bank, not long after that.
Back to the core of the story.
Now, I know why!
Ever since I become a regular reader of Muttawa, I've learnt:
I'd been misguided by American movies, Arabic original princes are like this, this, this...and more on Muttawa
Wise Words Mister
Maybe I'm just being paranoid about this following excerpt from Suara Pembaruan, 14 Nov 2005:
Isn't it like he's humiliating his own religion?
I don't think anyone remember this saying from one of Presidential candidates debate shows last year.
One of the panel was issuing the terrorism attacks that happened in Indonesia.
Let me paraphrase what was the response of one of the contestants:
Hays were his metaphor for oppressed people.
It's like to say it's ok for oppressed people to do terrorism.
Even though maybe what he wanted to address was the crazy wide gap between rich and poor that happens in Indonesia. Still it was and is wrong.
I thank God when he lost.
I just hope our leaders can be wise enough with what they're going to say.
Stupid people like those suicide bombers can't understand metaphor, analogy or assumption and they never use sense of right and wrong.
Dare to spell these:
(translation)
Not in Indonesia
According to AR (he's our former chief of People's Consultative Council) terrorism attack is more appropriate if they were done in Palestine, Chechnya and Moro, South Philippines. In those countries, Islam and Muslims have been in oppression. Hence, it makes sense to fight with violence.
Isn't it like he's humiliating his own religion?
I don't think anyone remember this saying from one of Presidential candidates debate shows last year.
One of the panel was issuing the terrorism attacks that happened in Indonesia.
Let me paraphrase what was the response of one of the contestants:
Seperti rumput yang sudah kering, masih di-injak-injak lagi.He wanted to point it out that hays that are already dried are easy to get burnt.
Hays were his metaphor for oppressed people.
It's like to say it's ok for oppressed people to do terrorism.
Even though maybe what he wanted to address was the crazy wide gap between rich and poor that happens in Indonesia. Still it was and is wrong.
I thank God when he lost.
I just hope our leaders can be wise enough with what they're going to say.
Stupid people like those suicide bombers can't understand metaphor, analogy or assumption and they never use sense of right and wrong.
Dare to spell these:
Do not do terrorismsOr should brainwash everyone with this Mahatma Gandhi's saying:
Cos it's wrong, against any civil law and religion law
Only satanic religion allows killing another human
"There are many causes that I am prepared to die for but no causes that I am prepared to kill for"(Sometime ago during my high school times in the donkey years, I read about him and wikipedia helps me clear my muddling memory)
How Representative
This strip is taken from KOMPAS, Sunday, Nov 13, 2005.
It is Timun, a great cartoon strip from Indonesia.
I can't help to put it here, cos it's VERY TRUE!! :-D
Naughty Timun! :-D
I hope Timun's creator won't mind I decorated the strip a bit with colours and textures.
That man with tacky suit is one of the 'honourable' members of the House of Representative (DPR).
Slip of My Tongue
This is about my uncooperative Asian tongue.The bus was really full that evening, I was lucky Leet and I could sit.
At the bus following stop, an old lady entered the bus.
She's short and stood wobbly, because she couldn't reach the strap-hanging.
No one, though most of the bus passengers were young, gave up a seat for her.
After about one or two minutes, I felt guilty if I didn't give her my seat especially because she stood not far from where I sat.
So I got up projecting my hand to her and intended to ask her if she want to sit, but I ended up saying:
"Do you want to sh*t?"
She stared at me, looking surprised or rather shocked?
No response for some seconds. My face felt so warm, I was sure it became red already. I still stood near my seat so no one could take up the place.
After some sort of delay, she finally said
"Well yes luv, thank you" and grinning.
I was relieved but still felt ashamed. I wanted to get out of the bus promptly but we're still far from our flat.
Then Leet suddenly got up too, pressed the stop button and sign me that we exit the bus on the next stop.
"Why did you do that?" asked Leet.
"Did you think people around notice that?"
The bus was chockablock, and I think there was at least one person in between where she stood and me sitting. There's not way people around us didn't hear that, but I was just hoping Leet would say no.
However Leet's reason to exit the bus earlier was not that, but because that old lady -sorry to have say this, but as soon as she sat, the air around filled with very (I mean VERY) stinky odour. That poor ole lady was a vagrant.
Pious Gmail
Stop the Hate
Grief again in my country,3 girls have left this world forever, killed cold-bloodedly.
Long ago Poso is used to be a peaceful place, that's what I heard.
Why the conflict occurs between these 2 religions that used to be peaceful to each other?
The people of Poso need solution, not debate or comments on who/ what to blame.
I hope everyone realise that false comments will only lead to worsen the situation in Poso.
Remote people can easily write this and that, but they don't think the consequences of their sayings, because they are far and of course safe.
On the news about those misfortunate girls, I found many misleading news.
There are at least 2 blogs mentioned that that happened in Jakarta! Gosh!
I feel sadder to know that some blogs even post the image of the mutilated girls.
Do they think by putting those picture they can catch the butchers?
Please, don't do this to the victims, their family and us.
We only need your pray, if you don't know how to help.
Pray that Indonesian goverment, police, army, people can restore the peace that once belongs to Indonesia.
Stop wearing the mask of empathy, sympathy or humanity if all you want to do is discrediting something that you hate.
Stop the hate, cos your hate might kill someone else somewhere and that means you are a killer as well.
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