Stupid Mr. Rumsfeld

Quoting Mr. Rumsfeld's opinion on guantanamo detainees who refuse to eat:

"There are a number of people who go on a diet where they don't eat for a period and then go off of it at some point. And then they rotate and other people do that,"

if it was a political rethoric, he has put himself in a position similar to dumb and dumber. How could he say that stupid word "diet" in a situation like this. He should have made up a more sensible respon that does not embarass american political leaders, by making the list of lies told by him and his fellow politicians much longer.

I'm not rying to be nit-picking in this sense, but if people in such a situation refuse to eat, it must be an issue in that horrible place. For instance, moslems do eat pork, they should respect such thing by giving them proper food, cheap vegetarian dish would do better than meat (this is just my own thought). I'm not expecting those soldiers to treat them properly because it's just a dream that never come true (because they are all robot without heart and soul).

But the thing is, i can't understand why American tax payers keep on doing this, paying taxs for the purpose of :
- Buying weapons for war in Iraq
- Feeding Guantanamo detainees
- Giving hi-salary to Mr. "beating around the" BUSH and his "smart and honest" friends
- Supporting young american soldiers who will soon die for oil

Back to Mr. Rumsfeld, please do not assume that people do not know what are you trying to explain. You are not smart enough to fool people, because they know that you are a liar. do not assume that what you said about WMD has been forgotten. once you said X and the next day you said Y. Hmmmm if you think people forget it, your guardian angels keep a neat and tidy record of your deeds, for sure.

The V* Monologues

it's all out of curiousity so i bought a ticket to attend a special performance, a monologue. If you are familiar with theatre and art performance you'd understand the thing that i'm referring to as V*.

Ok, it's all weird because the artists spoke very frankly about it, to me they simply trying to reclaiming their existence as female. that's it...!!! in fact the reality out there is often shocking as they said, some of the experience are very close to us and some are painful beyond belief and you do not even think that human beings could do those things. the point is human beings are often abused simply because they are women!!.

things i like most is the idea of making people realize that there is something in women that should be appreciated as the way it should be. I can't speak frankly about it (even mention its name) because i feel like it's not me. this kind of performance is a way of developing maturity of our society to thin about who they are, and where they come from.

empty, meaningless, you often think of it as nothing and everything at the same time. hmmmmmmmm.

things that i really don't like is the way they force other people to believe in what they think as right. in fact it is totally wrong. Because as they try to explain the importance of being women the way they try to tell people about their gender showing the opposite aim of the former objective. confuse ?, ok you try to tell people that you need to be respected as an independent human being but at the same time you act as if you want to be disrespected... how would they respect you feminism if you do not respect your own feminism.....

they said the story was based on the true story through interviewing women from many different background, but one thing they missed out they did not interviewed female moslem scholars!!!, weird ha?? oh yes indeed. and therefore all their story are far from complite because they did not embrace all part of the V* society with their own different value of life.

they do not know that feminism in islam is far too good, respectable, genuine and full of grace and kindness. they do not know that women have special and heavenly place in God's law.

i wish you all know about it, anyhow you are all great artists but not good enough to convince me that you can protect women's body and soul by doing this without any touch of God's value.

goodluck ................

Love your body, do not fix it cause it was never broken (Eve Eastner)

Going Home............

i went to the airport this afternoon, farewelling my friend (my ex-housemate for two months) na'im and her husband who's going back home to Indonesia. to be honest everytime i go there i miss home so badly and i can't wait to be home again.

Where is home............in a building where we were born?, i remember the quotation she wrote in miling list :

"We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home." (Australian Aboriginal Proverb)

oh God, we've been wandering through this life for years, from small villages through to big cities, what are we looking for... and what should we take home.

we left our heart here and there, we meet people with their happiness and sorrow. we learn to live and to depend on ourselves. we learn to help others and sometimes without realising we hurt others.

we learn to grow up................

selamat jalan na'im, sahabat yang bijak

Rendra & Tom Stoddart

Rendra, he performed this afternoon in Power House Art Center in the city, reciting his poems accompanied by his wife and Sawung jabo (finally i met him!!!, great mucisian). Poetry,.... a language of heart and soul, is the piece of artwork that i can not enjoy wholeheartedly, sometime i can let myself truly involve in the beauty of rhyme and lines and other time i can't bear the "openness" of poetry. In fact some of his poets are excellent and some are rubbish!!

Why do people write poems, well.......sometimes romanticism just happen to born in our heart when we feel something extraordinary, happy, sad or simply expressing our gratitude for God's blessings. But to me, there are experience that should NOT be exposed by pens and paper which in turn should NOT be read in public. The secrect of "secret experiences" should be remain the secret of heart and soul. Secret that must never ever be revealed because God loves it to remain a secret between Himself and "the dreamers".

Anyway, maybe it is me who interpret his poems in this way, because to me, a poet is the art of languange and should not be disgraced.

.......and tonight, i came home with a dizziness in my head and i directky went to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night. I happen to be browsing the blogs until i came accros a blog that provide a link to artworks of Tom Stoddart, a photojournalist. I truly believe that pictures speak louder that the loudest voice on earth, and suddenly i feel so scared and my gut is like spinning around. God...if we human beings are created with Your love, then why do we don't care about each other.

Utopia..........this word resounds many times in my head as i see the slide show back and forth. why on earth people do not try to search their existence as human being. Human beings who claim themselves as the most civilised society seems to be the most unciviliced human beings in this world. and we........Human beings .........starving ..........not only our body but also our soul. starving to wait for a helping hand. who's hand...?,

"you live your life like animal so you die like animal, you live your life like a human being so you die like a human being"

in the counry of Purple Jacaranda, October 17th 2005

UCI

Uci is the first granddaughter of my mom and dad, cos, before her all are boys. She's pretty and smart, you don't need to teach her twice things like math and science and she the best in remembering things like in the social science and religion. But sometimes she can be a bit hard to herself especialy in the morning when she has to go to school early she often refuse to take her breakfast. hmmmmmmmm,


after her, i also got some other nieces, Fifi and then Ita, ...

I do not know how's life would be, but one thing to remember, keep learning, you are arrows that are going to fly to the unknown place called future. life could be not as easy as at home.

i wish you all the best..........your auntie

Afifah

Afifah is the only girl in my brother's family, she's a bit different from my other talkative nieces. She's calm and quiet, that's why we call her ibu... hehehe. but never ever try to tease her, she can be ..........(can't find any words to explain). ............Love you Fifi

your auntie

Bibi i'

ITA

ita, she is one of a kind.......be with me in this!!!, i remember when my dad was sick, she was the only kid who close to him and fed him and suprisingly my dad who was a bit difficult to be fed could easily eat when ita with him.......hmmmmmmm my lovely little Ita.

i wish you all the best sweetheart

bibi i

Super Duper stupid of me

am i....?, don't know exactly, maybe i just misunderstood things they said. Well maybe because we were raised in different culture and language, their jokes sometimes are not funny at all (to me, but they lough out loud at it...whewww), or things they said just weird and don't make any sense.

Yesterday i supposed to be seeing someone because ..(i can't say he or she, cos .. is an important person in my life, at least for now) said i can see ... at this time. then i went there, .. was not at ... office, ... colleague said .. is out for a week. OK, so why did .. said that i could see.. at this time?, weird ha...well i just say this because people in this place like to keep their words.

So i assume that i just have to look back into my self, my understanding of culture and human beings. Because, i just have to learn to do this, failing to do so will cause lots of trouble in my future life.

ok broer, i'm still learning.

Beauty Tips

• For attaractive lips, speak words of kindness
• For lovely eyes, seek out good things in people
• For slim figure, share your food with the hungry
• For beatiful hair, let children run their fingers through it
• For Poise, walk with knowledge that you will never walk alone
• People even more things, have to be restored, renewed, redeemed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed.
• Never throw out anybody
• Remember if you need a helping hand you'll find one at the end of your arm, as you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands one for helping yourself and the other for helping others
• The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figures that she carries or the way she combs her hair, the beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides, and the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul and with passing years; only grows..................

(thanks to a friend who e-mailed me this lovely quotes, i wish you all the best.................)

Where i belong

dedicated to Marwah Mappangara....................

Here i stand in the northern rain
and i can't believe i'm home again
and i can't believe how nothing's change
i'm finding my way

Old park bench where i carved my name
but now it doesn't stand alone
cause now the trees are overgrown
many of road that i've travelled
that's led me astray
here's where my heart gonna stay

this is where i belong
this is where i come from
no need to shed my tears or face my fears anymore
so i won't walk alone
taking things on my own
all or the land i've roamed
memories of my home
they keep beating strong
this is where i belong

this is where i belong-Boyzone

(this is a song that reminds me with my best friend, a friend in my happiness and sorrow, a friend who look me at heart and soul, a friend who's always there with her warm hand to hold mine, because when you hold your friend's hand you give him/her a peace of mind as the way he/she give you a peace of mind)

a letter to you

i still remember

in every afternoon when you came home from school, you asked me to put off your shoes and then i just digged your pocket to find some money. I always got it because i knew you always have it even without you told me.

i still remember when i was five or six years old when we went to the garden, you carried me on your shoulder, then your walked into the river and taught how to swim, and i did it, and you were so happy for me. you always there when i was afraid of the deep water, but i knew there was your hand to reached out for.

i also realised that you've inspired me, not only by words but by the things you had done. This is actually a strong foundation you provided for me, that enables me to feel strong enough tostand on my own feet.

until one early morning when i was to leave home, i hold you tighly, kissing your hand and foot and shed your tears away...not knowing it would be for the last time, until you leave us forever.....

i found myself a new blind in a strange.............but i remember you ...who always be strong in every storm.

i realised that you were lonely because most when we grew up we left you to make or own world.

day after day have gone without you and i miss you beyond words. what i miss most is time long ago when you were always there with us in every single problem, we knew we count on you.

now my life is a bit complicated, people coming into my life, some left happy memories in my heart, others just taking me for granted. But i know i must be strong becuase you taught me to be strong. You know what i got lots of new friend everyday and they are so nice to me.................................

( in a memory of my father)

Ya Allah, semoga Engkau memberinya tempat yang baik disisi-Mu, Amiin.

i know............

i know that my destiny has been defined, and therefore i have a peace of mind

i know no one else will do my jobs, so i keep myself busy doing it by myself

i know God always look at me, and i will be ashamed if He finds me doing wrong

i know my death is waiting for me, so i prepare myself to meet Him

(Ari Ginanjar Agustian's ESQ)