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| MR PRIME MINISTER (MALAYSIA) DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? |
| 01.31.08 (9:32 am) [edit] |
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Mr. Prime Minister,
First there were 2,500.
Then there were 138,000.
Now there are 30,000.
Tomorrow there will be more.
The day after even more.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Do you hear them?
Do you hear the people sing?
Do you hear the song of angry men?
Do you hear the music of the people who will not keep silent any more?
Do you hear the beating of the people’s hearts?
The beating of their hearts for justice is louder than the beating your police can give.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Do you see them?
Do you see the people’s tears?
Do you see the people in a sea of yellow two kilometers long?
Do you see the tears on their faces?
The tears from their cry for democracy are more than those your tear gas can cause.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Do you feel them?
Do you feel the people’s force?
Do you feel the strength of the people who will not be marginalized and oppressed any more?
The strength of their resolve for equality is more than the force of your water canons.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Do you know them?
Do you know the people’s dream?
Do you know the dream of the people for justice, equality, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?
The power of the people in their thirst for justice, is stronger than the brute force you can ever muster.
Mr Prime Minister,
Do you hear the people?
William Leong Jee Keen
26th November 2007
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| A REAL American People |
| 01.22.08 (11:13 am) [edit] |
RESERVATIONS OF AN AIRLINE AGENT
(After Surviving 130,000 Calls From The Traveling Public)
I work in a central reservation office of an airline. After more than 130,000 conversations -- all ending with "Have a nice day and thanks for calling" -- I think it's fair to say that I'm a survivor.
I've made it through all the calls from adults who didn't know the difference between a.m. and p.m.,
from mothers of military recruits who didn't trust their little soldiers to get it right,
from the woman who called to get advice on how to handle her teenage daughter,
from the man who wanted to ride inside the kennel with his dog so he wouldn't have to pay for a seat,
from the woman who wanted to know why she had to change clothes on our flight between Chicago and Washington (she was told she'd have to make a change between the two cities)
and from the man who asked if I'd like to discuss the existential humanism that emanates from the soul of Habeeb.
In five years, I've received more than a boot camp education regarding the astonishing lack of awareness of our American citizenry. This lack of awareness encompasses every region of the country, economic status, ethnic background, and level of education. My battles have included everything from a man not knowing how to spell the name of the town he was from,
to another not recognizing the name of "Iowa" as being a state,
to another who thought he had to apply for a foreign passport to fly to West Virginia. They are the enemy and they are everywhere.
In the history of the world there has never been as much communication and new things to learn as today. Yet, after asking a woman from New York what city she wanted to go to in Arizona, she asked "Oh...is it a big place?"
I talked to a woman in Denver who had never heard of Cincinnati, a man in Minneapolis who didn't know there was more than one city in the South ("wherever the South is"),
a woman in Nashville who asked, "Instead of paying for my ticket, can I just donate the money to the National Cancer Society?",
and a man in Dallas who tried to pay for his ticket by sticking quarters in the pay phone he was calling from.
I knew a full invasion was on the way when, shortly after signing on, a man asked if we flew to exit 35 on the New Jersey Turnpike.
Then a woman asked if we flew to area code 304.
And I knew I had been shipped off to the front when I was asked, "When an airplane comes in, does that mean it's arriving or departing?"
I remembered the strict training we had received -- four weeks of regimented classes on airline codes, computer technology, and telephone behavior -- and it allowed for no means of retaliation. "Troops," we were told, "it's real hell out there and you got no defense. You're going to hear things so silly you can't even make 'em up. You'll try to explain things to your friends that you don't even believe yourself, and just when you think you've heard it all, someone will ask if they can get a free round-trip ticket to Europe by reciting 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'."
Well, Sarge was right. It wasn't long before I suffered a direct hit from a woman who wanted to fly to Hippopotamus, NY. After assuring her that there was no such city, she became irate and said it was a big city with a big airport. I asked if Hippopotamus was near Albany or Syracuse. It wasn't. Then I asked if it was near Buffalo. "Buffalo!" she said. "I knew it was a big animal!"
Then I crawled out of my bunker long enough to be confronted by a man who tried to catch our flight in Maconga. I told him I'd never heard of Maconga and we certainly didn't fly to it. But he insisted we did and to prove it he showed me his ticket: Macon, GA.
I've done nothing during my conversational confrontations to indicate that I couldn't understand English. But after quoting the round-trip fare the passenger just asked for, he'll always ask: "...Is that one-way?" I never understood why they always question if what I just gave them is what they just asked for. Then I realized it was part of the hell Sarge told us about.
But I've survived to direct the lost, correct the wrong, comfort the weary, teach U.S. geography and give tutoring in the spelling and pronunciation of American cities. I have been told things like: "I can't go stand-by for your flight because I'm in a wheelchair." I've been asked such questions as: "I have a connecting flight to Knoxville. Does that mean the plane sticks to something?" And once a man wanted to go to Illinois. When I asked what city he wanted to go to in Illinois, he said, "Cleveland, Ohio."
After 130,000 little wars of varying degrees, I'm a wise old veteran of the communicating conflict and can anticipate with accuracy what the next move by "them" will be. Seventy-five percent won't have anything to write on.
Half will not have thought about when they're returning. A third won't know where they're going; 10 percent won't care where they're going. A few won't care if they get back. And James will be the first name of half the men who call.
But even if James doesn't care if he gets to the city he never heard of; even if he thinks he has to change clothes on our plane that may stick to something; even if he can't spell, pronounce, or remember what city he's returning to, he'll get there because I've worked very hard to make sure that he can. Then with a click of the phone, he'll become a part of my past and I'll be hoping the next caller at least knows what day it is.
Oh, and James..."Thanks for calling and have a nice day."
By: Jonathan Lee -- TheWashingtonPost
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| Day of Asyura |
| 01.21.08 (2:51 pm) [edit] |
Hi folks,
I am really tired today, really damn tired. Nearly snored in front of computer. Wanna know what happen.
Saturday morning I went to buy items for Asyura porridge, back and forth by evening I get all the items I need. We start cooking at 9.30 p.m. At that time about 50 people came down and helps us.
We borrow a really big wok (about 5 feet in diameter) from nearby surau and we start putting 10-kg rice and cook. By midnight there’s only about 20 people left. As I mention to LOST, we cannot stop stirring the porridge till it’s cooked. At 3.00am only about 15 people left and the final ingredient (10kg coconut milk) being put into the wok.
Almost reach 5.00am we heard the blasting sound coming from the porridge that means the porridge is done. Quickly we took the porridge out from the wok to cool it down.
I am really tired at that time, I went home take shower, prayer and went for breakfast. At 7.30am I went home and sleep.
I don’t have any picture to post so I guess this can give you some idea
Adios
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| Day of Asyura |
| 01.21.08 (2:50 pm) [edit] |
Hi folks,
I am really tired today, really damn tired. Nearly snored in front of computer. Wanna know what happen.
Saturday morning I went to buy items for Asyura porridge, back and forth by evening I get all the items I need. We start cooking at 9.30 p.m. At that time about 50 people came down and helps us.
We borrow a really big wok (about 5 feet in diameter) from nearby surau and we start putting 10-kg rice and cook. By midnight there’s only about 20 people left. As I mention to LOST, we cannot stop stirring the porridge till it’s cooked. At 3.00am only about 15 people left and the final ingredient (10kg coconut milk) being put into the wok.
Almost reach 5.00am we heard the blasting sound coming from the porridge that means the porridge is done. Quickly we took the porridge out from the wok to cool it down.
I am really tired at that time, I went home take shower, prayer and went for breakfast. At 7.30am I went home and sleep.
I don’t have any picture to post so I guess this can give you some idea
Adios
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| Asyura Day |
| 01.18.08 (3:42 pm) [edit] |
Hi all,
How’s life kicking you now? Hope you all can have a bit moment and read my post. Nothing much but just want to share with you one of the most important day in Islamic calendar, that is Asyura Day.
Asyura Day falls on 10th of Muharram. Muharram is the first month of Muslim calendar (Muslim calendar follows moon). Lots of stories happen during Day of Asyura but I just want to focus on one thing, that is Asyura porridge.
According Muslims history after the big flood, Prophet Noah’s ship landed on a mountain. That day they said happen on 10th of Muharram (that is called Asyura Day). After everybody got out from the ship, only a little food left for them to eat. So they decide to gather anything that can be eaten and cook (become porridge).
Yomkippur in Jewish (as a same date to Asyura) being celebrate as the day when GOD gave Torah (Old Testament) to Mosses
In my country, we celebrate that day (falls on 19 January 08), and I am the chef who gonna cook the Asyura porridge. So I shall share with you the recipe (you can try INK).
1. Gula / Sugar 10 kg
2. Manisan / Molasses (sugar came from coconut trees) 1 kg
3. Ubi Stelo / Tapioca 5 kg
4. Kacang Hijau / Green bean 3 kg (soak in the water to soften it)
5. Santan / Coconut milk 10 kg
6. Beras / Rice 10 kg
7. Kelapa parut / Desiccated coconut 1 kg (fry without oil till become brown)
8. Garam kasar / Salt about 100 grams
9. Daging / Meat 3 kg (broil and cut into smaller pieces)
10. Jagung / Corn 6 tin
That’s the main ingredient, smaller parts are
1. Halia / Ginger ¼ kg
2. Lengkuas / Galangal ½ kg
3. Serai / Lemongrass ½ kg
4. Bawang Merah / Red onion 1 ½ kg
5. Bawang Puteh / Garlic 100 grams
The most important parts are the spices. These spices can only being found in Kelantan. It is the mixture of several spices and we call it Awah.
How to cook?
First of all, take a big pot, put all the rice inside there (of course you have to wash it first) and cook. Put also tapioca, green bean and corn. Add water if necessary. Cook them till all mixed up and becomes porridge (the color become dark brown). It took about 4 hours to cook it. Stir the porridge from the beginning and please do not stop at all.
At the same time all the smaller parts (ginger, galangal and others) must be fry without oil and add the Awah. Fry till its turn brown (smell pretty nice), let it cool down as you need to mix it later with the porridge.
When the first parts become porridge, add coconut milk and salt (don’t stop stir the porridge)
When all mixed up (about 2 hours later) add sugar and molasses. Cook till all mixed up (another 2 hours). The finally you can put the Awah and meat and cook it about 2 hours.
When all in and the porridge become sticky you can put it into the small pan and let it cool down for about 2 hours.
This is very delicious and tomorrow night we are going to cook it. Our plan is that we start about 9.00 p.m. and we hope that we can finish it by 10.00 am the next day.
Wanna join me?
Enjoy…
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| Jokes (i guess...) |
| 01.15.08 (5:11 pm) [edit] |
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Embarrassing Moment
A young lady accidentally gives birth inside the lift. She’s really embarrass and did not want to come out from the lift. The building management decides to call cops, ambulance and psychiatrist to help her overcome the embarrassing moments and sent her to hospital.
Dr : I knew this is the embarrassing moments for you but you have a very lovely baby now, you should be happy.
Woman : No… no… no…
Dr : This is not the worst moment of your life, ok I tell you a story. 2 years ago I help a girl giving birth inside the stinky drain.
Woman : waaaaaaaa…. That’s me
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Phone Conversation
Guy : Hey dude, how’s life?
XX : Hi, errr…you wanna speak to who?
Guy : Opps sorry… Mr Blue please
XX : Sorry… my name is Red
Guy : Opps sorry… wrong color!
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Concert
After a concert, the rock singer being applause by his band for an astonishing performance and his powerful scream
Guitarist : wow dude, you’re really great. You scream like hell on earth
Singer : oh that one, sorry I got electrical shock by this stupid microphone.
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2 Dollar Shop
SAM: Why are you angry at 2-dollar shop
DOL: They lie to me, I bought 3 item and they ask me 6 dollars.
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Drown
SAM: You say that your pet drown, how do you know?
DOL: Because my pet is a fish, I saw her drowning inside the bathtub.
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SAM : Last night I saw a ghost
DOL : Really? You are not scare
SAM : Nope, I think that ghost got scare of me
DOL : How do you know?
SAM : Her face looks pale
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SAM : Why your coffee tastes funny
DOL : Sugar out of stock
SAM : Then why you put salt?
DOL : I told you I’m out of sugar
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SAM : I saw you for a couple of days you have a candle light dinner with your wife, she must love it.
DOL : Nope, she’s really piss off. I forgot to pay electric bill.
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SAM : I have AIDS? No way dude… no way
DOL : I read this article, 1 out of 10 person in this country has ADIS. I asked 9 person already and they said that they did not have AIDS. You are the 10th person, so definitely you have AIDS.
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SAM : Your cough sounds pretty bad already.
DOL : Really? I should practice more so that the sounds sound better.
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SAM : Twice already our shop being rob by the same person.
DOL : I told you not to put the sign “PLEASE COME AGAIN”
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| Why Mother Drinks.... |
| 01.14.08 (10:33 am) [edit] |
Hi guys,
I am really sorry for al long ‘leave’ as lots lots lots of things I have to settle. Hope now I have time to read all your blogs.
Thank you,
Errr… have fun
A Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.
Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Mom" With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Mom,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Mom she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.
Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son Jon
P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.
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