RanDOmLy WritteN

In the newspaper today (30^th September 2009, an article with the headlines ‘Terrorist cased Jakarta hotels before bombing’ caught my attention. “What now?” I said to my mother, shaking my head.

“Aiyor Terrorist again? These terrorist darn Terrifying lah, nothing better to do is it?”

Just some background info on why Islam Terrorists are Terrorist. They believe that the Jihad (holy war) is a command to all Muslims enforced by the Quran. The focus is to overcome people who do not accept Islam.  Islam is a religion of works.  Dying in jihad is a great honor, and it is the only way a Muslim is assured of entering Paradise at all.  This is why you see Muslims leaving their own nations to fight jihad in other countries. Jihad is the motivation behind almost every act of terrorism done in the name of Islam.

IF this is what happens when a man believes in a God and becomes so piously religious, I think we’d be better of if the whole bunch were hard-core atheist instead.

‘In one of the video, the 2 bombers, Dani Dwi Permana,18, and Nana Ikhwan Maulana, 28,…..etc etc ’

“What?” I exclaim, “This Dani guy was just 18!!”

*Note the ‘was’ used in the sentence. On july 17^th, Dani and Nana were behind the twin suicide hotel bombings which killed several people. After such a deliberate attempt at JIHAD obviously these 2 people are dead and gone. To where? I leave that to the reader to conclude.

That poor deluded 18-year old Fool..,.

A lot of words could be used to describe suicide bombers. Decieved, deluded, violent, stupid and Brave are among the chief words that occur to me at the moment. Yes, Brave. That was no typing error. It takes a lot of faith and courage to decide to die for what you believe in Voluntarily. These people literally decided to themselves >>

“Okay I’m going to Die next month because that’s what my religious leaders say I should do and because the Quran says that I should go make a jihad War. Heaven here I come!! ”

Dumb maybe, incredibly INSane AND selfish probably but in way, they deserve to be admired because Despite all that was wrong with them no on can say they weren’t brave or weren’t willing to sacrifice OR that their faith wasn’t strong.

Now on the other hand,

Sutini, ibunda Dani Dwi Permana, tersangka pelaku bom bunuh diri, mengutuk mereka yang telah merekrut anaknya sebagai pelaku bom bunuh diri.

“Sebenarnya yang merekrut anak saya adalah pengecut,” ujarnya sebelum mengantar jenazah anaknya di Instalasi Kamar Jenazah RS Polri, Kramatjati, Jakarta Timur, Rabu siang. (extracted from KapanLagi.com)

Translated

Sutini, Mother of Dani Dwi permanda criticizes those who recruited her son as a suicide bomber. “The truth is they that recruited my son are cowards,” she exclaims & etc etc.

-(My sentiments exactly.)-

Ps : Pray for these people, because I believe that these very suicide bombers might have made very good Christians.

I just HAVE to do this.

I want to get something of my chest.

Today, somebody (lEts name this Person AnONYmous) asked me

“so what are you Doing now?”

And I jokingly answered “I’m being a nice person!”

Anonymous thus answered “No, u can never be a nice person! because we’re all sinful people”.

I was frankly taken aback not to mention Intimidated by this response to what had been an innocent comment and joke on my part. Furthermore, like most jokes, it DID Have a grain of truth in it as I really do Intend and Try to be/become as nice a person as I can be!

I then responded with something like “Yes but Jesus Died on the cROSS for me didn’t he?! And so I’ve been redeemed by his grace!and no longer bear the weight of my sins! ”

Anonymous decided to counter this remark by “Still we are still sinners even after he Died for us and we can’t say that we’re all uplifted and free now”

“ wELL, v r CLEANSED sinners,” I say.

“BUT , we are STILL SINNERS,” Anonymous says.

I End this most Peculiar conversation by saying confidently that “whatever it is I know that because of Jesus I’m saved and that if I died tomorrow I know that I’ll be going to meet Him in Heaven because of His mercy and Grace.”.

Anonymous of course doesn’t argue with that so he nods and this is where the people around us intercede into the conversation with a

“AIYOR u guys!! enough debating lah”

Somehow I’m not happy with this conversation. Till now it just keeps recurring in my mind. Which is why I’m blogging about it , to get it out of my system. I don’t like it at all!!! There;s something wrong about it. I’m pretty sure that whoever is reading this will FEEL that indeed, there is something Not right about this conversation. I can’t quite put into words what that something is? I can’t really do it without putting down this person which is what I’d like to avoid because This “something wrong” is pretty rampant among quite a lot ofChristians and I’m actually referring to this as a General thing about Christians that can be such a turn off.

* I bet Amanda ONG is cringing as she reads the above conversation. *

Mahatma Gandhi said , “iF it weren’t for Christians I’d be a Christian”

I decided to find the applicable definitions for “nice person”

Nice: . 1. Pleasing and agreeable in nature

2. Exhibiting courtesy and politeness

3. of good character and reputation

4. Having a pleasant or attractive appearance

Person :

according to wikipedia, the term person in common usage means an individual human.

(obviously THAT is the context of the word in the term ‘nice person’)

so tell me ., my dear and beloved readers.  Christian and Non-christian, bASed on the common definitions above, is it NOT possible to be a NICE PERSON?

*feedback on this entry is Really welcome And would be very much appreciated as i really want to know what other people think. so Do drop me a msg on facebook or an email because i know that its VERY hard to drop a comment in a Friendster blog unless your signed into friendster, * thanks!

*LambYkins* ,*

email vitreouszircon@hotmail.com

Let me describe the Pain as I’m feeling it right now. It feels like my guts are going to drop out. Ohhh the PAIN!!! -_-

It’s worst than giving birth because when in labour your given anesthetics, And your secure in the knowledge that eventually a baby is going to come out to make it all worth it. The only thing that comes out from Menstrual Pain is Blood.

I Realise that the magnitude of abdominal cramps and other menstrual related Pains are often unappreciated by the more lucky people who Don’t get them or don’t get them badly. The idea is “Ceyh period pain only mar. not fever, not gastric”.

So what’s the big deal?

Ok it’s a BIG DEAL. Hurts super bad. This is not a scheme to get sympathy. Heard the phrase “Gut Wrenching”??

This is Exactly what gut wrenching must feel like.

And it’s not just confined to the stomach area, other areas affected as well which I’m not going to elaborate on. ..

And I’ve come to a stage of discomfort that I’ve lost my appetite for lunch and I can’t even have a nap because of the pangs in my stomach.

Yes I know it’s not cancer, it’s not gastric. But the fact is,it can be Crippling. So have a little empathy here can?

i just saw my New Baby Cousin for the FIRST TIME. hehe. FANTASTIC. Appeals to my adoration for all creatures sMall. round and responsive. i’m begginning to feel a maternal instinct ALREADY.

he’s staying at my granny’s while his parents are in KL With his older brother.

his name?? ANDREW (V call him ANdre since its andrew in french) and he is one and a half months old.

When we are weak, tired, and on the verge of drowning, loosing control..

GRASP at Him Desperately!!!and Don’t let go. He will keep us from falling.  Keep your hold on Him.

God , Lift me up.!

DON’T LET ME FALL

Rain, rain on my face
It hasnt stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud

Chorus:

But if I cant swim after forty days
And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up - when Im falling
Lift me up - Im weak and Im dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - keep me from drowning again

Downpour on my soul
Splashing in the ocean, Im losing control
Dark sky all around
I cant feel my feet touching the ground

[chorus]

Calm the storms that drench my eyes
Dry the streams still flowing
Cast down all the waves of sin
And guilt that overthrow me

[chorus]

Lift me up - when Im falling
Lift me up - Im weak and Im dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - keep me from drowning again

Applause to Mr. Spiritual Leader Nikky, who achieved unexpected enlightenment lately together with the knowledge that he and his “gang” are the only ones privi to the luxury of heaven after death.

“The Islam preached by P*S is different from the Islam practised by U*no members as the latter will not get Muslims anywhere and definitely not to heaven.
“Based on this, I believe the people of ********* Pasir will vote for the P*S candidate Ms. Man to represent them,” he told reporters after accompanying the opposition candidate to the nomination centre on Monday.

I give this dude an A for effort. Talk about creative politics. This is creativity at its most creative. However, I don’t think this was a smart move. I mean.. COME ON…-_-!

(title of post taken from movie of the same name. no pun intended.)

As I was heading back to my car after tahPaU-ing my usual Sunday breakfast of “PAN Mee” from the coffeeshop beside my neighborhood market, I noticed an oldish man of around 70 at his stall, preparing chee cheong fan for a horde of hungry would-be customers. What brought this particular vendor to my attention was not the large slab of marble used to cook the smooth, slithery noodles but that he was smiling happily to himself whilst going about his work…

I thought then, “He must make fantastic CCF (chee cheong fun)!”

I think I’ll give his noodles a try next week. =)

This simple satisfaction and joy in doing what one does every day for a living isn’t easy to come by. In this sense, the skinny, old Uncle Chee Cheong Fun vendor in my neighborhood coffeeshop is better off than many a tired businessman and weary politician.

i know this guy who has this ability to turn a simple conversation into something like a Counter Strike game.  An exaggeration? If so, a fairly acceptable one.

Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.

One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .

Growth and change is necessary with time isn’t it? A stunted apple can only be a shadow of a full, ripe apple while a piece of dried, salted pork will never attain the glory of being fly-infested and eventually decaying and rotting away into dust.

I foresee some of my readers making certain derisive sounds both mentally and verbally.

“An Apple? A piece of meat? Can she really not come up with better examples?”

To be perfectly honest with you, i probably can’t. See AS FAR as I’m concerned ,

(which isn’t actually that far)

the whole point in writing is to be able to convey a certain message of what I’M thinking, what I want to convey and what I want to say. (Note how it’s all about I. =p)

Hence, it is perfectly acceptable for Me to use these slightly unconventional examples/metaphors as long as whoever who reads this understands MY point.

DO YOU GET WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE??!!!!

As I browsed through my blog I realized that I was inspired to fight my increasingly slow and cumbersome internet connection, friendster’s refusal to allow me to post anything up unless I sign into my long abandoned friendster account, my lack of faith in my writing skills, and my opinion that next to nobody is going to read these postings in my very well hidden and top secret black and white blog. Inspired by what? Take a look at the last 3 most recent posts… =/

on a lighter note,

The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers

It IS BECAUSE..

Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P

. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT

Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)

Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.

Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*

Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.

your truly

*Lambykins*