Give Peace a Chance*)

So, I woke up this morning as usual. Got in shower, dressed up etc and when I checked my phone just to see the time (y'all do this, right? let alone the big clock on your wall lol) I got some bashful and hatred comments on some of my instagram posts from a guy named @jzeichner8 I don't even know this guy but seems like he's offended either by my religion or by my hijab, come on dude, this is 2015 already. hate is so last century. But anyway, I didn't angry with him, not at all. And he wasn't the first and only Muslim basher or Islamophobia that I know (or I got to know in a hard way) I know that he has his own reason why he was so negative toward me or toward Muslim. There's some Muslim out there who give Islam a bad name. Anyone remember the shooting in Central Sydney? 911? ISIS? Well, another shooting just had happened in Paris (actually I just shared a post on Hebdo Massacre the minute I got those hateful comments and FYI, one of the victim has been identified as 42 years old Muslim police officer named Ahmed Merabet so yeah Muslim is killed too, please put people in Gaza and Syria in your prayers too). Seriously I'm not agree with those extremist, Islam is the peaceful religion. Muhammad, the Prophet is the best role model for His patience, caring and loving attitude not only to Muslims but to everyone regardless what's their religion, skin color etc. To be honest, I'm sick with people who claim themselves Muslims but act very different with what a real Muslim should be. Stop killing for the sake of religion, stop the war, spread the love, be kind. To those non Muslims out there, I apologize for these extremist. I'm sorry for all the violence, those are not under my religion., not in my name. Islam had taught me to be kind, to respect others, to love others unconditionally, to say something nice or shut my mouth, that we are one, that nobody is perfect, don't judge people by their cover but by what's inside. So let's stop hating, start loving. let's hand-in-hand to make this world a better place to live in. Hate is such a strong word, so is love. Choose wisely, Give peace a chance. #NotInMyName #JeSuisHumanity *) quote by John Lennon

Sometimes it's just Stupidoamore

Let me cry at least for tonight Don’t ask why Just let me I deserve it

Dear Human, With Love.. Mother Earth

Sometimes I wonder how if a trees grown money

I bet people would grow as much as tree as they could

The trees make forest, and it goes wider here and there

What if the river flows with gold all over the surface

Would you still throwing trashes in it?

Wouldn’t you care to keep it clean for the sake of the gold?

But, there is no money on the trees

Nor gold all over the river

So you cut the trees off, the forest burning and slowly killed

And you still throw your rubbish on the river

And bomb the fish, make it dirty

Cause you just don’t care.

Love me if you can

I dare you to love me when I'm sad, because I'm not always be the happy go lucky person even with those smiles plastered on my face.
I dare you to love when I'm mad, because I'm not a Saint.
I dare you to love when I'm bad, because sometimes I just could feel like a hell.
I dare you to love me when I'm PMS-ing, cause that's the curse of being a woman and it's a blessing as well cause I may give you our little ones one day.

I dare you to love me everytime, not some time because I'm the person for the hit and run.
I dare you to love me at the good and bad, not when you want something from me.

Love me if you can, not because I'm perfect but because we're perfect when we're together.
Love me  if you can, not for all my fabulous but all my flaws too.
Love me if you can, not because I'm a smart and independent but also because I can be silly and curse like a sailor.
Love me if you can, not because you can't live without me but just because you don't want to live without me.
Love me if you can, not only at my sweetest side but also when I'm all sarcastic and cynical.
Altough sometimes there's only one person in a relationshit, I dare you to love me if you can.

Journalist Michael Hastings Dies in Fiery Crash / Hollywood RAW FOOTAGE

Some of you may not know Michael Hastings personally, I don't know him either. But since I read his book "I Lost My Love in Baghdad: a Modern War Story", a story about the lost of his fiancee in Baghdad a year before the book was released, I felt him. I felt his grieve, his sadness, I also felt his brave, his fearless and his intelligence. 

My respect on him just went up after I read his article in Rolling Stone, "the Runaway General". The first thing came to my mind after I read that was "damn, this man is fucking awesome, but he is fucking messed up too. He gotta watch his back!". FYI, that article led to the resignation of General Stanley McChrystal, the head General of U.S.A Operation in Afghanistan.

I assume that Mr. Hastings' life would be full of terror afterward. 

But again, he wowed  me when he finally released the book based on the article "The Operator". He once again showed me that he was a fearless and brave journalist/writer/reporter.

He was a smart ones, very few people like him. He wouldn't stay quiet and stand forward for what he believed.He was sometimes invited by the mainstreams news for a talk show or a debate.

It shocked me when I read about he killed in a fiery crash in Hollywood, I kept following the accident story ever since. The more I read the news, watch the witness' videos, the more I believe that it wasn't an accident at all, he was assassinated. I can't tell by who, but I can tell why he was murdered. 

Hours before the car crash, he sent a panicked email to his colleagues about being investigated by FBI and was going staying low and need to go off the radar. He was also contacted the Wikileaks' lawyer, Jennifer Robinson, just a few hours before his crash.

He was murdered because before his death he was working on a story about Drone Surveillance in the US and it's speculated that he was researching Jill Kelley case, a story about privacy lawsuit by Florida socialite against the Department of Defense and the FBI. Jill Kelley alleges that military officials and the FBI leaked her name to the media to discredit her after she reported receiving a stream of emails that were traced to Paula Broadwell, a biographer of former CIA director, David H. Petraus.

Well, I'm not a conspiracy theorist, I am just a realist. Maybe he was chasing by the feds that morning or maybe the crash caused by a bomb. Everything is possible. Michael Hastings was always be the government's enemy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3LSY3wVuASg#action=share

How to Avoid Genetically Modified Foods: 11 Steps (with Pictures)

How to Avoid Genetically Modified Foods: 11 Steps (with Pictures)

Dear Monsanto, go fuck yourself!!!!

Between Heaven and Hell

Sejak kecil kita selalu diajarkan untuk berbuat baik, berkata baik dan berkelakuan baik, dan hampir di semua agama pun kebaikan selalu menajdi yang utama. 

Orang baik masuk surga, orang tidak baik ke neraka.

Sederhana,tapi siapa bilang mudah.

Ada orang yang berniat baik membantu teman yang minta tolong, tapi akhirnya dia mendapat masalah mulai dari sekian uang yang dipinjam seorang teman itu tidak dikembalikan, terbawa-bawa hingga ke kantor polisi, diter dsb dst...

Ada orang lain lagi yang mencoba berbuat baik dengan merawat sepasang anak kembar yang ditelantarkan orang tua kandungnya. Tapi apa daya, ibu kandung anak tersebut ternyata memanfaatkan anak-anaknya untuk meminta sejumlah uang perawatan dari si mantan suami.   

Singkat cerita, karena alasan apa. si Ibu kandung ini mengambil paksa anak kembarnya setelah 3 tahun ditelantarkan. Orang baik ini, belajar dari pengalaman di mana setelah anak2 lucu ini "dipinjam" ibu kandungnya, mereka selalu dikembalikan dalam kondisi kurus, sakit dan tidak terawat, akhirnya memutuskan untuk menjemput anak2 tersebut. Tapi apa daya, yang dikembalikan hanya satu, sedangkan satu lainnya dibawa kabur oleh si ibu kandung. 

Lain cerita, ada orang yang entah kenapa selalu saja iri jika rekan kerjanya mendapat proyek, honor atau pekerjaan yang lebih besar. Orang ini dengan segala cara, berusaha agar rekan kerjanya tidak mendapat lebih banyak darinya, bahkan honor rekannya pun diambil oleh dia.

Orang ini hampir sama tamaknya dengan si ibu kandung tadi, dan sekarang hidup mereka berkecukupan dengan uang, Tapi apa itu cukup?

Mungkin bagi mereka, uang sama berharganya dengan surga. Mereka tidak peduli dengan neraka, well they have their heaven on earth.

Sedangkan dua orang baik tadi, hidup mereka sekarang mungkin serasa seperti di neraka.. Kekurangan uang, masalah yang tidak ada habis-habisnya dll. Tapi selama mereka bersabar, they'll find their eternal heaven at the end. 

I Love You, I guess....

Love used to be at the back of my mind.
Dead and lifeless like the sun with no shine.
Then you came along and showed me love is beautiful.
You brought me to life, so strong and spiritual.

The day that I saw you, my heart melted.
It was true love, because I felt it.
You changed my life in so many ways.
Some of them I can't even explain.

When I think of you, the world just leaves.
From my mind and from my dreams.
I see someone that is caring and full of heart.
Someone daring, someone special, someone to share my heart.

I made this poem only for you.
To think of me when you're feeling blue.
I Love You!

Bapak dewan yang terhormat, behave please..

 

kejadian ini saya alami sendiri, kemarin sore sekitar 10 menit sebelum waktu Magrib di salah satu plaza gaul di kawasan Sudirman.

Sepulang kantor, saya ke plaza yang terletak persis di sebelah kantor saya untuk membeli tiket konser Weezeer, salah satu dari sekian banyak band favorit saya yang benar-benar memainkan musik, tiba di konter tiket, konternya kosong jadi saya menunggu hingga hampir 30 menit. Selama menunggu, ternyata ada seorang pria berkemeja safari (dan mengenakan pin yang menandakan dia salah satu dari oportunis yang berkantor di DPR) memperhatikan saya. Tak disangka, dia bergabung dengan saya di konter tiket tersebut. Sapaan pertama (yang sangat tidak sopan) dari dia adalah "ini tempat apaan??), saya jawab dengan tenang "konter khusus penjualan tiket baik konser maupun pertandingan olahraga" masih dengan nada dan sikap yang tidak sopan dan cenderung meremehkan dia bertanya lagi "kamu berasal dari mana?!? kenapa logatmu aneh? saya (yang memang sengaja berbicara dengan bahasa Inggris lengkap dengan aksen British - well, saya sangat tidak tertarik dengan kesan pertama saya terhadap pria muda dengan atribut anggota-dewannya jadi saya sedikit menyamar) menjawab dengan asal "saya dari Singapore" and guess what, dengan angkuhnya dia jawab dia punya rumah di Orchard rd tapi lalu pias terdiam ketika saya bilang "bukannya di Orchard rd hanya ada jaringan hotel dan mall? persisnya di mana rumahmu?" semua percakapan yang tidak menyenangkan ini dilakukan sambil dengan arogannya masuk ke dalam konter dan memeriksa pintu yang seharusnya merupakan area untuk pegawai saja.

Tepat ketika pegawai konter datang, saya segera menyelesaikan urusan tiket dan masih dengan sombonganya si anggota dewan ini memesan tiket konser GnR dan Sting untuk area VIP (yang mengutip ucapannya mana saja yang paling mahal), dan meskipun sudah dijelaskan bahwa konser GnR dan Sting berlangsung pada hari dan jam yang sama, si anggota dewan yang terhormat malah menggebrak meja dan ngotot untuk membeli 3 tiket (yang paling mahal) untuk konser GnR dan Sting. 

Sesombong atau sesongong apapun dia, saya tidak terganggu. Tapi yang paling menyebalkan adalah pertanyaan dia yang terkesan kepo (mau tahu urusan orang) dan sudah sangat pribadi, dia bertanya "kamu beli tiket apa?" saya jawab sekenanya 'weezeer" dia: "weezeer? apa itu?" saya: "salah satu band brit pop yang keren and playing the real music" dia: band mana tuh?" saya: "seriously, gak tau weezeer?? where have you been?" dia: "kau tau siapa saya?!?" saya: (mengangkat bahu cuek) "I don't know and I don't care" dia: (dengan sombongnya menunjukkan pin atau lencana atau apalah yang menandakan bahwa dia adalah pejabat negara yang 'terhormat'). masih dengan manner yang tidak sopan dia bertanya "kau nonton dengan siapa?" saya: "teman" dia: teman? suami? pacar?" saya: "single", dia: single parent?" saya: "I'm single, end of discussion for Godsake (memasang tampang paling dingin yang saya bisa). Tepat ketika, pegawai konter menagih pembayaran untuk 3 tiket paling mahal, dengan gelagapan si anggota dewan (yang tidak) terhormat ini langsung kabur dengan beberapa alasan antara lain mau  merokok dulu, mau sholat dulu dll dsb etc.

Singkatnya, dengan segala arogansi, kesombongan dan ketidaksopanannya, dia tidak membeli satu tiketpun, jangankan untuk tiket yang paling mahal, tiket termurahpun tidak dibeli. Satu hal yang saya syukuri dengan tidak dibelinya ketiga tiket paling mahal itu adalah setidaknya uang rakyat jadi tidak (atau tidak jadi) disalahgunakan untuk membeli 3-tiket-konser-GnR-dan-Sting-yang-paling-mahal. 

Begitu si anggota dewan ini pergi, salah satu pegawai konter berbisik kepada saya, "mbak,. kenapa kamu tidak bilang kalau mbak kerja di Kementerian anu? paling tidak biar dia tersindir, toh uang yang ada di dompetnya dia adalah hasil mengemis komisi dari APBN kementerian" 

Saya hanya terpaku, ternyata pegawai konter ini cukup cerdas.