"I'm Holier Than Thou"
This is rebuttal to all the men who suffer from the superior complex.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Holier than thou
"I'm Holier Than Thou"
This is rebuttal to all the men who suffer from the superior complex.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Indecent behind movement
I couldn't find a clip of this with the subtitles on it. But here is a gist of what they are saying...
Police: The lady with the bag, please stop running!
Police: Madam, why are you running?
Marjane: I'm trying to catch the bus
Police: You shouldn't run. Because when you run, your behind..erm...makes these indecent movements.
Marjane: THEN STOP LOOKING AT MY ASS!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Home Schooling....your thoughts
I've been reading about John Holt, one of the pioneers of home schooling. It got me thinking about this concept of letting the children learn at their own time and at their own interest at home with the help of available resources like books and internet and without having them go through a strict educational systems normally found in schools.
What I'd like to know are your thoughts, parents, non parents, teachers, non teachers alike, of this educational method...is it a good idea? Will it really achieve it's goal by letting children decide on what they want to educate themselves based on their interest alone?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Gummy Bear's Intro
It was the day after my birthday in 2007. I was coming home for break when I noticed my sister skulking around near the road. I didn't really take much notice at first. Just went inside had breakfast and went right back to work. But then when I came back home right after finishing work, there she was again. Still going around the same spot as if she had lost something.
I went up to her to ask what's going on and then she pointed towards the gutter. There inside the small ditch within the gutter I saw the most pitiful looking kitten. It had apparently fallen through a crack and couldn't get right back up.
Within 5 minutes my other sisters had joined us including my youngest bro and all of us began 'Operation: Rescue Kitten'. Our excited squeals, laughter and disappointed 'awwww's (when the kitten didn't fall for our bait) brought on a larger curious crowd. Soon enough nearly all the neighborhood kids had joined in our operation, including my most memorable neighbor, 'Freaky Chick No.1'.
It soon occurred to us after much coaxing and pleading with the kitten to come near the crack so we could grab it- which it didn't, the only way to get it out was to lift the extremely heavy cement block off.
So we took turns trying to lift it but alas non of us could. Not even an inch. So one of us found a stick. It could be one of the neighborhood kids or it could be my step mothers son, Elf, not sure who it was exactly. But we stuck one end of the stick into the crack and pushed the other end down. And it did lift. The cement block was off the ground nearly 10 inches wide, before the stick broke in half and block fell with a heavy thud.
Right at that moment my cousin, Kudey showed up. We explained to him what was going on. He thought about it for a second and tried to lift the cement block by himself. He pulled with all his might and was able to lift it a couple of inches before dropping it again. He tried once again with the same result. After that he tried once more and this time he was able to lift it high enough to create a wide arc.
I stood there thinking, 'Oh dear! What if he couldn't hold it and ends up dropping it while one of us was crouching under the block trying to get the kitten out?'
But no sooner I thought this through, my brother bravely leapt inbetween the cement block and the ditch and snatched the kitten out. There was much 'hurrey' and clapping and the stone block was slowly lowered down.
My bro held up the scruffy-flea-infested-nearly-starved-to-death kitten as if it was a trophy. All the kids gathered around to look at it and finally he gave it to me and asked, "What shall we name it?"
I held it up and said, "I shall name you Gummy and you shall be mine."
And that's the story of Gummy Bear and erm... everyone lived happily ever after. Even Freaky Chick No. 1.
The End
Pictures courtesy of:
Gummy 1 month old by Sham
Recent pic of Gummy by Bulhaa
Pictures courtesy of:
Gummy 1 month old by Sham
Recent pic of Gummy by Bulhaa
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Gloaming - Part 4
... Continued
There were people in the village. As alive as they were before the… ‘they’ had come. And these people were going about us as if nothing had happened. What was going on here? Did we dream this whole thing? These questions swam around my head but I didn’t have the energy to utter them.
The man and the boy brought us to their home instead of taking us directly to their home and this confirmed what I had been expecting. That she was still dead. My mother hasn’t miraculously come alive as they seem to have. And both of them walking ahead whilst whispering about us but I didn’t bother to comment on this either.
The man’s wife took us into their house but not before appraising the miserable state of us. She fed us and showed us the ‘gifili’ and gave us fresh clothing. She, unlike her husband, didn’t ask any questions.
It was hours later that I remembered about the plan we made to return before high tide. I whispered this to my sister and she surprised me again by shrugging. Seeing my look she softly added that maybe things were back to normal. That what we witnessed was maybe an illusion or maybe just a figment of our imagination. And before I knew it, the dreaded time was upon us. This time there was no reddish ting across the sky. There was nothing eerie or foreboding about this sun set. But still…
Dusk time came and everything was normal… One hour after twilight; everything was still normal. Two hours, three hours went by without anything happening. Finally it was time for bed. After dinner the woman showed us to a vacant room in the house where a makeshift bed was made. And we slept, reassured that maybe... just maybe that everything has gone back to normal. And we did sleep on, till the smell woke us.
They were here. I should have known that it was a trap. I lay still afraid to make a noise, afraid to move. It had been an illusion. No one had survived. They made the illusion to bait us. The last surviving victims in their murderous rampage.
The stench grew stronger and a deathly cold bony hand clasped around my mouth roughly and I heard my sister gasp before I knew that they had her too. Then I remembered something. I should’ve noticed before… there still weren’t any animals on the island.
The Gloaming
There were people in the village. As alive as they were before the… ‘they’ had come. And these people were going about us as if nothing had happened. What was going on here? Did we dream this whole thing? These questions swam around my head but I didn’t have the energy to utter them.
The man and the boy brought us to their home instead of taking us directly to their home and this confirmed what I had been expecting. That she was still dead. My mother hasn’t miraculously come alive as they seem to have. And both of them walking ahead whilst whispering about us but I didn’t bother to comment on this either.
The man’s wife took us into their house but not before appraising the miserable state of us. She fed us and showed us the ‘gifili’ and gave us fresh clothing. She, unlike her husband, didn’t ask any questions.
It was hours later that I remembered about the plan we made to return before high tide. I whispered this to my sister and she surprised me again by shrugging. Seeing my look she softly added that maybe things were back to normal. That what we witnessed was maybe an illusion or maybe just a figment of our imagination. And before I knew it, the dreaded time was upon us. This time there was no reddish ting across the sky. There was nothing eerie or foreboding about this sun set. But still…
Dusk time came and everything was normal… One hour after twilight; everything was still normal. Two hours, three hours went by without anything happening. Finally it was time for bed. After dinner the woman showed us to a vacant room in the house where a makeshift bed was made. And we slept, reassured that maybe... just maybe that everything has gone back to normal. And we did sleep on, till the smell woke us.
They were here. I should have known that it was a trap. I lay still afraid to make a noise, afraid to move. It had been an illusion. No one had survived. They made the illusion to bait us. The last surviving victims in their murderous rampage.
The stench grew stronger and a deathly cold bony hand clasped around my mouth roughly and I heard my sister gasp before I knew that they had her too. Then I remembered something. I should’ve noticed before… there still weren’t any animals on the island.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Gloaming - Part 3
...Continued
I started to slowly tread into the water. I didn’t know I was being brave or stupid. We half walked, half paddled to the other island. And there we stood trembling with cold and fear. But the creatures didn’t follow us to this island. The curse was within our island only.
I didn’t think I could sleep that night but somehow we did. And when we awoke to the sounds of crows, of birds, I immediately knew that we were safe on this island. I woke my sister up and together we crept towards the beach.
All was still and quiet on our island. Not a sound came from it. It was silent and eerie. Maybe I was right last night. Maybe our island was cursed. Maybe someone wanted blood for something someone did. Oh maybe it was us all along. Maybe someone within the village brought it on, someone who has done some unspeakable crime against nature.
We stayed on our small island for three whole days before hunger and thirst took its toll on us. At first I thought someone sailing nearby would see us and rescue us but to no avail. And by the end of the third I made up my mind. I felt we had no choice. While huddled together to sleep under the moonlight I told my sister my idea. My sister protested as I had expected. But I asked her what were to do. We’d surely starve to death if we weren’t rescued soon. And that seemed a bleak hope. Finally after much arguing we agreed to go but only during the daytime, and to leave before nightfall.
The next day we waited by the beach waiting for the low tide to come, watching with apprehension at the quiet island that used to be our home.
When low tide arrived at nearly noon we walked slowly, hesitantly towards it. I knew the risk. I knew we can’t stay long. We would have to leave as soon as we can find some food and water. If we missed the low tide then we would have to wait for it after sunset. And that is something neither of us wanted to contemplate for even a second.
Suddenly a movement beyond the trees caught our attention. I took my sister’s hand, both of us too afraid to go on further. There was something there. My sister began to whisper that we should head back. But I was too afraid to even move.
Where ‘they’ waiting for us? Was it a trap?
The trees moved again and out came a small boy. He was smiling and beckoned us to come out of the water.
I was shocked. What was going on here? I recognized the boy as one of my neighbors. My sister tightened her hold on my hand. I sensed that she felt as confused as me.
Again there was a movement behind him and out came an older man. He too was my neighbor. In fact, it was the boy’s father. The man called out this time, demanding what we were doing out in the ocean alone.
I felt my sister move. I couldn’t believe it. She was heading towards them. I held her back and asked whether she has gone mad?
She turned to me and said that maybe ‘they’ were gone. Maybe these people survived… just like us. I didn’t like it but I also didn’t like the idea of starving to death and I definitely wasn’t going to let my sister go to that island alone so I went alone with her.
We hesitantly approached them. But they smiled as if amused at how frightened we were.
The man asked what happened and why we were so afraid but I only shook my head and this only made the man more concerned. Silently they led us back into the village. I steeled myself expecting a blood soaked empty village but the scene that met us made me draw in a sharp breath.
The Gloaming
I started to slowly tread into the water. I didn’t know I was being brave or stupid. We half walked, half paddled to the other island. And there we stood trembling with cold and fear. But the creatures didn’t follow us to this island. The curse was within our island only.
I didn’t think I could sleep that night but somehow we did. And when we awoke to the sounds of crows, of birds, I immediately knew that we were safe on this island. I woke my sister up and together we crept towards the beach.
All was still and quiet on our island. Not a sound came from it. It was silent and eerie. Maybe I was right last night. Maybe our island was cursed. Maybe someone wanted blood for something someone did. Oh maybe it was us all along. Maybe someone within the village brought it on, someone who has done some unspeakable crime against nature.
We stayed on our small island for three whole days before hunger and thirst took its toll on us. At first I thought someone sailing nearby would see us and rescue us but to no avail. And by the end of the third I made up my mind. I felt we had no choice. While huddled together to sleep under the moonlight I told my sister my idea. My sister protested as I had expected. But I asked her what were to do. We’d surely starve to death if we weren’t rescued soon. And that seemed a bleak hope. Finally after much arguing we agreed to go but only during the daytime, and to leave before nightfall.
The next day we waited by the beach waiting for the low tide to come, watching with apprehension at the quiet island that used to be our home.
When low tide arrived at nearly noon we walked slowly, hesitantly towards it. I knew the risk. I knew we can’t stay long. We would have to leave as soon as we can find some food and water. If we missed the low tide then we would have to wait for it after sunset. And that is something neither of us wanted to contemplate for even a second.
Suddenly a movement beyond the trees caught our attention. I took my sister’s hand, both of us too afraid to go on further. There was something there. My sister began to whisper that we should head back. But I was too afraid to even move.
Where ‘they’ waiting for us? Was it a trap?
The trees moved again and out came a small boy. He was smiling and beckoned us to come out of the water.
I was shocked. What was going on here? I recognized the boy as one of my neighbors. My sister tightened her hold on my hand. I sensed that she felt as confused as me.
Again there was a movement behind him and out came an older man. He too was my neighbor. In fact, it was the boy’s father. The man called out this time, demanding what we were doing out in the ocean alone.
I felt my sister move. I couldn’t believe it. She was heading towards them. I held her back and asked whether she has gone mad?
She turned to me and said that maybe ‘they’ were gone. Maybe these people survived… just like us. I didn’t like it but I also didn’t like the idea of starving to death and I definitely wasn’t going to let my sister go to that island alone so I went alone with her.
We hesitantly approached them. But they smiled as if amused at how frightened we were.
The man asked what happened and why we were so afraid but I only shook my head and this only made the man more concerned. Silently they led us back into the village. I steeled myself expecting a blood soaked empty village but the scene that met us made me draw in a sharp breath.
....Continued
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