Mae Linat © 2008

ap lo tw tuh ap?

pastiny ngga kan?

flyer tuh nama geng gw. gw g tw kpn tuh kebentuk, n nama awalny c bkn flyer, tp player. n asal katany juga pas kita lg ngeband,nah tu ada nama bandny. kbtln qt blm ada nama. ywdh d,dtulis ma penjagany player.

he...

awalny gw pikir,pertemanan kita cm sebentar n sebatas tu aj. kbtln wktu tu qt msh smp.

lama - lama qt ngmpl brng, eh tw"ny qt punya yg nmny feel, ada rasa terikat antara qt berempat, meski gw akuin ada masalah lah di kehidupan qt. tp mslh yang ada,qt bw enjoy,n akhrny trpchkn dgn sendiriny.

o iy, flyer tuh terdiri dari empat orang. Arief,Arifin,Azis,n Adi. skrng qt gi mulai menempuh khdpn baru. kehidupan dmn kedewasaan kita diuji.

yang nmny nak flyer tuh pngny mcm",cm syng dana g mndkng.

he...

One day, as she was reading her Book, she came across words that were both wonderful and frightening at the same time.  Wonderful in that they showed the way to happiness, but frightening in that they told her that the way to happiness was by not looking for it.  Her eyes grew wide as she read, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.”   In fact, the Book spoke of death!  But that death brings life…  Gazing absently into the forest, she thought, If looking for happiness does not bring happiness, then what does? She wondered.

Still further in the Book she read “If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in His love. These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.”  Joy.  There was that word.   So, she thought, Keeping His commandments is the golden key to happiness!  The answer to my questions are all in this Book!  With joy, she went on her way, confident that as she studied and obeyed the Master’s Book, she would find happiness.

Time passed.  Our young maiden found another wayfarer who shared her love for the Master, and soon they were married.  Eventually, the Master blessed their union with a passel of children.

Year after year went by.  Amongst the prairie flowers, there is an older lady, a fulfillment of her younger self, laughing in the meadows with her children and grandchildren.  By her side is her faithful husband of many years, smiling as he watches the playfulness of their young ones. 

Sighing in contentment, she sat down in the grass and pulled out her Book, now worn through years of love.  Once again, she read of her Master’s love for her, and for His desire that she remain loyal, stedfast, and strong.  She remembered His promise that He would bless her if she obeyed.  Looking up, she gazed deeply into her children’s eyes, and she suddenly knew she was looking into the blessing of her Master. 

She glanced at her husband, still smiling at her side.  She thought of the many years of difficulty they had endured together, the years of hardships to serve the Master, and the temptations to stray from the path.  Though many times it was hard to obey, she suddenly understood that it was well worth the heartache.  She was looking at the blessing of God.

It dawned on her that she had reached her goal.  She finally found happiness.  She realized that, incredible as it may seem,  through her obedience came blessings, and through His blessings come security, love, and acceptance.  All she ever wanted and needed were there for her, but only through her Master's Loving Smile. 

One of the children passing by noticed a tear in his mother's eye.  The sight aroused his pity, and soon a small crowd had gathered around the softly weeping matron.  She looked up at them all standing around her, opened up her arms and smiled deeply into their hearts.  "My children," she said through her grateful tears, "God has blessed me so much!"  With that, she gathered them in her arms and said, "I am so blessed...with each of you!  Because I obeyed the Master in my early years, I now have unbounded happiness in my older years!"

The children may not have understood quite why their mother shed tears, but they knew in their hearts that the Way of the Master was the Journey to Happiness.  They saw it in their mother's life.

Love love
My coat
Love love
My keys
Love love
My shoes
Love love
The door
Love love
The stairs
Love love
The street
Love love
Fresh air
Love love
Two stares
Love love
So sweet

Mae Linat © 2008

so this part begins from friday morning, i got up early as usual, just so i could ake it to m lecture in time. to my eventual contentment but present horror, both life and death were asleep on my bed either side of me. gave me weird thoughts but as i thought about it i realised i hadnt been drugged as i dont use any addictives or intoxicants in any form or amount. surprised as i was, i had no intentions of finding out what their sleeping attire was or if there was any in the first place. this made my job of getting out of bed an extremely difficult task. tok me better part of 15 minutes to wriggle out of my bed, once i did, things went quite smoothly. went through my mornign routines without any hitches and thought that it might be a great day.

just as i was about to step out to catch the bus, i heard my name being called from the stairs; and what do i see when i turn around to see who calls my name: a slender girl, who looks about my age, standing there wearing nothing but my swimming breifs and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Kenshi" she says sleepily and waits for my reply.
"yes?" i try to convey all the urgency in that one word, but fail miserably.
"you will see lots of interesting people out there, just be careful ok?" she says in the most adorable way.
"okay!" i reply and turn to leave.

just as i reach the door,  feel her hand on my shoulder.

"i am serious you twit!" death whispers. "not more than a handful of people in the world can see us, and those who can, well the others love playing tricks on them, so you guys dont last long, i eventually collect you guys .. and for once i dont want to, i want to see how things turn out if you get to live out to the end of your days"

lovely morning isnt it?, i think to myself, not up even for an hour yet and already accosted by death with dire warnings. so i just smile at her in my usual evil grin style and finally get ready to go for the umpteenth time.

"when will you be back?" i hear death's sweet voice again, as she rubs sleep back into her eyes.

"one in the night .. " i throw the words at her and rush out before she can stop me again.

jeez that has to be the most beautiful figure of feminity the world has ever seen, i think to myself as make my way to the bus stop, and blush with such ferocity as i have yet to again. if only she existed on my plane of existence the thought pops into my head!

it only takes half an hour to get up to the university but it sure feels a lot longer to me at the time. possibly because i was having a hard time thinking about anything beyond that graceful figure that i had seen in the morning.

i manage to peek at my time-table for the day and figure out where my first lecture is; before i know it i am in the lecture theatre, and sitting next to a really cool guy i hadnt noticed earlier. or atleast he looks that way. unfortunately for me i have instant revulsion from him and i feel total disgust sitting next to him. i decide i should move but i wait for a bit to see if some of my friends make it to the lecture. just as i am about to move, a calss-fellow of mine comes and sits in the same spot as that cool guy, rather on top of or rather through the cool guy. that is when i realise that "cool" guy doesnt exist on my plane of existence.

i enjoy his sufferance through out the lecture as my classfellow disrupts his form. at the end of the lecture i wait for everyone to leave, even the lecturer, i notcie the cool guy has stayed behind with me. so i turn around and question him.

"so who might you be then? mr. cool?" i sniff at him.

"oh, so you can see me! thats a surprise but i guess just my presence has affected you" he responds casually.

"actually i dont think it has, anyways i'm off then" i bluff, trying to get him to divulge more than a passing remark.

"okay" he throws the word at me lazily. "just remember, i can be your best friend, my name is envy."

fear grips me, but i manage to turn and stare at him with my mouth hanging wide open.

"you are envy ... i guess i can see that now ... " i spit the words.

i look down to see why i cant move, and see that fear is gripping me, quite tightly too, so i yell at him as well.

"what the fuck is wrong with you man, get the hell off of me, gay!" i scream at this new person.

"arright" he lets go of me slightly shocked. "my names fear, you were shit scared so i thought i'd give you some company .. rather thats my job."

as far as intoductions go that was teh most blunt one i had heard ever.

"erm .. right .. bye" i turn and leave, only to be followed by fear.
"sorry mate cant part from you yet, you are still scared and snned some company" fear tries to console me.
"no i am fine, just stay the hell away from me you freak me out more than fear itself" i retort, only to realise i am talking to fear and busrt out laughing.

from there on my day goes well, i meet inspiration but our meeting is not so well. i try to avoid envy and even ditch some lectures where i see him. i also meet up with sorrow, she seemed quite happy, and joy who was really shy made friends with both and promised to meet up with them after dinner and my jiu jitsu session for teh anime night. as the day wears on, my lectures end and i get some time to relax before my jiu jitsu session.

after the breif calm, i make my way to the dojo, for once arriving before even the sensei. being the highest grade on the mats, i start the warm-up precisely on time, just as the sensei walks in, a nod from him lifts my spirits a bit. nothing special in the warm-up so i guess i should move onto the better part. the training progresses at a decent pace, going through the throws, locks, blocks, counters and all, when a pair irk some interest in me. i watch them for a while, yes being the highest grade besides the sensei means that sometimes i am allowed to watch other people and help out with the individuals. soon i conclude nobody else can percieve them, and i make a mental note to talk to them later.

as i watch them, i realise that the girl is the aggressive force of the pair, which leads me to the conclusion that the guy is probably gay! after the session, as a club we always go to the universiyt pub, and see that those two arrive at the pub as well, before anyone can stop me i get up and strategically make my way to the pair and ask for a word with them.

"hey guys, can talk with you somewhere quiet?" my blunt and direct approach.
"yea sure" the girl is the one who replies.

we go outside the pub as it is too nosiy inside and find ourselves a table outside. nobody, except the three of us was sitting outside as it was too cold a night. soon inspiration, envy, joy and sorrow join me and my companions whose names i had not found out by then.

"so whats your name then?" i ask the new guy as i get my dinner out of bag and start.
"he's pain, and i am wrath" the girl introduces the pair.

for a second i freeze with shock. pain and wrath? that would explain the aggressiveness from the girl i think to myself. so the guy is either gay or shy/quiet.

"any girlfriends pain?" i astonish myself with this new level of bluntness.
"no i dont like girls that way. its jsut boys for me!" pain replies equalling my stunted social skills.

his reply sent me through a fit of laughter. i like his style, i make a note to myself. i finish my dinner quietly while listening to the chatter of the others. the chatter is quite intersting but i realise i am getting later than i expected to be, so i take my leave to head off for anime night. just as i am leaving i am joined by joy and sorrow, after all they were going to the anime night too.

we had only gone a hundered meters from the pub when there was bright light and then everything blacked out. next thing i know i am lying on the pavement, infront of my house and someone is yelling at me.

"GET UP YOU DOLT! DEATH IS TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE, WE NEED TO GET IN!" life screams in my ear in extreme panic.

"ow .. what happened" i hear the words come out my mouth even as my mind tries to figure out the consequences of death committing suicide.

It burned. Like a thousand suns. Like one hundred fiery pokers. Anything but the truth. This was on time for the truth. This was no place for reality. I could escape. I could go to my favorite book store, and bury myself in other people's dreams. I could go to the furthest reaches of space and share secrets with the stars. I could go home. I could lie in bed. I could count the dots on the ceiling. Again and again. And again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and... Anything but the here and now.

Death approaches. The reaper is at my door. Shock is setting in. Death is near. It takes my hand. My breath slows. My heart shutters. It takes my hand. It draws me close. It takes my final breath, a token of its conquest. Death becomes my shelter, the reaper my only friend.

Mae Linat © 2008

Ya oke lah kalo gitu, hari ini aku mau curhat dikit. mungkin dulu aku blom sempat bilang ke A tentang yang satu ini. Baru kemaren aku baca ama yang di atas itu barulah aku ingat. Semoga yang aku tulis ini gak mengundang masalah antara kami berdua, coz biasanya aku selalu takut untuk mengungkapkan perasaanku di aistory, karena words punya power, kadang power itu bisa bikin A salah paham. Tapi hey, aistory ini kuciptakan untuk curhat. jadi A, baca dengan hati dingin ya...

Oke, dulu kan aku itu paling anti yang namanya sinetron, apalagi sinetron anak muda yang konflik, masalah, ceritanya gak bener deh. rumit banget, kehidupan anak muda itu kelihatan kayak banyak masalah. Cinta bukannya bikin orang senang malah bikin rumit kehidupan, malah bikin kehidupan cinta mereka itu gak asik.

Selama aku bercinta (ahem, berhubungan dalam cinta maksudku -pacaran GTL) dengan A, memang ada gak asiknya. A tuh popular banget, banyak yang naksir, kemana-mana ada aja yang ganggu, HP dimiscall terus, dikirimi sms gak jelas. Memang sih gak enaknya di dia, tapi kan juga jadi beban untuk aku. Aku jadi khawatir terus, khawatir hatinya akan direbut lah, kadang khawatir ada cowo yang nekat pake pelet lah... dasar parah cinta nafsu mereka bikin mereka gelap mata. itu yang ku takutkan selama ini. Aku tak bisa ada di sana untuk melindunginya.

Kembali ke jalur, Jadi karena ku gak suka nonton sinetron itulah, aku jadi berniat gak akan menikah, atau pacaran. Apalagi karena aku materialistis dan juga bukan keluarga kaya, aku sering kali beranggapan bahwa pacaran itu buang-buang uang, hambur-hambur uang untuk investasi yang mungkin nanti bisa putus. Menikah itu kegiatan bodoh yang luar biasa bisa bikin uang kita habis dalam sekejap, bahkan uang ditangan gak akan pernah sampai 50% dari penghasilan kita, semua lari ke anak dan istri. Karena ide-ide itulah aku sering dianggap aneh oleh teman-temanku. Dan well aku baik-baik saja dengan hal itu, bahkan dulu ketika temanku menanyakan tipe gadisku, aku jawab: "cewe yang rela berkorban untuk aku, melakukan apa saja untuk aku, tanpa aku harus melakukan apapun" apapun yang ku maksud di sini adalah benar-benar apapun. everything dari uang, pengorbanan dan kenikmatan. Apapun tanpa aku harus berkorban waktu, tenaga, dan uang.

Sungguh egois kedengarannya, bukan? tapi itulah yang kutanamkan dalam diriku waktu itu. Kemarin ketika kubaca sms dari A di atas, aku jadi sadar bahwa karena cinta aku sekarang tidak perlu semua itu. karena cinta, pengorbanan adalah harga yang mutlak yang harus aku lakukan untuk A, karena cinta aku gak minta macam2. Cinta tidak perlu meminta, aku cinta A dengan tulus, yang kuminta darinya hanya cinta. Aku akan jaga A, dan akan benar-benar kulakukan ^^.

Ternyata, semua memang karena cinta.

這是英國十歲小孩，發表在slideshare上的故事，他寫得很感人，還配上動畫和音樂，真是一個好作品，網址在第一章投影片上面，我把大部分文字翻譯成中文，好讓中國的小朋友看看英國小孩的生活。
我花了兩個半小時翻譯和上傳，翻譯過程中，我才了解到孩子真誠的感受和對goldy的愛，對十歲孩子而言，這真是篇傑作。

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ISTANBUL, October 9 (Compass Direct News) – A Pakistani pastor and his family in Punjab province have been living in fear for months after death threats from a murder suspect and repeated attacks on their house by police squads.

Pastor Christopher Manzer, 55, of Jhugian Baja Singh, told Compass by telephone that a Muslim man blames him for the loss of his wife and unborn baby and has enlisted extremist Muslim groups to mount a wave of attacks on him.

“I’m a Christian pastor, and in Pakistan you know it is a trend to hurt the Christians,” said Manzer, pastor of Pentecostal Church of Jesus Disciples, by telephone from Jhugian Baja Singh, 26 kilometers (16 miles) southwest of Lahore. “Most Christians are suffering very much.”

Mohammad Nawaz considers the pastor responsible for his divorce and the subsequent deaths of his ex-wife and unborn baby following an abortion. Nawaz’s uncle, a man identified only as Makha whom Nishter Colony police are seeking in connection with the murders of two Christian men in the past three months, has called the pastor twice telling him to leave town or die.

Manzer said he received the first death threat from Makha on Sept. 21, and then again on Saturday (Oct. 4) at 7 p.m.

“Be careful, I’m going to kill you – you have only a few days left in the world … your days are numbered,” Makha told Manzer on the phone last month.

“He is still receiving death threats,” said Shahzad Kamran of Sharing Life Ministry Pakistan (SLMP). “Makha is giving life threats to Pastor Christopher and telling him to leave the area and go to another place, otherwise they we will kill him and his family. They are afraid.”

Seeds of Grudge

Nawaz and the daughter of a member of Manzer’s church converted to Islam in order to elope, hoping that Islamic law would shield them from their families, who were opposed to their marriage.

Convinced that his daughter, Sana Bibi, had been kidnapped, Anwer Masih sought help from Manzer and others to get her back. Soon after Nawaz and Bibi were married, Nawaz became increasingly Islamic in his views, prompting her to seek help from her family to find a way out of the marriage.

Manzer stepped in to help reconcile Masih to his daughter, forgive her and take her back. On July 16, 2007 she filed for divorce, which was approved on March 28. In January, Nawaz had opened a dispute case against Manzer and Masih. A Pakistani court dismissed the case.

Bibi returned to her Christian faith and practices with the encouragement of Manzer. On April 7, however, members of the Liberty police station in Lahore broke into Manzer’s house, kicked him and beat him with sticks for an hour, verbally harassing him and his wife as well as their four children, ages 8 to 21.

Manzer was able to identify the police station because of the van that officers drove and parked near his house. The officers handcuffed him and took him to his church, where believers were gathered for a prayer meeting, and continued to beat him.

This was the first of five beatings and arrests by officers of police stations from other townships around Lahore. Each time friends came to Manzer’s rescue with a bribe, police relented and claimed to have caught the wrong man. The pastor said that paying police to keep them from beating him has exhausted his and his parishioners’ finances.

He said the beatings, which occurred twice in the middle of the night at his home, twice at the church and once at the police station, took place between April 7 and July 5. On two occasions Manzer was able to identify the responsible police station as Model Town Lahore.

The police station of his area, Manga Mandi, supports the pastor but cannot take action against other police stations, a station officer reportedly told the pastor.

On Aug. 26, Nawaz opened a second court case in a First Incident Report (FIR) at Manga Mandi police station against Manzer, Masih and seven other individuals, accusing them of forcibly entering his house in January, physically attacking him and his family and kidnapping Bibi. He further claimed that they threatened to kill him and stole 10,000 rupees (US$125) and gold objects.

“It is a fabricated story,” said Kamran of the SLMP.

Masih told SLMP staff, “Nawaz has relations with some Muslims who support him; he already has implicated us in a false case of quarrel … Now he again implicated us in a murder case of my daughter.”

In May, about five months after Bibi left Nawaz, she was admitted into the hospital with a high fever. She was treated by a midwife but died on May 27. SLMP staff confirmed that she had been pregnant and had had an abortion. According to her medical report, she died due to septic shock.

Manzer said Nawaz enlisted the help of extremist Muslims and his uncle out of anger over his ordeal and because Manzer was acquitted in the first court case against him in January.

“When Muslim groups saw the local police’s good behavior toward me, they approached Liberty and Model Town Police Stations in Lahore to take action against me,” he told the SLMP. “Police from both stations raided my house unlawfully.”

The pastor bears marks of the torture he underwent, while both his wife and eldest daughter have undergone psychological treatment after the attacks on Manzer in their home.

The first hearing in the case opened against Manzer, Masih and the other community members is scheduled for Oct. 19. Manzer said his faith has imbued him with a deep sense of charity toward Nawaz.

“We are praying for protection from God, and that God blesses Nawaz, because I am thinking of him,” said Manzer. “I don’t want to do anything to Nawaz, because I love him.”

Report from Compass Direct News

The Amazon:  Hello?

Jillian:  Yo.

The Amazon:  Oh my god.

Jillian:  Don't you have like a birthday or something today?

The Amazon:  Yeah, it's like my birthday today and stuff.

Jillian:  Awesome.  Happy Birthday.

The Amazon:  Thanks.  I'm getting a stripper tonight.

Jillian:  No you're not!

The Amazon:  No, I'm not.  But I am shopping.

Jillian:  For anything in particular?

The Amazon:  Sex toys.

Jillian:  No doubt.

The Amazon:  Fer realz.

(Other stuff about how I'm doing here, how her job is going, followed by goodbyes and good lucks, etc.)

We told him "Hey do a package check"

He said "No she is a chick, i am sure of it."

My buddy didnt find out that she was a he until he asked him to bend over. Needless to say my buddy found out he could run the 40 in 4.6

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Sugar shoes and sounding signs
Like balls in stupendous bounds
Cross the streets near lullabies
Get on bus to shrouded rides

From the town to the unlit
To the mist on evidence
Dolls catch a shiny sweet
And curtain the appearance

Up and down, down and up
Fulfilled eyes are soon to drop
Melodies announce the stop
Of-ending-fun-on-friday-top

Mae Linat © 2008

The Plot is what happens in the story as a whole. In Jack and the Beanstalk the plot is that Jack steals treasure from the giant and becomes rich.

The Scene is one small part of the larger plot - Jack buying the beans could be one scene

The Theme.Don't confuse this with the plot. The theme is at a much deeper level altogether - it's what the story is really about (and often different people believe thay can see different themes in the same story). In Jack and the Beanstalk the theme is that there is hope that people can rise from dire poverty.

The Setting is the place and general environment where the story takes place. If it is a short story or anecdote, try to keep it to one setting; this gives the story unity.

The Protagonist. This what we used to call the hero of the story - the one who generates the action or has things happen to him, usually to one who gets most of the scenes. The protagonist can be male or female, child or adult or even (usually in children's stories) an object. Think Black Beauty, Winnie the Pooh and Thomas theTank Engine. In Jack and the Beanstalk the protagonist is Jack.

The Antagonist. The bad guy. Again it could be male or female, child, animal or inanimate. If the story is about the struggle of climbing a treacherous mountain or crossing a malarial swamp, and there is no human enemy, then the mountain or the swamp takes on the role of antagonist. If you are telling a personal story about fighting, say, an addiction, then that is your antagonist. In Jack and the Beanstalk, the giant is the antagonist.

Knowing these terms might not help you create a better story, but you will be able to discuss them like a pro and dazzle your friends with this new vocabulary.

To be continued...            Zennik Zarkub Zamenkross

I almost peed myself when I saw this whole re-interpretation of the bible using Legos. Not sure why the lust one was my favorite, but they're all good. See them here.

More random favorite scenes below.

Above: self explanatory (in Biblical terms). Below: from the parable of the many murders. I LOVE the face of the evil one behind the axe (not holding it).

Above: don't look at the wives of others. Below: Jesus gets baptized by John the Baptist (love his eyes) and the Spirt of God descends on him like a dove (or parrot).

Lovely rays insight
Intent a time
When grown are tight
And match the dart

They rode on Dula
On your back
Turn turn
Turn around

And I just swear
The night never fell
Into my trap
And cataract

Mae Linat © 2008

It was a crazy idea from the beginning. To conceive a child to let everyone see you can be a father. But, dad, honestly, you can't be one, you can see it yourself now. I wouldn't say it's too late though as, obviously, I'm probably the only one who has benefited from your stupidity.

Your parents, those which you planned to be my granny and granddad, act as if you had never told them about me, although you actually did and it was a nightmare for them. Your friends stopped asking you about me as you have a new girlfriend and it could be considered not polite or hostile to remind about me in her presence. People always hide behind morality when they lack one.

I'm away enough for everybody to act as if I never happened. But life of many is indeed an illusion of what they want it to be. Thus, it's true, dad, I never happened, it's all right, I never happened.

There is just one weak link in all the construction, dad, the one who keeps zooming in the facebook screenshot.