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Friday, November 21, 2008
i believe ~ Neil Gaiman
I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen–I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones who look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline of good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of The Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies too. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive
The Embassy of Indonesia is really too much. Which embassy in the world doesn't allow you to go in when you're wearing shorts? Let me tell you something, mister. Shorts are IN now! Wearing shorts doesn't mean people don't appreciate you. On contrary, it shows you that we, Indonesians, are fashionably presentable!
IF you want to tell me that Indonesia is an Islamic country and hence, no minimum clothing is allowed, let me tell you some stuff:
1) Indonesia is a democratic country. We have 5 (FIVE I TELL YOU, FIVE!!!) religions. Hence, it is in no way an Islamic country.
2) Even IF we're under the assumption that Indonesia IS an Islamic country because more than half of the population is, then why do you allow those women in their very very short skirts to go in? Isn't it worse than shorts? It's either you're blind or brainless. In both case, it's such a disgrace for Indonesia.
3) Let me tell you what embassy really means. Embassy isan organization or group of officials who permanently represent a sovereign state in a second sovereign state or with respect to an international organization such as the United Nations. (source: Wiktionary)When a person faces a difficulty in another country, the embassy of the country of his nationality is obliged to help. Can you imagine how stupid this conversation will go:
Person (P): Help! I lose my luggage. My clothes,passport and money was inside. I can't even change because I really don't have anything left on me.
Guard of embassy (G) : Yes of course we'll help you.
P : Ooh thank you. Thank you.
G : But you can't go in when you're wearing shorts. So can you wear this sarong please? It costs only 1 dollar.
P : But I don't have anymore money left on me. I've told you that!
G : I'm sorry, but a rule is a rule.
P : ...
Yes it is indeed damn stupid! Unbelievably so, actually! What can possibly be the reason of prohibiting anyone with their CLOTHES ON to go inside an embassy? After all, this Indonesian embassy is supposed to be a second home for an Indonesian like me! and, it's not as if i was NAKED! you BRAINLESS!
I went all the way to the embassy by TAXI (why in the world is that place so ulu anyway?!) and I was told to "rent" a sarong so that i can go in. OK fine. So it's only 1 buck. So what?! I don't care about the money, but it is against my principle. Why do I have to pay to get into my very own country's embassy? That's utterly ridiculous! The idea is so absurd! Why can't we wear anything that we want? Isn't Indonesia a democratic country? HAH DEMOCRATIC MY FOOT!
The asshole still told me to give a call to my friend so my friend could help me. Are you an idiot or what? Why would I trouble my friends in far-away land to help me to go inside my own embassy? The idea would be idiotically funny if I wasn't pissed off enough.
Luckily, there was this beautiful young lady who offered me help. She also wanted to take her passport so she asked me whether I needed help. She was so nice. I think she finds it rather amusing that I don't want to pay the 1 dollar, but I don't care. I stick to my principal. I don't want to be unfairly treated, so go to hell you asswipe! You'll never get my 1 dollar!!
Can you imagine if everyday there are 50 people who don't know about this stupid rule and come wearing shorts? Within 1 month, the embassy will earn $1500! Easy money!! Hmph, I think that's precisely the reason of why they "rent" the sarong for $1. They can just lend it to us, but no, they have to earn money for the stupid rule that they make.
