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Prejudice? Racists?

I watched the Oprah Winfrey show the other the day. That episode showed an American show called 30 Days, where people were to be in another person's shoes for 30 days.

One of the episode in the show was about a white, Christian man, David, who lived with a Muslim family. He had to follow whatever the Muslims do, their customs and everything. He had to wear what a Muslim man wear, he had to grow a beard, eat what the Muslims eat, pray 5 times a day, study the Qur'an, learn how to pray in arabic and basically just BE a Muslim for 30 days.

Then one part, the Muslim man, Shamael, the one David lives with, asked David to name 5 Muslim men he knew. And David answered, Osama Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein and etc. And Shamael was like, oh my god, they're all the people who are said to be involved in the terrorist attacks. What happened to Mohamed Ali, blah blah blah (and he named a few other good Muslims).

Then there's another part in the show where David, already with the beard and clothed in the Muslim's clothes with the songkok (the thing male muslims wear on their heads) and everything, went out to the white society and had to do a survey about Muslims and Islam or something like that. As I watched, I was super heart broken when they refused. Some were rude and didn't even look David in the eye. They were like, "I think I'll pass" or "No" or whatever. One even brought up the terrorist attacks, that stuff. And David answered him like, "What about the Oklahoma bombings?" (or something like that. i figured the oklahoma thing, it was white men who did it or something). So Oprah was like (i'm not quoting, just saying something like what she said). So anyway, Oprah was like, yea, the 911 attacks, you look down on Muslims, what about the oklahoma bombings? Do you look down on white men too?

Anyway, in the show, David learned a few stuff i guess and got a different perspective about the 911 attacks and everything. Well good for him. I'm proud of him that he went through with the show. I'm even more proud of the person who came up with the show. I'm also proud of Oprah. She's a great woman.

Yup. So now, Muslims are going to be forever connected and associated to the terrorists. I can't go anywhere in the world without having suspicious stares on me. Maybe even looks of hatred. They're probably thinking what I have under the clothes that I wear. They're just undergarments, honey.

What am I going to do? Studying overseas is like one of my wishes. But will I survive having people avoiding me? Looking down on me? Am I strong enough to go through it all? Can I succeed? Do I even have the courage to step on the plane and fly to my destination?

Hah.. can you imagine. I'm grocery shopping one day in England, lets say. Looking at this orange and accidentally dropped it. Hah.. Will people run, i wonder? Will there be policemen aiming pistols at me and saying "Put your hands in the air, Lady."? I'm saying all this sarcastically. Argh! I can't stand it anymore. Why do all these have to happen? WHY? This is depressing!
In my own world,
9:53 PM

Marriage.

Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelor's degree and the woman gets her master's.

Married life is very frustrating. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.

A woman was telling her friend, "It is I who made my husband a millionaire." "And what was he before you married him?" Asked the friend. The woman replied, "A multi-millionaire."

First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."

A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did.

A husband said to his wife, "No, I don't hate your relatives. In fact, I like your mother-in-law better than I like mine."


Hahah! I thought they were funny. But I don't find these jokes to be true. Not always. Some marriages are perfect: Happy couples who are still in love(although they have some disagreements) and are never bored with each other, with children, and well maintained finances. I hope I'll have that kind of marriage.

And I wish I'd know who gave me hugs. It might be virtual but it still made my day.
In my own world,
9:08 PM

L-O-V-E

I was just reading this blog and I, don't mean to be criticizing, am appalled at his poor English. I'm not saying mine is excellent but I think you'd agree with me when you read his blog. Not that I'm going to tell you whose. I almost wanted to correct his English on his tagboard every time I visit. It's atrocious. That word reminds me of my secondary school English teacher.

I want to go back to school. I can't wait to go back to school. And I can't believe I said that. Never in my life have I been desperate to go to school. Oh well.

Anyway, some things have happened during the span of this last few days. It was.. shocking, yet flattering, and which I shall not talk about here. It might sound like I'm boasting.

I've realized something. I don't think I like shopping. Not that much. Especially in crowded places. I loathe squeezing through other shoppers, and only to find myself facing another shopper, every turn that I make. Like today, I went shopping with my mom and sisters at Lucky Plaza. I thought I would, literally, suffocate among the throngs of people sifting through clothes on the racks.

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you.
In my own world,
10:13 PM

It's over, we're over, lalala..

Clinical Attachment is officially O-V-E-R. Well, for now anyway. Next attachment is next year. And I won't be seeing the creepy lower sec guy for quite sometime. Well, he's this guy I see practically every morning when I go to the bus stop to go to work. It was so obvious he was 'looking out' for me. And he's killing me with my own curiosity. What does he want from me?! What?! I guess I won't be finding that out.

So now, I'm having 2-weeks break before going back to school to a new semester. Finally I can do my stuff without falling asleep half way, which is like basically what i'm doing so often since my attachment began. I'm drained and need sleep badly.

Currently, I'm just bored.

Someone please tell me they want me..




He looks like a goddamn prince.
In my own world,
10:03 PM

Shock, Surprise, Relief, Hope

There was a thief in the ward on the loose yesterday. Two of the ITE Student Nurses lost their MP3s and money. So they made a police report and a policeman came to the ward to check our bags and lockers and investigated stuff. Oh God. Man in uniform! But his face was ok la. Cute, not cute.

Today, I met Firda in the bus after work. What a surprise! Talked for a while then, ciao! Cool, cool.

I just checked my exam results. Thank God I didn't fail any module. If I did, I don't know what I'll do. I got a Distinction for Anatomy & Physiology! My favourite module and lecturer. Maybe I should make every other module and lecturers my favourites so I can have distinction as well. But it's difficult to like some modules. I didn't do that well in Fundamentals of Nursing. It's horrible but I passed.

Anyway, 1 week and 1 day more of clinical attachment to go. I hope I'll pass this module too. I have to pass. It's more difficult than I thought Nursing would be. I just don't get the Care Plan. I can't write nursing diagnosis. It's difficult, I tell you.

And about 29 more days till the fasting month ends. That, I can do. Sure, no problem.

I'm infatuated with your bestfriend, Dan. You don't have to give me the tiny hints. I'll never meet him. Eh, wait a minute. I did 'meet' him. And God is he GORGEOUS.
In my own world,
4:42 PM

I witnessed an Almost-Suicide

Oh..My God. Finally something interesting happened during my attachment. Want to know what it is? I'll tell you. Someone tried to commit suicide! How interesting is that!

I was having my break with Dan. We were at the staff room. And then, for God knows what reason, something made me look out of the window. I scanned the surrounding, which is just a whole length of windows of other wards to my left, another to my right, and there's a shorter building between the two lengths of windows, so i could see it's roof. I saw two policemen there and at the ground level, I saw firemen moving the potted plants. They were in a rush. So I just state my observation of these uniformed men out loud and Dan strolled to the window to look. I looked around and I saw people staring out of windows and railings, everywhere. They were all looking at the shorter building. I don't know how it popped into my head that someone was going to jump or something. So I searched, and finally rested my eyes on this man, at one corner of the roof. And so I just watched and Dan and I concluded that this man is the one who's gonna commit suicide. So I was getting incredibly excited. Below, the firemen were setting up this huge 'airbag'. I guess you should know what it's for. Some time passed and we just watched. A lot of people watched the scene. Then suddenly, several man came running out of the door on the roof and tackled the man to the ground. It was like they just threw themselves on top of the struggling man, who was strong. I watched with my eyes wide with awe. I was super excited that I started jumping up and down and clapping and screaming. It was sooo cool. And men in uniform are sooo hot! Especially cops and firefighters. Sigh... I just can't say enough. This was the most interesting, most happening thing that's happened since I started my attachment. Wow. By the way, part of me actually wanted the man to jump.

Shikin, what you want to tell me? I'm curious know!
In my own world,
8:25 PM

Please Look A Little Deeper

Please don't judge me by my face,
By my religion or my race.
Please don't laugh at what I wear,
Or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper--
Way down deep inside,
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes, the secrets lie,
Behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look a little deeper,
And maybe you will see
The lonely little girl
That lives inside of me.
Please listen carefully to her--
She'll show that she's insecure.
Please try to be a friend to her
And show her that you care.
Please just get to know her
And maybe you will see
That if you just look deep enough,
You'll find the real me.

-Tiffany Trutenko.

If you think that they have feelings for you, Nad, you think too highly of yourself. Stop torturing yourself.
In my own world,
3:02 PM