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Condemns the Koran burning plan

Terry Jones, a pastor who leads a tiny church called "The Dove World Outreach Center" in Gainesville, Florida, U.S. plans to burn copies of Koran on September 11, 2010, as reported on New York Times with the title: A Bonfire in Danger of Spreading . The reason of this action is to commemorate the event of terrorist attacks on 9/11. Gosh, for me it's really a crazy plan. I warn you that your plan, if it really happened, will spreading the new tensions around the world and very possibly this event (burns the Quran) could be used by extremists as a justification to act further. I also condemn the creator of a Facebook page titled " International Burn A Koran Day " and urge the owner of Facebook to aware and immediately remove such page because the contents of this page just showing emotional debate, hatred and also stupid. Any negative actions will produce another negative reactions as opposed to you . If we really want to give a small contribution for peace and ha...

The Inner Voices When I Get Old

One day in January 2010, I visited my grandfather (father of my mother) and my grandmother (grandmother of my wife). I can feel how happy they are with my presence, as well as myself. I can see despite their spirit remain alive, but I can not deny that their physical ability has decreased naturally. So, I start to think how if I'm getting old like them. While thinking of it, suddenly my mind remembered a touching story that was discovered by my family. Whatever I have feel and imagine, I pour it into this poetry. Hopefully your love to the elderly and your parents will be more. When I Get Old. When I spill vegetable broth on my clothes, when I no longer remember how to tie a tie, when I no longer remember how to tie shoelaces, remember the times how I taught and guided you to do that. When I am senile and constantly repeat words that bore you, please be patient to listen to me, do not interrupt me, in your childhood, with affection I kept repeating a fairy tale to you, which I have...

The Three Maladies of Man: Three Habits That Lead to Ruin

On Saturday ago, when I accompany and entertaining best customers at a nightclub, I met my two best friends there. Then we gathered together at the bar, ordering beers and then... Cheers! Ha..ha... very enjoyable to drink together with friends, especially with the atmosphere full of music, lots of beautiful night worker ladies , spreading their charm, cheerfulness and smile (hmm... maybe just theatrical smile from the sadness heart, I think). My wife knows it so I don't have to worry ha..ha... (Psst... I said this is business interests). While we chat together, one of friends asking me an interesting question, and our chat are as below (translated in English): Friend : "Tikno, did you know the three maladies of a man? For no.1 and 2, I will pay it for you but for no.3... I will quit." Me : "Ha..ha... another temptation. Why you are ready paying for no.1 and 2 but not to no.3? what's that?", I shouted. Friend : " No.1 is drunkard . Money still safe until...