Don't know how I got this heavy cold, and it was getting worse after two days slight symptoms. I called mum and dad yesterday to finally tell them that i went to Iraq.
"ok." that was their only reply.
"Yeah, I was wondering a little bit why you didn't call me last Friday. Is iraq good?"
It was me this time to become silent..
They do become tougher because their crazy daughter.
China is freezingly cold these days, and it's even snowing in the south, with no heating system. Here, the tempreture is only now lower than 10, and we are using heater everywhere. Strange.
Holiday's coming on Friday. Finally :)
Monday, 16 November 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Great Robert
Heh heh, Nobel is assessed and awarded by human, so when we feel helpless, desperate, it shows in the award too. It's also a product of the era, isn't it? So now this Nobel Peace will be remembered togehter with our ere. That's somehow interesting to me.
I don't know what can be called real "peace", but I have to say in this hectic and disordered time, someone like Obama could peace me a little bit, leaving aside the whole world.
But materialists, I do respect and appreciate your existence :)
To to frank, I know quite a little about politics or foreign poliby, although I am doing lots of reading now!
Was watching AlJazeera this morning, on which a words from Robert Fisk depuzzled me a bit. He said, "Obama is not a bad guy. He is a good guy. But the government is not about good guy or bad guy. I am sorry. The government is about power. It's about how to use the power ***ly." (Look, I don't remember the most key word. Otherwise, I am still happy thinking Obama is an amazing guy:)
I just felt Fisk is something extrodinary. Then here we go.
Having been based in Beirut for 30 more years, Robert Fisk is 63 years old now, and reported:
Northern Ireland troubles in the 1970s,
the Portuguese Revolution in 1974,
the Lebanese Civil War, the Iranian revolution in 1979,
the Soviet war in Afghanistan,
the Iran–Iraq War,
the Gulf War and the invasion of Iraq in 2003.
A vernacular Arabic speaker, he is one of few Western journalists to have interviewed Osama bin Laden, three times between 1994 and 1997.
Once in a interview with Bin Ladin,
Bin Ladin said, "Mr Robert, one of our brothers had a dream. He dreamed ... that you were a spiritual person ... this means you are a true Muslim."
Fisk replied, "Sheikh Osama, I am not a Muslim ... I am a journalist."
Bellow is his commonts on The Independent, reads like it just lied in his mind and he picked them in one minute.
Hope I can visit him when going to Beirut.
Take care gramp. Cheers!
"Robert Fisk: Obama, man of peace? No, just a Nobel prize of a mistake”
Sunday, 11 October 2009
His Middle East policy is collapsing. The Israelis have taunted him by ignoring his demand for an end to settlement-building and by continuing to build their colonies on Arab land. His special envoy is bluntly told by the Israelis that an Arab-Israel peace will take "many years". Now he wants the Palestinians to talk peace to Israel without conditions. He put pressure on the Palestinian leader to throw away the opportunity of international scrutiny of UN Judge Goldstone's damning indictment of Israeli war crimes in Gaza while his Assistant Secretary of State said that the Goldstone report was "seriously flawed". After breaking his pre-election promise to call the 1915 Armenian massacres by Ottoman Turkey a genocide, he has urged the Armenians to sign a treaty with Turkey, again "without pre-conditions". His army is still facing an insurgency in Iraq. He cannot decide how to win "his" war in Afghanistan. I shall not mention Iran.
And now President Barack Obama has just won the Nobel Peace Prize. After only eight months in office. Not bad. No wonder he said he was "humbled" when told the news. He should have felt humiliated. But perhaps weakness becomes a Nobel Peace Prize winner. Shimon Peres won it, too, and he never won an Israeli election. Yasser Arafat won it. And look what happened to him. For the first time in history, the Norwegian Nobel committee awarded its peace prize to a man who has achieved nothing – in the faint hope that he will do something good in the future. That's how bad things are. That's how explosive the Middle East has become.
Isn't there anyone in the White House to remind Mr Obama that the Israelis have never obliged a US president who asked for an end to the building of colonies for Jews – and Jews only – on Arab land? Bill Clinton demanded this – it was written into the Oslo accords – and the Israelis ignored him. George W Bush demanded an end to the fighting in Jenin nine years ago. The Israelis ignored him. Mr Obama demands a total end to all settlement construction. "They just don't get it, do they?" an Israeli minister – apparently Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu – was reported to have said when the US Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, reiterated her president's words. That's what Avigdor Lieberman, Israel's crackpot foreign minister – he's not as much a crackpot as Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but he's getting close – said again on Thursday. "Whoever says it's possible to reach in the coming years a comprehensive agreement," he announced before meeting Mr Obama's benighted and elderly envoy George Mitchell, "... simply doesn't understand the reality."
I don't know what can be called real "peace", but I have to say in this hectic and disordered time, someone like Obama could peace me a little bit, leaving aside the whole world.
But materialists, I do respect and appreciate your existence :)
To to frank, I know quite a little about politics or foreign poliby, although I am doing lots of reading now!
Was watching AlJazeera this morning, on which a words from Robert Fisk depuzzled me a bit. He said, "Obama is not a bad guy. He is a good guy. But the government is not about good guy or bad guy. I am sorry. The government is about power. It's about how to use the power ***ly." (Look, I don't remember the most key word. Otherwise, I am still happy thinking Obama is an amazing guy:)
I just felt Fisk is something extrodinary. Then here we go.
Having been based in Beirut for 30 more years, Robert Fisk is 63 years old now, and reported:
Northern Ireland troubles in the 1970s,
the Portuguese Revolution in 1974,
the Lebanese Civil War, the Iranian revolution in 1979,
the Soviet war in Afghanistan,
the Iran–Iraq War,
the Gulf War and the invasion of Iraq in 2003.
A vernacular Arabic speaker, he is one of few Western journalists to have interviewed Osama bin Laden, three times between 1994 and 1997.
Once in a interview with Bin Ladin,
Bin Ladin said, "Mr Robert, one of our brothers had a dream. He dreamed ... that you were a spiritual person ... this means you are a true Muslim."
Fisk replied, "Sheikh Osama, I am not a Muslim ... I am a journalist."
Bellow is his commonts on The Independent, reads like it just lied in his mind and he picked them in one minute.
Hope I can visit him when going to Beirut.
Take care gramp. Cheers!
"Robert Fisk: Obama, man of peace? No, just a Nobel prize of a mistake”
Sunday, 11 October 2009
His Middle East policy is collapsing. The Israelis have taunted him by ignoring his demand for an end to settlement-building and by continuing to build their colonies on Arab land. His special envoy is bluntly told by the Israelis that an Arab-Israel peace will take "many years". Now he wants the Palestinians to talk peace to Israel without conditions. He put pressure on the Palestinian leader to throw away the opportunity of international scrutiny of UN Judge Goldstone's damning indictment of Israeli war crimes in Gaza while his Assistant Secretary of State said that the Goldstone report was "seriously flawed". After breaking his pre-election promise to call the 1915 Armenian massacres by Ottoman Turkey a genocide, he has urged the Armenians to sign a treaty with Turkey, again "without pre-conditions". His army is still facing an insurgency in Iraq. He cannot decide how to win "his" war in Afghanistan. I shall not mention Iran.
And now President Barack Obama has just won the Nobel Peace Prize. After only eight months in office. Not bad. No wonder he said he was "humbled" when told the news. He should have felt humiliated. But perhaps weakness becomes a Nobel Peace Prize winner. Shimon Peres won it, too, and he never won an Israeli election. Yasser Arafat won it. And look what happened to him. For the first time in history, the Norwegian Nobel committee awarded its peace prize to a man who has achieved nothing – in the faint hope that he will do something good in the future. That's how bad things are. That's how explosive the Middle East has become.
Isn't there anyone in the White House to remind Mr Obama that the Israelis have never obliged a US president who asked for an end to the building of colonies for Jews – and Jews only – on Arab land? Bill Clinton demanded this – it was written into the Oslo accords – and the Israelis ignored him. George W Bush demanded an end to the fighting in Jenin nine years ago. The Israelis ignored him. Mr Obama demands a total end to all settlement construction. "They just don't get it, do they?" an Israeli minister – apparently Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu – was reported to have said when the US Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, reiterated her president's words. That's what Avigdor Lieberman, Israel's crackpot foreign minister – he's not as much a crackpot as Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but he's getting close – said again on Thursday. "Whoever says it's possible to reach in the coming years a comprehensive agreement," he announced before meeting Mr Obama's benighted and elderly envoy George Mitchell, "... simply doesn't understand the reality."
Thursday, 24 September 2009
"Petra" way of life
Have been working everyday with "western style", I get used to the western politeness - "how are you" with every hello, and asking about how the weekend/holiday was going is a must.
Though sometimes I am still a little bit skeptical about whether the people who ask these questions are actually care about the answer, I am, at the same time, trying to give an appropriate reply in an eanest but precise way.
At today's lunch time, C was talking about his no-relaxing-at-all schedual during the 6 days Eid holiday, with almost everyday waking up early and going to bed late. I said I was quite relaxed, though, staying with the moon and stars, watching the mountain and enjoying reading. Given that I was still quite happy and satisfied even I wasted the two-day visit ticket by going only one day, I am much easier now, right?
Seriously, after been to not few places, I am now more relaxed with "said-to-be amazing sight scene", and very fine with some sacrifice. When the 23-year-old engineering consultant girl did climb the hill twice, only wanting to see the Treasuty from a commanding position, I though to myself, ok, another conquer-oriented kind of traveller.
Petra is beautiful. The second day, when I was sipping my mint black tea, half lying on the couch, I was wondering what is exactly the thing that moved me. After I climb a lot under the strong sundhine, and finally arrived at the Monastry, what made my heart tempted?
Could be architechture, since I always think I like the that. Archiology? But I seldom know what's link between archiology and the huge rock in front of me.
The second morning, when I sit for long reading my "best-seller kind of modern history", with the moutain so far awy but just in front of my eyes, I guess I somehow sense the answer.
Those buildings, though unconsiderably huge, are not interupting, deserted to be one natual part of their surroundings. They tell an alien way of life living. Different from that of modern society, the viteness, over-rational, and universal arrogent, the clearly, unfinely-cut lines of those tomb and temple are dictioning love and passion. They didn't know much about the world. They lived their life bold, direct, eanest, and most touching for me, humbly frank.
The third day, J and I lied in the middle of Wadi Rum, chatting in conpletely darkness, except stars, milky way, and meteorites that so much excited us now and then. I told him, the word of civilization in Chinese language combines of two characteristics, which respectivly means "wording" and "Lightening". I understand them as to orderly record things, and digging every unknown into somewhat discovery, which may not be so useful, but enough to satisfy the desire of conquering.
I just find the way of living touching me so much.
Though sometimes I am still a little bit skeptical about whether the people who ask these questions are actually care about the answer, I am, at the same time, trying to give an appropriate reply in an eanest but precise way.
At today's lunch time, C was talking about his no-relaxing-at-all schedual during the 6 days Eid holiday, with almost everyday waking up early and going to bed late. I said I was quite relaxed, though, staying with the moon and stars, watching the mountain and enjoying reading. Given that I was still quite happy and satisfied even I wasted the two-day visit ticket by going only one day, I am much easier now, right?
Seriously, after been to not few places, I am now more relaxed with "said-to-be amazing sight scene", and very fine with some sacrifice. When the 23-year-old engineering consultant girl did climb the hill twice, only wanting to see the Treasuty from a commanding position, I though to myself, ok, another conquer-oriented kind of traveller.
Petra is beautiful. The second day, when I was sipping my mint black tea, half lying on the couch, I was wondering what is exactly the thing that moved me. After I climb a lot under the strong sundhine, and finally arrived at the Monastry, what made my heart tempted?
Could be architechture, since I always think I like the that. Archiology? But I seldom know what's link between archiology and the huge rock in front of me.
The second morning, when I sit for long reading my "best-seller kind of modern history", with the moutain so far awy but just in front of my eyes, I guess I somehow sense the answer.
Those buildings, though unconsiderably huge, are not interupting, deserted to be one natual part of their surroundings. They tell an alien way of life living. Different from that of modern society, the viteness, over-rational, and universal arrogent, the clearly, unfinely-cut lines of those tomb and temple are dictioning love and passion. They didn't know much about the world. They lived their life bold, direct, eanest, and most touching for me, humbly frank.
The third day, J and I lied in the middle of Wadi Rum, chatting in conpletely darkness, except stars, milky way, and meteorites that so much excited us now and then. I told him, the word of civilization in Chinese language combines of two characteristics, which respectivly means "wording" and "Lightening". I understand them as to orderly record things, and digging every unknown into somewhat discovery, which may not be so useful, but enough to satisfy the desire of conquering.
I just find the way of living touching me so much.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Back and Restart
It's has been REALLY long since my last update here.
This blog was initially set up for the citizen journalism course when I was in Dikili, Turkey last summer, but to be honest, I never pay special attention to it. Shame... :(
I changed the name of this blog to "Play for me", the same but in English as the theme of my chinese blog. And seriously plan to consider it as another sweet online home.
Will do more to make here a little bit homy afterwards.
^_^
(Also starting my Flickr. happiness~)
This blog was initially set up for the citizen journalism course when I was in Dikili, Turkey last summer, but to be honest, I never pay special attention to it. Shame... :(
I changed the name of this blog to "Play for me", the same but in English as the theme of my chinese blog. And seriously plan to consider it as another sweet online home.
Will do more to make here a little bit homy afterwards.
^_^
(Also starting my Flickr. happiness~)
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