Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Malaysian fatwa agency forbids Yoga for Muslims

Taken from The Jakarta Post

An authority on religious affairs in Malaysia has issued a fatwa saying Yoga is forbidden for Muslims.

The fatwa, announced by the National Fatwa Agency on Saturday, deems Yoga incorporates physical movements, musical sounds, singings and adorations that are not inline with Islamic teachings.

The agency said that the fatwa was not legally binding and that it would only serve as a formal opinion representing members of Muslim community in Malaysia. According to the latest census report, currently there are about 27 million Muslims in the country or about two-third of the total population.

The controversy about Yoga in the largely Muslim populated country became a public attention recently, following a statement of a lecturer at the Malaysia National University, Zakaria Stapa, which said that Yoga is an element of Hindu teachings and that it could affect the faith of Yoga practicing Muslims.

He argued that Yoga distances Muslims from Islam.

In response to his statements, a civil society group -- Malaysian Muslim Solidarity Movement --- launched a counter argument saying that Yoga is only a type of sports and adapted by Muslim to the betterment of health.

They gotta be kidding me, this joke is not funny at all. I'll be damned if Indonesia forbids Yoga too. It's just another form of sport for God sake!

Random question

Who is your pick:

Angelina Jolie or Jenifer Aniston?

And why?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

How well do you know your home town?

Above question hounted me for weeks, started when a friend of mine asking about good restaurant in Tasikmalaya (my hometown) for her colleagues when she's visiting the town for colleague's wedding. And I can't give her a proper answer for that simple thing.

And last week another Dinar asked the same question when she has to go to Pangandaran Beach for work and she and her colleagues plan to stop and have a meal somewhere in Tasik. And I can't give a proper answer again, my answer was there are a lot of restaurants on the way back to Bandung from Tasik and you can choose one of them in fact I know NOTHING about restaurant down there. This is the place I called home town and I spent 2 years for my high school there, I know NOTHING about good restaurant there, shame on me!

To be honest I never dine out while I was in Tasikmalaya because my mom and grandma will
cook for us, so if I dine out that will be for Bakso (meat ball) Laksana famous bakso place in Tasik or bakso Mang Eman (near my grandma's area) I don't know why but bakso is a populer snack/meal in Tasik, bubur Zaenal (you have to get up early and quieing there because it usually sold out at 10 am) and during Lebaran holiday the place will be packed with people from all over and most of the cars are from Jakarta.

Beside restaurants, I know limited tourist things in Tasikmalaya. I know where to buy
handicraft, I know where Mt Galunggung is, although I couldn't remember when was the last time I was there, and I've been to Pangandaran beach but that also long time ago. So if one asked me what to do and where to go in Tasikmalaya, I only can name Pangandaran beach and the volcano, other than that I have no idea. Shame shame on me.

I tried to look up on the internet and not much information either, so next time I was down there I have to be really look around and have better knowledge on things to do or where to go, so when one asks me about Tasikmalaya I can give them comprehensive answer :)).

Dinar was born and grew up in Jakarta so her hometown is Jakarta but she never been to Monas, so much knowledge for what so called hometown huh?

I guess we tend to take for granted on what we have now.

So, how well do you know your home town?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Well pardon me for having big boobies!

One said women who define themselves by the size of their breasts are intellectually challenged, ibu2 arisan, tukang gosip, unsatisfied in bed, bitchy, have no lives.. LOL...

Well as you all know, my blog is not a niche blog.. niche blog is a blog that represent to the world about your brain capacity.. the author always write about intellectual stuff.

Since I'm no brainy and I'm content with my breasts, I might as well justify that even more with these situation..

Enjoy folks....

Is it because of the breasts or because they're blond or because they're pretty or simply because they're women?

Ah we live in a mysterious world, aren't we :)

Friday, November 14, 2008

Ink me, not

My latest obsession are tattoo shows, will that be Miami Ink, LA Ink, London Ink or Tattoo wars. Those tattoo artists are doing one hell of jobs, the art is amazing and there is no boundary in doing so. You can go all the way, and sometimes people are willing to get really hurt in the name of art.

Angelina Jolie is famous for her tattoos, she even made coordinates tattoo where are her kids came from.

A Difference of Opinion
Some Americans with tattoos say they feel sexier (34%) and more attractive (26%). Many who don't have tattoos, however, think people who do have them are less attractive (42%), more rebellious (57%) and less intelligent (31%). [Source: Harris Interactive]

How tattoo works?
Artists create tattoos by injecting ink into a person's skin. To do this, they use an electrically powered tattoo machine that resembles (and sounds like) a dental drill. The machine moves a solid needle up and down to puncture the skin between 50 and 3,000 times per minute. The needle penetrates the skin by about a millimeter and deposits a drop of insoluble ink into the skin with each puncture.
A tattoo machine involves a magnetic vibrator driving the needle up and down.

How Much Does it Hurt?
People describe the sensation of getting a tattoo as similar to bee stings, sunburn or being pinched. Some say they experience a slight tickling or "pins and needles." Individual pain tolerance, the size and type of tattoo, and the skill of the artist all contribute to the amount of pain. Location also makes a difference -- skin that rests right over a bone is more sensitive.

I don't know how hurt bee stings can be, and I never had any sunburn before because of my dark skin tone. But one thing I know that it's hurt to get injection from 1 needle, and puncture between 50 and 3,000 times per minute mast be damn painful.

A friend told me that once you get a tattoo you can't stop and you will get another and another and another, it's like you miss the pain and it's some kind of addiction. Same thing like piercing.

I know a guy who started his tattoo with his daughter's name on his right upper arm, and now he almost cover his back with tattoo.

Some people choose to use their entire body as a canvas. Others use tattoos and surgeries to shift their appearance from human to animal.

And as for me? Do I want to get tattoo?

Nah, I'm too wuss to have one. I can't bare the pain, so I'll just enjoy the art and the show.

Monday, November 10, 2008


This one inspires me, so I would like to share it with all of you.

Strength is not something you born with.

It is not something taught by your parents, nor your teachers.

It doesn’t come from the way you were brought up, nor educated.

You wouldn’t get it from any school, any courses or training,

and forget about counseling.

Strength is something you earn from Life.

It is everything you learn from your mistakes and failures,

the hardness of life, poverty, hunger, sickness, and abuses.

It is the sum of your loneliness.

It comes from how you survive and stay alive,

it is when you smile while holding a tear from the tip of your eye,

it is staying calm when life attacks you,

it is breathing normally while your heart is beating fast.

It is when you keep hanging on while you hold to nothing but yourself.

Strength is not something you look for,

it comes by it self, it is sent by God.

Just when you thought God do you injustice,

it is when God gives His fullest attention.

God teaches and trains you, again and again and again… and never stop though you pray for it.

God polishes you so you become a diamond.

God squeezes you hard to extract the strength in you.

So when you about to give up, think again.

When you pray for your problems to be solved, don’t forget to also pray for strength.

It is a gift in disguise, a gift from God.

Don’t give up. God is in love with you.

Nuniks Indah Gayatri

Bali, 24 September 2008; dawn.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Yes, We can

Tuesday, November 4th 2008 was the historic day for Americans, well not only Americans but also people around the world who care for a change and hope.

Saw my Facebook friends's status yesterday, and 90% of them put up something about Barrack Obama and their feeling towards the new No.1 man for the USA. They all passionate about this election and then I wonder whether they will feel the same about the upcoming Indonesian Election next year.

Will they feel as passionate as this for the next President of Indonesia?

When Indonesian will be able to elect president from minority like Chinese, Ambonese, Papuan and christian etc?

And how well Indonesian can accept that, in the name of change to be better nation?

Saturday, November 01, 2008

10 Things I Hate About Me

Since Elyani and Anita has done their homework from Rima, being a good student I guess this is my time to spill the negativity of my self :)

1. I hate the fact that I am the BIGGEST wuss in the world.

I am afraid to try extreme things like: bungee jump, ride on big roller coaster (for you Indonesian might know Hallilintar in Dufan, and I have never been rode that one), not to mention sky diving I will be freeze to death if someone dare me to do it. Once I told Sam that I really would like to do Paragliding and his reaction was just laughing at me and say that He really want to witness it as He knows my wuss level. I wish I have guts to do all those exciting things. Psst don't tell anyone that I kinda scared of being home alone :)

2. Being sensitive is good, but not too sensitive though.

Behind this cheerful and outgoing look, I am really a sensitive person and baby crier. Yes, I can cry just to see someone is crying and it happens with the movie scene too, it's only a movie for God sake but I can't help it. It's ok to cry when you see Tsunami victim in Aceh back then, it's ok to cry when you see old poor beggar and grateful for what you have.

3. Easily bored.

Yeah, I might like one thing today and the next week I just don't like it any more.

4. I hate the fact that I have tendency to peek out the end of the book.

Hahaha yeah I know I'm that weird. I just want to know the end of it without spoiling out the whole story. And if I don't like the ending I will not read it. I like happy ending book :)

5. I hate my big flabby upper arm.

Tried to do everything but it still there sigh. Well probably I should hit the gym twice a day just like I used to, but it's kinda hard now because of the lazy factor :)). I know every woman has their own corner to stuffed all those fat, but I would be delighted if mine was in the hidden part. You know, when you're wearing clothes people won't notice it, it's different story when you naked though coz I believe men don't really care with that of things.

6. I hate the combination of my small waist, big thighs and short legs.

The result? Really really really really hard to find perfect jeans! I have to try them on first. Medium size 8 will fit perfectly to my small waist but really tight for my big thighs. Larger size 10 has big space gap to my small waist but perfectly hide my big thighs. No matter what size I choose, I have to cut it shorter thanks to my short legs.

7. My weight scale never stays in certain number.

It will easily go up and really hard to go down. I just have to eat big dinner 3 night in a row and will get instant result on the 4th day, but I can't lose it as fast as it goes up, in fact it will takes months to go back to previous scale number. Tried to lose 4 kg for the past months, but only succeed lose 1 kg :)). I do kick boxing 3 times a week and minimize food intake, but still... those fats likes to be inside me.

8. I don't have specific talent.

Yup, I can't play any music, I can't sing ah well I can sing but who ever heard me sing will agree with me that I can't sing, I can't do traditional dance not disco dance though.. disco dance don't need specific talent, what you need is good music and booze hahahah. I don't have an art sense in me. I don't have talent to write a powerful topic, this blog mostly about crappy things :)

9. I hate my handwritings

Anyone who've seen it will think that was from school boy yep boy not man, it's just that bad.

10. My chubby cheek.

When I gained weight, you will notice it easily. Yep, thanks to my round chubby cheek, it will proudly show the world that I gained weight. I envy Anita's high cheek bone.

Anyone feel free to write about what you don't like or hate or what you like about yourself.