life stuck between pages

usually, people miss normal lectures. there are MANY reasons for this:

1) lecturer’s boring

2) topics sucks

3) overslept

4) having sex

5) better things to do

6) slave labour

we had a guest lecturer today though, which normally means extraordinarily GOOD attendance. the last time we had a guest lecturer, even people i have never seen before (read: frequent absentees) turned up. class had the first 100% attendance in… 3 months by then or something.

today, out of 50.. we had…

EIGHT.

wow. the guest lecturer was mortified. truth be told, he rushed through the lecture, sometimes stammering, sometimes just reading mindlessly off his well-prepared speech. at the end of it, without so much as a bye to us, he left.

as Trish, our normal lecturer, pointed out, he was a little stunned and embarrassed. he didn’t know if it was because no one liked him, or no one liked the topic he was bringing up - either ways, it hurt his ego. and what was his topic about?

Media’s exposure of Abu Ghraib’s misdemeanors.

I wasn’t shocked or anything, because i have already seen those pictures, un-censored, quite a few times already by now. it’s hard not to notice, since it was everywhere when news first broke. personally, i think the media did more harm in terms of America’s relation with the rest of the Muslim world than they had really know. Then again, with the news running like wild fire back then, there were few people i know that still liked America.

Muslims deemed dogs as not “halal”, and because the middle east is still pretty conservative, being naked infront of women, forced to kneel, covered in excrement…. it was worse than death. when you think about how 90% of them were innocent, and how they maybe released, and perhaps well compensated… nothing will be able to replace what happened to them. they take it away with them, perhaps to haunt them till they die. who knows, some of them might have committed suicide now for the shame they went through.

and for all that, with all your heart, imagine being one of the family members of these guys. wouldn’t you want to be part of the Taliban now, eh?

Lynndie England, the chick in the above photo, might be older now, wiser now, but i am afraid it will take a long time before people forget her face and link it to the torture that she meted out. perhaps that’s karma - to live the nightmare that she too had dished out to someone else.

but on to lighter topics…

i have started cleaning up this place, slowly but surely. Waifie did most of the hard work though, and now we have a good, clean living room to invite people to. the people in the backyard have been too quiet, so i am getting scared. i did point out though, if they kill anyone, there’s storage underneath my house.

the 2 crazy ass girls in my class, who giggles till cows come home, have now exploded to a clique of 5 chicks. it might still grow, just like a bad tumour. one day, just one day, i will be throw a dead chicken at them.

mean time, i can enjoy the great scenary outside the class windows…

no, i didn’t photoshopped it :O i wonder if he’s selling the car….