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Sound of a poet/Isams klummer-Isams columns 2010 |
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Jul for én, der ikke holder jul 10. december 2010 www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2010/12/09/22/2205-90/index.xml
FCK: pt en klasse for sig
Kæmpeklasser for sig Christmas for someone who does not celebrate Christmas Last christmas ... Words grumble deep in us all and has almost become a synonym for december. THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS Yes, the old and colourful George Michael (freak or not), has written a Christmas anthem, which is here to stay for very long yet. Hated or loved, I think certainly that in the next 50 years we will still see it on the radio the rotation lists. But THEN, I also believe that we are coming to the end and get tired of it. A new Christmas pop song will take over, you are allowed to hope. 'Last Christmas' has already received an enormous great room at Christmas that it almost is a part of Christmas traditions. Perhaps because the song absolutely not is about Christmas, but that she was unfaithful to him at the Christmas party, and now she just ha 'again ... ONE thing is certain, George Michael is smiling all the way to the bank. Fritters is now a genius thing. Only in December you can buy bags of apple slices and run out of jam. The French can be proud of their crepe, but we can certainly be proud of our fritters. Rice pudding with raspberry sauce is a hit. I am so indifferent to the almond, since I'm allergic to nuts, but the porridge is mine! Christmas at Vesterbro – The Duck’s (Andens – a comedian by the name Anders Mattesen) Christmas calendar on DR2 - it's a classic! Finally, at long last we get an advent calendar, there will something more than the usual 'Christmas elves who saves the day' dramaturgy. Less reruns! Thanks to Kefir, Stewart, Stardust, Danny and Co.. for originality. On the 24 December: without doubt the most boring day of the year. There is literally nothing. All are free, but everything is closed. What do you do?! Window Looking to see if anyone really dance around the Christmas tree, or listening for whether there is someone who really sing carols. I have not yet managed to come across a single family who does! So the past few years I have chosen to travel away for the Christmas period. It's either that or surfing the web. The best thing about Christmas is Disney Christmas cartoons; Santa's gift factory, Bambi, Cinderella, Chip & Dale Christmas tree battle with Mickey and Pluto, Donald Duck's snowball war with his sons, and of course the host; grasshopper in his cool tuxedo. Mega nostalgic trip! This year Christmas Eve falls on a Friday; Friday Christmas Eve? Well, who knows, maybe it can spice up my Christmas a little.
FCK: pt a class for themselves
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26. november 2010 http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2010/11/25/23/2259-90/index.xml
Det nye Kanye West - album.
Tørklædedebatten for 117. gang. Dancing with the stars in Aalborg Isam B. has had a 'hard' day in the North, where 'Dancing with the Stars' melts hearts. THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS I'm sitting in a taxi on the way to Aalborg Airport Friday evening, just finished the job. It is well known that when alternative pigmented Danes jumps into a taxi where the driver is also alternatively pigmented, so it's only a matter of time before going 'Can you guess where I'm from?" in it. I have no idea why this is so. But you have no choice, and the more attempts you hit the wrong, the fewer bonus points. It is a matter of honor and respect, folks!
The new Kanye West - album.
Headscarf debate for the 117. time. LS2/Tue |
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Jeg er så glad for min parabol! 12. november 2010 http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2010/11/12/09/2239-89/index.xml
Den strammeste indvandringslov i Europa’. Jubii, vi har ikke brug for fremmedarbejdere længere!
Øh, vi mangler hænder i institutioner, skoler og på hospitaler og hjemmehjælpere til at tørre enden på de ældre! Pia?! I am so happy for my satellite! Isam B. recommend that you buy a net satellite, which is very little. That he need a satellite, gets behind him - until he got a son THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS I have a satellite! But it just has no dish. My housing association does not permit the dishes, probably for several reasons and purely cosmetic, I think not that it's the prettiest sight. Some neighbours have chosen to take the risk anyway and buy such a contraption, which they have left in the balcony, or they have painted the brick coloured red, and knocked it to the wall so that it drowns in the bricks around it. Not that it camouflages the plate at all - on the contrary, I'd think, because now they have suddenly given their dish an artistic expression that stands out and signals: 'I'm a brick. I have chosen to invest in a net satellite instead. It's simple and easy, and it uses no space. It can safely be recommended for Arabic, Persian, Turkish and Somali speaking Danes. It can take about 130 channels (depending on its mood), it takes just as much as a playstation (actually resemble each other in a dot), and is a much cheaper alternative to TDC's arab package (where you only get 5:00 to 6:00 channels) My dish dealer is located in Nørrebrogade. He does not speak Danish, but he speaks a little English and a lot of Syriac. To return the product and get your money back, you can forget about it! So whatever you do, decide for with yourself if that is what you want to buy as soon as you let go of blame, there's no turning back. That I would end up buying a satellite dish and thereby go into my parents' footsteps, I had honestly not expected. I do not have the same need to keep up with what's going on in the mother country, and it has never really interested me. But then I got a son. Life is changing course, and suddenly begins roots to claim: 'Buy so the dish so you do not forget the language, culture, and your son can see Postman Zubair with his little cat Emir! " I speak Berber with him dish speaks Arabic, and in the institution speaks, of course Danish. But not only that, it's clear that his first language is Danish, as he now prefers to express himself in Danish. It annoys me! The other day I ask my son to drink his tea in the Berber 'Su atai! " He looks barely at me, his eyes are glued to Kidz Aljazeera channel, and responds: "No, Baba (have) sore toes!"!
The tightest law against imigration in Europe. Yippee, we don’t need foreign workers any more!
Oh, we need hands to help, in instituitons, schools and at hospitals and home help to dry off the backs of the elder! Pia?! LS2/Tue |
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Ud i Verden, ind i hjernen! 29. Oktober 2010 http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2010/10/28/22/2538-90/index.xml
Realitycheck
Mediehetz Out in the world, into the brain! When you talk to another one over the phone, the brain forms a lot of pictures of how a person is, writes Isam B. And you can be surprised when it does not hold true. THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS A friend has some interesting phone conversations with a journalist, and they finally agree to meet and talk some more - now that it's so comfortable. When she shows up at the station and meets the journalist, she can not help noticing the journalist's shocked facial expression. "But your Danish is so good," she says. My friend smiles indulgently behind her headscarf and jilbab. The journalist thought that she spoke with a 'Dane' and not a Danish Muslim. In a staircase in Nørrebro a postman is waiting with a package for the door to be opened. "Yes, hello?" exclaims a woman in the door phone. "It's mail man. I have a package for you, "he answers. There will be opened, and he goes up the stairs. The main door is already open, and she waits anxiously, but suddenly she slams the door, goes with hasty steps away from the door and then just as quickly back again. She opens - this time she is covered, albeit with a somewhat 'tilted' scarf on his head and the door slightly ajar, "Uh ... where I write under?" She thought that she spoke with a 'Dane' and not a brown Dane. During my time as a student I worked as a telemarketer (commissions paid) for Politiken, and most of us with exotic names chose to use Danish aliases because it simply sold better. We sounds like 'pear Danes,' then why confuse the customer image of the seller when the nine Sunday newspapers for 69 dollars to be focused on. States, for example, Faisal, it can be quick sound like 'Error Sale' in Mr. Jensen's hearing aid. So rather just call me Henry. (In English: What Isam talks about is, that Faisal can be pronounced as Fejlsalg, which in Danish means not a good sale.) The film 'Buried' takes place in a coffin. It is a living American with a lighter and a phone buried somewhere in Baghdad. In a half hour you sit and are feeling pretty entertained, although the script only takes place in the coffin, so to get good around the world, because every time he calls someone, then new pictures pops up in the shell of one. Right from the arrogant 'army cut' FBI man in his office in Ohio, to the stressful phone lady with 70 glasses in Pennsylvania, the empathetic British problem solver with side dime and glittering hair. And of course the terrorist, the evil sweaty Arab with bent nose, turban, and beard, no spaces between the eyebrows and very heavy Arabian accent, "Give Me One Million Money or you die!" Where do these brain images come from?!
One ghetto fire soul
200 ghetto cops LS2/Tue |
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