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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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Personally i always find it a better skill to be able to find ‘peace of mind’ rather than give someone a ‘piece of my mind’. But then again people love a bit of drama! haha…and you could read this as portioning out pieces! ps-Sorry if you saw this last night…i wasn’t happy so i deleted it and started from scratch again. Now i must have also repented and officially completed my goodness challenge! Back to business…stay tuned!
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The word “Da’wah” in Arabic simply means to invite (call) to something. When it is used in conjunction with Islam it is understood to mean “Inviting to the Way of submission and surrender to God.” Dawah is an obligation for all Muslims. “Invite (all) to the Way of thy Lord with wisdom and beautiful preaching; and argue with them in ways that are best and most gracious: for thy Lord knoweth best, who have strayed from His Path, and who receive guidance.“ (Qur’an 16:125 – YUSUFALI) “Call unto the way of thy Lord with wisdom and fair exhortation, and reason with them in the better way. Lo! thy Lord is Best Aware of him who strayeth from His way, and He is Best Aware of those who go aright.” (Qur’an 16:125 – PICKTHAL) “Call to the way of your Lord with wisdom and goodly exhortation, and have disputations with them in the best manner; surely your Lord best knows those who go astray from His path, and He knows best those who follow the right way.” (Qur’an 16:125 – SHAKIR) According to modern Islamic theology, the Qur’an is a revelation very specifically in Arabic, and so it should only be recited in the Arabic language. Translations into other languages are necessarily the work of humans and so, according to Muslims, no longer possess the uniquely sacred character of the Arabic original. Since these translations necessarily subtly change the meaning, they are often called “interpretations.” For instance, Pickthall called his translation The Meaning of the Glorious Koran rather than simply The Koran.
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More antics from these wonderful birds!
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WAR… / . / . / Is WAR just a word? / Its meanings are far reaching and deafening. / WAR is a state of mind, a physical struggle, discord, antagonism, conflict between people, nations, factions, states. / War is ugly, cruel, combative, relentless, a disrepect for life. / Just to one party, unjust to another. / War began in Heaven, brought to Earth, and through generation after generation it has become a means to an end. / An End with no begining if left unresolved. / Man hasnt the capacity to stop because of something far reaching within his soul…greed, pride, and the nature of SIN. Man talks of Peace and Change but hasnt the ability to stop, what can bring end to WAR? / Anniliation? / But then after anniliation comes a temporary peace, from fear, a need for survival until mankind reaches up into a plateau of wealth again and WAR returns…. eventually. WAR is a burden of mans soul, a part that can never rest no matter his desire, sensibility or determination… WAR is: / . / “W”restling / “A”t / “R”esolution. / . / . / . / Lisa C. Weber ©2007
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Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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When I was 15 I was very, very ill and ended up in hospital for 7 months. / It seemed everyone who visited me gave me fluffy toys or flowers. / But not my Gramp. / He gave me a pad and a pen. / And he said ‘write…’ / I said ‘why?’ / And he said ‘you must write…it’s important. You must write about what you see, who you meet and how you feel. It’s very important to write.’ / That was 29 years ago, / I’ve been a copywriter for 20 years. / He died when I was 18. / This photo was taken in 1970. / He’s never left my heart. / I know it’s self indulgent, but I wanted to upload this. / He loved photography.
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parody rules apply.
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All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © 2008 Forest Friends Photography: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.! You wouldn’t argue with this monster truck. Photographed as a demonstration at a show in 2006.
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portraiture
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WAR
by Lisa WeberWAR is a state of mind, a physical struggle, discord, antagonism, conflict between people, nations, factions, states.
An Image I created to discuss WAR.
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And let’s be honest, with these three making that demand it would be a brave soul indeed who chose otherwise. The sea has always been referred to as a woman, and that must make these three her daughters in flesh. Terrorizing the highs seas from all parts of the known world they have come together in an uneasy alliance, but one that promises to bring riches beyond their wildest dreams. On the left we have Mingxia Jiang from Singapore. / On the right we have Yvette de Lorme from France. / And in the centre we have Isabel Valdez from Spain.
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Arguing for the "safe for workplace viewing" filter
by David BarnesI’ve been thinking this issue over since a couple of redbubblers emailed me to ask what I thought, and whether I had the “safe for workpl…
I’ve been thinking this issue over since a couple of redbubblers emailed me to ask what I thought, and whether I had the “safe for workplace viewing” filter on any of my images. I think I’ve reached the conclusion (in my own head) that self-classification is a perfectly reasonable thing. The “safe for workplace viewing” filter is not enforced censorship, it simply gives me the opportunity to give viewers of my work a choice of what they get to see. Ie. it gives both artist and audience a choice. It’s classification, not censorship. So I have decided to exercise this choice for most of my nudes. It’s not going to stop people seeing my art work, but it makes it their choice. There’s nothing to be gained from me not using the filter. So it’s a pragmatic decision; one that seems perfectly sensible. The censorship debate is a minefield. Earlier today I tried to frame a response to this issue by arguing for freedom of expression and choice. However, I think some of my clothed images are sexier and more provocative than some of my nudes, so it’s such a wiggly, grey, fuzzy line that I just couldn’t sustain any reasonable argument without contradicting myself. So there we are. My 2 cents worth. Hope it’s interesting to someone! – David. ps. the above is based on my recent response to Tony Ryan’s recent journal
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SWANS AT SALISBURY PARK WILTSHIRE UK, QUARREL OVER BREAD THROWN TO THEM BY TOURISTS. SWANS ARE SUCH GRACEFUL BIRDS AND ’ BELONG ’ TO THE QUEEN IN THE UK AND ARE KNOWN AS ’ THE QUEENS BIRDS ’ MANIPULATED IMAGE FROM A BLACK AND WHITE ORIGINAL. STONEHENGE IS NOT FAR AWAY.
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The man was yelling at her (or seemed like it) while she just ignored him. It was rather amusing so I took a photo. It lasts longer.. Circular Quay, Sydney.
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This was during the argument
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Care to Measure?
by Halima Mitchell~- observation ~- What do you feel when you see roadkill? / What do you feel when you see a rose? / What do you feel when someone lies a…
- observation ~- What do you feel when you see roadkill? / What do you feel when you see a rose? / What do you feel when someone lies about you? / What do you feel when the truth is told? - when it’s mutual - I love you / You mean the world to me / I’ll do anything for you / Tell me what you want and I’ll give it / I’m in love with you / Will you be with me / I want to spend the rest of my life with you - when it’s not mutual and said to you - I don’t love you / I was never in love with you / I don’t want to be with you / Stay away from me and out of my life / You mount to nothing / You’re a loser - NOW - How does it feel? - Awaits to End ~- Pain is gone the moment you stop caring. / If people didn’t care, then there’d be no pain. / It only exists because people do and change. Care to Measure?
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Null and void
by cheridanI watched them argue / at the table, alcohol fuelled / and vicious.
I watched them argue / at the table, alcohol fuelled / and vicious.
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Mum and dad have a bit of a disagreement while on a family outing while child watches on. Nothing serious and all is wonderful again. Typical, average, happens all the time.
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Sleep Tight Princess
by EsumSleep tight princess cus baby it’s just a sickness
This is short and may be repetitive to some, I actually put a rock twist to this song. Wish I had a recording to show. Maybe in the future and also may add another verse. This is actually one of my favorite things to date. So simple but says so much. Just remember this next time your laying in bed back to back with someone you love in a room full of angst.
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