cześ
w chuj mysli o czymś
które nie są dawno.
to co licytujemy ?

długo nie pisałem, zbierałem myśli.
i tylko hiphop hobby, wciąż mieszkam tam
może coś nagram, zabaczymy
w każdym bądź razie powracam do formy i mam ostry zakwas jak chleb.
2 sie sporo wyjasni.
pamietaj ze nie wszystko mozna kupić
a propos zoabcz jakie bity volt już siekał !
kotkotkot
kipjorhedup
będzie spoko dzieciak.

elo

a stream of cars down the slopes of noon
I and the minutes, parts of clouds

the far-away phone rings November
these business suits still smell of rivers

shadows born from high buildings
all is peace in a busy day.

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Nihilistic Poetry

“DARKNESS AT NOON” Graphite on paper – Courtesy of the FANTOM FACTION

the blood soaked walls augur ghastly findings

pure born hatreds overflowing with calculated malice

smiling bayonets lapping at their supine captures

machetes twisted-turned sideways and returned

bullet travelled flesh prostrate as though in eternal supplication

murals awashed in the scents of noon-day agonies

roundly severed hands tucked into the adjoining creek

broken bones thinly veiled in roving flies

the roving sounds of panicked trains ferrying them to hades

ah! such be but our daily runings

wednesday

sesame street turns 40 a last week! oh my… that makes me near ancient! hehehe…

when i was young i consider the sesame street charaters my friends. they are my afternoon companions after school. i would copy the messy way cookie monster eat the cookies and how oscar would hide inside the trash can.

like me, i’m sure a lot of kids then learned to count as count dracula would. and would envy the kids who get to hug big bird. i would even ask my parents to buy me striped pajamas like the ones ernie and bert would wear to bed.

as a tribute, google featured the sesame street charaters in google doodle

every day last week i would check out google to see the day’s sesame street treat.

thank you google!!!

JESUS DIED AT EXACTLY 12 NOON

ARISTEO CANLAS FERNANDO
Peace Crusader and Echo

Tradition has it that Jesus Christ died at about 3pm.  The Holy Bible, King James Version, gives the following accounts:

Matthew 27:45-54
45 Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour.
46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? That is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
47 Some of them that stood there, when they heard that, said, This man calleth for Elijah.
48 And straightway one of them ran, and took a sponge, and filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink.
49 The rest said, Let be, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.
50 Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.
51 And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent;
52 And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose,
53 And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many.
54 Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.

Mark 15:33-39
33 And when the sixth hour was come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour.
34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
35 And some of them that by, when they heard it, said, Behold, he calleth Elijah.
36 And one ran and filled a sponge full of vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink, saying, Let alone; let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.
37 And Jesus cried with a loud voice, and gave up the ghost.
38 And the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom.
39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.

Luke 23:44-47
44 And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour.
45 And the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst.
46 And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost.
47 Now when the centurion saw what was done, he glorified God, saying, Certainly this was a righteous man.

The Holy Spirit revealed that Jesus died at exactly 12 noon.  This is in http://aristean.org/e03a-pah5.mp3 which is in the Pilipino language.  If you don’t understand the language, you may ask a Filipino to translate it for you.  Basically, the Holy Spirit said that it was not about 3pm when Jesus died but at exactly 12 noon.  At exactly at 12 noon!  I found this out on 2009-10-31 while playing the tapes of our sessions with the Holy Spirit.  This must be the reason why He told us before that if anyone dies at 12 noon, He goes straight to Heaven.

The sixth hour is equivalent to 12 noon, and the ninth hour, 3pm in the afternoon.  Logically, a 12 noon death of Jesus is more believable than about 3pm death because would darkness precede His death, or darkness succeed after He died?  Also, if Jesus died at 3pm, would three hours (3pm to 6pm) be enough for Joseph of Arimathea to beg Pontius Pilate to give him the body of Jesus, Pilate inquiring from the centurion if He was already dead, the breaking of bones of the crucified people, the removal of Jesus from the cross, the taking of the body of Jesus to the sepulcher?

Jesus was crucified on preparation day of the high day sabbath (John 19:31).  His body should not remain on the cross on the sabbath day, especially, the next day sabbath day was a high day.  Hence, Joseph of Arimathea went to Pontius Pilate and begged him to give to him the body of Jesus.

Not only did the sky darken when Jesus died.  The earth quaked, the veil of the temple was split into two from the top to the bottom, rocks split apart, and graves were opened, as related in the Holy Bible.

The Holy Bible that we are using now was not directly written by the disciples but by their descendants.  These descendants pieced together the notes of the disciples and came up with the stories.  The descendants were not eyewitnesses to the crucifixion that is why there are inaccuracies in the accounts.  Hence, the Holy Spirit is here with us now correcting these errors.  He recommended that we use the King James Version because He said that it is nearer the truth.

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Published: Monday, November 9, 2009

Updated: Monday, November 9, 2009

Several hundred UCF students, faculty and staff received H1N1 vaccinations in the initial intranasal inoculation sessions held last week.

According to Chad Binette of UCF News & Information, within a half hour of when the vouchers for the nasal spray became available, many students were coming into the Health Center and Knight Aide to pick them up.

More sessions begin on Tuesday when about 500 shots of the injectable H1N1 vaccine will be given to priority groups established by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

Priority groups include health care providers, emergency medical services personnel, anyone aged 6 months to 24 years, pregnant women, household contacts and caregivers of infants younger than 6 months and people 25 to 64 years old who have underlying health conditions that increase risk for flu-related health complications.

Vouchers and consent forms can be obtained by presenting a valid UCF ID at the appointment/check-in window inside the Health Center from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. or the Knight Aide pharmacy and convenience store, adjacent to the UCF Arena, from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday, Binette said.

One-hour time windows for the injectable shot are available for UCF students, faculty and staff who belong to a CDC priority group at the UCF Health Services building on Nov. 10 from 11 a.m. to noon, 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., 2 p.m. to 3 p.m. and 3 p.m. to 4 p.m. Arriving anytime within the scheduled time window is acceptable.

Distribution of the remaining intranasal doses of the initial shipment is scheduled for Nov. 12 at 10 a.m., 10:30 a.m., 11 a.m. and 11:30 a.m. Students, faculty and staff must bring their voucher and consent form and arrive at the Health Center five minutes prior to their scheduled session. Those arriving after session instructions begin will need to request a voucher for another session.

There is no charge for UCF students to receive the vaccine, but faculty and staff must pay a $10 fee by cash or check.

"Students, faculty and staff are advised to get their seasonal flu shots as well," Binette said. "Seasonal flu shots are available by appointment at the UCF Health Center."

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It’s apparently all I’m capable of anymore.  I had all weekend (except for when I saw The Good Body, John Krasinski, went to church, and watch the Patriots kick some Dolphin ass), and yet I did no homework.

Now I have to post for some online discussion for my Rhetorical Tradition class and I have to copy out my Spanish vocab from last week (although it could have been much worse, and I don’t have to do the online work till this afternoon).  But the kicker is that I have to write a short story.  Now, I have known about this story for over a week and that it had to be workshopped in Tuesday’s class and was supposed to be posted by noon on Sunday.  But I put it off.  I mean, I tried to tell my professor I knew it wouldn’t be up by then, but then I went so far as to come up with an elaborate lie by posting a dead attachment online os no one could read my blank page and I could just blame my computer.  But rather than actually writing the story to have ready to post “when I realized it was wrong before,” I didn’t.

Instead I perused Perez Hilton, played that Harry Potter game on Facebook, organized some of my room, watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians (which I never watch because I have this lukewarm hate towards them), and then watch Hitch.

But now, like 2 people posted after  me saying my link didn’t work, and I have class from 10 till 1, and I’m going to have to have a kickass story when I post it with a ton of apologies right after that.

UGH.  Why do I always dig these holes for myself?

Well,

Hello there guys, im here to really really quickly introduce to you my start page (: it’s a place where you can get to all my other accounts, e.g. twitter, dailybooth, youtube, facebook and myspace. You can get to it by simply clicking right on this little link right here.

Also I need your help, I want to start making some YouTube videos, but I need some help, on what to do. Do I vlog, do I make funny things, do I make spoofs? What?

Thanks..

Love you babes!

Sitting in school, with nothing to do for another hour or two…three.
As many of you have noticed, today is the first day of snow here in Stockholm and supposedly all over Sweden.
Though it isnt real snow, because as soon as it touches the ground it turns into slushy water.
I am a fan of real fairytale like snow, really thick and white…almost like another substance, but thats not for here…

I have refound my love for real trance music, I have started to listen to the great System F and Armin van Buuren!

What better than to satisfy not only your ears, but your eyes; so watch this movie with the wonderful Tori Black^^

My gift to y’all this cold, bitter thursday noon ^^
-Tonight is training and fun with friends, Im gonna be filmed trixing and fighting and then it is just one more day until the weekend which means leisure and party…GREAT!
The weeks sure go fast, but thats the way it should be, work fast – holiday slow.

Right now we will welcome a bull to our second line of resistance. The trade is still on, however it will expire end of day.

copyright – eddie SAKAMURA 2008

We’ve been here for almost a year and a half at this point, but it wasn’t until last month that I finally learned about the loud siren I hear occasionally. It’s an incredibly loud siren, and I remember being startled by it the first time I heard it. However, there was no screaming in the streets or lots of people running, so I figured I was safe. I’ve sort of ignored it ever since. Merian was visiting last month and happened to be here when the siren went off. I finally thought to ask what it was signifying.

It turns out that the siren is a test done on the first Monday of every month at noon. As long as that’s when you hear the clarion call, no worries. If you hear it any time other than that, well, duck and cover! Today is the first Monday of the month and I heard the siren go off 20 minutes ago, right on time. Unfortunately, I didn’t think to try to record it until it was too late. I gather it’s a nationwide test, not just Utrecht’s schedule. So, for my fellow expats who might have been as clueless as I was until recently, now you know what the sirens are for. Let’s just hope we never hear them at any other time.

I wrote this in my book one day after a long walk.  It said, This is how the hawk prays.  Instead of words I made a sign.  A cross.  It spiraled around the page.  He doesn’t kneel.  His is the prayer that asks for sky.  His is the prayer that asks for blue.  His is the prayer that wants to be fed by light and grass and a wide field.  The hawk looks forward to noon.  He wants to be the first one awake.  Tonight, I will go to find where the hawk sleeps.  I will whisper in his ear, How?  Then I’ll know his secret.  When I circle the things below will scatter, too.  And from that motion in the grass that isn’t wind I will be fed.  O, god of my god, let me confuse his shadow for mine.  Let me see how circling comes to a point, then stoops, then climbs, relieved.

I went walking with my love.  I went walking in her shadow.  When I looked up, she was all shadow.  It wasn’t like looking at the moon on a dark night.  It wasn’t like stargazing at noon.  It wasn’t like the hour between day and dusk, when everything is golden-green, bathed in a golden-green light.  And I said to her, Now?  And she said, No.  But soon there would be a whirlwind of yeses.  Yeses spiraling around in spells.  Tomorrow, when we return – perhaps to this same spot, a center in a universe of centers – what will we say to one another?  How will we be?  I know that my life had come to this.  A line of trees in the distance.  A hollow sound.  Do you have the strength, she says, to call this joy?  I can’t tell whether she would have me follow her or not.  I can’t tell much of anything in this light.  Not with the osages everywhere and all the ospreys gone.  O, there will be another trip to the point, and God’s hands beckoning and his one word: Come.

Jog falls are the greatest water falls in India. It is near the town Gersopa, in Karnataka state, lat.14 degr. north, longt. 74 degr. east (aprox.), Honavar being the nearest coastal town.
The name of the Sharavati river is not available in the  school atlas. This river originates in the Deccan plateau(I am not sure.), but flows westwards through a cut in the mountains, probably caused by geological convulsions. A long valley is the result, into which the river plunges down, some two or three hundred  feet (I am not certain) in five branches, each has been given a name, the view from the top unforgettable. I know all these details, because we went there many times, during my tenure in the Kaiga project.
The journey from Karwar may take some three hours by car, through the county side, crossing several rivers. The road starts going up and, at one point, the driver will stop and show you a breath taking view into the valley, vertically down. It is the river.
When you reach the point of the fall you may see nothing, because of the sudden-ness of the cut. And when you are so near, it is dizzy. The last couple of yards, you have to crawl, like babies, or else, you have to be extra strong psychologically.
Words fail me. The depth is something you are not prepared for. Looking down, lying on my stomach, I imagined that am going down in a parachute, with a video camera in my hands, shooting in all directions, to cover all the five falls along the semicircle of the cut. I am sure the Discovery channel people are capable of doing it.
Circumventing the cut, we drive along the rock plain of the top and reach the opposite bank, where visitors are preparing for the climb down, a few thousand steps. On my first trip, I too accompanied my family. Every step reminded me about the ordeal of the return journey. There are platforms for rest, with drinks available.
At the bottom is a pool of water. We can stand between the rocky background and the sheet of water, like a curtain, ever moving, yet always apearing to stand still.
When we reached the top again, I heaved a sigh of relief. Venders of tender coconut were having brisk sales!

On one occasion, we visited the Idigunji Ganesh temple. We were offered free lunch. I had a wish to avail of the simple food, but others did not like the idea. In several temples in Karnataka, this practice is still there. At Dharmasthala, one can spend the whole life time,eating at the temple for which elborate arrangements have been made, for free stay in the inns and free food at the temple dining halls.
At Mukambika, I met a namboodiri, who used to spend his vacations there,  being a teacher,sitting next to me in the dining hall, who happened to be from my father’s first wife’s home!
There are other places of interest. At one sea side spot, there is a hilly island. When the tide is high, it is cut off from the land, a connecting bridge, serving the purpose of visitors for spending their time, watching the sea.
The islands off the coast are not approachable for want of boating facilities, except on special occasions in the year, when pilgrims go in country crafts, sometimes capsising in the sea.
Marwanta beach, the longest  I have seen, can be seen during the journey to Udupi.
Agumbe sun set point in the mountains, near Udupi, is also worth seeing. I saw cane chairs and swings being made there, but prices were the same as at Udupi, where we did not get good food, though Udupi restaurants in Bombya serve delicious dishes.
Binaga beach at Karwar is very big and deserted. As the water is shallow for a long stretch in the water, we can swim without fear.
Once, during high tide, my cousin sister Soya lost her balance, when pushed by a high wave. As we were all holding hands together, I managed to pull her towards the shore. Better to avoid the noon time. In the morning,the water is very calm.
The Karnataka government is not having any scheme to make Karwar  a tourist destination. It is best developed as an eco tourist spot, with boats carrying tourists from Sadashivgarh, near Kali river, in the north, to Lady’s beach in the  extreme south.

$146.02

We hit our target today for a gain of $146.02 after all commissions.  It’s only right after the loss that we took last week.  Overall, we are now posting a profit.  This bear has a lot of momentum as the $trin keeps pointing down.

This posting will serve as our recap.  See you tomorrow for our next trade.

I love you, Sun

This post is… sebuah pesan for someone A for someone B, setelah wawancara kata-kata yang panjang, gw bisa menyimpulkan *secara kasar* kira-kira someone A pengen bilang gini sama someone B

And note… someone A and B ini have nothing to do with me :| *in case there’s some misunderstanding*

A feeling that bug my life, my sleep, my every…
I love you…
Like a sun…
turn my day bright, but took it away from me
and turn my day bright again, but took it away again

Hate you, but love you, but hate you again, but love you…

F**K you very much

L**E you very much too…

 

Who can give me strength ?

Who can give me  the power?

Who can give me the power to face my fears?

The power to face my self.

Who can give me the strength to change?

Who will march with me in my wars?

Who will destroy  the evil forts inside me?

Who can save me from my enemies?

Who can protect me from who rise up against me ?

Who can heal my sickness?

Who can treat my wounds?

Who can reach my weakness  that’s so deep , hold it and contains it ?

Who can heal the broken hearted ?

who  can hear my voice and my cry through  the evening morning and noon ?

who can rise to save me ?

who can be himself my shelter ?

who can have mercy that lasts for ever ?

who can be the father of the fatherless ?

who can love me for nothing?

Who can forgive me for free ?

Who can be my savior ?

Who can redeem my soul from the power of the grave ?

Who can but Jesus ?

” For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; Nor has He hidden His face from Him;
But when He cried to Him, He heard.   “

(psalm 22:24)

“God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave,  For He shall receive me. Selah “

(psalm 49: 15)

THANJAVUR: The District Collector, M. S. Shanmugham, has ordered that boiled drinking water should be served in noon meal centres during rainy season.

He inspected the preparation of nutritious noon meal at the primary school in Kattukurichi of Ammapettai panchayat union on Tuesday.

He said that anganwadi and noon meal cooks should report for duty at 9 a.m. to their respective workplaces, boil the drinking water and provide only protected boiled water to children for drinking purpose.

Safe water: Collector M. S. Shanmugham interacting with children at the primary school in Kattukurichi in Ammapettai panchayat union on Tuesday.

Block development officers should check whether boiled water was provided to children.

Stern action

Stern action would be taken against the noon meal staff if children were infected with water borne diseases due to consuming unprotected drinking water.

The Collector also inspected the desilting of a tank in the village under Anaithu Grama Anna Marumalarchi scheme.

He also checked the stock available at fair price shop in Thittai.

Nirmala, Block Development Officer, Ammapettai, accompanied the Collector during his visit.

From THE HINDU

BAC executed at $17.27. Execute trailing stop to break even at $17.33

What Cannot Kill You Makes You Stronger

The quote describe itself, hubungannya sama gambar? hmm.. kehijauan.. biru.. rumput2 itu.. dan sebuah pohon kecil yang berdiri tegar mengingatkan gw sama something so-called-life

Anyway, ini exagerated-version buat jadi wallpaper gratisan untuk desktop-mu (di click dulu gambarnya)

Desktop Wallpaper

Good Morning:

Life is not a problem to be solved

but a gift to be enjoyed.

Make everyday  your best day-Good Morning

_________

Truth of life:

When v r depressed we expect love from others

When v r happy v just forget to give our love

2 the depressed one..

_______

Funny Quote:

Every lady hopes dat her daughter wil marry

a better man than she did.

N she is convinced tat her son wil never  find a wife

as good as his father did…

sunset-that-day

Nobember 23rd, Officially 24 years Old