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Steve Jobs Final

2011-10-12T17:33:00.003+08:00

The script to the video exclusively stream via youtube .

World Good morning, today is Friday 7th October 2011.

The world dazed with the sudden demised of Apple’s brain, Steve Jobs. This portion would serve as his memory with me as we get involved with in silence upon his life’s final voyage. This is the Blue Tag people tribute.

Every worth beginning has to come to its gloomy destiny and that is its factual ending. Any either to substances, materials, and to or work of art can well be accommodated in the process of synthesis but yes in truth durability’s a question affix to ponder its limits, tough bridges was structured to meet and that do hereby standstill forces of distractions, but its tensile stress and strain has in its specified measurement to hurdle in tons the maximum weight pass capability which is made available of today’s advancement in technology. Technology as well, may sound astounding as it is but its glares just a short pass in a way as if it has just to steward humanity cravings. Long more to that, all in all consumes various numerator to one common denominator and that is the process of human evolution. A life’s evolution of which everybody must carefully undergo as thus in simple description, life has to cease to its actual Godly causes. That’s what most likely does in percentage shadows Steve Jobs life and to amongst us as it cycles into a conclusive sentence.

It is not that nothing’s impregnably exceptional, to our last, whether one hates it as many does, lets admit it, it is just, as it is how we are invertebrately created, and wide we should be open to prepare its welcome. At this point of Steve Jobs life, it was conceived sad, yet the lighter side is that we must stay thankful God gave us like no one other else in his likeness and in his match. His legacy likely an everlasting piece in the pages of history as it turns into that certain future miles. It reverberates, as far as where I am, his loss is a loss to millions if not to billions to those individuals who loved the way he twists technology and also for those avid electronaires who hugged tightly Apple’s work with Jobs heading the advances, not to mention to their staunch rival Bill Gates Microsoft. 56 he is just.

Taking a closer look back, Steve Jobs a long been watched by the many since his constant leave of absence to his Apple’s office. The media, IT groups, ordinary people, his coworkers, technology enthusiasts and to so many more walks worldwide has been seeking for its daily dosage of his clinical advisory, excitingly desires the details of his health situation. Just recently, it was a feast news upon his pronouncement that he left his CEO position(happened few weeks ago) but roughly in a mere fact, medical condition come to be the common reasons to pinpoint human’s life finality.

That is where he is. Time points.

Steve Jobs Apple has with him when he was still twenty one year old, together with his business partner Steve Wosniak. They started the company fairly good and like Bill Gates they are a dropped out classmates. But those trials didn’t hamper their wants to be setters in the information technology field thus they became the technology pusher during the advent of the computer sage which happened, eventually, benefits us today and that I am one of those. They booted up young during those challenging times but then prove mightier in power and stability. Apples attention had pragmatically sprouting, they are the brains of command line user interfaced personal computers up until Bill Gates Microsoft gains monopoly in those whole yards of years as software giant with their GUI-PC set ups. By then on, Apple felt hurting, they face rocks along their corporate standings as the most breaking sights to them is the possibility of announcing company default.

They live with the wires, surprisingly.

Apple rouse back in supremacy as they invest consistent research and development, most importantly to their hardwork and précised coordination, the company regains and retains much not totally to the struggle to equalize Gates Microsoft Windows with Jobs Mac OS but rather they compete with the mere consumer music electronics which is the worldwide hit iPod series. While iPod started its sway, the time of Apple’s revolting had come as part of the process to Apple’s evolution. Not to wonder, iPod series was heartly, well received by the masses, it’s just one of those Jobs proven success. Furthermore, Apple reinvents and furnished the world with its smartphone global brands. They invests to iPhone series which hereby become the Apple’s business, next frontrunner, alongsiding, its slowly comeback in quite pricy yet elegant entry to skeletal type air laptops and to its iMac PCs.

Now, Apple catches gradually the wheel not just to personal electronic consumptions but they are racing the far away before Gates Microsoft, so nearly, though statistics says Microsoft dominance is of approximately 80 percent of worlds computers who does the Windows.

Though it seems that it is in the fight that makes it more colorful, that’s Jobs legacy unparalleled. And it is in his honor why Apple should still celebrate despite since they twilight the business up in these present times. What’s to focus and now it is a worry? Is of who would do Apples product demo instead. We can see a well applauded Steve Jobs in consonance with his turtleneck suit, a real different part of him as he appears to the public in every Apple’s product launching. No one else ever does like the one he does, I attest.

Just like this. There were parts of it that I remembered during the product demo of iPhone 3, the one that supersedes iPhone 2. iPhone 2 was a click but major changes was made to its camera since most customers eager to have good still shoots and it has to do and go into overhaul as it should render good pixelation (the process of getting into well refined photos). Apple listens, thus iPhone 3 was born. The product demo to iPhone 3 was rained with amounts of technical issues and one of those questions goes on with its failure in easy signal adaptability, but then Steve Jobs just said, “The way one handles the phone is not the right or appropriate way is has to be”, he smiles in an almost near to his quoted statement. Then he added, “Do not handle the phone too much in its body”, media laughs. It is not just his humor will be greatly missed; it is his inspiring works on how it does it.

Our life is just doing into forming and shaping that latter it does the scratches. A message has to courteously greets Good mornings but also it must bid with a partner like on doing the ends and you know what even me seldom don’t know how to craftfully do the closings in my scripts but with that I’ll just have to offer and join the whole world in grief of his loss as well as condolences to his bereaved family in prayers of his final repose. Blue Tag deeply regards, values the respect to individuals who does real works and touch us worldwide. Steve Jobs leaves us a great question on how we can still provide what he had much provided already to our quench society. And if it is for us to puzzle, it is to him the honor brings once one can if there are individuals who could bar more than his strings of achievements…….

The Blue Tag People tributes Steve Jobs as it displays its imaginary half mast.

Have a good day everyone. May God bless us. Thank you.

How to Live Thrifty

2011-10-07T19:05:00.001+08:00

In times of economic downturn, many people start to look for ways to reduce their household budget and save extra cash. Living a thrifty lifestyle does not have to mean doing without. Making small changes will allow you to save money and still enjoy your favorite treats and activities. Being frugal can help you save for retirement, pay off your credit cards faster or even just save money for a dream vacation. To live in a thrifty way, you need to pay attention to your day-to-day expenses.

Instructions:

Track your spending for at least 2 weeks. You won't really know how to live a thriftier lifestyle until you know where your money is currently going. Write down every time you spend money and take a look at it at the end of the month. You will see obvious ways to reduce the small daily expenses that many of us accrue.
Scour the Internet when you have to make purchases. Because of the easy access to information, you can compare prices from more stores in less time. Check your local stores as well as online providers to find the best price.
Turn off the lights and other electronics in your home when you are not using them. Open a window and let in the natural light instead. Leaving electronics on can use a tremendous amount of extra energy, costing you money. Also, unplug chargers when you are not using them. Your cell phone charger is still using a residual amount of electricity when it is plugged into the wall.
Cut back on your cable. You probably don't really need 500 channels. Reduce your cable package or eliminate it altogether and save a large chunk of money every year. If you decide you really can't live without it, call your cable company and see if there are any promotions or discounts available to you.
Use coupons when you do your regular grocery shopping. Many websites offer free printable coupons you can take with you to the grocery store. Check sites like BettyCrocker.com for coupons of a variety of name brand products (see link in Resources). Combining manufacturer's coupons with store discounts can lead to major grocery savings.
Eat at home most nights. When you do go out, look for available deals and discounts. If you are a frequent restaurant diner, consider purchasing an Entertainment Book for local restaurants (see link in Resources). These collections of coupons typically cost around $30, but provide 2-for-1 deals at local restaurants and places of interest.

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The Blue Tag Ideology

2011-09-20T17:10:00.000+08:00

Ratorquise

2011-08-22T17:59:00.000+08:00

Baby Biboy

2011-08-22T17:58:00.000+08:00

British exam answers

2011-08-17T15:18:00.001+08:00

Apparently the following answers were offered by British students in the public examinations set for 15 year olds.

English

Define the word “monotony.”
Monotony is being married to the same person all your life.

Use the word “judicious” in a sentence to show you understand its meaning.
Hands that judicious can be soft as your face.

What does the word “benign” mean?
Benign is what you will be after you be eight.

What is the correct use of a semi-colon?
Only to be used as a last resort, a semi-colon is a partial removal of the intestines.

Technology

What is a turbine?
Something an Arab wears on his head.

History

What is Britain’s highest award for valour in war?
Nelson’s column.

Religious Instruction

Who did not welcome the return of the prodigal son?
The fatted calf.

What is a Hindu?
It lays eggs.

Name some famous pilgrimages.
Muslims used to go to Gamages but now it’s closed. Christians still go on pilgrimage to Lord’s.

Geography

Name the four seasons.
Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.

What is the equator?
A menagerie lion running around the Earth through Africa.

Name a greenhouse gas. What could be done to decrease global warming?
Cows make large amounts of methane when they fart. This could be reduced by fitting them with catalytic converters.

Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.

How is dew formed?
The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.

What is a planet?
A body of earth surrounded by sky.

What causes the tides in the oceans?
The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.

What is a fossil?
A fossil is an extinct animal. The older it is, the more extinct it is.

Biology

What happens to your body as you age?
When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.

What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.

Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.
Premature death.

What is artificial insemination?
When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow.

How can you delay milk turning sour?
Keep it in the cow.

How are the main parts of the body categorised? (E.g. abdomen.)
The body is consisted into three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The branium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels, A, E, I, O and U.

Briefly describe the skeleton and its function in the body.
The skeleton is what is left after the insides have been taken out and the outsides have been taken off. The purpose of the skeleton is something to hitch the meat onto.

What is the Fibula?
A small lie.

Where are the Tibia?
They live in a country in North Africa.

What does “varicose” mean?
Nearby.

What is the most common form of birth control?
Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium.

Give the meaning of the term “Caesarean Section.”
The caesarean section is a district in Rome.

What is the alimentary canal?
The alimentary canal is located in the northern part of Indiana.

What is a coma?
A coma is a punctual mark a bit like a period or full stop.

What is a seizure?
A Roman emperor.

What is a terminal illness?
When you are sick at the airport.

Name the types of teeth in an adult human. How many are there of each?
A permanent set of teeth consists of eight canines, eight cupids, two molars and eight cuspidors.

Sociology

What guarantees may a mortgage company insist on?
If you are buying a house, they will insist you are well endowed.

In a democratic society, how important are elections?
Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election.

What is a social node?
A friend you have known for a very long time.

Medical

What is the first thing you would do to someone who has been immobilised in a road accident?
Rape them tight in a blanket and give them a sweet cup of tea.

What is artificial respiration commonly known as?
The kiss of death.

What should you do with someone you have found unconscious in the water?
1. Lay them on their backs and give them artificial insemination.
2. Climb on top of the person and move up and down to make artificial perspiration.

How can you help someone who has fainted?
1. Rub the person’s chest or, if it’s a lady, rub her arm above the hand instead.
2. Put its head between the knees of the nearest doctor.

What are steroids?
Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.

What is a common treatment for a bad nosebleed?
1. Circumcision.
2. Put the nose much lower than the body until the heart stops.

How would you treat a head cold?
Use an agonised to spray the nose until it drops into your throat.

What should be done if someone has been bitten by a dog?
Put the dog away for several days. If he has not recovered, then kill it.

What has to be established before giving a blood transfusion?
If the blood is affirmative or negative.

How should you remove dust from the eye?
Pull the eye down over the nose.

What is an enema?
Someone who is not your friend.

Psychology

What is a morbid state?
A stage in a take-over, when a bigger offer is made.

Botany

What can be coloured red, pink, orange or flamingo?
The rectum.

Give an example of a fungus. What is a characteristic feature?
Mushrooms. They always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas.

What is rhubarb?
A kind of celery gone bloodshot.

Describe how flowers are most commonly fertilised.
1. The pistol of a flower is its only protection against insects.
2. Germination is the process of becoming a German.
3. Fertilisation is the fussing of the male with the female garments.

Chemistry

What is a supersaturated solution?
A super-saturated solution is one that holds more than it can hold.

Physics

What is momentum?
What you give a body when they are going away.

What is a vacuum?
A large empty space where the pope lives.

What is a magnet?
Something you find crawling on a dead cat.

Adapted Article:

inspire21.com

Video synthesizing

2011-08-09T16:05:00.002+08:00

How to Renew a Computer's IP Address

2011-08-03T15:39:00.002+08:00

It happens to all of us. You're browsing the internet and suddenly you get the "Page Not Found" error. You check your modem and everything seems to be working and now you decide to call customer service--what a hassle. Often, the problem is that you need to renew your computer's Internet Protocol (IP) address. These steps explain how to renew your IP address and hopefully save you a call to customer service.

Instructions

1 Click on the "Start" button and choose "Run."

2 Type "cmd" in the box and click on "OK." A window with a command prompt appears. It resembles the old DOS operating system.

3 Type "ipconfig /release" and press "Enter." This releases your computers current IP addresses.

4 Type "ipconfig /renew" and press "Enter." This assigns your computer a new set of IP addresses.

5 Type "Exit" and press "Enter" to close the window. You computer now has a new IP address.

Tips & Warnings

If the above steps don't resolve your connectivity issue, try unplugging your modem and/or router for a few seconds and then repeat the process.

The command "ipconfig" reveals the IP address assigned to your computer. If you have more than one connection to your computer (i.e. having both a wireless and LAN network card) the command "ipconfig /all" reveals all your assigned IP addresses.

Adapted Article:

ehow.com

Foodelicious

2011-08-01T16:00:00.000+08:00

Laughables

2011-07-30T16:28:00.000+08:00

All about Harry

2011-07-30T15:45:00.006+08:00

BIRTHDATE & NAME MEANINGS

Birth name: Harry James Potter.
Name meaning: JKR says "I got the name Potter from people who lived down the road from me in Winterbourne. [...] I liked the surname so I took it." (ITV) JKR also notes on her Website that someone named Harry Potter was a 19th century clockmaker (JKR).
Middle name: James, after his father (Sch2, OP8).
Other names: 'The boy who lived;' 'Saint Potter, the Mudblood's friend' (--Draco, CS12); 'the Chosen One' (HBP3) 'Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy' (--Horace Slughorn, HBP22), 'Undesirable Number One' in 1997 and 1998 (DH16).
Birthdate: 31 July 1980, the same birthday (not year) as Rowling.
Citations: Harry is mentioned in Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century (PS6).
JKR's Wizard of the Month for October 2007 (JKR).

FAMILY & FRIENDS

Ancestry: Half-blood.
Mother: Lily (Evans) Potter; killed 31 Oct 1981 by Lord Voldemort at Godric’s Hollow.
Father: James Potter; killed 31 Oct 1981 by Lord Voldemort at Godric’s Hollow.
Grandparents: ?
Aunts, Uncles: Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley.
Cousins: Dudley Dursley.
Siblings: None.
Childhood: Raised by the Dursleys, his mother’s Muggle sister Petunia and her husband Vernon.
Location of childhood home: four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
Spouse: Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley (DH/e).
Children: James Sirius, Albus Severus, Lily Luna (DH/e, YL), and godfather to Remus's son, Teddy Lupin.
Godfather: Sirius Black; he does not have a godmother (EBF2004).
Pet: Hedwig the owl, killed in the Battle of Seven Potters in July 1997 (DH4). He also owns Buckbeak (renamed 'Witherwings'), but the Hippogriff is cared for by Hagrid.
House-elf: Kreacher, who was inherited from Sirius Black (HBP3).

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Brilliant green, the same as his mother’s; his green eyes are all that keeps him from looking just like his father (OP3).
Hair color: Black; perpetually messy, sticks up in the back, same as his father's.
Other characteristics: Round glasses; at the age of 11 he was short and thin, with knobbly knees. Lightning-bolt scar on forehead.
From the books: "Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. … Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape .... The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning." (PS2)
Tattoo? Nah. During Harry's sixth year it was rumored that he had a Hippogriff tattooed on his chest. Ginny had a laugh on them by telling them it wasn't a Hippogriff, it was a Hungarian Horntail (HBP25).

THE SCARS

"Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh -- took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even -- but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry." (PS4)

Dumbledore looked very intensely at Harry for a moment, and then said, "I have a theory, no more than that ... It is my belief that your scar hurts both when Lord Voldemort is near you, and when he is feeling a particularly strong surge of hatred."
"But ... why?"
"Because you and he are connected by the curse that failed," said Dumbledore. "That is no ordinary scar." (GF30)

New scar: Ever since his fifth year, Harry has also had a self-inflicted scar: "I must not tell lies" is now permanently etched on the back of his right hand (HBP16).

HOGWARTS

First year: 1991.
House: Gryffindor.
Yule Ball date: Parvati Patil.
Earned 7 OWLs (9 attempted): Astronomy A; Care of Magical Creatures E; Charms E; Defense Against the Dark Arts O; Divination P; Herbology E; History of Magic D; Potions E; Transfiguration E. (HBP5). These grades qualified Harry for a career as an Auror.
Quidditch: Seeker for Gryffindor House team 1991 - 1997 (youngest player for a House team in a hundred years). Captain of the team during his sixth year (HBP6).
Awards, etc.: Quidditch Cup; Special Award for Services to the School (CS18); Triwizard Tournament Champion.
Other schools: Before he was admitted to Hogwarts, Harry was to attend Stonewall High, the local public school (PS3). Later, the Dursleys explain Harry's absence during the school year away by telling people that he attends St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, a "first-rate institution for hopeless cases." (PA2, GF1).

SKILLS, MAGICAL DEVICES, ETC.

Wand: Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple; an unusual combination. It is the "brother" to Lord Voldemort’s wand (PS5), in that both contain a feather from Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes (GF36). This wand was broken during the escape from the Bathilda Bagshot's house, and Harry was wandless until Ron returned with a blackthorn wand he had captured from snatchers. The blackthorn wand was noticeably clumsy and less powerful. Luckily Harry was able to win Draco's, Bellatrix's and Womtail's wands during the escape from the Malfoy mansion. Of the three, Draco's (hawthorn and unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably springy), was the friendliest (DH24) so Harry used this one until he could fix his original holly wand (DH36).
Broomstick: Nimbus 2000 (1991-3), Firebolt (1994-97).
Other devices: Invisibility cloak, Marauder’s Map, Pocket Sneakoscope, two-way mirror (OP), two-way mirror shard (DH), Sword of Gryffindor, Resurrection Stone, Elder Wand (DH). See also Christmas gifts chart below for other devices that Harry owns.
Socks: Socks with spiders on them (PS2) ; Dobby gave him red (with broomsticks) and green socks (with Snitches) for Christmas (GF23).
Organizations & affiliations: Gryffindor Quidditch Seeker and team captain; Dumbledore’s Army; Slug Club.
Career: While in school, Harry decided he wanted to be an Auror (OP), and his wish came true. After Voldemort was killed, new Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt asked Harry to become an Auror. Harry reformed the Auror Department and became its Head in 2007 (JKR).
Skills: A "natural" Quidditch player (PS); a Parselmouth until 1998 (CS, BLC); can cast spells without a wand; senses the presence of others; prescient dreams; particularly skilled in Defense against the Dark Arts; appears to be resistant to the Imperius Curse and Veelas. Had difficulty learning Occlumency, but finally figured it out in 1998.
Patronus: Stag, clearly referring to his father's Animagus form.
Worst fear/memory: Harry relives the death of his parents when dementors are close by.
Boggart: A dementor.
Amortentia (love potion) smells: "treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow" (HBP9).
Criminal? Harry was named "Undesirable Number One" by the Death Eater-controlled Ministry. A ten-thousand-Galleon reward was set for his capture (DH16).

Gifts Harry has given:

To Hermione: Omnioculars (GF7) and New Theory of Numerology (OP23).
To Ron: sweets on the train (PS), Omnioculars (GF7), New dress robes (by way of the twins) (GF, OP9), Keeper's gloves (??), and -- unintentionally -- Romilda Vane's poisoned chocolates (see above).
For Christmas, Harry has given Ron the Dursley's fifty-pence piece (PS12), a Broom Compass (OP23), and a Chudley Cannons hat (GF23).
To Dobby: for Christmas, Uncle Vernon's "knobbly" pair of mustard yellow socks (GF23).
To Fred and George: His 1,000 Galleon Triwizard Tournament earnings (GF36).
To Ginny: Lockhart's book set (CS4).

PROPHECIES

"It Will Happen Tonight."
"The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight ... the Servant will break free and set out to rejoin his Master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible that ever he was. Tonight ... before midnight ... the servant will set out to rejoin his Master ..." (--Trelawney, PA16)

Harry will "live to a ripe old age, become Minister for Magic and have twelve children." (--Trelawney, OP26)

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives." (--Trelawney, OP37)

[More on Sybill Trelawney] [JKR on Prophecies (Madam Scoop's Index)] [List of all Trelawney's known predictions]

HARRY'S DREAMS

A flying motorcycle (PS2).
Harry wears Quirrell's turban which tells him he must transfer to Slytherin because it is his destiny. Malfoy, Snape and green light too (PS7).
On show in a zoo, labeled "Underage Wizard." Wakes up from the dream to see Ron at the window in the Ford Anglia (CS2).
Quidditch dream where he is late to a game and the Slytherin team arrives riding dragons. He is flying at a high speed when he realizes that he forgot his Firebolt and falls through the air (PA15).
Mermaid from the bathroom torments Harry with his own broomstick (then Dobby wakes him up) (GF26).
Riding on an eagle owl soaring toward Riddle house to a room where there are two men speaking, and a snake. Overhears conversation between LV and Wormtail about someone being killed to cover up Wormtail's blunder (GF29).
"Many-legged creatures" with cannons for heads cantering up and down the stairs at Weasley house. Hagrid tells him they'll be studying weapons this term (OP6).
Dreams about the corridor in the MoM Department of Mysteries begin in August when he is staying at 12 Grimmauld Place. (OP6; hereafter referred to as "the corridor dream.")
Mrs. Weasley sobs over Kreacher's body watched by Ron and Hermione, who are wearing crowns (then corridor dream again) (OP10).
"He was not going to share his dreams with anyone. He knew perfectly well what his regular nightmare about a graveyard meant." (OP12).
Harry dreamed he was back in the Room of Requirement. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretenses; she said that he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog cards if she showed up. Then the dream changes when Harry dreams he is Nagini and "witnesses" the actual attack on Arthur Weasley (OP21).
Neville and Professor Sprout waltz around the Room of Requirement while Professor McGonagall plays the bagpipes. Turns into the corridor dream (OP).
Ron chases him with a Quidditch bat (HBP14).
Dreams of Ginny (HBP15, 22).
Malfoy turns into Slughorn, then Snape (HBP21).
Cups, lockets and other objects that are just out of reach; Dumbledore gives him a ladder but it turns to snakes (HBP30).
Harry initially thinks his visions of Voldemort are dreams (DH).
Nagini, the cracked stone in the Peverell ring, and a wreath of Christmas roses (DH19).

Adapted Article:

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Greet the Charcoal

2011-07-26T15:55:00.002+08:00

Penguining

2011-07-06T13:58:00.002+08:00

CER's Songs: Worldwide symphony

2011-04-26T15:14:00.007+08:00

Life moment has to include songs, one of the songs in perfection to definition would be to Barry Manilow's mellow ballad music I Write the Songs. Sing it with me, it is a dedication to all for I'll never be tiring to write "songs" for humanity. Catch up the intention.

I am pausing everything, I am thinking for possibilities onwards, temporarily suspending life clauses and feel just a little of my miss. My works still has to be within the reach of the public's panoramic view, one assurance.

Here we are...

Lyrics

I’ve been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.

I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.

My home lies deep within you,
And I’ve got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
I’m you’g again, even though I’m very old.

Chorus

Oh my music makes you dance
And gives your spirit to take a chance,
And I wrote some rock ’n’ roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
Well, that’s a real fine place to start.
It’s from me it’s for you,
It’s from you, it’s from me,
It’s a world wide symphony.

Chorus

I am music, and I write the songs.

Pope Benedict XVI Lent Message

2011-04-22T13:07:00.003+08:00

“You were buried with him in baptism,

in which you were also raised with him.” (cf. Col 2: 12)

The Pope: Ash Wednesday Explained

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

The Lenten period, which leads us to the celebration of Holy Easter, is for the Church a most valuable and important liturgical time, in view of which I am pleased to offer a specific word in order that it may be lived with due diligence. As she awaits the definitive encounter with her Spouse in the eternal Easter, the Church community, assiduous in prayer and charitable works, intensifies her journey in purifying the spirit, so as to draw more abundantly from the Mystery of Redemption the new life in Christ the Lord (cf. Preface I of Lent).

1. This very life was already bestowed upon us on the day of our Baptism, when we “become sharers in Christ’s death and Resurrection”, and there began for us “the joyful and exulting adventure of his disciples” (Homily on the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, 10 January, 2010). In his Letters, St. Paul repeatedly insists on the singular communion with the Son of God that this washing brings about. The fact that, in most cases, Baptism is received in infancy highlights how it is a gift of God: no one earns eternal life through their own efforts. The mercy of God, which cancels sin and, at the same time, allows us to experience in our lives “the mind of Christ Jesus” (Phil 2: 5), is given to men and women freely. The Apostle to the Gentiles, in the Letter to the Philippians, expresses the meaning of the transformation that takes place through participation in the death and resurrection of Christ, pointing to its goal: that “I may come to know him and the power of his resurrection, and partake of his sufferings by being molded to the pattern of his death, striving towards the goal of resurrection from the dead” (Phil 3: 10-11). Hence, Baptism is not a rite from the past, but the encounter with Christ, which informs the entire existence of the baptized, imparting divine life and calling for sincere conversion; initiated and supported by Grace, it permits the baptized to reach the adult stature of Christ.

A particular connection binds Baptism to Lent as the favorable time to experience this saving Grace. The Fathers of the Second Vatican Council exhorted all of the Church’s Pastors to make greater use “of the baptismal features proper to the Lenten liturgy” (Constitution on the Sacred Liturgy Sacrosanctum concilium, n. 109). In fact, the Church has always associated the Easter Vigil with the celebration of Baptism: this Sacrament realizes the great mystery in which man dies to sin, is made a sharer in the new life of the Risen Christ and receives the same Spirit of God who raised Jesus from the dead (cf. Rm 8: 11). This free gift must always be rekindled in each one of us, and Lent offers us a path like that of the catechumenate, which, for the Christians of the early Church, just as for catechumens today, is an irreplaceable school of faith and Christian life. Truly, they live their Baptism as an act that shapes their entire existence.

2. In order to undertake more seriously our journey towards Easter and prepare ourselves to celebrate the Resurrection of the Lord – the most joyous and solemn feast of the entire liturgical year – what could be more appropriate than allowing ourselves to be guided by the Word of God? For this reason, the Church, in the Gospel texts of the Sundays of Lent, leads us to a particularly intense encounter with the Lord, calling us to retrace the steps of Christian initiation: for catechumens, in preparation for receiving the Sacrament of rebirth; for the baptized, in light of the new and decisive steps to be taken in the sequela Christi and a fuller giving of oneself to him.

The First Sunday of the Lenten journey reveals our condition as human beings here on earth. The victorious battle against temptation, the starting point of Jesus’ mission, is an invitation to become aware of our own fragility in order to accept the Grace that frees from sin and infuses new strength in Christ – the way, the truth and the life (cf. Ordo Initiationis Christianae Adultorum, n. 25). It is a powerful reminder that Christian faith implies, following the example of Jesus and in union with him, a battle “against the ruling forces who are masters of the darkness in this world” (Eph 6: 12), in which the devil is at work and never tires – even today – of tempting whoever wishes to draw close to the Lord: Christ emerges victorious to open also our hearts to hope and guide us in overcoming the seductions of evil.

The Gospel of the Transfiguration of the Lord puts before our eyes the glory of Christ, which anticipates the resurrection and announces the divinization of man. The Christian community becomes aware that Jesus leads it, like the Apostles Peter, James and John “up a high mountain by themselves” (Mt 17: 1), to receive once again in Christ, as sons and daughters in the Son, the gift of the Grace of God: “This is my Son, the Beloved; he enjoys my favor. Listen to him” (Mt 17: 5). It is the invitation to take a distance from the noisiness of everyday life in order to immerse oneself in God’s presence. He desires to hand down to us, each day, a Word that penetrates the depths of our spirit, where we discern good from evil (cf. Heb 4:12), reinforcing our will to follow the Lord.

The question that Jesus puts to the Samaritan woman: “Give me a drink” (Jn 4: 7), is presented to us in the liturgy of the third Sunday; it expresses the passion of God for every man and woman, and wishes to awaken in our hearts the desire for the gift of “a spring of water within, welling up for eternal life” (Jn 4: 14): this is the gift of the Holy Spirit, who transforms Christians into “true worshipers,” capable of praying to the Father “in spirit and truth” (Jn 4: 23). Only this water can extinguish our thirst for goodness, truth and beauty! Only this water, given to us by the Son, can irrigate the deserts of our restless and unsatisfied soul, until it “finds rest in God”, as per the famous words of St. Augustine.

The Sunday of the man born blind presents Christ as the light of the world. The Gospel confronts each one of us with the question: “Do you believe in the Son of man?” “Lord, I believe!” (Jn 9: 35. 38), the man born blind joyfully exclaims, giving voice to all believers. The miracle of this healing is a sign that Christ wants not only to give us sight, but also open our interior vision, so that our faith may become ever deeper and we may recognize him as our only Savior. He illuminates all that is dark in life and leads men and women to live as “children of the light”.

On the fifth Sunday, when the resurrection of Lazarus is proclaimed, we are faced with the ultimate mystery of our existence: “I am the resurrection and the life… Do you believe this?” (Jn 11: 25-26). For the Christian community, it is the moment to place with sincerity – together with Martha – all of our hopes in Jesus of Nazareth: “Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, the one who was to come into this world” (Jn 11: 27). Communion with Christ in this life prepares us to overcome the barrier of death, so that we may live eternally with him. Faith in the resurrection of the dead and hope in eternal life open our eyes to the ultimate meaning of our existence: God created men and women for resurrection and life, and this truth gives an authentic and definitive meaning to human history, to the personal and social lives of men and women, to culture, politics and the economy. Without the light of faith, the entire universe finishes shut within a tomb devoid of any future, any hope.

The Lenten journey finds its fulfillment in the Paschal Triduum, especially in the Great Vigil of the Holy Night: renewing our baptismal promises, we reaffirm that Christ is the Lord of our life, that life which God bestowed upon us when we were reborn of “water and Holy Spirit”, and we profess again our firm commitment to respond to the action of the Grace in order to be his disciples.

3. By immersing ourselves into the death and resurrection of Christ through the Sacrament of Baptism, we are moved to free our hearts every day from the burden of material things, from a self-centered relationship with the “world” that impoverishes us and prevents us from being available and open to God and our neighbor. In Christ, God revealed himself as Love (cf. 1Jn 4: 7-10). The Cross of Christ, the “word of the Cross”, manifests God’s saving power (cf. 1Cor 1: 18), that is given to raise men and women anew and bring them salvation: it is love in its most extreme form (cf. Encyclical Deus caritas est, n. 12). Through the traditional practices of fasting, almsgiving and prayer, which are an expression of our commitment to conversion, Lent teaches us how to live the love of Christ in an ever more radical way. Fasting, which can have various motivations, takes on a profoundly religious significance for the Christian: by rendering our table poorer, we learn to overcome selfishness in order to live in the logic of gift and love; by bearing some form of deprivation – and not just what is in excess – we learn to look away from our “ego”, to discover Someone close to us and to recognize God in the face of so many brothers and sisters. For Christians, fasting, far from being depressing, opens us ever more to God and to the needs of others, thus allowing love of God to become also love of our neighbor (cf. Mk 12: 31).

In our journey, we are often faced with the temptation of accumulating and love of money that undermine God’s primacy in our lives. The greed of possession leads to violence, exploitation and death; for this, the Church, especially during the Lenten period, reminds us to practice almsgiving – which is the capacity to share. The idolatry of goods, on the other hand, not only causes us to drift away from others, but divests man, making him unhappy, deceiving him, deluding him without fulfilling its promises, since it puts materialistic goods in the place of God, the only source of life. How can we understand God’s paternal goodness, if our heart is full of egoism and our own projects, deceiving us that our future is guaranteed? The temptation is to think, just like the rich man in the parable: “My soul, you have plenty of good things laid by for many years to come…”. We are all aware of the Lord’s judgment: “Fool! This very night the demand will be made for your soul…” (Lk 12: 19-20). The practice of almsgiving is a reminder of God’s primacy and turns our attention towards others, so that we may rediscover how good our Father is, and receive his mercy.

During the entire Lenten period, the Church offers us God’s Word with particular abundance. By meditating and internalizing the Word in order to live it every day, we learn a precious and irreplaceable form of prayer; by attentively listening to God, who continues to speak to our hearts, we nourish the itinerary of faith initiated on the day of our Baptism. Prayer also allows us to gain a new concept of time: without the perspective of eternity and transcendence, in fact, time simply directs our steps towards a horizon without a future. Instead, when we pray, we find time for God, to understand that his “words will not pass away” (cf. Mk 13: 31), to enter into that intimate communion with Him “that no one shall take from you” (Jn 16: 22), opening us to the hope that does not disappoint, eternal life.

In synthesis, the Lenten journey, in which we are invited to contemplate the Mystery of the Cross, is meant to reproduce within us “the pattern of his death” (Ph 3: 10), so as to effect a deep conversion in our lives; that we may be transformed by the action of the Holy Spirit, like St. Paul on the road to Damascus; that we may firmly orient our existence according to the will of God; that we may be freed of our egoism, overcoming the instinct to dominate others and opening us to the love of Christ. The Lenten period is a favorable time to recognize our weakness and to accept, through a sincere inventory of our life, the renewing Grace of the Sacrament of Penance, and walk resolutely towards Christ.

Dear Brothers and Sisters, through the personal encounter with our Redeemer and through fasting, almsgiving and prayer, the journey of conversion towards Easter leads us to rediscover our Baptism. This Lent, let us renew our acceptance of the Grace that God bestowed upon us at that moment, so that it may illuminate and guide all of our actions. What the Sacrament signifies and realizes, we are called to experience every day by following Christ in an ever more generous and authentic manner. In this our itinerary, let us entrust ourselves to the Virgin Mary, who generated the Word of God in faith and in the flesh, so that we may immerse ourselves – just as she did – in the death and resurrection of her Son Jesus, and possess eternal life.

From the Vatican, 4 November, 2010

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Featuring La Festa della Liberazione Italia

2011-04-21T02:51:00.005+08:00

Keeping track of holidays in Italy can be tricky, since not only are there nationwide days of importance but also regional and local holidays which may not be celebrated 20 miles down the road. But one day you can count on being marked around all of Italy is on April 25th each year – the Festa della Liberazione, or Liberation Day.

Many countries around the world celebrate a day of liberation, and as the name suggests it marks the day when a place is liberated by an occupying army of some kind. In Italy, April 25, 1945 was the day when the Allied troops finally were able to liberate Italy – and today, it commemorates not just that liberation but also is a date when Italians honor their fallen soldiers.

In particular, Liberation Day is a day on which to honor the fallen partisans of the Italian Resistance who fought the Nazis as well as Mussolini’s troops throughout World War II.

These days, April 25th in Italy is a day when you’ll see gatherings in towns of every size, large and small, some with marching bands and some with big flags, some with political rallies and some with music concerts. While some things may still be open – especially in more touristy areas – April 25th is also a day you may find things like museums, shops, banks, restaurants, and monuments closed up tight and some public transportation running much less frequently.

If your vacation in Italy in April will be over the 25th, you’ll just want to confirm that anything you were planning to do/see that day will be open – or if it won’t, you’ll need to make other plans. Check with the front desk at the hotel or hostel where you’re staying, and with the websites of any of the museums or monuments you’re going to visit. They’ll almost always have a list of public holidays during the year when they’re closed.

Original Title: Liberation Day in Italy, April 25: La Festa della Liberazione

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Coming home theme

2011-04-18T23:58:00.001+08:00

Conceptualising CER's Energy

2011-04-08T03:48:00.004+08:00

The umbrella source of technology towering in today depends on how we consume much of our time to better acknowledge the emancipation of energy, it flourishes for sure and hone inventions the way we acquire futures to it, we on the other sides must not just hereby to leaning on what is invented decades of our primitive furlough, that considerably whereby, we owe to them the brilliance of our further achievements as days come into an old age. Energy since then, bolted us from the accidental discovery of fire(the commencement of the cradle of human civilization and attainments), as fire turns into a mammoth of gathering the understanding that natural energy prevails even in a skywards that the bumping of two ions, the positive and negative, would aftermath a great idea generally carved us from those past curious minds thus teaching us that it produce the thunderous power of lightning, became a separate sheet of written theory to the later assumptions(fire). Then, electricity was baptized. Its actually a long story to glimpse upon with the humble beginnings of what we are living at the moment. Whoever they who started, its a debt for us to bow in arms open wide. The applications we had from them turned to a certain fulcrum that it became a humanity celebration furthermore, a technology backbone.

Energy, a carefully observed topic filtered openly with the White House never have to escape from my scans, ranks today as our very submissiv

e interest, maybe not to you but just like I aim to do. Yesterday, I was battling with a kind of human expose that is not supposedly be talk publicly but my thought merely brings me there. Still I had to say, part of our life must to go on with that diverse needs of life as mainly a percentage of us left in the road of temporary pleasure through insanity. Berlusconi, had to sleep well with now(Pope Benedict XVI is fiercely dumb with the news). He was spared with all those accusations pinned upon him, I better encourage Italian Prime Minister as well as to US Pres. Obama to pair me upon defining energy as physics acquaintances states that it is the magnitude of the ability of the physical system to do work with others in which it is thereby connected. Energy, therefore can't be of use if it isn't had that chain of reproducing equipments clamped upon with. Nobody stands alone as one systems must be shouldered with on the other, the most easy for us to weigh and declutch the mesh.

We have to reset back our topic and be in focus with the energy resources the world is built upon this press time. We have to check all of those before we have to dream sorts of energy alternatives, whether in the outer space, beneath the earth's hidden soil or just within our sights as we had actually those easy to maneuver energy rest for us secured to the generations future. The list would come first with the very ubiquitous one and let's start avalanching with this:

Oil. Oil, majors present form of energy worldwide. Seldom countries are adapting into nuclear plants locked into us the running off the daily miles of the wheels, still it will be sorted on our files for comparison and juxtaposition. Fossil fuel, crude oil and any among other, pumps up thousands of liters for our systems such as the turbines of our engine or vehicles to move place to place, economy widely depends eventually, electricity lives upon the hands of those substances. Its our tool in managing our finances, lifestyles and on how we respond emergency to calamity and transform us to the advances of technology wave currents.

Most of us didn't know that crude oil was generated over phases of geological periods pursing the idea that oils can't be planted and just be harvested in due time. It is a highly volatile source of energy that will dry if so much of our or I mean we are bedding them into roses with our routine consumption. Most productions would be in futile if things fronts to worse.

Nuclear power, proves to be the cleanest but the most expensive as well as the dangerously rated, among the other sources of energy. It works as an electricity generator when nuclear reactions are properly induced to heat water and procreate steam to manipulate mechanical figures built upon coordinated with in doing electricity. Countries such as US, and Japan uses this to back up their product manufacturing sites and establishments. But still energy procured prethought us of great danger such as the history of Ukraine Chernobyl Plant explosion as well as to the current fears to Japan nuclear meltdown.

More than that, everybody is still looking for grounds to support the needed demands of our time and that is we have to reconsider introducing the advent to new renewable energy we can actually do as part of giving them titles to greenology energies, standing behind ahead of us. US had started, it was advised the research planning must to be given enough concern since and for all the future signatured us in no way to escape.

It isnt new, some of us are familiar with those and it figuratively commence to intrigue inventors of hugging in the advantage of using renewable energies as well as of to new developments I am uniquely and commemoratively offer to the world we are stewarding in. We must initialize first within our near reach.

Sun. Favorably, its energy never sings to face the fadings. It is a helium gas raying the earth's surface and its benefits is of nowhere to be on the limits. Though those four seasoned countries may encounter little of troubles in getting enough from it, countries who owns the equator may be of great edge of embarking a solarized electricity depot, that could possibly resupply major machineries. Somewhat like capacitor, an electronic component, capacitors major work is to store electric responses which if the other component is in need of, it would just drain according to what the amount requested on the energized circuits. The talk to it is not singular to everybody, solar panels a past invention, but the concept of "depot-ing" I believe is kinda surprise.

I might had ended up a very lengthy piece but I am planning to cut off the discussion in a moment and I would just have to jut furtherly the other new ways we can invent greater to energy futures. Expect that we can produce energy beneath the structures of our earth such as the inner core, up to the most ambitious research to nearby planets in which we can study proposals of knowing substances they are having in of we can amass with. Its my piece already to divulge all of those sooner the better but as of now confidentiality was strictly instructed.

Be at peace with God, world.

Libya's NFZ preposition

2011-03-22T03:19:00.002+08:00

Gadhafi's emblemed mistake.

Libyan people or particularly his supporters are taking off to much time in entrancing new roads to prosperity as well as exiting its crumpled diplomatic arrangements in a brand new Libya. Reviews of the reports says around 8, 000 innocent individuals where on the subject to human right violation or if not to sharing their life over grave misfortunes. I became not blind to all of those standings priorly feed by some informants. That achieves by much!

Let's further give analysis in tantamount to all the events pragmatically occurring the bountiful land of Libya.

No-fly-zone insignia. UN body had voted the covenant of telling Gadhafi that he and his administration isn't allowed to shower ammunitions on air which is consequently supported by the allied powers of the world like US, UK, European countries including the France and to some, Saudi Arab Confederation and et al as to mention. They really are that oppositionists(Gadhafi's supporters), forces has been used to silence few of their fellows as they call "rebels" of their own land. Rebels has to be masterfully defined as groups who retract supports to the government who really aren't functional by sense and by its serving purpose. Rebels existence is either subjective as for if Gadhafi's working collaborately to the its people, the best way to greet their works would be painfully hailed but reverses where in flow as it resulted to their unified actions that literally somewhat became a battle of an organization that go in against the Gadhafi.

How effective is the UN's proposal?

If you were going to put into a serious look out to the resolution, neither nor Libya wasn't been jurisprudentially choke with their independent peace negotiators since the objective resulted to the No-Fly-Zone policy is a group guided decision approve by the flooring majority under the umbrella of UN consensus. Its clear Libya's appeal that the No-Fly-Zone(NFZ) is a symbol of legal entry of intervening the current situation and not because those allied powers has to go with underground propagandizing arrival of interest.

Divisions of thoughts pours into the world topic as Libya gathered little support to Greece and to few others negating the stand that the intervention is a concern to be factually impeded. Their thoughts grew in wild calling the back outs of the allied powers on missile outrage and to the power combats made in accordance to what the NFZ has to go on with in writings. They were in protests to the said interaction which everyone can view it as a shallow composture to the adverse effect if implementation isn't been wrapped up. That is what their minds was set in upon.

Moreover, the NFZ must be understood that it doesn't have to mean that Libya's constitutional process was broken neither it wasn't put into a lameduck preposition informing the public that their country wasnt given enough time to correct the needed nest of adjudicative solutions as NFZ is solely designed to address the abuse of administrative power to the "rebels" whom most of them believe that they're quest has to go into penultimate aim and that is to push Libya into the world presence.

That is what I had to educate to others as well. Learn it from here and I hope it is in our instinct that every person who has been enslaved has reasons to fight the flight in the manner that the law's a bestfriend to any standstill.

Gadhafi's must set this apart to his reflection.

God bless the world.

Certainly Libya

2011-03-03T16:28:00.004+08:00

Libyans such so frenzied, they are in menace. While Tunisia and Egypt was breathing hardly on their curing, Arab nations such as Libya, Yemen and Bahrain came next in the rows that it flushes in a moment world’s serenity and that it is not to exempt me as well as it is penduluming my head left to right in dismay and rubbing my forehead fiercely. It is a sour civil war premonition or probably a new World War set-up.

I am on trail within depths to the world events and it does really rhyming like a substance that was submerge to a litmus paper tested on its repetitive acidity. Let me initialize and sit the focus first certainly Libya.

As observed, Libya is a silent and an abundant country. Due to the havoc they are on face, we’ll try to foster their issue while we in a moment left the others. It is good for me to start empirically, populating their standings to better uncloak the situation. Based on the retrieval of the facts, I had learned that Libya’s:

1. Economic strength is one source to oil refinery productions as it obviously the Middle East blessings that luckily they had to meritoriously praise and thank

2. Religiously are Islams, 85% of their population relatively are Muslim, the second largest formal sect of the world while the remaining are working immigrants as well as travelers and foreign contractual workers for the past decades

3. Remains progressive as well as environment and human calamity resilients

4. Leaders are a sure performer, therefore.

Yet, all of those were sadly tainted and well-tanned hovering down close that its supposed clear intentions seemingly gone together with the sunset. It was really illustratively awakening as if intensity levels up hearing those wilds over the wires then it likely cracks a part of my nerves though I choose to settle and style myself up like a comatose or somewhat to relations fasting in a matter of weeks just to absorb little residual precipitates in mesmerizing fabulously life and optimistic futures shocking plans. I still supposedly am on that conditional state but my heart can’t contain the ache looking at the world without a reverend. I decided to show up!

Moving on, it is quite difficult I mean I can barely discuss the whole situation since I don’t like to be much objectively judgmental on how Gaddafi rule his plain. I didn’t have either enough appropriate dossiers to know his qualifications as well as his pertinent backgrounds that would become one of the basis or I mean in my own definitive way, the “axis of cultivation” up to where I would limit my anguish, anger and blame to the current fencing of the opposite parties subsequently damaging the country’s natural status quo. I don’t likewise either be influence by some twisted details with media publicity since and I know cooking an issue is an easy way to nurture just like a matter of making and frying sunny side up eggs. With all of those I am confidently adhere with what (Christian Eldie Rabago’s Theory)CER’s Theory has to generalize me and I know I can bring it down fractionately, the principle circulating beneath my undergrounds as likewise become a part that guide me throughout the process of achieving hard to hit excellency. You’ll ought to know more about what CER’S Theory has to impact as days old in. That is why one of my plans is to go into an institution wherein I can share and put it in the pages of international leadership books and impart to the world my meanest sincerity and advocacy.

Going back, axis of cultivation would commence merely in determining the core of the problem and that is mainly to the fall of public statemanhood, frankly speaking. We’ll try to gram the whole thing and it is better to go first to the south side of the pole, the government.

Government, its serving purpose, born to mediate the needs of their people thus leaders portrays a very crucial role to handling issues as this, people should seriously learn to select who would be in the roll that fits the tape so as simple path to screw. Now, since the fire is greatly consuming the issue, the government, their administrations are advice to tactfully do measure in instances as these:

1. Know carefully the need of your people, it’s a standard federal theme. If they feel less important they must be skilled with what privileges the government can confer. Be conscience-free, if illegal practices has publicly scrutinized and questioned about then probably it must be the primary reason of the peoples scream and shift it hopefully into a clean and transparent administration. Enter into pledge if possible and submit to leave the office if eerie’s in persistence

2. Allah influxation, let it be on the center since and I believe after all, Libyans would go in one astrodome if they talk Koran doctrines. It’s a good outline to narrow objects of hatred and disgust. Pray together and live back on the articles of religious cultures and inductively instill that tyranny isn’t within Islamic teachings

3. Military on grounds would be the look-outs of the gathering opposites. Ensure peaceful rallies, emit heinous attacks to the public most especially to those who are visiting. Foreign workers must be given the discretion either to displace off the country up until calming downs in sheer section. Likewise, forces should become the shield to those who are penetrating the gates of employer’s privacy. Reports told that food supplies and its residence was hurtingly molested and I impose a command to those who are delegated to do the safekeeping that they should start to build barricade for avoids

The government has been incurred enough with factual gist for them to take a glimpse on the steps in arriving a common goal that most of the world leaders are in surmised. I am sure Libya’s sun will rise tomorrow.

On the other hand, the second axis of cultivation would stretchly control the north side and that is the demonstrators. I am in full clamp of understanding them for I believe that certain probability contours in to what their actions has to result. Demands of the people can’t or I mean really rigid to counsel most especially they know apparently how slow the movement of their lives is and the yoke is of nowhere to appoint but chiefly to a malfunctional government or obligations never meet is a one poor farm to reason out. So as with those who seek reforms or to the rallyists, eventually these are only the few to live upon with:

1. Pressure on efforts to sound evidential to those concern you are eager to raise and book in documents with the dimensions you wish to propel, rotate in signatorial campaigns to foster the claim, it must attain a good percentage of secular consent

2. Allot him the specified time to make all of those to come into life. Examine the arrows of the asked inputs whether it is on the achievement process and go into communal statement galvanizing the roots of dispute as well

3. Induce ultimatum. If within the timeframe, none is on the table of agreement tackled, he must hastily vacate the seat for those who can amply supply Libyan’s vitals.

At the end of all, relive Libya’s spirit and get bold to reforms. I am carefully monitoring consequently on how does Libyan takes this on thought as my voice had just spoken, don’t waste upon it, implementations are singly for yours, certainly Libya!

That’s a whole lot fun. HE may shower us all with blessings!

Author’s Note:

I solely give the audience that authority to do proofread, time isn’t just sufficient for me despites though most of those are styled-prototype merely to match his taste.

CER’s 03/02/2011|11:22pm

The Mighty Boosh

2011-02-04T20:49:00.001+08:00

Windy Bacon

2011-02-02T15:56:00.001+08:00

“Is it a keeper?” asked the boy

“Hells no! There’s more meat on the worm,” said the old man and tossed the eight-inch catfish over the side of the bridge and back down into the Fannegusha.

“You done your Sausage McMuffin?” asked the old man.

“Yeah.”

“Can’t beat McDonalds’ breakfast. Well worth the shits.”

“Grandpa!”

“Sorry.”

The boy dropped his line back in the river and the old man cast his farther out. Watching his bobber slowly float downstream, the boy caught a nasty whiff of something and pulled the neck of his t-shirt up over his nose. “Grandpa! That’s gross.”

“What’s gross?”

“You farted!”

“Who, me? No I didn’t!”

“Who was it, then ? It’s only me and you here.”

The old man sniffed the air. “Ooo-ey. Don’t try to blame your funky shits on me, boy.”

“Grandpa! Don’t swear. And it wasn’t me.”

“Well it wasn’t me, neither. It’ll be a different story in about an hour when my Egg McMuffin and hashed brown is digestin’ nicely halfways through my system. Maybe it was the ghost of ol’ Windy Bacon passin’ us by.

“Who?”

“You never heard of Windy Bacon?”

“No. Who’s Windy Bacon?”

“Who’s Windy Bacon! Who’s Windy Bacon! Where you been livin,’ boy...Canada?”

“No, Grandpa - Yazoo.”

“Well then, you should know who Windy Bacon is. He’s from these here parts. His legacy is part of our heritage. And he’s only one of the most famous blues musicians of all time. And for more reasons than one.”

“Like what?”

“He farted more then yo’ Grandmammy does after havin’ herself some of them there McDonalds Breakfast Burritos. God damn that woman can clear a room!

“Be nice, Grandpa.”

“Sorry. Well, where was I.”

“Some Bacon guy.”

“Oh yes, Windy Bacon, born on the ol’ Wilcox plantation not a ten minute drive from where we are right now. Was the seventh and youngest child of Levi and Clarissa Courville and grandchild of, at the time his only livin’ ancestor, grumpy ol’Grandpappy Leland Courville.

Poor Leland worked for that mean ol’ son-of-a-bitch mean Mr. Wilcox during the time of slavery, harvestin’ the sugarcane. That was until one day while workin’ the fields, Leland saw some of his old slave buddies from Ms. Lorna Wilson’s plantation a few miles away, singin’ their way down the road; free as a birds they was, one playin’ a banjo made out of a ol’ tin saltine canister, and the other one playin’ a harmonica in one hand and holdin’ a big jug-o-shine in the other.

Leland asked them if they had a death wish or something,’ but one of them said hells no, that they was free men. ‘Since when,’ asked Leland. ‘Come April 5, 1865,’ said the other.

Given it was over two years since the end of the Civil War and emancipation, Leland and the rest of the gentlemen slaves decided that that evenin,’ they was goin’ to go have a little talk with mean ol’ Mr. Wilcox, and by little talk I mean they all grabbed their machetes and sent him and mean ol’ Mrs. Wilcox and their slave drivin’ children running for their lives in nothing by their nineteenth century Fruit of the Looms. Said if they ever saw mean ol’ Mr. Wilcox again this side of Memphis he would have to change his name to Mrs. Willpussy when they was done with him.

So while mean ol’ Mrs. Willpussy, I mean mean ol’ Mr. Wilcox was tryin’ to hitch a ride up Old Man River, his ex-slaves were makin’ themselves comfortable in their new mansion: pickin’ out their new sleepin’ quarters, dressin’ themselves up in fancy suits and gowns and drinkin’ Mr. Wilcox’s finest wines and spirits. Gots themselves good and drunk, too; drunker than that I got that time I won three hundred dollars at bingo.

Unfortunately, Leland ended up burnin’ the whole place down; after doin’ the nasty with Grandmammy Libby Courville, Leland decided to light one of Mr. Wilcox’s big fancy cigars in bed before passin’ out.

From that night on Leland Courville was a pretty grumpy soul. Probably felt pretty stupid, burnin’ down everybody’s new mansion and all.

So back to their shacks everyone went. And it was in the Courville’s tiny shack that little Windy’s father, Levi, was born nine months later, probably havin’ been’ conceived up in the Wilcox’s king size bed. And it was in that same little shack thirty five years later that Levi’s wife, Mrs. Clarissa, gave birth to their eighth child, little Windy, who wasn’t out of her belly thirty seconds before breakin’ wind - a good five second rip right there in his mama’s arms. And that’s why they named him Windy -Windy Leland Courville.’

“I thought his name was Windy Bacon,” said the boy.

“Oh, the bacon part comes later.”

“Oh.”

“Well Mrs. Clarissa almost busted a gut along with her sisters and mother at her bedside, listenin' as little Windy kept on a fartin.’ But they soon stopped their laughin’ and started worryin,’ cause little Windy fartin’ seemed as though it was never gonna end.

And they was right.

The next day Levi and Clarissa carted little Windy into Yazoo City to see the doctor, who said that Windy was a perfectly healthy, fine baby boy, who unfortunately, had chronic flatulence disease.

Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what your Grandmammy has - Jesus that woman stinks!

But Levi and Clarissa loved little Windy anyhow and carted him back to the plantation where they cared for him and treated him no different as they did his three brothers and four sisters.

However, once little Windy was off Mama’s milk, he really started to stink up the place, so they decided to put his cradle out in the chicken coop. That was until the chickens stopped producing eggs and started droppin’ dead. Then they decided it better to put little Windy’s cradle up on the shelf in the shithouse - since it stank like shit, anyway. And when he outgrew his shelf, Levi built little Windy his own little stinky shack right beside the shithouse.

Everythin’ was just workin’ out fine!

It wasn’t like little Windy was prohibited from entering the Courville shack – he was allowed in; he just had to sit on a window sill or by an open door, or come suppertime out on the porch at the end of the table, was all. That way he could fart all through supper without making the rest of the family sick. But it was still hard for everyone to eat cause most of the time they were laughin’ so hard at little Windy’s fartin.’ And Little Windy didn’t mind; he was laughin’ right along with them while strippin’ the paint off on his chair. He sure was a joy to have around.

Everyone was always in a good mood around little Windy. Even grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Leland Courville who had been in a bad spirits ever since burnin’ down mean ol’ Mr. Wilcox’s mansion had taken a likin’ to little Windy. And he didn’t like anyone anymore, not even his son Levi, Clarissa, or any of his other grandkids.

Grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville would always be sittin’ on the porch, bein’ all depressed and grumpy, usually until little Windy came around from behind the shack carryin’ his water bucket on his way to the well. ‘Hey, boy,’ grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville would say.

‘Yes, Grandpa Courville?’

‘Come heah.’

‘All right.’ Windy would come up to the porch where his grandpappy sat on a kitchen chair so weathered it looked older than time itself. “Yes, sir?” Windy would say.

‘Let me hear yeah, boy. And make it a good one.’

‘Yes sir, comin’ right up!’ Little Windy would plop himself down on the porch by grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville’s feet and let one rip, scarin’ all the birds north halfway up the Mississippi.

Little Windy’s face would light right up seein’ grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville burst out laughin’ and slappin’ his leg. ‘Better check underneath ya, boy. Think you cracked a panel.”

Little Windy loved his grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville and visited him every day. They would spend hours entertainin’ each other: Grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville would play his ol’ guitar and sing the blues while little Windy would fart the day away.

One day, however, grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville was grumpier than usual. Little Windy noticed he was having troubles playin’ his guitar, could see his fingers were stiff and crooked and he was soundin’ like shit. Eventually, grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville threw his guitar over the railing of the porch and into the dirt.

‘What’s wrong, Grandpa Courville,’ asked little Windy.

‘I gots me the arthrittis is what’s wrong!”

‘That’s all right Grandpa Courville, I’ll play for ya. Little Windy picked up the guitar and wiped all the dust off.

‘You can’t play, and shit, that there guitar’s bigger then you is.’

‘I can too. Been watchin’ you do it and I practice every day after you pass out. Watch me now, you’ll see.’

I wish could have been there to see grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville’s jaw hit the porch when little Windy started stompin’ his foot, pickin’ and strumming that old guitar, and singin’ his favourite tune!

‘That’s “She’s Pretty Ugly!” “She’s Pretty Ugly” by Blind Willy McTavish!”’

‘I know!’ Windy said. ‘Now check this out.’

Little Windy then started singin’ “Sugar Cane is a Pain (In My Ass),” playin that ol’ guitar like he had been for the last fifty years, but he was barely five. And he kept on playin’ the afternoon away; playin’ such blues classics as: “I Can’t Afford No Peanut Butter Blues,” “Pink Stinky Blues,” “All I Can Get Me is Ugly Lovin’ Blues” and “Organ Grinder For Hire.”

I guess you could say that little Windy was playin’ two instruments for grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville if you was countin’ his ass - a little horn section with a big sound.

Grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville was laughin’ so hard he was fartin’ almost as much as little Windy. Finally catchin’ his breath, he said: ‘Jesus boy, you stink like shit, but you can sure play the blues.’

It wasn’t long before word of little Windy’s musical talents got around the plantation and that same night he was playin’ for everyone. Had themselves a big party right outside Courville shack, drinkin’ shine and listenin’ to little Windy belt the blues out of both ends.

And that’s what they did every Friday and Saturday night - and every other night they was bored - so pretty much all the time.

Soon enough little Windy was playin’ down at Slimmy’s, the local juke joint for tips – outside of course, given his disability. Made good money, too. Over the years, little Windy had his little shack and his family’s renovated: installed electricity, running water and almost top-of-the-line, second-hand shitters; real beauts with mahogany seats and brass flushers.

He then treated himself to a brand new, shiny, russet-coloured Screamin’ Iroquois guitar and a slick lookin’ pinstriped suit to match - said he wanted to look good for the ladies, which so far he had had little luck with - they either thought he was too young or too stinky.

Hell, he was only ten years old by the time he left home.

Jumped a train to Jackson one night to find work. You see, his family and the other plantation workers were in desperate need of income after one night little Windy did some experimentin’ with the shine; started actin’ all drunk and stupid and let one rip through fire pit causin’ the whole crop to go up in smoke.

The next day once his head cleared, little Windy decided he had to make things right. So in the middle of the night, he put on his slick-lookin’ suit, grabbed his guitar and suitcase and snuck off.

Early the next morning, little Windy’s pappy noticed that his shack was awful quiet. When he went on over to see if little Windy was all right, he found a note on his bed sayin’ that he was sorry for what he done and that he thought the cane field, which was a good twenty feet away from the fire, would be at a safe enough distance from his ass. But he was wrong, and he was gonna fix things. Make some real money and send it back to everybody. He ended his note:

I hopes everyone can forgive me.

Windy

But little Windy’s pappy wasn’t angry. He knew all about life’s hard lessons. About getting shit-faced and burnin’ things down of great value. But it was too late; little Windy was long gone, bunkin’ in a with a boxcar full of hogs headin’ down to Jackson for slaughter, curled up on his suitcase, tryin’ not to get any pig shit on his fancy suit - there was no point in worryin’ over getting stinky.

Windy had almost made it into town when he was discovered by some dude bigger than your grandmammy and tossed from the train down into the ditch.

The sun was still risin’ when little Windy wandered into Jackson. By that time he was starvin’ something fierce, but it wasn’t until he reached South West and East Pascagoula that he found an open place to eat - Big Mama Pearl’s Fish Fry and Chop House.

‘Mornin,’ sugar,’ said Big Mama Pearl to little Windy seein’ him enter.

‘Mornin’ ma’am.’

Big Mama Pearl told little Windy to take a seat at the bar and went to get him a menu. ‘Why are you all dressed up so handsome?’

‘I’m a musician,’ said Windy. ‘Just came here to make me some big money and send it back to my family and friends.’

‘Oh, that’s sweet. Do you have a job already?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Have you a place to stay?’

‘I figure I’ll sleep in the park. Grass looks nice and soft. And I can have me a bath every morning in the pond.’

‘We’ll you definitely need yourself a bath. You stink, sugar.’

‘Sorry, I can’t help it. I have a doctor’s note to prove it,’ said Windy reachin’ for his back pocket. ‘Wanna see?’

‘No, that’s all right. I believe you’

‘And last night I slept in boxcar full of pig shit.’

‘Watch your mouth,’ said Big Mama and whacked little Windy over the head with her notepad. ‘Now, you hungry?’

‘Hells, yeah.’

Big Mama pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow.

‘I mean hecks, yeah.’

‘What can I get you?’

Windy perused the menu. ‘What can I get for three cents?’

Big Mama Pearl said he could have whatever he wanted. Little Windy asked what she recommended.

‘Well, we do have the best B-L-T you’ve ever had and ever will in your lifetime!’

‘BLT - what’s that?

‘You serious?’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘A B-L-T is a bacon, lettuce, and tomatah sandwich. And here at Big Mama’s, it’s smothered with my homemade secret sauce on my homemade bread. It’s a beautiful thing.”

‘That sounds mighty tasty. I’ll have that!’

Windy then let one rip off the wooden stool he was sittin’ on.

‘Wooee, you ripe, sugar.’

‘That’s nothing,’ check this out.’

‘Whoa, whoa. You can’t be doin’ that in here. It’s bad for business.”

‘Sorry. Where’s your shitter?’

Again, Big Mama whacked little Windy over the head with her notebook and told him to watch his mouth. She then said that the bathroom was down the hall at the end of the bar, but first to give her his clothes, that she would wash them while he ate.

Once Windy was done stinkin’ up the bathroom he returned to his barstool where he sat in only his underwears. Since he had been in the bathroom quite a while, Big Mama was already back behind the bar, on which there was a pile of neatly folded clothes. ‘They might be a little big, but you can borrow those there clothes,’ said Big Mama. ‘Your spiffy suit’s dryin’ out back.’

A Goliath of a man bigger than your Grandmammy, the size of an upright Toyota Corolla, then came out the kitchen door beside the bar. In his hand he held a plate on which was little Windy’s BLT along with a pile of hashed browns and a big slice of watermelon. He passed the plate to Big Mama.

‘Thank you, Virgil,’ said big Mama and put the mountain of food down in front of little Windy.

‘You’re welcome, Mama,’ he said in surprisingly soft voice, then turned around and disappeared back into the kitchen.

‘That’s my youngest, Virgil,’ said Big Mama pourin’ little Windy a tall glass of OJ. He’s going to van der Veer Chiropractic College to be Doctor of Chiropractic! He works here part-time. He’s really good with his hands, especially when it comes to getting rid of any trouble makers. And he’s also one of the best cooks in town, if not the best. You’ll see.’

‘Thanks Mama,’ said Virgil from the kitchen.

Big Mama then left little Windy to eat his BLT, hashed browns and big slice of watermelon.

Little Windy picked up half the sandwich and shoved it, corner first, into his mouth. ‘Jesus Christ, this is the shit!’ he said through a mouthful.

But Big Mama could make out his muffled cussin’ and raised her notepad up in the air. ‘Don’t make me come back there, now,’ she threatened.

‘Sorry, but this is delicious,’ said Windy. He swallowed and took another huge bite like a great white shark out of a surfer’s ass.

‘It’s all right,’ said Mama. ‘What you’re eatin’ there is a little piece of heaven. Happens all the time.’

It wasn’t two minutes later that little Windy finished his BLT, hashed browns, watermelon, and OJ. Thought his breakfast was so good that it inspired him to write a song about it. He grabbed his guitar and made it up right there and right then at the bar in his underwears. Called it “I’ll do anything for Bacon.”

Oh I’d do anything,’ anythin’ for bacon

Oh, I’d do anythin,’ anythin’ for bacon

I’d brush your hair, I’d wash your feet

Think about it, lady. Wouldn’t that be neat?

If I’d do anythin,’ anythin’ for bacon

Come on now, give me some mo’

Look at me, I can polish the flo’

Spit on your shoes, make ‘em shine

Whatever bacon is, is sure tastes fine

I’d fix your sink, unplug the John

Pull the hair out the drain, oh lady, come on

Oh, I’d do anything,’ anythi-

‘All right, all right,’ said Big Mama and then shouted back to the kitchen, ‘Virgil, make Windy here another BLT.’

‘Okay, Mama,’ Virgil hollered back.

Big Mama sure thought that Windy was a talented little musician. Said he was good enough to play there in the night time. The only problem was he was too young to play in a bar - and he stank like shit. So Big Mama said he could play out front, that he would probably be good for business. She even offered little Windy a place to stay for next to nothin’: an old storage shed up on the roof.

Little Windy couldn’t believe the luck he was havin.’ ‘Mrs. Pearl, you’re the nicest lady in the whole widest world,’ said Windy.

‘Sugar, you’re so sweet,’ she said. ‘You just bring me some more business and I’ll bring you some more bacon.

‘Mrs. Pearl, you gots yourself a deal!’

‘Sugar, you just call me Big Mama.’

And boy did Windy bring in the business.

After finishin’ his second BLT, little Windy went outside and started playin’ on the sidewalk. By lunchtime a crowd had gathered around little Windy, clappin’ and singin’ along, and also laughin’ at the comic relief coming out of little Windy’s ass.

Inside the Fry and Chophouse, wonderin’ where all her customers, Big Mama Pearl heard the commotion and went outside to investigate.

Though the growing crowd Big Mama could see little Windy strummin’ away and shakin’ his ass, both dancin’ and fartin’. No doubt he was is some of Virgil’s old clothes, cause he was swimmin’ in ‘em; havin’ to pull up his pants and push up his sleeves every few seconds or so.

Out by the corner of his eye, little Windy noticed Big Mama standin’ there outside the entrance, her hands on her big-ass hips, shakin’ her head.

‘Okay, sorry folks, show’s over. But don’t worry I’ll be back this afternoon and evenin’. Go now and let Big Mama serve you up the most delicious lunch you’ve ever had in your life! Don’t forget to ask about today’s specials - I recommend the bacon!

That lunch hour people were practically spillin’ out the windows. Big Mama and Virgil had never been so busy.

Little Windy then put on another show that afternoon which led to another full house come suppertime, and it stayed jumpin’ throughout the evenin.’

Little Windy would play a set, get the folks singin’ and dancin’ and all sweatin’ and thirsty. Then when he took a break and had himself a bacon sandwich, the folks would go back inside Big Mama’s for a couple drinks. But eventually they got tired of goin’ back and forth and picked Windy right up off his feet and carried him inside. Set him down on the little stage in the corner, usually reserved for musicians on the weekends: jugbands and bluesmen and women at least twice his age.

Big Mama raced across the room and opened whatever windows weren’t already open. Still, it stunk pretty fierce when little Windy let a mean one rip halfway through ‘Spittlebug Blues,’ right into a fan which blew it right into the crowd.

But everybody was havin’ so much fun that the party kept on a rollin.’ Folks just laughed while pinchin’ their noses, waitin’ for the air to clear.

‘Oh, my God - it smells like a catfish swam up that boy’s ass and died,’ said one hot little number to the man she was dancin’ with.

‘Smells more like rottin’ bacon to me,’ said the man.

‘Sorry folks, I can’t help it,’ said Windy. ‘But I make up for my chronic flatchuences with my chronic rhythms. Tell your friends, the name’s Windy - Windy Courville.’

‘Windy Bacon’s more like it!’ someone shouted.

‘Hey, I like that,’ said Windy. ‘Windy Bacon. That’s what you can call me from now on - Windy Bacon. Now listen here, just made this little ditty up this morning,’ inspired by the most-excellent food right here at Big Mama Pearl’s Fish Fry and Chop House. Don’t forget, tomorrow’s soup du jours is catfish jalapenos chowder. Here we go now... Oh, I’d do anythin’, anythin’ for bacon.....’

And that’s how little Windy Leland Courville became little Windy Bacon.

That night Big Mama made more than she usually did in a month. And little Windy earned himself two pounds of bacon and almost three dollars in tips, of which he sent one pound of bacon and two dollars back to the plantation in a giant shoe box he got from Virgil.

Big Mama said if little Windy he kept it up, he could stay up on the roof and eat all the bacon he wanted free of charge, which was easy-breezy for little Windy; he packed the place every night that week and every week thereafter for over two months, leaving only because was offered a better deal.

One night a Mr. Groucho P. Silver, owner and operator of the ¬¬¬¬travellin’ Silver Dollar Vaudeville Show came into Big Mama’s along with a couple of fine lookin’ lady specimens on his arms. There, Mr. Groucho P. Silver approached little Windy and said that it would be an honour if he joined his show, that he would be the star attraction and would even put little Windy’s picture on the posters they put up all over the country, and that he would be famous! It would be a full house every night with folks wantin’ to see the ten-year-old boy who could sing and play the blues better than Blind Alligator Fergusson, and also to hear his notorious backside. Maybe even to revel in his bacon eau du toillete. “I must have you in my show,” said Mr. Silver ‘Your’re a singer, musician, comedian, and a little bit of a freak all wrapped up into a one-boy show.’

‘Guilty as charged, Mr. Silver.’

‘Mr. Groucho Silver promised little Windy five dollars a show and all the bacon he could eat. Closed the deal by mentioning that Isabella Saturno, the opera singer occasionally made a bacon lasagne from a recipe she brought with her all the way from Verona.

‘I don’t know what lasagne is, but it sure sounds delicious. You have yourself a deal Mr. Silver,’ said little Windy and shook Mr. Silver’s hand.

The next day Windy left Jackson with Mr. Groucho Silver and his vaudevillians on their train headin’ East. But none of the other performers agreed to share a car with little Windy, so he had to bunk in with the animal performers. There was an orangutan, three poodles, and a parrot, none of which seemed to mind little Windy stinking up the equipment car in which their cages were stored. The orangotan actually found it quite hilarious and would clap her hands and roll around in her cage, laughin,’ when little Windy would tear one across boxcar’s floorboards. And when little Windy would sing to his car-mates, the poodles would howl and the parrot would sing along, repeatin’ whatever he was singin.’

And little Windy was just as popular with his human audiences; wherever the travelled, folks would be dancin’ in the aisles and rawerin’ with laughter whenever he let one rip. Those daring enough would run down to the stage to smell the farts of the windy boy wonder. After the show little Windy would sign autographs for his new found fans waitin’ outside. But sometimes the girls got themselves too excited watchin’ little Windy and security had to escort him to his cart and horse. The girls would run after the cart screamin’ and cryin’ like they was crazy or somethin’. Lord knows what they would do to little Windy if they ever got their hands on him.

Five years later, little Windy – who wasn’t so little any more – now fifteen years old, was still with the Silver Dollar Show; had travelled back and forth across the states many a time and even up to Canada. Wasn’t crazy about their bacon up there; when a waitress at a Montreal cafe informed little Windy that the strange lookin,’ plaley-pink slices of meat on his plate was peameal, he replied: ‘Oh. Uggh, oh yeah, I forgot, I’m allergic. Had it once down in Toronah -Almost died. Went blind for two months. Got any regular bacon!”

Windy could of gone back home to the plantation years earlier once the cane had grown back and everything was back to normal, but Windy wasn’t ready to go home. He liked travellin’ around with Mr. Groucho’s Silver Dollar Show and the money was great. And he still kept on sendin’ most his earnin’s back to his family, even after the plantation had returned to workin’ order; he didn’t need really need any money, all his bacon was paid for by Mr. Groucho.

Within the five or so years Windy had been gone, the Courvilles had transformed their little shack into a big beautiful shack with a new powder room, hardwood floors, and a designer kitchen with a blacksplash and granite countertops. Not to mention the forty-foot in-ground swimming pool, where after a long day in the fields, all the plantation workers would cool off and have divin’ competitions.

Another reason Windy didn’t want come home just yet was that he’d gone and gotten himself a girlfriend - who was also a bit of a freak. Anoushka Novakovsky was her name. She had been a part of the¬ McCooeye Brothers Travelling Circus where she was her ex-husband’s - Valentin Charkov - the knife thrower’s assistant. After he accidently cut off her nose, she filed for divorce and left the show to find work elsewheres.

Soon Anoushka ended up working as Nefertiti the Sphinx Lady at the Coney Island Freak Show. It was there one day when Mr. Groucho’s Silver Dollar Show was playin’ a couple shows at the Boardwalk Theatre that Mr. Groucho discovered Anoushka and offered her a job.

Windy thought she was must have been a gift from the great Lord above - not having a sense of smell and all.

For their first date they went on a picnic to some lake somewhere, where they fed the ducks and gots to know each other better. They must have been made for each other, because when Windy started tryin’ to impress Anoushka by showin’ off his fartin’ abilities, she said: ‘Dat vus nutting,’ and then showed him what she was packin’. And boy, her ass quacked louder and longer than any duck out on that lake, scaring them all away. Pretty soon Windy and Anoushka were havin’ themselves a fartin’ contest, fartin’ on whatever resonating objects they could find.

A couple hours later they decided to call it a tie; Windy had won on the china plate, but Anoushka had him beat out in the middle of the lake, up on top of the bow of the aluminum row boat they had rented.

Later that evening, Anoushka invited Windy back to her car to listen to some jazz records and have a little drinky. But Windy was had something else in mind. ‘Why don’t you take off your shirt and show me them Nefertitties,’ he said, earning him a slap on the face. But Anoushka was just playing hard to get and was soon on top of Windy like you Grandmammy on the Sundae Bar down at the Ponderosa.

Windy and Anoushka quickly fell in love and a couple months later they were back at the at the plantation where they were to be married before Windy’s Family, friends and fellow vaudevillians and afterwards have a pool party reception.

Sadly, however, Grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville had passed away not a week before they arrived. Windy and Anoushka went to visit his grave in the old graveyard behind the shack where all the pool supplies and chlorine was kept; where he could watch the ladies from the afterlife, loungin’ around the pool in their bathin’ suits, checkin out their exposed legs and lowered neck-lines; what he loved to do when he was alive and probably the cause of his heart attack.

Windy was unable to hold back his tears. ‘Hey, Grandpa Courville,’ he said lookin’ down at grumpy ol’ Grandpappy Courville’s headstone. ‘I hope God fixed your arthrittis and now you can play the guitar again up in Heavin. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Well, goodbye. I love you, Grandpa Courville.’

‘Vindy, dzat vus beautziful,’ said Adoushka all nasally-like. ‘Vun day you’ll play togezer again.’

‘I miss him so much,’ Windy cried.

‘He’d vould be very proud ov you, Vindy.’

‘You think so?’

‘I know it - you’re a very talented musician and are going to make a great fauzer.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I know so. You vill see sooner zan you tink,” said Anoushka and gently rubbed her belly.’ A big grin spread across Windy’s face: “Really? I just thought you was getting fat!”

‘I have only been pregnant a couple of weeks,’ she said, unimpressed.

‘I’m just pullin’ your sexy legs, baby - baby, come back.’

Windy and Anoushka decided that a vaudeville show was no place to raise a child and decided they should stay on the plantation where Windy’s family was - Russia was out of the question.

‘Where is Russia, anyhow?’ Windy had asked. ‘ACROSS THE ALTANTIS OCEAN?’

So they ended up movin’ back in to Windy’s old shack by the shithouse.

It was just like old times, sitting outside on the porch at supper time, fartin’ and makin’ his brothers and sisters inside laugh, as well as his thirteen nieces and nephews who now also lived in the big ol’ Courville shack. They had all been lucky havin’ that extra income comin’ in from Windy to feed all them extra mouths and keep puttin’ extensions on the house - only natural they was startin’ to worry about how they was now gonna make ends meet again.

“Hey, Uncle Bacon,” said little Nigel, one of Windy’s little nephews at suppertime one evenin.’

“What’s up, Nigel?”

“Do you have a job?”

‘No, no... I quit because I missed all you guys just so much I had to come back and live with ya’ll.’

‘Mama says she don’t know how you plan on supportin’ everyone and keep putting chlorine in the pool.’

‘Nigel!’ snapped Windy sister and Nigel’s Mama, Janey.

‘But, you said’-

‘Well, I was thinkin’ I could cut cane by day and play down at Slimmy’s on the weekend. Don’t you guys worry none -Windy’ll take care ya’ll.’

‘Of course you will, baby,’ said his Mama.

‘Thanks Mama.’

‘You’ll always have a job here, boy,’ said Windy’s pappy, Levi.

So the next day Windy was back out in the field hackin’ the cane.

‘Screw that,’ said Windy back home after his first day of work and did a cannonball off the diving board.

‘Vhat do you mean, screw dat?’ said Anoushka.

‘I almost had myself a heat stroke. I could have died! Do you want me to die!’ said Windy treading water.

Windy had never really exercised besides stompin’ his foot, shakin’ his backside, and pushin’ out farts. And he barely ever ate anything but bacon, washin’ it down with Coca-Colas. He must of had quite the metabolism, not havin’ an ounce of fat on his skinny ass.

‘I know whats I’m gonna do,’ said Windy back out of the pool and stepping up onto the divin’ board. ‘I’m gonna open up my own juke joint right here on the plantation. My only competition will be Slimmy’s and that place’s shit! Beer’s warm half the time and I was the best act that place ever had. Half the plantation’s always shit-faced, might as well give them a place in their own backyard where they can spend their pay. Nice and close, too, so they have to worry ‘bout gettin’ snatched by a gator, cougar, or Florida skunk ape or somethin’ when stumbling home.

‘Daddy, would you help me build my juke joint? You’re good with hammers and shit,’ said Windy that night at the dinner table.

‘Only if I can be bartender. That’s were all the tips are at!’

‘You got it,’ said Windy.

‘I can help, too. I got a screw driver,’ said his brother Ewan.

‘All right!’

“I’m strong,” said his brother Charlie. “I’m pretty sure I can lift seven hundred pounds. Ask Ewan, he saw me once throw a boulder twenty feet into the river.”

‘It’s true!’ said Ewan.

‘And I can paint a big fancy advertisement for Budweisers on the side of the place,’ said his brother David. ‘It’ll be fabulous!’

Everyone wanted to help: Windy’s Mama Clarise said she could sew an awning for out front; his sister Amy said she could come up with a menu and booze list, which his sister Janey said she would design; his sister Rebecca said she would go door to door asking for donations – tables, chairs, whatever folks wanted to donate; while his sister Bessie would concentrate on advertising and make flyers which she would give to the dozen or so grand kids to hand out around town and at church on Sunday.

The excitement was contagious – everybody, including Windy’s brothers and sisters-in-laws wanted to pitch in. And Anoushka said that she could wait tables, that she had been a waitress as a young girl in Russia before she came to America: “Butz only until di baby come. All dzat smoke is armful to zuch little lungs,” she said and lit a cigarette.

And it didn’t take long for the Courvilles to build Windy’s new dream and the new family business: a good-sized room with a deck out back over-lookin’ the pool.

Two week later it was openin’ night.

Since they were located at the intersection of two dirt roads and there was always a lot of breakin’ wind goin’ on, everybody decided to call the family business Windy’s Corner - Juke Joint and Bacon Shack. And when Windy cut the ribbon hangin’ across the front door, folks immediately rushed in, fillin’ up the place. Folks came from alls over to drink Budweisers and listen to Windy sing the blues and fart the night away.

But Windy was no longer just a solo act. He was now bein’ backed by his band of brothers: Ewan on bass, Charlie on percussions, and David blowin’ the harp. Of course, they didn’t really back Windy up - given his condition – instead, they all stood off to the side, hopin’ most of the stench would blow out the huge window, installed just for that purpose.

Opening night for Windy’s Corner was huge success and things never slowed down. There was no way poor ol’ Slimmy down the road could compete and soon went out of business. But Windy, bein’ the goodhearted sole he was, bought all Slimmy’s shit off ‘im, including his billards and card tables and even offered him a job as general manager, which he gladly accepted and made more money workin’ for Windy than he ever had owning his own place.

It didn’t take long for word to spread far and wide of the jumpin’ little juke joint called Windy’s Corner. Even the young white folk started turnin’ up. Got themselves some strange looks at first, but soon enough the blacks and the whites were dancing with each other and doin’ the nasty out in the bushes.

Everybody wanted to come and see not just Windy and his brothers play, but other great local acts, including Puddles McPhee, Celery Stalk Lewis, Sassy Girl Saundra-Lou, and Hangnail Pete.

Even Big Mama Pearl and Virgil came to see Windy’s new place and to hear him play again: ‘It’s just not the same without you, Sugar,’ Big Mama Pearl told Windy.

‘Yeah, we all miss you Windy,’ said Virgil.

‘Tell you what,’ said Windy. ‘You give me your recipe for that secret sauce of yours and I’ll come up heres and theres and play for yas all. The folks can dip their bacon fingers in it. I’ll put on every table right next to the ketchup. Even put your picture on the bottle.”

Big Mama Pearl agreed and it was a good thing she did too, ‘cause within a month someone from Southern Condiments showed up at Big Mama’s askin’ her if she would wish to sell her recipe.

“Hell yes!” she said.

With all the money she made from sellin’ her secret sauce recipe, Big Mama could have retired easy, but she loved her Fish Fry and Chop House, and instead, used the money to pay Virgil’s remaining tuitions for Chiropractor College and after he graduated, helped him open up his own clinic.

Then one evenin’ – Christmas Eve, evenin,’ actually, a couple of men came into Big Mama’s looking for Windy. Introduced themselves as brothers Fred and Chester Zajac from All Right Records out of Memphis and said that they was lookin’ for a Mr. Windy Bacon and wantin’ to hear what all the fuss was about. Big Mama told Mr. Fred and Mr. Chester Zajac that Windy wasn’t there that night and wouldn’t be back for almost two weeks.

But Mr. Fred and Mr. Chester Zajac were desperate for a new hit record and couldn’t wait that that long, so they jumped back into their truck headed up to the plantation.

That night when the Zajac brothers showed up at the Windy’s Corner, Windy was in the middle of a set, playin “I Gots the Blues In My Balls.” The place was packed as usual and since it was Christmas time the place was all decorated up with paper garland, paper mistletoe and paper snowmen, all which the little kiddies had made at school. And in the corner beside the stage was a Mississippi Pine Christmas Tree covered in hundreds, if not thousands of ornaments made from Budweiser bottle caps.

The Zajac Brothers went up to the bar where Levi was bartendin. Chester ordered two Budweisers and for him and his brother and asked Levi if that was Windy Bacon singin’. As if hearin’ Mr. Chester’s question and answerin’ himself, Windy lifted his left butt cheek and let mean one rip off the stool on which he was sitting, sounding like when you go and put baseball cards in bicycle spokes. ‘Merry Christmas Everybody,’ Windy said. ‘I’m gonna go gets me a Coca-Cola and a bacon sandwich. Be back in ten.’

Windy put his guitar down, left the stage and walked over to the bar where his pappy passed him a Coke. “Nice set, Windy.”

“Thanks, Pops.”

Misters Fred and Chester Zajac who were right beside Windy both agreed with his pappy. They then offered their hands to Windy, introduced themselves and requested if they could record a side or two. Told Windy that if so, he was going to be a star!

‘Just like Dusty Rag Lamontange and The Rag-A-Muffin Quartet!’

‘Windy, you’re going to blow them right out of the water,’ said Mr. Fred Zajac.

‘No Shit!’

‘No shit,’ said Mr. Chester.

‘Really!’

‘Really.’ said Mr. Fred. ‘We have ourselves all the equipment we need in our mo-bile recoding laboratory parked right outside.’

‘Hot Damn! Let’s do it!’

‘Well, we usually would set up you up in a room by yourself where the acou’- Mr. Chester started to say.

‘Naugh - go get your shit, I’ll tell everyone to shut the fuck up.’ Windy raced over to the stage so fast he farted the whole way across the floor. ‘Hey everybody, shut the fuck up!” he shouted.

Everybody went quiet and turned around.

‘Tonight we have two very special quests joining us here at Windy’s Corner. Let me introduce to you from Memphis Tennessee, the founders of All Right! Records, Fred and Chester Zajac.’ Windy outstretched his arm towards the two Polish brothers at the bar. The crowd turned and looked at Mr. and Mr. Zajac who were both shyly waving. ‘Who tonight are going to record the first ever Windy Bacon and his Band of Brothers record, right here on this stage right before your very eyes, and ears!”

The crowd erupted.

‘We’ll go get our equipment,’ Mr. Fred mouthed to Windy, pointin’ to the door.

Windy smiled and winked and gave the gentlemen a big okay. He then looked around for his brothers, spotting them chuggin’ back a round of Dr. Peppers for grownups. ‘Ewan, Charlie, David, get yo’ asses up here!’ Windy shouted over the ecstatic crowd.

‘You want us to play on the record too, Windy?’ asked Charlie as he reached the stage, his eye as wide as saucers.

‘Hells, yeah.’ said Windy. ‘Can’t put any more heart and soul onto a record than by playin’ with family. Now hurry your ass up and grab yo’ shit.’

‘This is the best Christmas eva!’ said Charlie

In then came the Zajacs with few big honkin’ suitcases full of equipment along with a microphone and stand. The crowd parted to them through to the stage where they quickly set up.

When they were ready, Mr. Fred Zajac turned to the crowd. ‘Try to be quiet now. Tonight we’re going to make music history recording Mr. Windy Bacon for the first time. And I have a feeling tonight is going to be the beginning of a long and successful for career for Windy, starting right here at Windy’s Corner with all you fine folks. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, here he is, Mr. Windy Bacon?

The crowd hollered and clapped for a moment before going dead quiet. Down on the floor in front of the stage, Mr. Chester had one hand on a switch, with the other he gave a thumbs to Mr. Fred who looked to Windy and said: Windy, let’s make History.’

Windy looked back to his brothers. ‘Okay, boys. “All I Want for Christmas is Bacon.” A 1 a 2 a 1 2 3...

Oh, all I want for Christmas is bacon

I said all I want for Christmas is bacon

You just wasted a trip

Woman, here’s a tip

All I want for Christmas is bacon.....

Incredibly, the crowd managed not to jump, shout, or even tap their toes while Windy and his brothers cut their first side ever! Like needin’ to scratch yourself after doin’ the nasty in a patch of poison ivy with a woman with more crabs than one of those deathwish seafarin’ yahoos on the Discovery Channel, when Windy and his brothers ended that number, everybody went crazy - they had nailed it!

Mr. and Mr. Zajac were so impressed with Windy and the boys’ performance they asked if they could cut a few more sides that night, which Windy and the boys gladly agreed to. In fact, they cut quite a few more sides that night, including: “I got a Big Black Snake in my Pants,” “Butcher Shop Blues,” “Goodnight, Anoushka,” “It’s Rainin’ Bacon,” and “Bacon Before Sunrise.” All of which sold over a million copies worldwide in the first year alone after being released and hundreds of millions more ever since.

Windy Bacon and his Band of Brothers practically became a musical sensation overnight and Windy’s Corner a popular tourist attraction - still is today. Folks come from far and wide to tour the plantation, have their picture taken out in front of the Courville’s big fancy shack and beside the pool, as well as by Windy’s little ol’ stinky shack next to the shithouse; and no trip to the plantation is complete without stoppin’ in for a couple Budweisers and some bacon fingers dipped in Big Mama Pearl’s secret sauce at Windy’s Corner Juke Joint and Bacon Shack– all of which is all now owned by Disney.

The old man cast his line back down into the river. He watched his bobber stop-a-bobbin’ and begin to drift away.

“It’s too bad pour Windy died so young,” said the old man shakin’ his head. “Only twenty-seven years old, he was.”

“How did he die Grandpa?” asked the boy.

“His heart exploded.”

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Best Known Man In the World

2011-01-30T16:38:00.002+08:00

Well Sulio's boss thinks for a minute and then comes up with a name. "Tom Selleck! I bet you don't know Tom Selleck!" Sulio says "Tom Selleck! Tom and I were in boy scouts together when we were kids!" but Sulio's boss says "No you weren't!" then Sulio says "Yes we were!" so they fly to Hollywood and drive up to Tom Selleck's house. Sulio knocks on the door and Tom Selleck answers and Sulio goes "Tom!!!" and Tom goes "Sulio!" and they hug and catch up for 30 minutes and Sulio's boss can't believe it. But then he thinks "Well that could happen, it's just one person," so he tells Sulio and Sulio says "OK, pick somebody else!"

This time Sulio's boss has someone in mind! "The president, Bill Clinton! You don't know Bill Clinton!" but Sulio says "Oh yes I do! Bill and I were on debate team together in college!" Sulio's boss says "No you weren't!" and Sulio says "Yes we were!" so they fly to Washington and they catch up with the President at a press conference. They work their way through the crowd until Sulio get's close enough to catch Clinton's eye and waves "Bill!" and the President waves "Sulio!" and after the press conference they hug and catch up for 30 minutes and Sulio's boss is stunned-- he can't believe it. But then he thinks "Well that's just two people in one country-- that doesn't mean he knows everyone in the whole world!" so he tells Sulio and Sulio says "OK, pick someone out of the world spectrum and I know them!"

And Sulio's boss knows just who to pick so he says "The Pope! You do not know the Pope!" and Sulio says "The Pope! The Pope BAPTIZED me!" and Sulio's boss says "No he didn't!" and Sulio says "Yes he did!" so they fly to Rome where the Pope is giving Mass in front of hundreds of thousands of people. They work their way through the crowd-- without much luck-- so Sulio says "Boss, we're never gonna get there together through all these people so I tell you what--I'll work my way up there and when I do, I'll give you a sign that shows you I know the Pope!" and he leaves. Well Sulio's boss waits and waits and waits and just when he's about to give up, he sees the Pope come out onto the balcony and right there beside him is Sulio!

Shortly afterwards, Sulio's boss passes out. Sulio comes back and finds his boss passed out and he fans him and says "Boss! Boss! Wake up!" and when his boss comes to, he asks "Boss what happened?" Sulio's boss looks at Sulio and says "OK, I can see Tom Selleck. I can see Bill Clinton...hell, I can even take the Pope! But when somebody standing next to me asks 'Who's that up there with Sulio?' that's a little more than I can take!

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The Smart Blonde

2011-01-30T15:56:00.004+08:00

A blonde woman boards an airplane. She is extremely exhausted and just wants to take a nap. She finally finds her seat and sits down next to a very curious young man.

He wants to test the whole dub blonde thing and possibly make some money out of it. "Hey, wanna play a game?" he asks her. "No thank you, i just want to take a nap." "Please, its really easy, all you have to do is answer the questions that i ask you. If you don't know the answer, then you give me five dollars, and if I don't know the answer to your question, then Ill give you five dollars."

"I really don't want to do this. I just want to take a nap."

"Oh but PLEASE pretty please. Okay, how about if I don't know the answer to your question, I'll give you five hundred dollars." The blonde woman became interested and decided to play the game.

"Okay. How many moons does jupiter have?" the young man asked. The woman reached into her purse and took out a five dollar bill. "What goes up the mountain with three legs and comes back down with four?".

The young man, determined not to lose, gets out his laptop and searches all over the internet for an answered. Flustered and confused, the young man hand the blonde five hundred dollars.

After a few hours, the young man was itching to know the answer to the question."What was the answer to the riddle?" the blonde woman reached into her purse and handed the young man a five dollar bill.

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Just a Joke

2011-01-22T23:08:00.002+08:00

The pizza was perfect, ingredients genuine, not artificial: crust charred slightly; cheese gooey; sauce steaming, requiring careful eating lest the mouth suffer burns. Such quality was becoming rare around town. The product in Manhattan, by and large, was counterfeit, its shape the only relationship to the real thing.

Here, in this cramped Brooklyn shop that hadn't been renovated in years, business boomed. Commuters, shoppers, students were in and out all day. On the sidewalk just beyond the doorstep, young blacks in the blue jerseys of Linclon High School stood munching as they awaited the bus. Invariably, a person or two would veer into the place from each wave that poured from the train station two doors down.

Seated at the first of three tables, headset piping Sinatra into his ears, Joe revelled in the bustle. This's livin', he thought, savoring his treat, craning his neck as the young Russian beauty from the accessory shop next door hurried by, ignoring the stares she attracted. He could picture that face, the devastating blue eyes and natural golden hair, peering out from the covers of fashion magazines. She might be too short for runway fame, but he was certain her face would command a fortune. He wished he knew someone in the business so that he might send her on her way.

Stop, he told himself, doubting his motive was pure, chuckling at the absurdity of the fantasy. What would she want with a paunchy middle-aged educator? Suddenly he felt guilty about snacking. His wife, should she find out, wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

Sonny, the manager, whose face was perpetually tanned, squeezed past the counter and toward the door, pulling on a jacket. "Awright, fellas, I'm leavin'," he said, gazing over his shoulder at the bakers. Noticing Joe, he took the seat opposite him and leaned forward. Despite the interruption of his reverie, Joe smiled and removed his headset.

"Big black guy struts into a bar..." said Sonny quietly, deep blue eyes and the white hair at the sides of his head standing out handsomely against the bronze flesh.

Joe listened eagerly and tittered at the punchline, although he found it disappointing. Sonny left. Headset back in place, Joe returned to his treat. As he tilted his head to take a bite, he noted a customer waiting at the counter. He grew queasy. Although he was unable to determine the sex let alone race, as the person was wearing a large coat and wool cap, his instincts sensed trouble. Sure enough, a slight turn of the head revealed a black, female face. Flushed with shame, he despaired. Why did these situations always find one? he wondered.

You didn't ask to hear it, he told himself, peeved. Had she heard it? Of course, he thought. That was life. You couldn't help hurting people even when you had no intention of doing so. Sometimes you just wound up in the middle against your will. What could he have done - censure Sonny?

No doubt the woman thought him a bigot. He dared not apologize, as it was possible she hadn't heard. Having lost his appetite, he left, disgarding the half-eaten slice in a litter basket down the street so as not to insult the bakers. So distracted was he that he failed to sneak a peak into the accessory shop. Realizing the oversight, he became irked. He'd allowed the incident to rob him of the pleasure of looking at a pretty girl, which indicated a shift in personal priorities, which translated into : "over the hill."

He grasped Jean's hand as they exited the theater.

"Want to stop off for a drink?" she said, yawning. "We have the sitter until midnight."

He shrugged.

"What's wrong? You've hardly said a word all night. Are you coming down with something?"

He related the incident, without repeating the joke.

"You're supposed to be on a diet." She looked away, muttering angrily, letting go of his hand. "And I let you talk me into buying that popcorn."

He'd hoped her sense of priorities would have had her ignore his dietary lapse.

"Why'd you laugh?"

"To be polite, to be sociable. His jokes are usually crude but harmless. I wasn't expecting an ethnic slur."

She smirked. "Only a sexist one, which's okay, of course. These foul-mouthed comedians should all die."

"Don't bring them into it. The only thing they're ever guilty of is not being funny, I tell you. Nobody forces you to listen. As long as it's behind closed doors it's okay."

"Okay to perpetuate stereotypes and despicable behavior?"

"People often conform to a stereotype. That's why the word exists. Without them there'd be even more chaos. Besides, how do you know the laughs comedians generate don't diminish the hostility of guys in the crowd, and that that in turn doesn't prevent rather than encourage abuse?"

"Yeah, right."

"You don't know that it doesn't."

"You don't know that it does."

"Exactly. Feminists say pornos lead to abuse and rape. How do we know that they don't prevent a hundred times as many by letting guys get off and shed some of their frustrations? Guns are used to kill thousands of people, but nobody can estimate how many shootings the possession of them prevent. It might be twice as many. Way more people are killed with bats and knives. The nuts even want to ban toy guns."

"Our son will never have one."

"But don't you worry that we might be emasculating our society? Guns are a fact of life. Our enemies have them. We need them too."

"The police and the army do, not the average citizen. I can't believe you've swallowed that NRA crap. All their lobbyists care about is profit."

"Why should they be any different than other lobbyists? You won't even admit that there's an argument. That's dangerous."

They strolled silently a while. The crowd thinned around them. Soon they were practically alone, encountering only an occasional passerby.

"Why do bigots assume the rest of us share their bigotry?" said Jean abruptly.

"Don't jump to conclusions. You don't know for sure he's a bigot. It's just the devil in all of us."

"What a weak excuse - and so typically male."

"Look, I know what's correct, but people aren't robots. You can't program them to always do and say the right thing."

"Then why teach?"

"Teaching and programming are the same?" he said, surprised.

"Why not just give up and let crudity and bigotry flourish?"

"C,mon, Jeanie," he said, impatiently, extending his hand, which she refused. "Now who's being intolerant? Some people would argue that the schools encourage crudity, as long as it's the 'right' kind. It's not a big deal. It was only words."

"Ask that woman if that's the case. She's been hearing how worthless she is her whole life. It has to stop."

"You want to stop people from being human? Good luck. We're all victims and victimizers - as long as it's only words. Sometimes it's even more than words, though. We contribute to pollution every time we start the car, all for the sake of convenience. Walking to the movies is only a drop in the bucket."

"But it helps."

"Lately you've been on this preserving paper kick, saving every little scrap, using the backs even for letters. That means less is being sold, which means people may lose their jobs. That's life - plusses and minuses. We hope the plusses stay ahead."

"What's this have to do with bigotry?"

"It's just that living involves hurting. That can't be helped. Have all the Irish or woman jokes you've heard in your life held you back even one iota?"

"They do irreparable damage to self esteem."

"There's nothing wrong with your self esteem," he snapped. "Mine's the one that wavers, and it isn't because of any ethnic slurs or fat jokes."

"How can you compare that to what blacks have suffered in this country?"

"I'm not. The sheer numbers of the majority make the burden of blacks incredibly greater. But don't insults often motivate a person to prove himself?"

"And that makes them legitimate? I thought we moved way past that fifties Catholic school mentality."

"If we can't withstand name calling, what'll we do against really hard knocks? I've read where gays as a group have the highest standard of living of all Americans. What's their gripe, then? Are their little feelings hurt when someone calls them names? Please. These groups don't want equal rights - they want an edge."

"Maybe if you'd ever been beaten for what you were, or for the color of your skin...."

"Nobody in his right mind'd condone that, but you can't tell me that's any worse than mugging somebody for his wallet. Assault and murder are despicable no matter the motivation."

"How profound."

"If we were all one color and straight we'd still find ways of attacking each other. Such is man - 'Ecce homo.' When I ran into your Uncle Sean the other day he started right in. 'Why's Italy shaped like a boot?' he said."

Jean looked at him.

"cause all that crap'd never fit into a shoe," he said, unable to restrain his chuckling.

"How can you laugh?"

"It's funny. It's just a joke. Where's the harm?"

"Listen to yourself rationalize. Face it, you were a bigot today."

"I admit - I sinned! Are you gonna be selective in your forgiveness of sinners?"

"You should've apologized to that woman."

"How naive is that? You sound like one of these multicultural fanatics who feel America has no claim to greatness because of slavery and the slaughter of the indians. America freed its slaves, and lots of their descendants have made it big here. And the indians've discovered the wonder of running tax-free casinos. People of all colors flock here to pursue the dream. No multicultural society works better than America. Sure we have our problems and sins, just as individuals do, but this country is still the best that civilization has to offer, and we don't have anything to apologize for."

"We shouldn't try to make things better? You should've apologized to that woman."

"Should I do penance for every bigotted thought too, or does this apply only to action?"

"The unspoken doesn't hurt anyone."

"Only oneself, but that's not important, of course - except in select cases."

"Always 'you'! You sinned - not the woman. If what you did wasn't wrong, why are you so upset? I'll tell you why. You're more concerned about the woman's opinion of you than you are about her feelings."

Dismayed, he lowered his head. "Bingo. That's it exactly. How is it you were able to articulate it better than me?"

"Because you're so steeped in yourself you can't see straight. And don't you dare turn this into a treatise on Ayn Rand and the virtue of selfishness, how even Mother Teresa was motivated by selfishness."

"In her single-minded zeal to do good she accomplished great things, just like any entrepreneur who creates thousands of jobs on his way to riches."

"But Mother Teresa never drove other businesses to extinction."

"She never created any, either. Plusses and minuses."

"Mother Teresa has no minuses."

"Where would the world be without the ambitious? Thousands of Mother Teresa's wouldn't stem the chaos. All I'm saying is that life is complex."

"Bigotry is simple. Some things should never be said."

"Not even in anger?"

She rolled her eyes heavenward in exasperation.

"Will we ever have the right to be angry any more? Or momentarily stupid? How do people in the public eye take it? You have to watch every little thing you say. The wolves are always ready to pounce. It wouldn't be so annoying if it was universal and not selective indignation, though."

"That joke was cold calculation, not a momentary lapse."

"Granted. So anger and momentary stupidity are permissible?"
"Therefore no apology was necessary - more twisted logic. You've apologized for less to me."

He fell silent, hands in his pockets.

"Promise you'll never go off on one of these tangents in the classroom. That's all we need."

"The thought police are everywhere."

She stamped her foot. "Dammit! I hate when you get like this."

Nearby, a car slowed at a stop sign. The young man at the wheel cried: "Hit 'er!." His companions echoed the sentiment.

"Blow it out your ass, moron!" Jean shot back at the fleeing automobile.

"Easy," said Joe urgently. "I'm in no shape to take on a bunch of punks."

"You're soft all the way around."

"Don't get your Irish up now."

Her shoulders jerked. "You see?"

"It's just an expression. What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? You're the one carrying on and on like an ass. Once and for all - there's never an excuse for bigotry."

"I never said there was."

"That's all you've been saying."

"Sometimes bigotry's not bigotry. It's the heat of the moment. You don't believe for a second that Jesse Jackson's a bigot because of what he said about New York?"

"You're the one who hates him."

"I hate liberalism. I hate the sin, not the sinner."

She made a face. "Then why'd you gloat when he said it?"

"Because it discredited this whole hysteria about political correctness. At least it should have. The partisans and their lackeys in the press always find a way to spin."

"You better stop listening to those idiotic talk shows. They're conditioning you."

"Aren't our schools conditioning kids to the left? It doesn't take a genius to see that sexual harassment's just a smoke screen for a larger agenda that has nothing to do with petty gripes. As for the Right Reverend, I'd never be so cynical as to believe he's really a bigot, but it was great to see him put his foot in his mouth. Here's a guy who constantly bemoans the fact that on the one hand young blacks are an endangered species and on the other calls for federally funded abortion for the poor. Excuse me, but isn't that a contradiction?"

Fuming, Jean stopped short. "Oh, no you don't. I see exactly where you're going: 'Abortion is worse than racial slurs; we should be more concerned about that.' You lost that argument a long time ago. Get over it."

"You see no correlation between the tyranny of each?"

"Shut up."

"Why is one form of tyranny acceptable and the other not?"

"Shut up, I told you."

"The first involves words, the second extermination."

"Go ahead, convolute all you want. Throw the whole lexicon of conservatism on the table, see where it gets you."

"Might as well," he mumbled. "Something tells me it's the doghouse already. How can you deny that issues are related? How 'bout the nuts in the theater who jumped all over that couple for lighting up?"

"We should all have to breathe in that filth?"

"We missed five minutes of the movie because of all that arguing."

"The movie was more important?"

"At the time. Granted, smoking is disgusting, but the secondhand smoke of two cigarettes won't kill you. We were in greater danger from the buttered popcorn."

She sneered. "They could've waited until they were outside."

"You should've said that to whoever was passing gas."

She grimaced. "But he couldn't help it."

"How do you know it was a guy?"

"Because they smelled like yours."

He laughed heartily. "But don't you see? That's life. Sometimes you breathe in other peoples farts and germs. You can't avoid it. How much smoke have we breathed in at family functions?"

"We should stop going."

"Oh, sure. You can't regulate life. Last quarter the trade deficit shrank dramatically because of the sale of cigarettes. Should we stop exporting them?"

"Yes. Teen smoking is back on the rise. Education isn't working."

"I hate smoking too, but I'm not gonna become intolerant about it. It's a legal product. It got America on its feet. And you can argue that the revenue it generates more than negates the harm it does. Red meat, butter and cake do harm too. Should they be banned?"

"It wouldn't bother me," said Jean, arms folded tightly to her chest.

"Do we have the right to dictate what people should consume?"

"Yes, when taxes pay for health care."

Some people who smoke live to a ripe old age. Some people do all the right things and still die young. That's life. This hysteria's got to stop. A few weeks ago there was an uproar because a black coach used a slur against a white quarterback. Writers called for an investigation. What a crock! A man got angry and said something stupid. Apologize and go on."

"But you didn't apologize. You're such a coward. Come to think of it, there's no danger of you ever going off on one of these tangents in the classroom. You know exactly where your bread is buttered. You annoy the hell out of me and kowtow to everybody else."

Stung, he paused, hoping for an apology. "I do vote, if that's any consolation. I wish they'd have a referendum on political correctness. In the effort to modify behavior we're becoming more intolerant than ever. After all that arguing in there I lost all interest in the movie."

"Oh, bull. Every time that big-breatsed bimbo came on you sat up straight in your seat. No wonder you wanted to see it."

"And, as we all know, the appreciation of beauty's just another form of tyranny. 'You just don't get it,'" he said to himself ironically.

"I couldn't've said it better - you and your appreciation of the accident of genes."

"You're not stirred by attractive men? Your hormones are dormant? Fortunately, I know that's not the case. I suppose we'll come to the point where we'll be sued for just gawking at a pretty girl."

"See how you convolute? You know you can't win on merit, so you twist and twist and twist."

He paused, pensive, and looked into her eyes. "What were we arguing about again?"

She stormed away.

"It was just a joke."

She strode on.

"See what I mean?"

She did not stop.

"Jeanie."

The gap between them continued to widen.

"Light of my life?" he muttered weakly, failing to amuse himself. "Jean!"

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A Luxurious Presence

2011-01-18T16:40:00.001+08:00

When we planned a weekend away together, we were seeking to find a place where we could escape from the business of our day-to-day lives. We needed to go to a place that would allow us to put things back into proper perspective, focus on our lives as a couple and to examine our priorities.

After we checked in, our first interaction with another guest was our encounter with the man and his fancy car in the circular driveway in front of the Mansion. He was blocking the narrow driveway, car parked, door wide opened. We could have easily continued along, if only he would have closed the door to his car.

The concierge ran up to our car window with a sense of urgency and a hint of authority uttering that was something wrong with the hydraulics system of the car. We quietly sat in our car, observing the man with his broken down, door wide opened Jaguar.

My husband is a skilled auto technician with a good heart who has worked on the finest of cars. I knew that my husband was fully present in our quest to create space where we could focus on our lives together when he chose not to engage in the stranger's situation or try to rescue him.

Several minutes passed before the car owner approached us with an apology. He explained that the car was inoperable and that he could not close his door, as his hands had gotten dirty so he could not touch his car door to close it to allow us to get by.

The man with the broken down Jaguar's reality was clear to us, the cleanliness of his car door should take priority over our ability to exit the driveway at this time.

My husband's reaction was calm. He went to his toolbox in the back of our car, pulled out a clean rag, handed it to the man and suggested that it could be used to close the door so that we could be on our way. The man seemed a bit hesitant to accept such a simple solution to what seemed to be a very difficult situation for him, but he accepted the rag, closed his door and watched with a rather puzzled look on his face as we drove away.

We arrived at the building where we would stay for night and agreed to head out for a walk and some lunch after dropping off our bags. Our room was on the lower level of the building. It was well appointed with amenities, spacious and bit dark as it lacked the capacity to allow natural light to come in.

We noticed the note card on the bed almost immediately. It said that the resort as environmentally conscience and would only wash sheets every other day, unless otherwise requested, in an effort to conserve water.

We both agreed that we were happy to be in such and environmentally conscience place, as conservation was something we both are compassionate about.

We held hands as we walked and discussed the lessons of Eckhart Tolle that we had engaged in earlier as we set out to explore the place of luxury.

We checked out the spa, to see what it offered as a means of "getting away from it all." It was a busy place, filled with people dressed in fancy white bathrobes and black plastic slippers where fresh towels abound. "So this is what luxury looks like", I found myself thinking. I refilled my reusable water bottle while were there and we were on our way.

After observing the spa, we found an outside café that seemed like a great spot to stop for some lunch. While we waited for our salads, we talked about how we were both surprised that the same facility which washed sheets every other day rather than every day in an effort to be environmentally conscience, did not have a place to recycle all those plastic cups in the spa.

As we looked out over the golf course, we wondered if they kept the greens looking so lovely without the use of chemicals. Our shared effort to live with as little impact to our planet as possible was the topic of conversation during our lunch together.

We examined the options available in order to make the best choice possible with regards to the enormous amounts of left over salad on our plates when we were done eating. Our waitress explained that people complained if large quantities of food were not served. She also explained that almost no one finishes those large quantities.

We asked if they composted. We found out they do not. We discussed how using the restaurant's disposable container to take the leftovers with us would create additional waste beyond what we already were looking at. We resolved to not take the leftovers and to bring our own reusable container from now on when we go out to eat.

We made the most of the rest of our trip to the luxury spa. We used their facilities, dined at their restaurants and did our best to hold true to our own beliefs along the way. We learned that one man's luxury differs greatly from another's. The amenities at the spa that were placed there for our comfort in the first place, were the same things that made us uncomfortable. We do not like to support, create or contribute to avoidable waste. We did not give careful thought to what we were doing when we arranged to come to the luxury resort. We focused only on finding a place that we could rest comfortably and be together. When we came across the luxury spa's website, it seemed perfect at the time.

Would we go back to the luxury spa? Absolutely not, but not because they did not provide everything they promised. We will not go back because when we slowed down to think about it, if we were really present when we sought to find the perfect "getaway" spot, we would have recognized that the luxury spa was not a place we would want to support. This was a place that would put any environmentally conscience person outside of their comfort zone, us included.

We did however get exactly what were seeking in the first place. What we sought, we did not find by the golf course, in a fancy white robe or even inside the resort's swanky castle. What we got, was our return to presence, something we possessed all along and had lost sight of. We learned from our experience at the resort and left with a new appreciation for what comfort and luxury really mean to us.

Most importantly we will remember that the only place we will ever need to go to experience what we sought in the first place, is within.

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Prince William: I Decided It Was the Right Time

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Tissue Paper

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A Dream Within A Dream

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Desiderata

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Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

--- Max Ehrmann, 1927

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The Raven

2010-12-31T17:10:00.003+08:00

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Philippine honors martyr Rizal rites

2010-12-30T22:24:00.005+08:00

I had to give my salute to the man the root had helm him the best man in the Philippine history. Let's try to negotiate with his story and jolt him into our hearts as I give my willingness to pay respect to my aborigine and to his brutal Spanish execution anniversary.

His root is my root as my root is offered worldwide.

Help me welcome, Dr. José Protasio Rizal and its beginning...

Jose Rizal was a man of incredible intellectual power, with amazing artistic talent as well. He excelled at anything that he put his mind to - medicine, poetry, sketching, architecture, sociology... the list seems nearly endless.

Thus, Rizal's martyrdom by the Spanish colonial authorities while he was still quite young was a huge loss to the Philippines, and to the world at large.

Today, the people of the Philippines honor him as their national hero.

Early Life

On June 19, 1861, Francisco Rizal Mercado and Teodora Alonzo y Quintos welcomed their seventh child into the world at Calamba, Laguna. They named the boy Jose Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda.

The Mercado family were wealthy farmers who rented land from the Dominican religious order. Descendants of a Chinese immigrant named Domingo Lam-co, they changed their name to Mercado ("market") under the pressure of anti-Chinese feeling amongst the Spanish colonizers.

From an early age, Jose Rizal Mercado showed a precocious intellect. He learned the alphabet from his mother at 3, and could read and write at age 5.

Education

Jose Rizal Mercado attended the Ateneo Municipal de Manila, graduating at the age of 16 with highest honors. He took a post-graduate course there in land surveying.

Rizal Mercado completed his surveyor's training in 1877, and passed the licensing exam in May 1878, but could not receive a license to practice because he was only 17 years old. (He was granted a license in 1881, when he reached the age of majority.)

In 1878, the young man also enrolled in the University of Santo Tomas as a medical student. He later quit the school, alleging discrimination against Filipino students by the Dominican professors.

Rizal Goes to Madrid

In May of 1882, Jose Rizal got on a ship to Spain without informing his parents of his intentions. He enrolled at the Universidad Central de Madrid.

In June of 1884, he received his medical degree at the age of 23; the following year, he also graduated from the Philosophy and Letters department.

Inspired by his mother's advancing blindness, Rizal next went to the University of Paris and then the University of Heidelberg to complete further study in the field of ophthalmology. At Heidelberg, he studied under the famed professor Otto Becker. Rizal finished his second doctorate at Heidelberg in 1887.

Rizal's Life in Europe

Jose Rizal lived in Europe for 10 years. During that time, he picked up a number of languages; in fact, he could converse in more than 10 different tongues.

While in Europe, the young Filipino impressed everyone who met him with his charm, his intelligence, and his mastery of an incredible range of different fields of study.

Rizal excelled at martial arts, fencing, sculpture, painting, teaching, anthropology, and journalism, among other things.

During his European sojourn, he also began to write novels. Rizal finished his first book, Noli Me Tangere, while living in Wilhemsfeld with the Reverend Karl Ullmer.

Novels and Other Works:

Rizal wrote Noli Me Tangere in Spanish; it was published in 1887 in Berlin. The novel is a scathing indictment of the Catholic Church and Spanish colonial rule in the Philippines.

This book cemented Jose Rizal on the Spanish colonial government's list of troublemakers. When Rizal returned home for a visit, he received a summons from the Governor General, and had to defend himself from charges of disseminating subversive ideas.

Although the Spanish governor accepted Rizal's explanations, the Catholic Church was less willing to forgive.

In 1891, Rizal published a sequel, titled El Filibusterismo.

Program of Reforms

Both in his novels and in newspaper editorials, Jose Rizal called for a number of reforms of the Spanish colonial system in the Philippines.

He advocated freedom of speech and assembly, equal rights before the law for Filipinos, and Filipino priests in place of the often-corrupt Spanish churchmen. In addition, Rizal called for the Philippines to become a province within Spain, with representation in the Spanish legislature (the Cortes Generales).

Rizal never called for independence for the Philippines. Nonetheless, the colonial government considered him a dangerous radical, and declared him an enemy of the state.

Exile and Courtship

In 1892, Rizal returned to the Philippines. He was almost immediately accused of being involved in the brewing rebellion, and was exiled to Dapitan, on the island of Mindanao. Rizal would stay there for four years, teaching school and encouraging agricultural reforms.

During that same period, the people of the Philippines grew more eager to revolt against the Spanish colonial presence.

In Dapitan, Rizal met and fell in love with Josephine Bracken, who brought her stepfather to him for a cataract operation. The couple applied for a marriage license, but were denied by the Church (which had excommunicated Rizal).

Trial and Execution

The Philippine Revolution broke out in 1896. Rizal denounced the violence, and received permission to travel to Cuba in order to tend victims of yellow fever.

He was arrested by the Spanish on the way, taken to Barcelona, and then extradited to Manila for trial. Jose Rizal was tried by court martial, charged with conspiracy, sedition and rebellion.

Despite a lack of any evidence of his complicity in the Revolution, Rizal was convicted on all counts and given the death sentence.

He was allowed to marry Josephine two hours before his execution by firing squad on December 30, 1896.

Jose Rizal was just 35 years old.

Jose Rizal's Legacy

Jose Rizal is remembered today throughout the Philippines for his brilliance, his courage, his peaceful resistance to tyranny, and his compassion. Filipino school children study his final literary work, a poem called Mi Ultimo Adios ("My Last Goodbye"), as well as his two famous novels.

Spurred on by Rizal's martyrdom, the Philippine Revolution continued until 1898. With assistance from the United States, the Philippine archipelago was able to defeat the Spanish army. The Philippines declared its independence from Spain on June 12, 1898. It was the first democratic republic in Asia.

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CEO Reveals Secret

2010-12-29T01:42:00.002+08:00

For decades, Jay Thiessens hid a painful secret as he built his machine and tool company from a mom-and-pop operation into a $5 million-a-year enterprise. During the day he hid behind the role of a harried businessman, too busy to review contracts or shuffle through mail. At night, his wife, Bonnie, would help him sort through the paperwork at the kitchen table, in the living room, or sometimes sitting up in bed.

Other tasks he delegated to a core group of managers at B&J Machine Tool Co. who had no idea their boss couldn't read.

"I worked for him for seven years and I had no clue," said Jack Sala, now the engineering manager for Truckee Precision, a B&J competitor. "I was his general manager. He would bring legal stuff to me and say, 'You're better at legalese than me.' I never knew I was the only one reading them."

Few people knew of his shame and most burning desire: To be able to read a simple bedtime story to his grandchildren. But he couldn't keep his illiteracy secret forever. "It became too hard to continue to hide it," said Thiessens, who has begun to read at the age of 56. "Since I made the decision to let everybody know, it's a big relief."

On Wednesday, Thiessens will be honored in Washington, D.C., as one of six national winners of the 1999 National Blue Chip Enterprise Initiative Award. Sponsored by the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and MassMutual, the award recognizes small businesses that have triumphed over adversity.

Thiessens' torment took root when he was in the first or second grade in McGill, a small mining town in central Nevada. "A teacher called me stupid because I had trouble reading," he said. All through school, he was the quiet little boy in the back of the room.

"I think the teachers just got tired of looking at me so they passed me on," he said. He graduated from White Pine High School in Ely 1963, getting mostly C's, D's and F's. He made the honor roll once, in his senior

year when he landed A's in auto mechanics and machine shop.

The day after graduation, Thiessens moved to Reno, where 10 years later he started a small machine shop with his last $200. Today, B&J specializes in welding, machine parts and precision sheet metal work. With 50 employees, the company conducts $5 million a year in business and just broke ground on

a new 54,000 square-foot expansion.

Despite his success, the stigma of being labeled a dummy haunted him through adulthood. He compensated by being a good listener. He rarely forgets details and has a solid grasp of math and figures, a trait essential to the industry, others say.

"The majority of everything we do is technical," said Randy Arnett of A&B Precision, B&J's longest competitor. "It has more to do with math, geometrical shapes, than verbiage."

"He's always been a decent competitor," Arnett said of Thiessens.

Two years ago, Thiessens was invited to join a local chapter of The Executive Committee, a kind of CEO-support group where non-competing chief executives discuss business trials and tribulations in confidence.

Thiessens was reluctant. "He was concerned he wouldn't measure up to the rest of the group," said Randy Yost, committee chairman and former CEO of Placer Bank of Commerce in California. "About 6 months after we met, he told me he had a reading problem," Yost said. "At that time, he was very tight-vested about it."

Thiessens confessed to the rest of the group last year.

"He was a little teary. His voice was shaking," recalled Doug Damon, a group member and CEO of Damon Industries, a beverage concentrate manufacturer. "It was clearly a difficult thing for him to do." Damon was surprised by Thiessens confession. "I knew he was a high school graduate, and so I guess I automatically assumed he knew how to read. He'd been very successful in his business. Who would have thought?"

Thiessens feared titters and jeers from his college-educated CEO peers. Instead, he was overwhelmed by support. "As much as I respected him for what he accomplished, it enhanced my respect for him," Yost said.

Last October, Thiessens found a tutor to instruct him for an hour a day, five days a week. That's also when he told his plant managers. The rest of his employees found out last month.

Thiessens recently read "Gung Ho," a book on employee relations, as a management team project. It was slow going as he underlined all the words he didn't know and later sought help with. But he finished it. He wants someday to be able to rifle through mail as quickly as his wife and "round file" the piles of junk mail that comes across his desk.

More importantly, he hopes his story will encourage others to learn to read.

"There is no shame in not knowing how to read," said Mrs. Thiessens, his wife of 37 years. "The shame is not doing anything about it."

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Christmas surprise

2010-12-27T22:27:00.001+08:00

webplug: White Christmas

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webplug: White Christmas

White Christmas

2010-12-26T20:59:00.001+08:00

Possessions

2010-10-17T08:17:00.003+08:00

Initiative is the soul of intelligence.

Hold not any defense to anybody whom isn't ladderizing with what is I dared to believe where's the right.

Life's elements would have to include those successfuls whose musthaves has to win failures in severals. Remember inventors never had testrun their masterpiece in single but to a hundred few.

Each of us must not be brainwashed with a life living in a stroke of struggles pulled in throttle as wisdom has to yearn like sifting, impurities left should be clothed in vain underground.

People's superior work foundation commences at a very singular truss, intermesses within each plurals' a product like an unimaginable magnificient tower.

Quality in the absence of the competing audience is unspellable.

Persistence is one of the known culpable cause that can be charge to violating the desired manifestation to be successful in the human courts of our existence.

Success aimers makes out of his start-life in the jigsaw jungle better than in the urban city.

Genuinenity of work is certainly factful when the output was put at heart less better than it is more exaggeratedly uttered.

Don't let failures be for goal disruption either to destruction but instead for symmetrical instructions.

Genuineness is taped through atop work efficient output rather than from words input.

Admirable people talkless that they had to generally levels in if not to exceed in what is more.

Perseverity is one of the virtues in the laurels of great accomplishment.

Ambitions is the only illusion that can be staged up in heights.

Fieldtrackers though some finished last on the lanetail, having done the track is already the noblest prize.

Yesterday's foundation as today is tomorrows golden crown.

--- all quotes that was carried base on my philosophy.

Mammoth Bunny

2010-10-16T14:11:00.004+08:00

Opera dog

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It's your love

2010-09-29T20:45:00.005+08:00

Sing it with me. I am fully geared by God today and its just to happen that this song fits well with what I am feeling right now. So good being inspired by Him, none is truly exchangeable.

Liked it too. Sing it with me, now!.

Ooh....Ummm

Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,
Taking your heart and holding it tight
Emotional touch, touching my skin
And asking you to do,
What you've been doing all over again
Oh its a beautiful thing,
Don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won't let me go

(CHORUS)

Its your love, it just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough, and if you wonder
About the spell I'm under
Ooh...It's your love

Better than I was, more than I am
And all of this happened, by taking your hand
And who I am now, is who I wanted to be
And now that were together
I'm stronger than ever, I'm happy and free
Ooh... Its a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
Ooh, but if you ask me why I've changed
All I gotta do is say your sweet name

(Repeat Chorus)

(TAG)

Ooh....Baby....Ohh

Its a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know what it is that won't let me go

Its your love, it just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough
And if you wonder about the spell I'm under
Ooh.. It's your love
Its your love
Its your love.

World's 20 Most Expensive Cities

2010-07-11T01:21:00.039+08:00

With the economic recovery sputtering along Americans may still not feel much relief in when it comes to their pocketbooks, but they can at least be relieved to know that, according to a new survey, not a single U.S. city ranks among the top 25 most expensive urban areas to live in in the world.

The rankings, released last month as part of ECA International's Cost of Living Survey, found the most expensive U.S. city to be (no real surprise here) Manhattan, which landed at number 29 on the list. (This year's #1: Tokyo.) The next American city to appear was Honolulu, at number 41.

According to ECA International, its cost of living indices are "calculated based upon surveys carried out annually in March and September using a basket of day-to-day goods and services." See a full explanation of their methodology here.

So what are the most expensive cities in the world? Find out below.

1. TOKYO, JAPAN

2.OSLO, NORWAY
3. LUANDA, ANGOLA
4. NAGOYA, JAPAN
5. YOKOHAMA, JAPAN
6. STAVANGER, NORWAY
7. KOBE, JAPAN

8. COPENHAGEN, DENMARK
9. GENEVA, SWITZERLAND

10. ZURICH, SWITZERLAND
11. BERN, SWITZERLAND

12. BASEL, SWITZERLAND

13. LIBREVILLE, GABON

14. HELSINKI, FINLAND

15. MOSCOW, RUSSIA

16. PARIS, FRANCE

17. ABIDJAN, IVORY COAST

18. ABUJA, ALGERIA

19. TEL AVIV, ISRAEL

20. SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

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Extreme skateboarding

2010-07-10T23:42:00.003+08:00

The red planet Mars

2010-07-09T21:08:00.001+08:00

Sneak Preview: Twilight Eclipse

2010-07-09T20:54:00.003+08:00

From Russia with love

2010-07-08T21:17:00.008+08:00

My parents are from Russia--I am not. I was born in America and so I never really considered myself different from the other kids until, they started making fun of me because I didn't speak English. I was four years old, and so was my tormentor, a young boy who taunted me about my lack of English skills in Russian, just so that I would understand. "I can speak English!" I cried to my parents in Russian. The truth was that he was right...it wasn't until pre-school that I learned to speak English.

Despite my early language obstacle, I learned English fairly quickly; however, my Russian roots followed me everywhere--particularly when it came to my attire. It would have been perfect if they dressed me in Baby Gap, but no, it was Baby Moscow all the way. I still have nightmares about the colorful wool tights they made me put on under everything. It is safe to say that while I was not the best dressed 1st grader, I was definitely the warmest.

I wasn't the only one who was privileged to wear the Russian garb in New York. Imagine my surprise when my father picked me up from school one day wearing a traditional Russian hunting hat. (They look a little like something Elmer Fud would wear). They are, of course, warm enough to keep any New Yorker warm, but are really made for those who reside in Siberia. And then, just when I thought it was all over, the hat slowly but surely made its way to my head. How much worse could it get?

Okay, this is how much worse it could get. Since my family already had the embarrassing winter months out of the way, they obviously couldn't ignore the summer. Summer in New York City can become unbearable, especially for girls and their hair. My mother decided it was too hot outside and decided to cut it into the style of a military man going through basic training. They don't have extreme heat problems in Russia and so the thought of putting my hair in a pony tail escaped her.
The older I got, the easier it was to escape my Russian roots. But sometimes, living in a Russian home is enough to give it away. You see, Russian people LOVE onions. If there's a pot on the stove, an onion will most likely be involved. Eating them is okay, but smelling like them is definitely a problem. If only I could be Italian and smell like Parmesan cheese all the time. Ohhh, Parmesan cheese....

As if high school wasn't bad enough, I had the added pressure of explaining to my parents the social structure of cliques. Not only did I have to introduce them to my friends, but had to explain why I wasn't friends with all the others!
"That's not nice. You should be friends with everyone," my dad would tell me. Yeah right, like it's up to me.

Explaining to my parents the significance of the attending events with a certain clique was also a difficult task. For some reason, they just couldn't understand why I spent so much time picking out the perfect gift for my friends (or those I wanted to be my friends).

Having survived an embarrassing childhood, I was more than pleased to make my way into the wonderful world of adulthood--meaning college. That is, until I realized that I would have to do all of the "adult" things on my own. You see, when you live in a Russian community, learning the English language becomes unnecessary. So, it was I who had the pleasure of filling out all of my college applications and then trying to figure out how financial aid worked. Then came the internships. Try explaining to two people who escaped communism that you are working for free--it isn't fun.

"You're working for free? I think they are taking advantage of you. It's not right," my dad said when I told him my good news.

It's funny how your perspective changes as you grow older. Somewhere along the way I realized something very important. I realized that I was fighting a part of me that could never be changed. Besides, I love Russian food and speaking a 2nd language has had its benefits. And I no longer smell like an onion because somewhere along the line my mom swore off cooking. Being different may seem like a sucky situation when you're young but I actually enjoying people guessing where I'm from now. And who knows, Russian hunting hats can be kinda stylish.

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Wishing a mansion

2010-07-07T17:01:00.002+08:00

Four Seasons

2010-07-06T20:45:00.002+08:00

The following questions were set in last year’s GED examination.

These are genuine answers (from 16 year olds)……. …..and they WILL breed.

Q. Name the four seasons

A. Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar

Q. Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink

A. Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists

Q. How is dew formed

A. The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire

Q. What causes the tides in the oceans

A. The tides are a fight between the earth and the moon. All water tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins the fight

Q. What guarantees may a mortgage company insist on

A. If you are buying a house they will insist that you are well endowed

Q. In a democratic society, how important are elections

A. Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election

Q. What are steroids

A. Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs (Shoot yourself now , there is little hope)

Q. What happens to your body as you age

A. When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental

Q. What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty

A. He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery (So true)

Q. Name a major disease associated with cigarettes

A. Premature death

Q. What is artificial insemination

A. When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow

Q. How can you delay milk turning sour

A. Keep it in the cow (Simple, but brilliant)

Q. How are the main 20 parts of the body categorised (e.g. The abdomen)

A. The body is consisted into 3 parts – the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels: A, E, I,O,U.. (wtf!)

Q. What is the fibula?

A. A small lie

Q. What does ‘varicose’ mean?

A. Nearby

Q. What is the most common form of birth control

A. Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium (That would work)

Q. Give the meaning of the term ‘Caesarean section’

A. The caesarean section is a district in Rome

Q. What is a seizure?

A. A Roman Emperor. (Julius Seizure, I came, I saw, I had a fit)

Q. What is a terminal illness

A. When you are sick at the airport. (Irrefutable)

Q. Give an example of a fungus. What is a characteristic feature?

A. Mushrooms. They always grow in damp places and they look like umbrellas

Q. Use the word ‘judicious’ in a sentence to show you understand its meaning

A. Hands that judicious can be soft as your face. (OMG)

Q. What does the word ‘benign’ mean?

A. Benign is what you will be after you be eight (brilliant)

Q. What is a turbine?

A. Something an Arab or Shreik wears on his head

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NASA's July fleet

2010-07-06T20:35:00.001+08:00

Dubai's superstructures

2010-07-05T21:37:00.007+08:00

Grader's mind

2010-07-04T21:07:00.004+08:00

This is old but in case you have not read yet please have it now.

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Neelam was having trouble with one of her students the teacher asked,”Boy, what is your problem?”

Boy answered, “I’m too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!”

Ms. Neelam had enough. She took Boy to the principal’s office. While Boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave. She agreed.

Boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test Principal: “What is 3 x 3?”

Boy: “9″.

Principal: “What is 6 x 6?”

Boy: “36″.

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms. Neelam and tells her, “I think Boy can go to the third-grade.”

Ms. Neelam says to the principal, “I have some of my own questions.

Can I ask him ?” The principal and Boy both agree.

Ms. Neelam asks, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?

Boy, after a moment “Legs.”

Ms. Neelam: “What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?”

Boy: “Pockets.”

Ms. Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Boy: Coconut

Ms. Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky? The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy was taking charge.

Boy: Bubblegum

Ms. Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer…

Boy: Shake hands

Ms. Neelam: Now I will ask some “Who am I” sort of questions, okay?

Boy: Yep.

Ms. Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.

Boy: Tent

Ms. Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you’re bored. The best man always has me first. The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.

Boy: Wedding Ring

Ms. Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I’m not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.

Boy: Nose

Ms. Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Boy: Arrow

Ms. Neelam: What word starts with a ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means lot
of heat and excitement?

Boy: Firetruck

Ms. Neelam: What word starts with a ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ & if u dont get it u have to use ur hand.

Boy: Fork

Ms. Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it’s longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn’t use his and a man gives it to his wife after they’re married?

Boy: SURNAME

Ms. Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ?

Boy: HEART.

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, “Send this Boy to the University, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!”

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Antidoting US spill

2010-07-03T09:59:00.063+08:00

Article in progress...

Heavy rains were travelling high above aground lunch session that time. I picked up myself and poised to seek a temporary shelter as the umbrella wasn't a part of the plan knowing priorly that light nimbus clouds are just settling up above me. I felt confident that the weather won't give sustenance to the plants but reversally it has does.

I am learning when it become visible to me the wet prints of shoesteps that are lining in the floor to the place where I was taking into in. Time move on. Shift's come in due. It is habitual to me already enjoying those online logs and peeped what the world is in talktrending every after having it.

Oil spill.

It centers in directly into my mind the incident posted and checked into the depth of the course. The initial moment of hypothesis is that its just an ordinary oil tanker ship drowned in paving the oils to routing in the gulf coast but its not that simple as it entails complex calling of ideas in bulldozing it appropriately.

I remembered to come into rescue...

It summits.

"BP Oil Spill Is Now The Largest Ever In Gulf " was recorded in and furthermore attested that "BP spill hits a somber record as Gulf's biggest" estimating it to a pummeling amount as "BP oil spill costs reach $2.65bn" contesting to set a challenge to the Philippine GDP.

"BP disaster may now be worst spill in Gulf history", in sums.

The counts widens in since the unstoppable spill pours roughly few months ago into something like a fountain up across the borders of Gulf of Mexico near Mississippi River Delta in a total oil blend and bleach.

Transocean Limited's offshore oil drilling rig Deepwater Horizon bursted in fire for reasons still has to be investigated branching to a deeper part of the accident that claims 11 workers into a much more innermost threat to the safety, habitat of the sealife communities living underneath and to the surroundings as the "Oil spill begins soaking birds in delicate Louisiana marshes" and to some others as a "Study Will Look at Oil Spill's Effect on Whales".

I felt stumbled.

I am with the deposits of the environment and I do hinder withdrawals to it. The forces of nature become the integral part of my purpose in living and I cannot let it somebody spoil and put too much abuse in stewardshipping as well as to any event of accidents thereby compromising mother earth assets.

British Petroleum(BP) got the hot seat. The company had suffered fallback to their stocks as "BP shares at 14-year low on funding concerns" following the withdrawal of the loyal patronizers in part of striking them out due to the strong degree it caused.

"Drilling the relief wells" had been started to rescue in the hope to close the flowing oils under 20,000 ft reservoir. "Supertanker skims oil as spill now worst accident on record" offers clean up drives to segragate the two liquids that has long been related to people, oil and water issue.

Effective suggested antidotes

Clamping process.

Insertion technique.

Substitution method.

Note:

This is part of the backbone of the whole story. Fiber optic lines are typically weak that my gathering of the past facts are suffering. If ever I cant complete it through the day, I had to come it back to mend it for you. I end you hanging.

Cultivating a "winner's brain"

2010-07-02T22:20:00.009+08:00

Psychological strategies that people can use to improve mental performance.

Many people want to remain mentally (as well as physically) fit, so that they can perform well at school and at work. A controversial way to improve focus and mental functioning is to take a "smart pill" — the slang term for using prescription stimulants such as amphetamine (Adderall) or methylphenidate (Ritalin, Concerta) to try to boost mental functioning rather than to treat a problem like attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. One survey of U.S. college students found that 7% had used prescription stimulants in an effort to improve academic achievement, for example.

But there are nonpharmacological ways to boost mental performance. Jeff Brown, a cognitive behavioral psychologist at Harvard Medical School, and Mark Fenske, a neuroscience researcher at the University of Guelph in Ontario, Canada, have described a set of strategies for remaining mentally sharp even under trying circumstances. In their book, The Winner's Brain: Eight Strategies Great Minds Use to Achieve Success, Drs. Brown and Fenske outline an approach they derive from well-known psychotherapies and discoveries in neuroscience. The strategies they suggest can be applied in the clinic, the classroom, and the workplace.

The ever-changing brain

Once thought to be as hard-wired as a computer, the brain's neural circuitry is now understood as an ever-changing landscape. The ability of individual neurons to form new synaptic connections in response to novel experiences or environmental challenges is known as brain plasticity, and it underlies learning and memory. Although brain processing speed tends to slow down with age, the brain remains plastic throughout life. The challenge for people is to take advantage of this inborn gift.

Preliminary neuroimaging studies suggest that the way people use their minds may alter neural circuitry, and in some cases build brain tissue. It's important to remember, though, that the research usually involves only small numbers of participants. It also detects patterns and associations that are determined after taking images of multiple brains and then averaging the results. Individual brain activity might vary somewhat from a particular norm, just as height and weight do. For that reason, it is not currently possible in the clinic — nor is it likely to be for a long time — to take an individual "brain snapshot" and say with certainty what type of mental activity is going on. Even so, these patterns of brain activity provide the basis for clinical advice to challenge the brain constantly, so that it will continue to form new connections.

A sampler of strategies

Drs. Brown and Fenske review eight strategies that people can try in everyday life to challenge their brain, learn to focus, and think more productively. The strategies incorporate principles used in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), a mainstay of psychotherapy that helps patients to reframe situations and learn more productive ways of coping. Other elements come from positive psychology, a relatively new clinical slant that identifies and builds on people's strengths rather than trying to correct weaknesses.

A brief discussion of several "winner's" strategies will provide a flavor of the approach that Drs. Brown and Fenske advocate.

Motivation. Identifying a goal is usually the easy part; it's achieving it that's hard. Drs. Brown and Fenske offer several suggestions for ways to spark and maintain motivation. For example, when procrastination is a problem, the issue may be that the task at hand seems too big to accomplish. The authors suggest that people first envision or "map" the multiple steps necessary for reaching an ultimate goal, and then concentrate on achieving each step.

Although focusing on such mundane, incremental tasks may seem boring, neuroscience research suggests that commitment to mastering a craft can feel rewarding. Furthermore, this kind of immersion can help a person achieve a state of heightened concentration and pleasure that Dr. Mih�ly Cs�kszentmih�lyi, a leading thinker in the positive psychology field who is now at Claremont Graduate University, has described as "flow."

A small but intriguing study by researchers at the National Institutes of Health, for example, involved professional jazz musicians. Using functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) to scan the brain in action, the investigators found that when the musicians improvised, they displayed interesting patterns of brain activity.

During creative improvisations, the medial prefrontal cortex, an area of the brain involved in the integration of information to support complex goals and aspirations, became more active. Simultaneously, the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, which is often involved in inhibiting behavior and monitoring thinking, became less active. Limbic areas associated with anxiety also quieted. This study may provide a glimpse of the brain "in flow," as the musicians used skills they'd already mastered — playing notes — in new and creative ways.

Focus. It's often difficult to get any work done while at work. Offices are full of distractions: colleagues who need help or just want to talk, phone calls, e-mails that need answering, meetings, and so on. The day, and people's attention, can become fragmented.

The typical response — multitasking — can take a toll on the brain. In a study of 14 participants who underwent fMRI, researchers at Vanderbilt University found that when people try to juggle two tasks at once, a bottleneck occurs in information processing. The posterior lateral prefrontal cortex, a part of the brain that is involved in decision making, delayed one task until the other was complete.

Another study, by researchers at the University of California, Los Angeles, involved 14 participants (mean age 26) who were asked to learn a task under two conditions. They learned one task without any distractions. Then they learned another task while listening to, and trying to count, a series of beeps. Not surprisingly, their ability to recall how to do the task later on was much better when they learned it without distraction.

Preliminary research suggests that maintaining focus, on the other hand, might help build brain tissue. Researchers at Massachusetts General Hospital conducted MRI studies of people who regularly practice meditation, and found that compared with controls, they had more gray matter (brain cells) in areas associated with attention and sensory processing.

Drs. Brown and Fenske offer practical tips for fostering focus, even in distracting environments. Some may seem obvious, yet few people remember to do them: turn off the cell phone or e-mail, for example. Other tips — such as taking a break or taking a walk — may seem counterintuitive, but do work; shifting from what they call a "hunt it down and kill it" intensity to a more relaxed approach can actually improve ability to focus.

Memory. Drs. Brown and Fenske encourage people to understand that memory can be used proactively, as a way to prepare for the future, not just remember the past. In fact, one of the evolutionary reasons for memory was to provide people with a way to apply lessons learned in the past to current problems or challenges.

In practical terms, Drs. Brown and Fenske suggest that people actively acquire the types of memory that will enable them to perform more efficiently or with more confidence. One example is that of an airline pilot, who drills repeatedly in simulated emergency situations in order to prepare for the possibility of a crash landing.

Several studies suggest that such repetitive practice at a particular task or skill might build brain tissue. One frequently cited study involved London cab drivers. Researchers from University College, London, used MRI scans to compare brains of the cab drivers with those of controls. They found that part of the hippocampus (an area of the brain responsible for navigation and spatial relations) was larger in the cab drivers than in controls. The more experience a cab driver had (as indicated by how long he'd held the job), the larger the hippocampus. In another brain imaging study, researchers at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center found that the motor cortex in 32 professional musicians (including both pianists and string musicians) was larger than in 32 matched controls with no musical training.

Findings such as these suggest that there is some brain basis for the old adage, "practice makes perfect." The idea is to both practice something physically and use imagery repeatedly, thereby gaining skills and confidence that help to improve performance. This approach is one that can be applied in the classroom, the boardroom, or the courtroom.

Brain care

It's also important for people to remember to take care of their brains, even while finding new mental challenges every day. The basics of brain care consist of three things that are also good for the rest of the body: sleep, exercise, and nutrition.

Sleep. Neuroimaging and neurochemistry studies suggest that a good night's sleep helps foster both mental and emotional resilience, while chronic sleep disruptions set the stage for negative thinking and emotional vulnerability.

Exercise. Evidence is growing that physical exercise — always known to be good for the body — also benefits the brain. Aerobic exercise in particular appears to improve several aspects of cognition and brain functioning, both in children and adults.

Nutrition. Several large epidemiological studies have suggested that particular diets — such as those emphasizing vegetables and heart-healthy oils — may also help people maintain cognitive ability. Although such studies do not prove cause and effect, and the research on nutrition is more preliminary than it is for exercise or sleep, the results do provide support for the idea that what people put in their mouths may affect what they do with their minds. If nothing else, a healthy diet is necessary for physical health — which in turn helps the brain function optimally.

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Kitchening chicken breast

2010-07-01T21:23:00.002+08:00

Teacher Attitude

2010-06-30T20:41:00.010+08:00

Ever thought how important teacher attitude is? The importance of motivation skills of a teacher are so valuable!

I'm sure we all have had those teachers who weren't exactly careful with their words and might have hurt our feelings in a way that we still remember after many years. And then there are those who encouraged us and saw the good in us - those are the teachers we remember with love for the rest of our lives.

Here is a short story of such a teacher.

The truck driver was enjoying his meal at a local diner and happened to look towards the door when it opened. That was probably the only reason he ever paid attention to the old lady who came in. She was quite ordinary looking, a little bent, wisps of white hair had escaped from under her hat. She had good clean clothes, a bit old fashioned perhaps, but that was sort of expected from an old lady.

He bit into his hamburger and expected the lady to disappear into one of the booths quietly.

But not this old lady.

There was the sound of running steps and the owner and all the waiters hurried from behind the counter to meet the old lady.

Mrs Cosby! They shouted, How pleased we are to meet you!

The old lady smiled and greeted them all.

Susan, Bob, Alyssa, Carmen… Good to see you all. How have you been? Life has been good to you?

Very good, indeed, Mrs Cosby! Bob, the owner said, Now, let me take your coat.

Very carefully he took the old lady's coat. The truck driver watched with interest. He had never seen a diner owner help anyone out of their coat before. And he had been driving across the country for quite a few years to say the least.

And I shall bring you a little soup first. Then you can decide what it is you wish to eat this time, Alyssa smiled and returned to the kitchen.

But at first I shall tidy up your table! Susan said.

This she did she wiped the table clean and out of nowhere appeared a bright white, clean table cloth. Carmen seemed to pull a vase with a yellow rose from her pocket.

Now you sit down and make yourself comfortable, Mrs Cosby! Bob helped her to sit down, There… Now, what would you like to drink? Water with a touch of lemon?

When Bob passed his table, the truck driver could not resist.

Excuse me…

Yes? Would you like more coffee? Bob asked.

No, thank you, maybe later. I was just wondering… What is so special about the old lady over there?

Teacher attitude, Bob smiled.

Teacher attitude? The truck driver did not believe his ears.

I'll explain soon if you wait, Bob said.

And out of sheer curiosity the truck driver waited, watching in awe how the waiters did everything in their power to make the old lady really enjoy her meal. And when she was finished, Bob refused to take any payment from her. He escorted her to the door and stood there, waving as long as it took for her to reach the corner and turn out of sight.

Then he turned, saw the truck driver and walked to him.

Now, a story about teacher attitude and the importance of motivation, he said and sat down.

Was this Mrs Cosby your teacher then?

Yes, the best one. Though we probably did not make it very easy for her at first… You know how every school seems to have a class that everyone thinks will never graduate? Trouble makers, that's what we were.

Bob smiled.

None of our teachers stayed for long. And so, one morning, the door to the class room opened and a new teacher walked in, yet again. Mrs Cosby. We looked at her and gave her maybe a week. She looked too soft to ever handle us. And we sure gave her a hard time. But she never lost her temper, no matter what we did. And then came the last day of the first month she had been our teacher. That was the day she showed the teacher attitude she became so famous for.

Her teacher attitude? What was so special about her teacher attitude?

She opened her briefcase and took out a bunch of papers. We feared the worst a test. But oh no, it was something that totally surprised us.

Well what was it? The truck driver asked.

Mrs Cosby asked each one of us to come to the front of the class, one by one, and gave us each a paper. In each paper she had written what the student in question had been good at during the last month.

The truck driver looked at Bob,

She showed her teacher attitude by giving you a paper that told you what you were good at? I'm sorry, I don't get it.

If you think about it, you'll get it alright. You see no one had ever believed in us. No one ever liked us. We were constantly told how good-for-nothing we were. And we had started to believe it ourselves. The teacher attitude we had met with before didn't encourage us to believe in ourselves.

And here, suddenly, was someone who had been observing us closely for a month. And a month when we made things as difficult for her as we could, mind you. And yet she could find something positive to say about each and every one of us.

Once she had delivered the papers, she continued with her teaching and for the first time we forgot to make her life miserable.

Someone called Bob and, he excused and left to serve a customer. After a while he returned and continued with his story.

Mrs Cosby did this every month from then on. Each month we got a paper that emphasized our strengths, what we had been good at. I thought no one would ever see anything good about me - I was lousy at school. But she commented on my courage, how punctual I was, how good to settle arguments if I so wanted. And you know what happens when someone keeps telling you what you are good at?

The truck driver shook his head.

Well, you begin to act as if that was true. You start to learn more to be even better, to prove them right.

And so with her positive teacher attitude transformed our class. We did not want to hurt her feelings anymore. We actually started to study. Other students and teachers could not understand what had happened.

And then came the day of our graduation. Yes, we actually graduated. Mrs Cosby hugged each and every one of us, and told us with tears in her eyes how proud she was of us.

My dear children, she said to us, I knew you could make it. I knew how good you were, but it seems you did not know it yourself. Too long you had listened and believed the words of others who thought you were hopeless. And yet, here you are, and you have proved them wrong. This must be the proudest day of my life!

Then she handed each one of us a book. All the encouraging letter through the years were there, in hard covers.

I want you each to keep this book and if ever during your life you feel unworthy, open this and read how good you are. You can be anything you want to be as long as you believe in yourself. Promise me you'll remember that!

Bob sighed.

And we did. She turned a bunch of misfits into people who could achieve great things - because now we believed in ourselves. We went on to fulfil our dreams. Mine was to own a diner and here I am, instead of ruining my life with alcohol and drugs and I was already going that way when Mrs Cosby appeared. So maybe now you understand why that old lady deserves all the respect we can give her.

The truck driver nodded. Then he asked for his bill.

Bob went to get it and when he returned he saw the truck driver talking to his cell phone. Not wanting to disturb he stood at some distance.

Honey? Hi, yes, it is me. You know I thought I would drive home tonight. Yes, I know, it is a long way, but I can make it. You think you might make that special lasagne of yours for me? Yes, I'd really like to have some. You know you should sell that lasagne, it is so good, better than anyone else's! What? Why do I say so? Well because I think so. Just wanted to let you know you are the best lasagne cook I have ever met! You will? Great, see you in the evening! Love you too!

Alyssa saw Bob smiling when he returned.

Let me guess another one for Mrs Cosby?

Yep, Bob laughed.

Alyssa smiled and gave Bob a little kiss on the cheek on her way to pour more coffee to a customer.

You tell about Mrs Cosby to everyone on purpose, I am sure.

Absolutely! That kind of teacher attitude deserves to be spread! And it works, every time. This truck driver just made his wife very happy by telling her what she was good at - making lasagne! Definitely one more point for Mrs Cosby!

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Have it break

2010-06-29T07:18:00.003+08:00

The dream wedding

2010-06-28T21:22:00.043+08:00

A luxurious dream wedding.

That's what usually the end-goal of the entourage as it become a wishing well to any of those turning couple knotting in forever.

Significantly, a wedding would suggest a magnificient-like fairy tale dream scream by everybody. It must do undergo planning within that laborious timeframe set inorder for the brides to meet their wonderful dream wedding.

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The sixth month of the year is the wedding time. I had to hurdle this up for me to have at least an entry as otherwise I am missing already to write anything that is a keepsake in purpose.

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Moreover healthcare

2010-03-30T09:36:00.147+08:00

Ward 101.

Bedside monitor flattens.

Kerfuffle happens at the nursing staff station following the second attack of a pitiful man who has a fearsome stage in Non-small cell lung carcinoma(NSCLC). The pain it brings is thoroughly excruciating him well as if he was put in a glowing redcharcoal condition. It cannot be denied he is in struggle to keep his life for a few more years amid his difficulty with his ailing.

The situation enters in as his breathing slows down and up as attending nurses has priorly smells pretty bad that it come to a point that the normal behaviour of human respiration is not getting its appropriate direction. Everybody is rushing into his wardroom including my serene curiosity as nurses practitioner are hushing in focus to clearing his vital motor signs. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation become a readied protocol in cases nothing options has become available to restart up his heart's abnormal palpitations.

He's back. It was announce.

After somewhat like a Grey Anatomy's recordings, the nurse give him a dosage of Adriamycin and a pain reliever to deviate him in at least in awhile to his very depressing condition. Then after an hour of careful observation, nursing head declared his manifestation a temporary vital sign back to stable. The head of the station is supposedly to call his attending physician but because the situation cooperates well with the application of nursing care, they had decided to leave it to the healthy lifeline the bedside monitoring apparatus depicts.

The man was save again from the attack with the assitance of the ventilator the Interventional Pulmonologist required him to have during his first emergency Intensive Care Unit(ICU) falldown weeks gone by as his recovery was not that bad enough for him to prolong himself for another day at the critical room in hospital. Still he was stuck to a very unpredictable health occurrences.

He was moved to Ward 101.

His been their lying for two months already after having system down, weak and unable to give breath in normal weighing below to his age body mass index as he also showing signs of hemoptysis together with his only child Alliyah who stands estimated at the age of twenty. I peep up with curiosity over at it as I had to take in a duty as a caregiver in an old man from Glensdale, Arizona who suffers Systemic lupus erythematosus and I stand to be the eye account testimony of all the circumstances happening considering the relationship of my work to his vital needs at beside his leftside wardroom. We came in one week before his confinement and I know he was really bleeding and hurting. I remembered my mom's story in this somewhat carbon copied situation as she also had battled in easing the burden as she was inflicted with a horrifying breast cancer, the feeling she was having in almost the same hospital situation.

But then it awakens me up and stings up that I am at...

The Kingman Regional Medical Center situated at 3269 Stockton Hill Road as it become his official healthing place whenever he has emergency or during the consulting period since the day he transferred away from his parents. The hospital is considered a non-profit community managed by local leaders whose aim is to draft a corporate organization that would grind in hospital low payment controlling. And for that, the government of Arizona exempt them from paying income taxes in keeping their tradition of providing low cost yet care's and equipments are none far behind big hospitals in the county.

Before I came in, I checked in the resources of the hospital as my eyes is consuming most of their displayed muebles, the admitting, the inpatients and outpatients department to their different wards and offices. They've got the complete facility for a the growing demands of health care facilitation as they had accreditations too.

In a very strange way as I walk over at the marbled floor of the corridor of the hospital, I meet his special pulmonary doctor which heights just on my level dressing in his elegant Giorgio Armani white vest hung over with khahi pants together with his stethoscope snaked over his neck. I started to offer a short talk all about him and it was my learning that his life together with his medical history is feeding me sadly as he has already has a crumpled health degree as he was carrying right now.

And his doctor chats with me like this...

He is Mr. Roman Smidth born at Iowa City, Iowa. Within his life, the 57 year old midclass man became a part of a US furniture company situated along the 160000 North Scottsdale Road Scottsdale, Arizona. He holds to be the part of the wood sawyers fixing a daily average of a hundred of woods lacquering and polishing in his everyday workloads. He earns minimal as he has to feed his only daughter with him in his mortage property at Page, Arizona as he got a divorce with his classy unemployed but its aura is such an expensive sexy wife that he himself can't afford of giving off a lavish spoilage to some luxuries his wife demands. They then, after five years of going in together settled for a divorce living the resposibility of the child to him as his ex-wife rides on with a rich bussinessman in Paris, Tennessee. After then, no sounds of communication happen to the two not even saying hello to their daughter Alliyah. Mr. Smidth did not give a slamcare, anyhows. The weather outside has to feel its gratitude...

♫ Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum, ♫ What's wrong with me?, ♫ Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum, ♫ Why do I feel like this?, ♫ Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum, ♫ I'm going crazy now, ♫ Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum...

The facing we had was interrupted in a moment as Dr. Tyne's personal iPhone 3G mobile sounded in a ringtone of Rihanna's “Disturbia” over his sidepocket belt and I added in my thought that the doctor is in the wave of the current music the youngs mostly adored though the doctor is already in the age of total maturity as he is already in forty's but looked physically in thirty because of his flawless maintained skin grain.

It was his wife's 3G video call.

There it opens up more on my being that he has a leading Filipina doctor pediatrist wife residencing at the UC Davis Children's Hospital specializing at Neonatal ward for six years since the US immigration has approved Dr. Vanjessa's appeal to turn her up into an able naturalized citizen of America in dual citizenship. His wife was been considered the pillar of children's health at the hospital because of her dedication to the profession she give in and her attitude towards her fellow as she was known to be hospitable and down to earth. She received certificates of trainings and diploma at Stanford School of Medicine's Graduate Medical Education(GME) atop of her bachelor's program prior to her joining to the prestigious hospital. His wife hurdles tough UC competitive medical examination and because of her University of the Philippines College of Medicine educational background and to her achievement as a top to her degree licensure, she passed it all with flying colors. Dr. Tyne become a proud husband to his wife, conclusively.

They were tied for three strong years a few year after Dr. Tyne statusly widowed his wife in a horrible plane accident and as for awhile their fate knotted in at a Medical Conference Forum held at Harvard Lowell Hall Complex for a very rare expectations. They braced in just a pure luck as Dr. Tyne is supposedly to cancel his appointment to the event due to the emergency call he received early that dawn in his patient at the hospital. But because the call was reverted in advised that the patient is already okay, he drove in speed with his Toyota Lexus he brought few months ago which then triggers him to be on the late lists more than in the scheduled time at the forum. He ask somebody to usher him in and then the magic spells in between, their eyes met putting them both in a love at first sight phenomenon.

Dr. Tyne was ecstatic after his wife inform him the truth that she is positive. Positive in her pregnancy test though they attempt to suspect it already. But just to officially confirm, Dr. Vanjessa must call his husband as they will have to celebrate the welcoming of their forthcoming baby in a fine dining restaurant somewhere in Beverly Hills, California, the place they usually had to date in.

Our conversation continues as I feel comfortable knowing that he has a partner's blood same as the once flowing in my veins. The healthcare incentives was the next topic that Mr. Smidth has to supposedly consume after he push the endcall of his iPhone 3G as our talk blooms more that it flew in like this manner...

What he had to care is on how he can lend a health care benefit suited in his capability. But because he is just an ordinary worker, his wage is not totally enough to impart a health care plan same as his colleage who also has doesn't have. His parents are old enough to keep him on as the distance is quite far from Iowa City, Iowa to 1,407 miles trip to Page, Arizona, Mr. Smidth's aboding place. His vices are only to feed his physically impaired child Alliyah yet has the capacity to help him in the meanest or smallest way and the addiction to cigarette which he could finished three packs twenty four hours a day.

Smidth's family is living in with all their independences. That is why he has that hard pride that can't just be eaten by his shame if he ask any support for his family since their separation is quite been in a bad gap and was not properly closed in. He just want to prove that he can fulfill his living by its bear hands.

Lodlaw Fine Furniture, the company he was in with hasn't have access to Occupational Safety and Health Standards as their workers are exposed to health threats as particle inhalation, somewhat lack the PPE or the Personal Protective Equipment which gives security to foreign bodies and they who are prone to always do the stretching and lifting tons which thereby cause their employees to admit of having work after-residue like muscle numbness and physical tiring. Process improvement plan should be an inclusion to their management styles and the upliftment of workers work comfort should be in their primary agenda.

Meanwhile, the hospital's receiving area, its pharmacy together with the billing collection area is built in a well furnished bariatic waiting chair which provide comfort to the patients representatives who are doing business transactions and varieties of medicine's slide into the hole while the surroundings was waxed in with a white color paint added with ornamental plants positioned in its posts and a canvass paintings made by some artists in the county. It has also a wide fifty six inches plasma TV screen bolded with a four lettered characters as it suggests a Japanese product printed in the lower part of the monitor mounted in wall alike hi fidelity Sony Bravia as completes the whole structure of the place.

All of the eyes was lock on the progress of the healthcare Pres. Obama is announcing together his some fellow Democrats who scripted the unified bill that was inked at the White House while the high end plasma TV was turn on...

Oppps... Wait, have that pen park first and consider this...

Where was actually the moreover healthcare vortex?

The three entity would come in through in accordance to every situation it may clearly distinguish from the healthcare reality. That even if you are a journalist commanded by Mark Thompson, a secretary under Press Secretary Robert Gibbs or a judiciary official under the gavel of Judge Sonya Sotomayor the application of the same come up to be the standard of quality living and to health sad appallations. And its a commitment in every state to give off better in service and to be a legend in their role to be the best in statemanship.

Observe.

The childhood years of Mr. Smidth brings him up in a very scratchy and lively move. He plays normally with the rest of the youngs while he learns to go with the peer during his high school days. He learn to go on with smoking with them without the knowledge of his parents up until he can't live without it that he cannot put any single stick wherever he go.

And because of his abandonement of his parent's commandments, he have to separate himself with the rest of his siblings as it become an ordeal to him. His friends wrong influence sends him to accomplish his educational attainment in the least and in the long run he meet his wife in Arizona as well as it offers him the door of minimum opportunity to start up his broken pieces of life puzzle in which his wife referred him to Lodlaw Fine Furniture up until his aging to the way he was right now.

Implement.

Self-centered health importance. Individual health is not mandated you to be as such. Like Mr. Smidth, he rejoice to be with this vices that later on become one of the reasons of his suffering. It's an individual stance, nothing can dictate you of what you can and what you can't do to make your life happy. You will not be deprived of drinking alcohol the whole 360 days for as long as you can stand to the point of your reasons of taking in by not making up the word self-impotence.

Employeer's care platform. Company who doesn't subject themselves to the standard of health principle that will surmise a part of their government obligation to cope up and comply. They must provide exact fringe benefits such as health insurances since and after all the health of their employees reflects on what do they get inside the span of working time, and to the rest of their age becoming. Pre-existing conditions are apart of the term for benefits that should not be the reasons that affect health availment. Same as the exposure to dust, it is a venerable truth of implications complicating more Mr. Smidth's lungs as it serves as a pair of breathing organs located with the chest which remove carbon dioxide from and bring oxygen to the blood. The right and left lung are both rotten by the cancer cells Mr. Smidth illness has which fly to worst. Each corporate should have the facility and the capability to offer each working proponents in assuming a clean environment mostly pertaining to health issues.

State's health mastery. The purpose of the government then gives the lookout of the two. Smidth's condition in here is that he was not getting any health care plan that his wage can't afford, too. Its a government place to turn on penalties to those who are not participating and they can have checked it in through a constant ocular inspection. The medical team headed by the interventional pulmonologist Dr. Tyne's assist the convoluntary following the treatment of the dreaded case of Mr. Roman in his fight against lung cancer in the case study presented above would cleary juxtaposed the role of the government as well as the other two components. It works on by its rearways. What's the difference of the Health Care Bill passed? Health care should have to regenerate a return of investment use to survive other branches and I believe it will be riding up like the fastest train in China.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Dr. Tyne's hospital issued beeper buzz in. The rich conversation we had currently faze by it as he read the message at the screen display. It flashes in my understanding that Ward 101 need his unwavering presence as his face fills in to me like his been urgently called.

Head nurse are pressing in at Mr. Smidth in CPR at his hospital bed for that real bad health complications as it has to necessitate a life support respirator for him to pump up his breathing cycles but it turns him down.

Dr. Tyne's open the door.

Mr. Smidth's care's over.

Twentieth centurys' last Earth's spin

2009-12-31T20:30:00.167+08:00

It's 23.44°.

I know its an angle, I know that it can be done by using protractors, I know it is a wide expression in any branches of Engineering and in Mathematical Geometry, and minimal from sciences as I know most of you know it too. Its not all about lecturing of whether what is it or to where we can utilize it for that is really isn't my total aggressive purpose.

Moreover, it is in my thought that some of you didn't know that the angle mentioned is all about the world we live in. And I guess this is where you'll be getting interested with.

Yes it is, I swear.

It is actually on what and how we are inclined over these galactic universe. Same as human does, inclination has been considered the point of the discuss throw as it target to aim far in exchange to a provocative price as athletics in the Olympics may have. That eventhough people makes the world as 90° as it really can't be, it is only the engineers thought that it can be claim as they can manage to pencil it over their planners.

As to make it concrete and concise, global crisis is just one of those few inclinations as it can draw direct relationship over these combined hyperbolic-personification-simile paraphrases retained during my span of my little learning years over these past few months.

Going back with the earth's angle, it then became a theory that Earth's axial tilt returns back in its original place of spinning as we have to conclude the decade with a thrift smile as the world is still in scorch with a "pale economy" as if it is looming to fade though optimist provide a better impact to the society. I had read few articles about one of the most interesting subjects in life , the field of Astronomy. Its basic, earth revolves around the sun to what we call a year as it spins its axis to what we call a day.

US Treasury, on the otherhand, have said that the recovery would not come as early as people would expect, it would come together with the process as there was already rigorous infliction of solutions the US economic team have done to road back the economy into its place. Well, it can't be denied, United States holds the power of regaining it as everybody is attached to it. They possess that strong economic stereotype that if they stumble, a domino effect would take place to the rest.

As the earth have to begin with its new spin, many are ambitious enough to think that the next century would be as easy as it can be handle as the past. I have to pin my thought on that. That is why I prefered to select to be on the last spin as I believe I am fortunate enough to be at it as century had to begin another dimensional array of challenges. The world is ready to confront it for sure.

I had still few hours remaining that is why I need to be in hurry as I want to leave no foul footprints as I want a clean beginning over the shift of time in accordance to what the inclination has to offer. And whatever those inclinations be, I just hope it is still on the way of what God wants me to become and not to the way I force to possess.

Actually, I did plan about this as I have posted a shoutout in one of my maintained social network sites that, "So what's now? Actually I am in thought encapsulating. I have to prepare my last hooray over my blog before the year ends. Sat 07:19 PM" as part of my eagerness to be with my long time pad to express what is in my deep.

But then...

There is a reverse of the plan. Its reverse is so much accidental as I had inserted over my unpredictable mind the results of these article. What was supposedly the style is to innovate creative writing through involving fictional with the real course of action that is really been happening all the decade or just in the year. As if I am in a movie theater watching the scenes that was my life was the once taken into film.

It was that long time ago that I was not able to share views over the web most especially to my blog but these are the few that really captures me within the year. Whatever I have made is just merely a part of "Christian's Repertoire" as I have to be baptised my works as it is. If President Obama has what they call "Obama's Doctrine" during his well-lauded speech in his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance, I should have made my own brand too. That is why "Christian's Repertoire" should exist.

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While I am comfortably sitting on the ergonomically designed swivel chair hunting over web for a knowledge, Tiger Woods leads the headline to one of the search site I usually gained access with. Tiger Woods is just one that was hit with what this factors of inclination meant above. As the news was in progress, it became somewhat like a Brownian motion as it spread rapidly his "transgression" case as he then voluntarily accepted his faults in a very manly behavior. He has that sports power and ability as I have to definitely say, he is one of my most admired in the sports arena. As we had this life inclination, Tiger Woods deserved to live his life privately.

Time greeted me to go back to work as I am still eager to feed my thirst of knowledge while it came on my mind a happy thoughts to the company I worked with. I have said so much already to it as if I am selling them to the international audience and I know it is enough. As so far, the works that I am doing is just a very short review of the synonymous terms and processes to my previous Taiwan employment. But whats my wish is that they can gain up international accreditation or be a part of US trading system as I think the company has the capacity to dominate the world of display technology. The website should have to look prestigious and expensive as their employees are just watched by international giants hoping for a possible business ventures.

Geographically, I am seeing Taiwan to be as prosperous as it has today in the coming new spins. They had the machineries and the technology and I believe all works well into the right place. Just recently, Taiwan raked third in world best job rankings surveyed by forbes.com. It is already a good exposure to the country to have as such. Its parent country China was hailed as an economic performer and as I have said, they will continue to growl the world with a very good edge and advantage.

Bang!

Firecrackers are starting to explode as I am hearing it outside the place of network accession. I remembered the perfect cone Mayon volcano in the Philippines as it was reported that the volcanic activity is flowing as time is near to come for the volcano to explode. It must be a big firecracker then but what just I have seen over my homeland is still a dim as it is. Most of the causes is all about culture and attitude, a straightforward statement. But let us just see how the results of the election would change the hopeless case of the problems befacing the country.

President Obama is part of this spin. The honorable president had worked so much to mend what is suppose to be mend. And I am wishing him the best that he can be. As his recent visit to China is taken up well as they have made a clear pact of their respective ties dashing it also into a strong relationship to the world's leaders. It is one of the most remarkable movement he has been in becoming the universal president upon his days of the first convoy of his Asia's sojourn.

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I did turn off the CPU and leave the station immediately. But before I have to end my discussion, "Happy New Year world!".

A story to live by

2009-09-02T19:24:00.006+08:00

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."

I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.

I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing.

I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.

"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.

It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days.Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.

I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.

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Ann Wells, Los Angeles Times, spiritual-endeavors.org

INC grieves leader's loss

2009-09-01T19:08:00.100+08:00

Quezon City, Philippines - The live telecast made by a local news arm of ABS-CBN consequently open me up with this article and I found it much more comprehensive in their updates to the current happenings of the country most especially the talk of the fastcoming national elections and the breaking news of the loss of the INC church leader, I was interested to further the conversation of the latter rather than the first one.

I am suppose to torch the opulent idea to the many that the church had tremendously extend their help to those who are seeking spiritual perfectness and that it could be a sad fact that the works of the minister would never be felt the same again as it was reported the loss of a pivotal spiritual leader Bro. Eraño de Guzman Manalo which happens to be the man known to have chased the footstep of his father Felix Y. Manalo whom was been called "the last messenger" and converted to become an essential tool to form a Filipino church values, following the church establishment in the Philippines during the World War in 1914. At 84, Ka Erdy dies in cardiopulmonary arrest at his home yesterday at exactly 3:54 pm. His body at peace was brought in place at the INC Church Central Temple in Commonwealth Avenue for its members public viewing.

Bro. Manalo is the one responsible in propagation of the teachings of the Church not just in its root place in the Philippines but worldwidely including the Jerusalem where Jesus starts to crawl his evangelical teachings to the people. INC is considered to be one of the powerful flock most expecially during the exercise to the right of suffrage since they undergo a solid block voting or to their famous unity votes with their millions of members and that the Iglesia ni Cristo claims the largest independent church in Asia. His leadership is a great loss to the organization.

The church earns great praises to the many since they are known to its well-disciplined members up unto the way the church held its worship services wherein solemnity, decency and nobility in teachings are properly observed in their well funded Neogothic church designs, a structure built to put more the value of holiness during God's days and thankgivings.

One of their main religious strongholds is that they are so much compact to believe that only those who belongs to the church is the only one who will enjoy the salvation during the second coming of the Jesus which they had testimonized it in the content of the bible in Romans 16:16 which says, "Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the churches of Christ send greetings. ", a thing that can't be refuted that the bible recognizes the Church of Christ as the only church mentioned in the holy scriptures, the one real church.

The church became my home since I gained earthly wisdom up until I had just personally eloped the organization while I need to sacrifice the one most important life structure that my mother inherited in me due to the reasons that I suppose to believed and can understand. It haunt me much knowing the fact that while I am in the truth nothing secures my personal attitude compared to what the church stands for, that is why.

The church is so influential that most of my theological upbringing grows a majority of sixty percent and that the rest would be a learning on the sideways. The importance of unity is one that left up to now in my struggle to reform the world that is why I am advocating it the way the church does which conclusively they become successful.

I am allocating my space for him here since the church that he leads is a follower like me as part of being a member to the organization which became my past that I never regretted with of being one since it created more on spiritual basis of my humanhood formation. And it is just worthy that the government should declare its sympathy by simply recognizing the advantage of the church since the Iglesia Ni Cristo is bringing the banner of the country and that was adapted by millions of devotee of any races throughout the different continents.

Ka Erdy is the emblem of God's existence, envisioning to commission and teach the world with what the only bible has.

To God be in his soul!

A review of Sen. Ted Kennedy

2009-08-28T16:03:00.084+08:00

While I am enjoying that very dumb silence of the place I have, news broke it out while knowing that Kennedy cuts his life short in a brain cancer at 77. On my bench, I can't let this pass without noting the good man in the US Senate Edward M. Kennedy for I am always been considering myself a collector of in good faith individuals. All that was printed on my mind that I can't have it into words was posted here and it is just a matter of allowing myself to a different kind of indescribable ecstatic feelings and that it results into a literary architecture I can ever redefined.

Kennedy.

I was nailed and soaked to the surname for awhile while I am trying to digest the lost of a really good man in the world of politics. Later on, it cleared on my thought how majestic the clan is and was one of those who believed that the family was destined to be in public service as it shows, it narrowed. One thing that enters in flash with my thought is nonetheless the 35th US President John Fitzgerald Kennedy which history conforms that he was brutally attacked with a bullets by his assassin's and was credited to be the youngest man elected President and the youngest to die. And for an additional information of everybody, the president also is the one who brained the historic Apollo moon landings.

Kennedy's clan deserved the highest distinction they should be for they served the office with what is a the real meaning of being a politician in truth that they soulfully sworn in. It is just as seldom as that, as seldom as that to happen that the clan somewhat managed to monopolized US politics in a very positive way as its output give a great outlook on the waywards of hope for those who are in need of their ready hand; that is why they were loved, they stayed in the position, and more imperatively they left a legacy far beyond the needs of just being in their standing.

Its Kennedy's clan trademarks.

It is none preventive that it stabbed my heart during the time that President Obama made a speech in one event of his inaugural ball which also happened the seizure of the senator in his brain cancer fight and that the words he said would be nearly like this, "... a part of myself is with him...", the tears in my eyes is cracking, I am that easy to collaborate most especially to emotional aspects.

Sen. Ted Kennedy and to the rest of the "Kennedians"(the Kennedy family members) is impossible to replicate. How can US citizen forget his applaudable works in the senate when in fact he composed his own advocacy that he believed in and that it is a government obligation to provide easy access to quality education and that the slogan No Child Left Behind Act was successfully implemented into law, a resolution to clear up illegal immigration issues, built thousands of job opportunities and equality to immigrants and the natural born citizens in acquiring benefits to health care and to the rest of those substantial laws within. He also rallied in support to give all people a chance a better living in his programs that would increase wages of the very ordinary workers.

As an add up to a website I visited it stated that, Senator Kennedy has long been a champion of civil rights, beginning with assisting in getting the Civil Rights Act of 1964 enacted, and tackling the more recent aspects of the civil rights issue in 1991, which included increasing rights and protections, as well as granting women the right to a full place in the United States military. In 1980, he also proposed additional civil rights acts for institutionalized Americans and refugees.

It is just his very fractional part of his vital works he often shared and that there would be more that I am no longer qualified for my very own scrutiny.

Venturing more into his biography, Edward M. Kennedy reigns third longest-serving official in the United States Senate, born at St. Margaret's Hospital at Boston, Massachusetts and the youngest of the nine children. He received his law education at the University of Virginia which he accomplished it in 1959.

He is God's unique masterpiece.

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Headaches: Reduce stress to prevent the pain

2009-08-11T15:07:00.004+08:00

You're late. You can't find your keys. You're not prepared for your breakfast meeting. And the dog just tracked mud through the living room. No wonder you have a headache.

Headaches are more likely to occur when you're stressed. In fact, stress is the most common headache trigger. But you don't need to give stress the upper hand. Take simple steps to manage your stress — and help keep your headaches at bay.

The daily grind

The stress of a major life event — the birth of a baby, the death of a loved one, a career change, a divorce — is undeniable. But it's not necessarily this type of stress that triggers headaches. Instead, it's the everyday irritants — searching for lost papers, sitting in traffic, tolerating petty annoyances at work — that may erode your ability to cope. For some people, this triggers headaches.

Stress hormones can alter the level of certain chemicals in the brain, which may contribute to headaches as well. If you tense your muscles, grind your teeth or stiffen your shoulders in response to stress, you may only make your headaches worse.

Stop the cycle

You can't avoid daily stress. But you can keep stress under control — which can help prevent headaches. Consider these tips:

Simplify your life. Rather than looking for ways to squeeze more activities or chores into the day, leave some things out. Ask yourself what really needs to be done, what can wait and what can be dropped entirely. It's OK to say no occasionally.

Manage your time wisely. Update your to-do list every day — both at work and at home. Delegate what you can, and break large projects into manageable chunks. Tackle the rest one task at a time.

Be prepared. Organize your day ahead of time. Anticipate challenges. Try to keep your plan flexible, in case a headache strikes and you need to change course.

Let go. Don't worry about things you can't control.

Adjust your attitude. If you find yourself thinking, "This can't be done," snap back to attention. Think instead, "This will be tough. But I can make it work." Putting a positive spin on negative thoughts can help you work through stressful situations.

Relax. Set aside time for yourself every day, even if it's only a few minutes. When you feel your muscles begin to tense, breathe deeply. Inhale to the count of six, pause for a second and then slowly exhale.

Take a break. If you feel overwhelmed, take some time to clear your mind. A few slow stretches or a brisk walk may renew your energy for the task at hand. Or take a mental vacation. Imagine yourself in a calm, relaxing place.

Exercise regularly. Exercise is a proven way to prevent — and sometimes treat — headaches. Exercise also provides a break from the stress of daily life. Be careful to warm up slowly. Sudden, intense exercise can cause headaches.

Eat smart. A diet rich in fruits, vegetables and whole grains can give you more energy — plus the fuel you need to keep stress under control.

Laugh. Humor is a great way to relieve stress. Laughter releases endorphins, natural substances that help you feel better and maintain a positive attitude.

Change the pace. Occasionally break away from your routine and try something new. A vacation or weekend getaway may help you develop a new outlook.

Recognize when it's more than stress

Most headaches are nothing to worry about. But if headaches disrupt your daily activities, work or personal life, ask your doctor for help. You may be stressed, but perhaps there's something else going on as well.

Seek emergency care if your headache:

Is sudden and severe
Accompanies a fever, stiff neck, rash, confusion, seizure, double vision, weakness, numbness or difficulty speaking
Follows a head injury, fall or bump
Gets worse despite rest and over-the-counter pain medication

These signs and symptoms may indicate a medical condition that needs prompt treatment.

Adapted Article:

mayoclinic.com

onLaw: International Copyright Basics

2009-08-10T14:06:00.017+08:00

So as to know more on the laws of the land, I have to consider learning the basics on it. As I am looking forward with rights, rules and law, I am collating common significant terms for future uses and benefits. I have to go first with international law since and for all the area of responsibility would be for the assistance to wherever place it may deem to be. It's a new coaching, so be with me as I am stepping another field and that is the beauty of knowing personally the law that would guide us to humanity rights.

So prepare yourself as from now on as I will be embedding few of these rules in international laws that became the criterion to all the magistrate in any branches of court globally. Primarily as of this moment, I will open up with the basics of international copyright law in cooperation with the website findlaw.com, let's explore them, love them, learn where is your just in times you need them.

The Primer

There is no such thing as an "international copyright" that will automatically protect an author's writings throughout the world. Protection against unauthorized use in a particular country basically depends on the national laws of that country. However, most countries offer protection to foreign works under certain conditions which have been greatly simplified by international copyright treaties and conventions. There are two principal international copyright conventions, the Berne Union for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Property (Berne Convention) and the (Universal Copyright Convention (UCC)).

The United States became a member of the Berne Convention on March 1, 1989. It has been a member of the UCC since September 16, 1955. Generally, the works of an author who is a national or domiciliary of a country that is a member of these treaties or works first published in a member country or published within 30 days of first publication in a Berne Union country may claim protection under them. There are no formal requirements in the Berne Convention. Under the UCC, any formality in a national law may be satisfied by the use of a notice of copyright in the form and position specified in the UCC. A UCC notice should consist of the symbol © (C in a circle) accompanied by the year of first publication and the name of the copyright proprietor (example: © 1995 John Doe). This notice must be placed in such manner and location as to give reasonable notice of the claim to copyright. Since the Berne Convention prohibits formal requirements that affect the "exercise and enjoyment" of the copyright, the United States changed its law on March 1, 1989 to make the use of a copyright notice optional. U.S. law however, still provides certain advantages for use of a copyright notice; for example, the use of a copyright notice can defeat a defense of "innocent infringement."

Even if the work cannot be brought under an international convention, protection may be available in other countries by virtue of a bilateral agreement between the U.S. and other countries or under specific provision of a country's national laws.

An author who wishes copyright protection for his or her work in a particular country should first determine the extent of protection available to works of foreign authors in that country. If possible, this should be done before the work is published anywhere, because protection may depend on the facts existing at the time of first publication.

There are some countries that offer little or no copyright protection to any foreign works. For current information on the requirements and protection provided by other countries, it may be advisable to consult an expert familiar with foreign copyright laws. The U.S. Copyright Office is not permitted to recommend agents or attorneys or to give legal advice on foreign laws.

Adapted Article:

smallbusiness.findlaw.com

Dealing with Alzheimer's Disease

2009-08-09T14:44:00.008+08:00

By now, everyone is familiar with Alzheimer’s Disease (AD), a progressive disease of the brain that causes thinking and memory to become seriously impaired. However, despite the awareness of Alzheimer’s, the disease is still a little misunderstood.

More than just memory loss

In the early stages, the disease manifests as nothing more than mild forgetfulness, a problem that most people shrug off as a natural (and at times almost humorous) consequence of growing old. Soon, however, a person’s ability to understand, think and even communicate is affected. Behaviors may change and so too may emotions and mood. Topping it off, physical coordination and mobility may suffer, affecting an individual’s ability to perform even the simplest of daily tasks. The result can place a ton of pressure on the affected person’s family or caregiver.

Family burden -- the unseen

As many as 5.3 million people in the United States are currently living with Alzheimer’s. With more than 95% of those with AD being 65 or older, round-the-clock care is almost a necessity nowadays. This type of care, however, translates into one of two things, and more often both: stress and money.

The average lifetime cost of caring for someone with AD is $174,000. Broken down by year, this can amount to anywhere from $18,000 to upwards of $36,000, depending on the severity of symptoms. While the health care system will absorb some of these costs, look to the family to foot about 75% of that bill. But there’s more than just cold hard cash to consider when caring for someone with Alzheimer’s -- there’s stress, there’s tension, there’s conflict, and more. These are the unseen consequences of mental disease.

What to expect

While the burden of Alzheimer’s remains largely unseen, having a grasp on what to expect can go a long way toward lessening the impact of this disease.

Although early symptoms are manageable, as the disease progresses activities that most of us can easily perform on a day-to-day basis may become challenging to an AD patient. Daily tasks like bathing, dressing, eating, going to the bathroom, and falling asleep may require assistance. Even simple visits of someone with Alzheimer’s can quickly become a nightmare. Just imagine how you would feel having a loved one be unable to recognize who you are. It’s not just forgetfulness --- hostility, confusion and even hallucinations or delusions can afflict the typical patient.

Moving beyond issues regarding simple care, difficult decisions will undoubtedly creep to the forefront. Case in point: driving. At some point, the decision will need to be made that someone with AD can no longer drive; such a decision will likely fall on the shoulders of the family. Times like these will require communication, planning and honesty to prevent a meltdown.

For many caregivers, however, there comes a point when they are no longer able to take care of loved ones at home. Choosing the best residential or nursing home then becomes a priority -- a decision that no one enjoys.

Despite the somewhat gloomy outlook portrayed above, with each passing day, hope for a cure becomes stronger.

Future cure?

A while back, AM introduced you to the notion that there may soon be treatments that will actually reverse the disease progression of AD as opposed to merely delaying the onset of symptoms like current treatments do. In the next five to seven years we may even see a vaccine. Yep, that’s right, a vaccine for Alzheimer’s. Given the current advancements in brain research and the speed at which this field of research is progressing, AD may one day be a thing of the past.

Since AD is a commonly occurring disease, thankfully there are a ton of resources online. If a loved one is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, be sure to do some upfront research. Keep the family calm and willing to share responsibilities if in fact you choose to care for the affected person at home.

Adapted Article:

askmen.com / Jacob Franek

Someone to care for

2009-08-08T15:11:00.004+08:00

My friend Natalie can't see the point in you. She says that all you do is burp, fart, dribble, grin inanely and emit a series if unintelligible noises. Admittedly she hasn't seen you at your best, but I still think that's a little harsh.

The first time Natalie came to visit you were asleep on your back, gurgling little spit bubbles, a thin strand of drool running down your chin. Natalie just stared at you as if you were a creature from another planet. She made no secret of the fact that she wasn't impressed.

The second time she came to visit you crawled across the carpet towards her and vomited on her expensive new shoes. I tried to make light of it, explaining that it's mainly just liquid and wipes off easily, but she really did look quite appalled.

Natalie likes being a career woman, rushing between meetings in her power suit, clutching her Starbucks Coffee and her laptop. She's never wanted a husband or a baby, but if she could see you on a good day I'm sure she'd feel differently. If she could see the way you clap your hands and squeal with excitement when Scooby-Doo comes on the telly then she'd find you just as adorable as I do.

Instead she thinks you're smelly and have a strange shaped head. She looked revolted when I said you like putting your toes in your mouth, and finds it disturbing that you're always staring greedily at my breasts. It upsets her even more when you stare greedily at her breasts. I tried to explain that you're a man and that's what men do, but she wasn't having any of it.

If I'm honest, I think you could have made a bit more of an effort when Natalie first visited our house. I know it was the morning after Spongey's stag do, but I thought you could have at least lugged yourself into the bedroom instead of lying sprawled on the sofa in a curly wig, a pair of women shoes and a t-shirt with a photo of Spongey's bare bottom on the front. If you'd had some trousers on it might not have been so bad. Natalie and I were comfortable enough perched on the wooden chairs, but it was quite distracting to have you snoring over our conversation, and I think Natalie was a bit uncomfortable when you started mumbling and fiddling with yourself.

When Natalie left, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a look of pity before rushing off for an appointment with her personal trainer, I removed your stilettos, covered you with a blanket and wiped the drool from your chin. Later, when you woke up screaming about a pain in your head which you assumed must be a brain hemorrhage, I gently explained that you had simply consumed an excessive amount of alcohol. I then sat by your side, holding your hand and stroking your forehead in a bid to reassure you. Three days later when you had recovered, I firmly reiterated this link between lager and suffering and said I hoped you had learnt your lesson. You looked ashamed, said you wouldn't do it again and then promptly went out and got wasted.

I'd secretly hoped that things would be better the next time Natalie came to visit. I thought she might like you better if you had your trousers on and were conscious. To be fair you didn't let me down on either of those counts, but if I'm going to be picky then I wish you'd been sober and hadn't vomited on her.

I assumed that when I told you she was coming for dinner you would come home from the pub before ten o'clock, but of course you bumped into Spongey down at the Queens Head and the two of you decided to celebrate the fact that you were wearing the same socks. I understand how important these things are to you, and I do appreciate the fact that you phoned me from the pub six times with a string of terrible excuses, but could you not have come for the Chicken Chasseur I had prepared? Instead you fell through the front door three hours late, addressed Natalie as Bob, crawled towards her on all fours and then chucked up all over her feet. It wiped off just as I said it would, but I don't think that made Natalie like you any better.

Once Natalie had left - which she did at great pace - I cleared up the mess and sat you down at the kitchen table. You clutched my fingers tightly and tried to put one of them in your mouth, mistaking it for the digestive biscuit I offered you. I should have been furious, but when you grinned stupidly at me, your mouth surrounded by biscuit crumbs, my heart softened and I forgave you. At the end of the day, however badly you behave, you're mine and I still love you.

I can understand why Nathalie thinks you're an idiot, but it's easy for her to judge. She already has everything she ever desired. I never wanted the impressive job title, the sports car or the big flashy house. All I ever really wanted was to be a mother. You might not be the most sophisticated man in the world, but you have a good heart and all the other necessary parts to help me fulfill that dream.

I know exactly why having a baby is so important to me: I want someone I can take care of. I find it incredible that another flailing, helpless human being could rely on me to look after them. Babies are so utterly incapable of looking after themselves, so dependent on others for their well being. From their failure to control their bodily functions to their inability to use their tiny undeveloped brains, they are so completely useless without someone to care for them. I want to be needed like that.

Natalie says I don't need a baby to fulfill my dream. She says I'm already there.

I have no idea what she means. I just don't think these career women understand.

Adapted Article:

eastoftheweb.com

Sotomayor assumes US highest tribunal

2009-08-07T13:58:00.047+08:00

Washington D.C., United States - It's been that week passed when I am just following the story of how United States would go on the debate of Pres. Obama's candidate to the highest tribunal as they have finally voted out to give Yale Law School scholar Sonia Maria Sotomayor the beat to the post after both camps have argued greatly in her capacity to exhaust equality to her judgments and that as an aftermath Democrats and Republicans unanimously rated 68 - 31 favorable to letting her assume the historic first Hispanic Supreme Court as nine of the Republican oppositionists joined Democrats in the history celebration. She is the 111th on that highly contested post.

Judge Sotomayor's life story is a rekindling one.

She is a Bronx baby in an administrative district in New York City as she was raised up by her Puerto Rican parents who got hitched during World War II. In her years at Princeton University it was remembered as her total struggle since she was observed to be weak in her writing and vocabulary skills including the ancient classics. It didn't give Sotomayor the discouragement but instead she put it up as a challenge that she need to overcome as she is developing her skills, knowledge, and confidence. She received almost all A's in her final two years of college and that when she wrote her 178-page thesis at Princeton bannering the title, "La Historia Ciclica de Puerto Rico: The Impact of the Life of Luis Muñoz Marin on the Political and Economic History of Puerto Rico, 1930–1975", it won her honorable mention for the Latin American Studies Thesis Prize. She was accorded with an A.B. and that became an aspiring summa cum laude at the school, her life-turning experience at Princeton.

She continued her schooling at Yale Law School in a scholarship grant again wherein she was well fit in though she is not among the top placer in the class. But because of her jest to hone more her writing ability, she joined Yale Law Journal as an editor while she is also the managing editor of the former student-run Yale Studies in World Public Order publication which is now Yale Journal of International Law. In 1979, Yale awarded her Juris Doctor and entered New York Bar in 1980.

What became the argument here is that she was questioned with her judgement to rule over the court as she will be formally open the court with her gavel. In some reports it stated that, "Republicans argued she'd bring personal bias and a liberal agenda to the bench. But Democrats praised Sotomayor as an extraordinarily qualified mainstream moderate and touted her elevation to the court as a milestone in the nation's journey toward greater equality and a reaffirmation of the American dream.", yahoo news website quoted.

Sotomayor will be starting to preside the court after she will be sworn concludingly into office this August 8, 2009 by the Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts. I trusted her solid wayline of career experiences, involvements and that to what Sotomayor can do to the post for I supported magistrate. Her 450 cases is the testament that couldn't be compromised to her untainted name in judiciary proceedings.

References:

news.yahoo.com
wikipedia.com

Deustsche Telekom advances quarter revenue

2009-08-06T15:39:00.028+08:00

While many industries today are screeching for the economic meltdown, there are few that are fortunate enough to be of good in their credit ratings. Though I am a novice to any hard core business management, I never dared myself to look for possible inlet to start to learn what is beneath to it including the study of the stocks behavior. Taking closer to what is happening today, and that US is hopefully coming back to its commerce, one news come into me as it was shared from my media partner BBC the increase of revenue of the German company Deustsche Telekom which serviced off broadband and fixed-network services all over Europe. I never hesitated to include them to my discussion hoping that this could inspire some others in the business to incessantly think the way optimism can bring. What the business world needed as of this time is a hand to hand approach, look back and learn more the demands of consumers in the cheapest way they can get. They had to sacrifice upfall over the extension of what is better in customer service which do matters most as the key concepts in business competition.

In one of my past days that I have window shopped, I passed a bookshoppe outlet that sells less that of a dollar books(a friendly to the pocket) and that the books was published during the 90's but the contents are the fundamentals in stock handling and choosing. While since from then that I really wanted to give wide exploration of my knowledge which can't just be learned in any university, learning's as I am considering it, turns to be a part of an intersection of those crossroads along the way. The education you get from school is just one part of those intersections, I remind you.

Though in the curriculum that I have at the university I attended six years ago, I did never forget the concepts of Engineering Economics which I am mold to do complex computation of how cash flow diagrams, inflation, discount rates, ROI(return of investment) and among the few that ready does work in the real commerce. It really add my being in coping up business term retention.

But, who is Deustsche Telekom?

As their corporate website appears, Deustsche Telekom is one of the world's leading telecommunications and information technology service companies. It offers its clients all kinds of services for connected life and work. They are represented with 260,000 people in some 50 countries worldwide. They are a German company existed 1996 which their heardquarter is situated at Bonn.

Deutsche Telekom focuses on major technical and social trends and plays a key role in shaping them: the increasing digitization of many spheres of life, the personalization of products and services, growing mobilization and internationalization. Deutsche Telekom stays abreast of the growing convergence of technologies with an increasingly integrated product portfolio, where personal data such as music, videos and addresses can be accessed through any and all terminal equipment.

According to the press release on their corporate website it tells us, "Having recorded positive business development in the second quarter, Deutsche Telekom is well on its way to achieving its targets for 2009. The Group increased its net revenue by 7.4 percent in the second quarter to EUR 16.2 billion and EBITDA adjusted for special factors by 8.4 percent to EUR 5.3 billion. Adjusted net profit grew by 19.4 percent year-on-year in the second quarter to EUR 0.8 billion. The Greek company OTE contributed EUR 1.5 billion to net revenue and EUR 0.5 billion to adjusted EBITDA of the Group in the second quarter of 2009.", which gives a clear manifestation that the company is grateful to what the input of dedication and hardwork has resulted.

BBC Business also printed up that, "...German telecommunications giant made a profit between April and June of 521m euros ($751m; $442m), up 32% on the 394m euros it made a year earlier."

Having said that, companies who are owing so much don't have to feel so much worry for in due time business activity will be active by the next few days or so.

References:

news.bbc.co.uk
deutschetelekom.com

Former US President Clinton lauds mission

2009-08-05T17:51:00.032+08:00

It is a mission well done.

I am glad knowing the facts that the two US journalist was freed at North Korea as former US President Bill Clinton made a surprise visit to the communist country upon coordinating with the release. The said journalists was arrested last March for illegally crossing the jurisdiction of North Korea while they are working with a documentary story about refugees for Current TV which is co-founded by Nobel laureate Al Gore and was hereby sentenced last June for a twelve years of hard labor.

Bill Clinton should be applauded on this that eventhough he is no longer in power he still offer his help on the negotiation process of the two US nationals t0 the North Korean leader Kim Jong Il. What can be evidential in here is that it must be noted that previous leaders has still the capacity to help and that previous leaders of the world should symmetrically follow with it, that though the political term had been expired already a help should never be a doubt for them to offer once they are in need by anybody.

CNN's website reports, "Clinton expressed words of sincere apology to Kim Jong Il for the hostile acts committed by the two American journalists against the DPRK after illegally intruding into it," and that statements where from the North Korea's state-run KCNA news agency.

I am still seeing a good diplomatic works of the current US Secretary of the State Hillary Clinton and her husband. They are binding like a solid couple in uplifting United States morale to their citizen as they have to keep a holding hands in unity and in progress and its good to see them as an example. I am expectant that his help doesn't just limit to US territory but also to its nearby affiliates. And I've seen the greater impact of the gesture made by the former President.

It was reported by the family of the victims Ling and Lee that a phone call was made by some senior administration from North Korean that they are allowing a pardon if some high-positioned ambassador will be flying to Pyongyang to coordinate with the release. Luckily, the peaceful talk was a success.

Currently as of this time, journalist Laura Ling and Euna Lee are on their way back to their respective families who are eagerly waiting for them as it was expected to arrive later by Wednesday and that current President Barack Obama phoned them that they will be returning in their families arms, safe and sound.

I am looking forward to all previous leaders to act same as former US President Bill Clinton does.

Please accept this around of applause. He is of great help!

Reference:

cnn.com
yahoo.com

I Killed Santa Claus

2009-08-05T17:03:00.006+08:00

It was the time when I was a busy teacher, though I’d like to think cheater would be more apt. I was having a busy Christmas Eve tutoring a couple of children. They were so desperate that I had promised their parents to make them work until Christmas, not that I wanted to be the Santa Claus of enlightenment.

I wanted to keep my evening free to buy gifts for my son, but how could I know that the desperate children’s parents would ring me for a surprise party to thank me for my patience. And you wouldn’t believe, the party was so excellent that I forgot my own son.

To make the story sound more interesting I should add that my wife was the kind of quiet woman who wouldn’t do anything save breathing within four walls. I came home.

“Father? Will Santa Uncle come tonight just like each year?” asked my son. I almost died.

I stammered.

I slurred.

Then I lied. “You know son, the news has just gone by. Santa Uncle has been killed.”

“Santa Uncle killed!” My son was so innocent that he remained quiet for some seconds. “This means that no child will have gifts this year.”

“Right. Masked bandits chased him when his chariot landed in our town.” I paused. “They attacked him and stole his gifts. First they cut his beard to see how he appears. Then, they removed his hat to see if he had real hair.”

“And they killed him,” my son continued.

“Right.”

“Haven’t the police done anything?”

“I don’t think they can,” I stammered. I was at a loss. I realized I would be worse when my perplexed son would be looking at his friends’ Christmas gifts.

During the conversation I couldn’t understand my wife. As if she wanted to say something. When I met her afterwards, she said there was no need for the lie. She had bought several gifts. That was a first. Was she finally emancipated? Or an astrologer, who knew I wouldn’t buy the gifts? That Christmas was proving slightly different.

I questioned the astrologer in my wife. “You think our son will be asleep at midnight?”

“He’s disappointed. When he is, he sleeps,” she
said. That wasn’t certainly astrology.

“So, we can keep the gifts near his bed and tell him in the morning that miraculously Santa Uncle is still alive,” I said.

“That will be fine,” my wife concluded shyly.

Midnight. I slipped into my son’s room. Alas! He wasn’t there. We searched everywhere. No trace of him. Forget emancipation. Forget astrology. My wife was now a wild mother. And to appease a wild mother is some job.

I rushed to the nearest police station. I filed a case. But as I came out I saw a policeman and my son, with a big ice-cream. Maybe it’s the quickest solved missing case of all.

He ran to me. “I came here and criticized everyone for their handling of Uncle Santa’s case.”

Adapted Article:

afunnystuff.com

It is

2009-08-04T10:39:00.008+08:00

I have compiled already amountful of true stories in life and while I was surfing on the highways I meet this article which I believe has sense and has a learning that will supply people's inspiration. I am a collector, I am what other believed I am not. Read this further and be happy...

It's nice to know that you're secured with that someone. That even if the rain is pouring hard and the sky is almost dark, he'll never leave you just so you won't feel alone. Even if his friends had left him (and even if he has to be somewhere else) he'd still stay by your side, just so you won't feel alone.

It's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you're having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you.

It's great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you'd be able to communicate, just like that.

It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you.

It's more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don't choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you.

It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love.

It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you.

It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about.

It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as you're together.

It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday.

It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won't matter coz it doesn't matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do.

It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.

It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the luckiest person alive.

... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him.

Adapted Article:

inspirationalstories.com

The magic box

2009-08-04T10:30:00.004+08:00

WAP: Solution to a greener technology

2009-08-03T14:53:00.060+08:00

Technology driving force today would rely on the current usage of application and that no other application that coordinates it well but just precisely to WAP. But by the way, what is WAP? Brace yourself as I venture myself to an article that would change people's perspective as we march forward in seeking a better state of mother earth as being a responsible electroneer the talk about this excellent application of all times and that the advent of wireless application protocol is highly reconsiderable in shifting the many ways people move. Let's call it for short WAP with which for sure will hound the side world of bright ideas.

WAP is known to its great use in Mobile Web, PDA accession but today is already spans up into an open technology application that may use for sequencing people's work initiatives. It is widely an adapted protocol that most of the course studies in engineering have to take it as part of the underlying imaginative request to create a WAP project that would base itself on how the application can be made as a human assistant device.

I am one of those electroneers who benefits the importance of its existence since and from then on the first to inform me about the latest keywords of circumstances in the world are pushed over in the mobile phone I have courtesy of the telecommunication network in our place that they have open it up freely for a short test. I found its application interesting for later on I am sure this application would hit the universe by storm.

The application actually is present in a WAP enabled mobile devices in which the idea would just have to be like this: making the mobile phone more into usability and productivity since mobile phones are prepared to replace personal computers, laptop by some respect as technology scientists has to put a total density in which the mindset should only be into circuit miniaturization. The idea might be absurd but the possibility rate is high since I have seen that its potentiality is viable and that one must agree that in this coming days people don't need to bring everyday their laptops neither need to look for desktop computers for people will just have to connect their pocketful of works in their respective WAP-enabled mobile phones. I am advancely thinking happily of people ordering different materials on the system that they need not to go to a certain specific place to shop, that people around the globe will be much more easy to locate, that people around the globe can already enjoy in play hide and seek and that it will shrink distance gap and to somewhere else that is already beyond my expectation that would tantamount to an amazing creative and impressive gadgets.

That is why I am eager to discuss it here this topic for I know WAP will be the next phenomenal gadget that for sure human can incorporate many advantages on it and I am already looking forward to a solar generated mobile phones that would for sure save energy thus resulting for a happier green earth living. There are so many things that people can do in this earth that if, if one goes on with UPS.

Furthermore, I care environmentally.

The Marvelous Eiffel Tower

2009-08-02T13:49:00.040+08:00

Let's go travel.

I have to fast forward with the past blog entry that I have and get its connection from the French political management headed by President Sarkozy and that his country is one of the best breed of all that helped inventions of the old generations and that the country is said to be what most people love and adore, the one and only...

France.

France is considered to be the largest country in the European Union by area and seats second in the whole Europe. It is one of the world's famous tourist area which resembles somewhat to castle-like elements that made a distinction to the rest of the other side of the world. Some of their major attractions would have to be the Paris which is the capital of the country, Côte d'Azur (the French Riviera), the Atlantic beaches, the winter sport resorts of the Alps, the Castles of Loire Valley, Brittany, Normandy: Mont Saint, to its trademark in wines and cheeses, and fashion.

What I will concentrate today is the magnificent manmade architecture of Eiffel Tower which became as just one of thousands of tourist symbol in France.

Eiffel Tower is one of the prime tourist spot which was designed by Gustave Eiffel, consequently the tower was named after him simply because he is the one who conceptualized the idea. It is built in a puddle wrought iron pasted together with three and a half million rivets which is situated at the Champ de Mars beside the River Seine in Paris giving off one life in exchanged upon seating up the elevator though the high risk in construction was of higher in percentage merely because the tower is an open frame that it does'nt have any intermediate floors except with two platforms. The tower was ushered into the public on May 06, 1889 but was inaugurated on March 31, 1889 as the entrance arch for the Exposition Univeselle for their centennial celebration of the French Revolution.

It's altitude would reach 320.75m(1070 ft) and it is about 81 stories which was completed in 1889 that replaced the tallest structure in the world as Washington Monument was the titlist but by as the years came New York City's Chrysler Building broke the record detailing a height of 319 m(1063.33 ft) in its measurements leaving Eiffel into second. In 1902, there is an ostensibly need for some repair and maintenance during that time that it was hit by lightning and that it partially damaged the illuminating part of the tower which was been short-circuited.

The construction received strong reactions and opposition to at least 300 names including those of Guy de Maupassant, Émile Zola, Charles Garnier (architect of the Opéra Garnier), and Alexandre Dumas fils French citizens and that petitions where filed to the city government of Paris containing the following statements, "We, the writers, painters, sculptors, architects and lovers of the beauty of Paris, do protest with all our vigour and all our indignation, in the name of French taste and endangered French art and history, against the useless and monstrous Eiffel Tower."

Eiffel Tower turned to be a marvel that had witnessed a long years of history in France as it became a French pride to the whole world as at night it signifies as one of the greatest sights in Paris that shouldn't have missed by some tourist that it glitters.

References:

wikipedia.com
newworldencyclopedia.org
wikitravel.com
travel.yahoo.com

Philippine democratic protagonist passed away

2009-08-01T13:26:00.040+08:00

Manila, Philippines - Former President of the Republic of the Philippines Corazon Aquino passed away 3:18am at Makati Medical Center in Manila as Sen. Benigno Aquino Jr announced it around 5:10am in his press released statement to the media.

After that long weeks of a serious medical observation in the said hospital she showed too much cooperation to combat the pains of her fearsome stage four colon cancer, Mrs. Aquino and her soul finally surrendered peacefully in heaven with God at the age of 76.

As the world knew, Aquino authored the world of people power revolution which victoriously ended the dictatorship of Ferdinand Marcos in power through calling a civil disobedience and street protests that restored democratic propaganda of the country in 1986 which noticeably aped by some countries worldwide. The famous People Power in the Philippines happened after knowing that Marcos cheated on the snap elections which would supposedly extend more on his term to govern the country which never had been truing simply because of the unity of the people.

The whole nation's flag where put into half-mast to cordially obey the solemn demise of the former leader and held catholic church requiem mass all over the country for she is a devouted member and that to informed the public how she was well-liked by her contributions to the country as it was fully supported by media as Time Magazine called her accomplishment a Woman of the Year in 1986 and as one of the 20 Most Influential Asians of the 20th century.

The family announced her illness last year and that she had undergone chemotherapy procedure to halt the spreading of cancer cells to some part of her vital organs. She was still seen in the public after she was been diagnosed and joined protests movements on her state that support the struggle of NBN-ZTE star witness Jun Lozada in there attempt to gave resolution to the supposedly a "dollar corrupted" project which making healthy money pots to Mrs. Arroyo and that she still remain strong in her attempt to cleanse the dirty Arroyo administration including the "voice-recorded evidenced" vote rigging which "homed" Mrs. Arroyo in the post. She calls for a resignation of Mrs. Arroyo.

During her administration, Mrs. Aquino is well known in helping microfinance institutions through the loan conditions, checked socio-civic welface, aided the foundation of late Benigno S. Aquino, and that exercised the practice of transparency in good governance both in dealing judicial, legislative and executive concerns of the country. Mrs. Aquino turned to be the heir of the post since she was endorsed by many Filipinos while others purpose is just to be an opportunist.
After all, she was a mother to all and forever she will be retrieved.

Getting up close to Pres. Sarkozy

2009-07-30T10:14:00.033+08:00

Getting to know the leaders of the world is a fun thing for me to do. I have blogged before some vital institutional heads of the state not just the US but to London but now let's forward to meet France. Today, help me welcome the leadership of the Frenchman stateman Nicolas Paul Stéphane Sarközy de Nagy-Bocsa in real name but mostly he is well known to his signature name Nicolas Sarkozy or "Sarko" for he will be here as part of my interest to gather the leaders of the world and know them well.

France, as Paris became its capital was adjudged as one of the most beautiful place not just in Europe but in the whole world which accordingly by history their blood give many meaningful individuals in the field of science and invention so as to include key persons in Mathematics. French breed help curve the look of number calculations and apparently to its practical applications.

Let's kick up our scrutiny with Pres. Sarkozy's menial educational beginnings since he is just a very ordinary student during his schooltime which made him one of the most very inspiring person in the world I've ever known. He never rose in power to his studies which he was just observed to be a quiet student by his fellows. During his high school days he was enrolled in the Lycée Chaptal(a state-funded public middle and high school in *Paris's 8th arrondissement), French termed it sixième wherein he practically flunked. In his college days, he graduated a Master in Private law at Université Paris X Nanterre and continues its education at Institut d'Études Politiques de Paris but failed to gain the degree because of his problem to the English language. Later on, after full hardwork he passed the bar and became a lawyer specializing in business and family law.

President Sarkozy today hold the position as the 23rd incumbent leader in France which he assumed it last May 16, 2007 after defeating Socialist Party candidate Ségolène Royal. Prior to his presidential post, he became a leader of the Union for a Popular Movement (UMP) and served with different administrations in French government offices for that long time.

His leadership trademark made him placed at the post and that he is very well known to his strong stance on law and order situation and his goal in international affairs did got to control in strengthening entente cordiale with UK, closer ties with US and to finally make a reform that would regenerate the French economy.

Later on news, Pres. Sarkozy collapsed and fainted in his jogging exercise where he became regular to it as part of maintaining his fitness and wellness. He spent a night in the hospital because of vasovagal syncope but then later on released after the physician examined him that "nothing untoward" is in pressure to his cardiovascular system.

*8th arrondissement in Paris is one of the 20 administrative districts that composed France

Reference and Photo Credits:

wikipedia.com