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Quote from: islander on March 28, 2011, 12:23:52 AM
mao ni ang visitor's chair sa akong office:

He he, mora man nig crossdresser's legs. Bwahaha!

Quote from: islander on March 28, 2011, 12:19:00 AM
mora lagi ug naay orinola sa ilawom anang lamesaha.

Ang orinola naa sa tabletop. Just press a button and presto! it emerges like a lake-submerged satellite dish...

He he, hilaw ni sila pagsul-ob, unya hinayhinay nga na-beykd kay init jamo ang neykd nga lutoanan...

He he, kang Knight Rider bitaw ni, ako lang gihuwaman...

Quote from: islander on March 28, 2011, 01:47:16 AM
tiyan ray ako.  naa gyod nay sulod nga alien.

Naa sa sulod ang alien pero nagsiwil ang ikog...

In Australia, organizers said an estimated 10 million people, nearly half the population, took part, with Sydney Harbour Bridge another of the landmarks to go dark.

Hong Kong's neon waterfront dimmed, while in Singapore all decorative lights were switched off and non-critical operational lights lowered at Changi Airport for an hour.

In Japan, which is reeling from a huge earthquake and tsunami that struck this month, several thousand people and a hotel-turned-evacuation center in the northeast marked Earth Hour.

"People in Japan will have a special feeling this year when they turn the switches off," WWF spokeswoman Hideko Arai told AFP ahead of the switch-off.

In Russia some 30 cities were joining in, from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, the most easterly city on the Kamchatka peninsula, through Moscow to Murmansk in the far north.

Moscow was to turn off floodlighting on more than 70 buildings and bridges, including the 540-meter (1,780-foot) television tower and the 32-storey Moscow State University building.

In Athens monuments being darkened included the Acropolis, the parliament building, the presidential palace and the temple of Poseidon near the city.

In Italy, more than 200 towns and cities took part. The Ponte Vecchio in Florence, the Tower of Pisa and the Colosseum in Rome all turned off their lights for an hour.

Lights went out in 52 Romanian cities, where concerts and candle-light marches were organized. In Bucharest, dozens of people cycled through the city center before gathering in George Enescu square.

In Argentina, Buenos Aires switched off the spotlight on its landmark Obelisk.

In South Africa the Grammy award winning group Soweto Gospel choir along with other local musicians treated hundreds of people to a free candelight concert in the township of Soweto. Music fans waved lit candles while others used their cellphones to light up the stage.

UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon backed Earth Hour, urging people to celebrate the shared quest to "protect the planet and ensure human well-being."

"Let us use 60 minutes of darkness to help the world see the light," he said.

Ridley said he never expected the Earth Hour movement to become so large.

"We didn't imagine right at the beginning... it would be on the scale that it is now. And the fact that it is so cross cultural, beyond borders and race and religion," he said.


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â€" Sat Mar 26, 10:12 pm ET



AFP â€" A combo shows the Eiffel
tower submerging into darkness.


WASHINGTON (AFP) â€" Lights went off around the world as landmark buildings and ordinary homes flipped their switches while the annual "Earth Hour" circled the planet in what was dubbed the world's largest voluntary action for the environment.

In Paris a minute's silence was observed for Japan as the city of light went dark, with illuminations switched off at the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame cathedral, City Hall, opera houses and many bridges, fountains and public places.

Sydney's Opera House was the first of many global landmarks to go dark as the event got under way, as hundreds of millions of people prepared to follow suit to enhance awareness of energy use and climate change.

Others in their turn included Beijing's "Bird's Nest" stadium that hosted the 2008 Olympics, the London Eye ferris wheel, Times Square in New York and Brazil's Christ the Redeemer statue.

Many were switching off their floodlighting, advertising signs and other illuminations for an hour from 8:30 pm local time.

"The amount of power that's saved during that time is not really what it's about," Earth Hour co-founder and executive director Andy Ridley told AFP in Sydney, where the movement began in 2007.

"What it is meant to be about is showing what can happen when people come together."

Ridley said a record 134 countries or territories were on board for this year's event.

Organizers also asked people to commit to an action, large or small, that they will carry through the year to help the planet.

Ridley said Earth Hour, organized by global environment group WWF, this year would also focus on connecting people online so they could inspire each other to make commitments to help protect the environment.

Quote from: islander on March 27, 2011, 10:54:53 PM
personal taste, before i avoided these drinks:  it ought to be coke if it's cold, it's pepsi if it isn't.  these days, pepsi max tastes much better than coke zero.

Hmm, I didn't know there's such a thing as cola connoisseurs...

I like my pandesal with ginamos palaman...

Quote from: islander on March 27, 2011, 10:54:53 PM
this can be taken either way.  pepsi has more creativity or it keeps changing its mind.  coca-cola is too staid and stuck or too secure with itself. 

Hmm. Maybe Pepsi just wanted a different approach and Coke, sensing it, stayed the same to be different...

MANILA, The Philippines - Philippine workers at a swimming pool site stumbled on a mass grave containing 14 skeletons believed to be prisoners of war from the Japanese occupation in World War II, police said Sunday.

Police cordoned off the area in Nasugbu town, about a three-hour drive south of the capital Manila, shortly after the workers discovered the remains Friday.

"Further investigation disclosed that the said site was a former Japanese garrison during World War II and the residents there believed that the recovered skeletal remains were victims of war," police said in a statement.

A forensic investigation was being carried out to determine the nationalities of the victims, although they are believed to be Filipinos, police said.

The Philippines, a former U.S. colony, fell to Japanese control in 1942 during World War II, and the three-year occupation is considered to be one of the darkest periods of the country's history.

Thousands of Filipino and American soldiers died during the occupation, many of them starved to death in Japanese garrisons around the country, historians said.

U.S. General Douglas MacArthur, supreme commander of allied forces in the Southwest Pacific, eventually returned to retake control of large parts of the Philippines until Japan formally surrendered in 1945.


Read more: http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/Suspected+mass+grave+found+Philippines/4511388/story.html#ixzz1HnwTmnWQ

Behind every successful man stands a surprised mother-in-law. --Hubert Humphrey

Hmm. Lazy Sunday galing... 

Show-off ra pud ning bungotona...

THIS ONE IS FABULOUS!!!  It was written by an 8 year old, Danny Dutton of Chula Vista,
CA, for his third grade homework assignment.  The assignment was to explain God.


EXPLANATION OF GOD

"One of God's main jobs is making people.  He makes them to replace the ones that die,
so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth.  He doesn't make
grown-ups, just babies.  I think because they are smaller and easier to make.  That way
He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk.  He can just
leave that to mothers and fathers."

"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on,
since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God
doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears
everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a
way to turn it off."

"God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty
busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your Mom and Dad's head
asking for something they said you couldn't have."

"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. 
At least there aren't any who come to our church."

"Jesus is God's Son.  He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and
performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God.
They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good
and kind, like His Father and He told His Father that they didn't know what they were
doing and to forgive them and God said O.K."

"His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth
so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. 
So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things
which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself
without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."

"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked
out so one of them is on duty all the time."

"You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's
anybody you want to make happy, it's God.  Don't skip church or do something you think
will be more fun like going to the beach.  This is wrong.  And besides the sun doesn't
come out at the beach until noon anyway."

"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because
your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know
He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim and you get
thrown into real deep water by big kids."

"But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here
and He can take me back anytime He pleases.  And... that's why I believe in God."


http://www.itsaboutchrist.com/

Satan called a worldwide convention. In his opening address to his evil angels, he said, "We can't keep the Christians
from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can't even keep them
from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power
over them is broken."

"So let them go to their churches; let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that
relationship with Jesus Christ. This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and
maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we do this?" shouted his angels.

"Keep them busy in the nonessentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds, " he answered.
"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow. Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours
and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."

Keep them from spending time with their children. As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from
the pressures of work!"

Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player
whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CD's and their PC's going constantly in their home and see to it that every
store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam their minds and break that union with
Christ."

"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. Invade their
driving moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind
of newsletter and promotional offering and free products, services and false hopes. Keep skinny, beautiful models on the
magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their
wives. Ha! That will fragment those families quickly!"

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted and
unprepared for the coming week. Don't let them go out in nature to reflect on God's wonders. Send them to amusement
parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead. Keep them busy, busy, busy! And when they meet for spiritual
fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotions.

"Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning; but crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to
seek power from Jesus. Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of
the cause. It will work! It will work!"

It was quite a convention. The evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more
busy and more rushed, going here and there. I guess the question is: Has the devil been successful at his scheme? You be
the judge!

Does "busy" mean:
  B- eing
  U- nder
  S- atan's
  Y- oke?

I love the Lord and thank Him for all that He does in my life!  Yes, I do love Jesus.  He is my source of existence and
Savior.  He keeps me functioning each and everyday.  Without Him, I will be nothing.  Without Him, I am nothing!  But
WITH HIM I can do ALL things.  Phil. 4:13

Praise the Lord, I will never be BUSY!


http://www.itsaboutchrist.com/

He he...

Bwahaha!

Bwahaha!

And Iona turns round to tell them how his son died, but at that point the hunchback gives a faint sigh and announces that, thank God! they have arrived at last. After taking his twenty kopecks, Iona gazes for a long while after the revelers, who disappear into a dark entry. Again he is alone and again there is silence for him. . . . The misery which has been for a brief space eased comes back again and tears his heart more cruelly than ever. With a look of anxiety and suffering Iona's eyes stray restlessly among the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street: can he not find among those thousands someone who will listen to him? But the crowds flit by heedless of him and his misery. . . . His misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If Iona's heart were to burst and his misery to flow out, it would flood the whole world, it seems, but yet it is not seen. It has found a hiding-place in such an insignificant shell that one would not have found it with a candle by daylight. . . .

Iona sees a house-porter with a parcel and makes up his mind to address him.

"What time will it be, friend?" he asks.

"Going on for ten. . . . Why have you stopped here? Drive on!"

Iona drives a few paces away, bends himself double, and gives himself up to his misery. He feels it is no good to appeal to people. But before five minutes have passed he draws himself up, shakes his head as though he feels a sharp pain, and tugs at the reins. . . . He can bear it no longer.

"Back to the yard!" he thinks. "To the yard!"

And his little mare, as though she knew his thoughts, falls to trotting. An hour and a half later Iona is sitting by a big dirty stove. On the stove, on the floor, and on the benches are people snoring. The air is full of smells and stuffiness. Iona looks at the sleeping figures, scratches himself, and regrets that he has come home so early. . . .

"I have not earned enough to pay for the oats, even," he thinks. "That's why I am so miserable. A man who knows how to do his work, . . . who has had enough to eat, and whose horse has had enough to eat, is always at ease. . . ."

In one of the corners a young cabman gets up, clears his throat sleepily, and makes for the water-bucket.

"Want a drink?" Iona asks him.

"Seems so."

"May it do you good. . . . But my son is dead, mate. . . . Do you hear? This week in the hospital. . . . It's a queer business. . . ."

Iona looks to see the effect produced by his words, but he sees nothing. The young man has covered his head over and is already asleep. The old man sighs and scratches himself. . . . Just as the young man had been thirsty for water, he thirsts for speech. His son will soon have been dead a week, and he has not really talked to anybody yet . . . . He wants to talk of it properly, with deliberation. . . . He wants to tell how his son was taken ill, how he suffered, what he said before he died, how he died. . . . He wants to describe the funeral, and how he went to the hospital to get his son's clothes. He still has his daughter Anisya in the country. . . . And he wants to talk about her too. . . . Yes, he has plenty to talk about now. His listener ought to sigh and exclaim and lament. . . . It would be even better to talk to women. Though they are silly creatures, they blubber at the first word.

"Let's go out and have a look at the mare," Iona thinks. "There is always time for sleep. . . . You'll have sleep enough, no fear. . . ."

He puts on his coat and goes into the stables where his mare is standing. He thinks about oats, about hay, about the weather. . . . He cannot think about his son when he is alone. . . . To talk about him with someone is possible, but to think of him and picture him is insufferable anguish. . . .

"Are you munching?" Iona asks his mare, seeing her shining eyes. "There, munch away, munch away. . . . Since we have not earned enough for oats, we will eat hay. . . . Yes, . . . I have grown too old to drive. . . . My son ought to be driving, not I. . . . He was a real cabman. . . . He ought to have lived. . . ."

Iona is silent for a while, and then he goes on:

"That's how it is, old girl. . . . Kuzma Ionitch is gone. . . . He said good-by to me. . . . He went and died for no reason. . . . Now, suppose you had a little colt, and you were own mother to that little colt. . . . And all at once that same little colt went and died. . . . You'd be sorry, wouldn't you? . . ."

The little mare munches, listens, and breathes on her master's hands. Iona is carried away and tells her all about it.

-THE END-

Three young men, two tall and thin, one short and hunchbacked, come up, railing at each other and loudly stamping on the pavement with their goloshes.

"Cabby, to the Police Bridge!" the hunchback cries in a cracked voice. "The three of us, . . . twenty kopecks!"

Iona tugs at the reins and clicks to his horse. Twenty kopecks is not a fair price, but he has no thoughts for that. Whether it is a rouble or whether it is five kopecks does not matter to him now so long as he has a fare. . . . The three young men, shoving each other and using bad language, go up to the sledge, and all three try to sit down at once. The question remains to be settled: Which are to sit down and which one is to stand? After a long altercation, ill-temper, and abuse, they come to the conclusion that the hunchback must stand because he is the shortest.

"Well, drive on," says the hunchback in his cracked voice, settling himself and breathing down Iona's neck. "Cut along! What a cap you've got, my friend! You wouldn't find a worse one in all Petersburg. . . ."

"He-he! . . . he-he! . . ." laughs Iona. "It's nothing to boast of!"

"Well, then, nothing to boast of, drive on! Are you going to drive like this all the way? Eh? Shall I give you one in the neck?"

"My head aches," says one of the tall ones. "At the Dukmasovs' yesterday Vaska and I drank four bottles of brandy between us."

"I can't make out why you talk such stuff," says the other tall one angrily. "You lie like a brute."

"Strike me dead, it's the truth! . . ."

"It's about as true as that a louse coughs."

"He-he!" grins Iona. "Me-er-ry gentlemen!"

"Tfoo! the devil take you!" cries the hunchback indignantly. "Will you get on, you old plague, or won't you? Is that the way to drive? Give her one with the whip. Hang it all, give it her well."

Iona feels behind his back the jolting person and quivering voice of the hunchback. He hears abuse addressed to him, he sees people, and the feeling of loneliness begins little by little to be less heavy on his heart. The hunchback swears at him, till he chokes over some elaborately whimsical string of epithets and is overpowered by his cough. His tall companions begin talking of a certain Nadyezhda Petrovna. Iona looks round at them. Waiting till there is a brief pause, he looks round once more and says:

"This week . . . er. . . my. . . er. . . son died!"

"We shall all die, . . ." says the hunchback with a sigh, wiping his lips after coughing. "Come, drive on! drive on! My friends, I simply cannot stand crawling like this! When will he get us there?"

"Well, you give him a little encouragement . . . one in the neck!"

"Do you hear, you old plague? I'll make you smart. If one stands on ceremony with fellows like you one may as well walk. Do you hear, you old dragon? Or don't you care a hang what we say? "

And Iona hears rather than feels a slap on the back of his neck.

"He-he! . . . " he laughs. "Merry gentlemen . . . . God give you health!"

"Cabman, are you married?" asks one of the tall ones.

"I? He he! Me-er-ry gentlemen. The only wife for me now is the damp earth. . . . He-ho-ho!. . . .The grave that is! . . . Here my son's dead and I am alive. . . . It's a strange thing, death has come in at the wrong door. . . . Instead of coming for me it went for my son. . . ."

THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, bent as double as the living body can be bent. If a regular snowdrift fell on him it seems as though even then he would not think it necessary to shake it off. . . . His little mare is white and motionless too. Her stillness, the angularity of her lines, and the stick-like straightness of her legs make her look like a halfpenny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Anyone who has been torn away from the plough, from the familiar gray landscapes, and cast into this slough, full of monstrous lights, of unceasing uproar and hurrying people, is bound to think.

It is a long time since Iona and his nag have budged. They came out of the yard before dinnertime and not a single fare yet. But now the shades of evening are falling on the town. The pale light of the street lamps changes to a vivid color, and the bustle of the street grows noisier.

"Sledge to Vyborgskaya!" Iona hears. "Sledge!"

Iona starts, and through his snow-plastered eyelashes sees an officer in a military overcoat with a hood over his head.

"To Vyborgskaya," repeats the officer. "Are you asleep? To Vyborgskaya!"

In token of assent Iona gives a tug at the reins which sends cakes of snow flying from the horse's back and shoulders. The officer gets into the sledge. The sledge-driver clicks to the horse, cranes his neck like a swan, rises in his seat, and more from habit than necessity brandishes his whip. The mare cranes her neck, too, crooks her stick-like legs, and hesitatingly sets of. . . .

"Where are you shoving, you devil?" Iona immediately hears shouts from the dark mass shifting to and fro before him. "Where the devil are you going? Keep to the r-right!"

"You don't know how to drive! Keep to the right," says the officer angrily.

A coachman driving a carriage swears at him; a pedestrian crossing the road and brushing the horse's nose with his shoulder looks at him angrily and shakes the snow off his sleeve. Iona fidgets on the box as though he were sitting on thorns, jerks his elbows, and turns his eyes about like one possessed as though he did not know where he was or why he was there.

"What rascals they all are!" says the officer jocosely. "They are simply doing their best to run up against you or fall under the horse's feet. They must be doing it on purpose."

Iona looks as his fare and moves his lips. . . . Apparently he means to say something, but nothing comes but a sniff.

"What?" inquires the officer.

Iona gives a wry smile, and straining his throat, brings out huskily: "My son . . . er . . . my son died this week, sir."

"H'm! What did he die of?"

Iona turns his whole body round to his fare, and says:

"Who can tell! It must have been from fever. . . . He lay three days in the hospital and then he died. . . . God's will."

"Turn round, you devil!" comes out of the darkness. "Have you gone cracked, you old dog? Look where you are going!"

"Drive on! drive on! . . ." says the officer. "We shan't get there till to-morrow going on like this. Hurry up!"

The sledge-driver cranes his neck again, rises in his seat, and with heavy grace swings his whip. Several times he looks round at the officer, but the latter keeps his eyes shut and is apparently disinclined to listen. Putting his fare down at Vyborgskaya, Iona stops by a restaurant, and again sits huddled up on the box. . . . Again the wet snow paints him and his horse white. One hour passes, and then another. . . .

Tolstoy and Chekhov

    * Logan Speirs

    * Paperback

    * ISBN: 9780521155557
    * Publication date: April 2011

    * 248 pages

    * Dimensions: 216 x 140 mm

    * Weight: 0.32 kg

    * Not yet published - available from April 2011
      18.9997805211555570GB£
    * £18.99


A study of the great literary relationship between two great Russian authors. When Chekhov began to write, Tolstoy was acknowledged the master. Each admired the other's work, and part of Mr Speirs' argument is that Tolstoy's example helped Chekhov to see what he wanted to do and how to do it. The author feels that both have an unequalled insight into the life of modern man, the one speaking for a generation when the old order was just breaking up, and the other for one in which the new order was being established. The book begins with a large section on Tolstoy, who devised literary forms adequate to his insights; as Chekhov put it, this enabled him 'to state the problem correctly'. The study of Chekhov which follows builds on these perceptions about theme and method, showing the links and contrasts between the two authors.


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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?

Author    Edgar Rice Burroughs
Country    United States
Language    English
Series    Venus
Genre(s)    Science fiction novel
Publisher    Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc.
Publication date    1939
Media type        Print (Hardback & Paperback)
Preceded by    Lost on Venus
Followed by    Escape on Venus


Carson of Venus is the third book in the Venus series (Sometimes called the "Carson Napier of Venus series") by Edgar Rice Burroughs. It was serialized in Argosy in 1938 and published in book form a year later.

The novel, which was written close to the outbreak of World War II, satirizes Nazi Germany by including a fascist political faction called the "Zani."

The copyright for this story has expired in Australia, and thus now resides in the public domain there. The text is available via Project Gutenberg Australia.

--Wiki

The churning of the ocean of milk

This is a nice one, it is from Hindu cosmology and shows the world-turtle, Chukwa, carrying the elephants that carries the earth upon their backs. Chukwa swims in the primordial ocean of milk, Ksheera Sagara. In another Hindu cosmology, the turtle is Akupara and carries the earth upon his back.





http://www.allempires.net/

Bwahaha!

The "Immortals" (from the Greek ἈθάναÏ,,οι, sometimes "Ten Thousand Immortals" or "Persian Immortals") was the name given by Herodotus to an elite force of soldiers who fought for the Achaemenid Empire. This force performed the dual roles of both Imperial Guard and standing army during the Persian Empire's expansion and during the Greco-Persian Wars. Its Persian name may have been Anûšiya ('companions').

Herodotus describes the 'Immortals' as being heavy infantry led by Hydarnes that were kept constantly at a strength of exactly 10,000 men. He claimed that the unit's name stemmed from the custom that every killed, seriously wounded or sick member was immediately replaced with a new one, maintaining the cohesion of the unit.[2] The regiment accepted only Median, Elamite or Persian applicants.

This elite corps is only called the 'Immortals' in sources based on Herodotus. Whilst there is evidence for them from Persia, this does not mention this name for them. "Probably, Herodotus' informant has confused the name Anûšiya ('companions') with Anauša ('Immortals')."

More at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persian_Immortals

Persian Immortals, detail from the archers' frieze in Darius' palace in Susa. Silicious glazed bricks, c. 510 BC.

Bwahaha!

by William Butler Yeats





Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

O western wind, when wilt thou blow.
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ! that my love were in my arms!
And I in my bed again!

--Anonymous

The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams





so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Stop and Hear the Music

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?


http://urbanlegends.about.com/

Bwahaha!

Tsk, tsk,tsk, patay kang goldfish ka...

Quote from: chicogon on March 18, 2011, 08:47:54 PM
Magnetic tingale na!!! 

He he, naay ariyos and dila... 

Quote from: BolBuhol on March 18, 2011, 08:12:01 PM
kag hang lolabay na "klos openg" nadiskobrihang

Kag nadiskobrihang gid man nga baho-baho gid ang inopeng haw...

Gifted child...

Quote from: Datu Dagohoy on March 15, 2009, 08:27:48 PM
- she/he is educated but arrogant 

- She/he is not professional but understanding or broad minded

Ang akong ganahang baje bisan asa anang duha, OK lang, basta pasado sa pinaka-importante nga butang...

Hi, Leo. Hope you drop by again one of these days. I'm from Dimiao, though I haven't lived there in a lifetime. I have relatives in Baclayon, too.

Scarlett Johansson





More at: http://www.ranker.com/list/top-30-hottest-jewish-women-under-40/greg

Elizabeth Banks

Bar Refaeli

Alison Brie

Natalie Portman

Everly Brothers, Bye Bye Love

World Association of Ugly People
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia





The World Association of Ugly People (in Italian Club dei Brutti) is an organization dedicated to fighting for the recognition of ugly people, in a society that places a high value on physical beauty. The group's motto is "A person is what he is and not what he looks like."

History

The club claims to have a history in Piobbico, Italy from 1879. It was relaunched in 1963 as a marriage agency for the town's single women.

The World Association of Ugly People club campaigns against discrimination in the workplace based on looks. It attempts to make society more aware of ugly people's problems. It also helps people overcome their phobias and, in some cases, to find partners.

In 2007, the group unveiled a monument dedicated to ugly people in Piobbico's town square. The monument depicts an unknown person looking at his reflection in a mirror.

Traditions

The club's emblem is the head of a wild boar. The club's crest features a reclining man smoking a pipe with the slogan: "Ugliness is a virtue, beauty is slavery."

The club's patron is Vulcan from Roman mythology. At birth Vulcan was so ugly that his mother threw him over a cliff. He survived and became a skilled blacksmith. For providing Achilles with superior weapons, he was admitted to Mount Olympus where he married the beautiful Venus, goddess of love.

WHO WAS HE?

Marquis De Sade was a French aristocrat, revolutionary, and writer. He's most famous for being a rat bastard and bringing porn/sex to people in a time where showing off your ankles was slutty.

WHY IS HE FAMOUS?

Marquis de Sade became famous for his libertine sexuality and lifestyle (ie, a person without moral restraint, free thinkers, like people in the 60s only less happy), but mostly for his erotic and pornographic novels.

He also contributed to the "sex industry", leaving the world with the practice of S&M. That's right, everyone, the man invented S&M. How? Well, first of all, it's NAMED after him.

The term, "Sadism", is based on Marquis de SADe: the idea of developing pleasure as a result of inflicting pain. "Masochism" is first seen in some of De Sade's more Gothic-inclined sexual novels, where, for example, the female character is bound and tormented, but also fondled, and develops a kind of attraction to her tormentors. It's basically torture porn (only not directed by one-trick pony Hollywood directors.)

SO WHY IS HE A PERVERT?

Sade's sexual tales began with an affair with his wife's sister, imprisoning a so-called prostitute for sexual pleasure and abuse (she escaped from the second floor window and ran away ... possible idea for a Disney film? Title: "Rapunzel"...), and poisoning 2 manservants with the Spanish Fly aphrodisiac (even though African Fly is actually stronger, newb. What?)

Being the good wife that she was, Sade's wife then joined as his accomplice in hoarding sexual slaves and staffed the castle with young "employees" of both genders for Sade's pleasure.

That's how this guy rolled and why he's at the top of this list. The guy didn't have a Sex Dungeon, he had a freakin' Sex CASTLE.

During his life, Sade was in prison or the insane asylum for 32 years, though, due to his prolific writing and sexual deviance.

Napoleon Bonaparte (another pervert who used to write to his mistress long poetry about her pubic hair, no foolin') ordered the final arrest of Sade, but the libertine was able to score one more affair with a 13-year old for 4 years before he passed on in 1814. He laughs at Chris Hansen from his grave.

Notably, he was in the insane asylum at the time, which would 100% make him win the "weirdest place you've made whoopie" game at your local baby shower.

Sade's main goal in his writings was to create “the most impure tale that has ever been written since the world exists." Not bad for his time.


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Bwahaha!

China's SWAT Team

Tough training of Chinese soldiers...

More at: http://verybadfrog.com/23935/art/sculptures-by-andy-goldsworthy

by Andy Goldsworthy

by Jay Ambrose
Published Wednesday, March 23, 2011





It was a time of uplift and uprisings. Yearning to be free of despots, find opportunity and have a voice in their own affairs in distinct places across a vast region, inspirited people rebelled, both a rising middle class and poor workers. Bad times had helped instigate their fury, which was further directed by a popular, relatively new form of mass communication.

This is not the Middle East in 2011 we're talking about, but Europe in 1848. Revolutionary encounters occurred first in France and then in Italian and German states, Ireland, Denmark, Hungary, Poland, Belgium and other monarchies as thousands sought to end repression.

There were striking similarities to accounts of what has been happening in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Iran, Yemen, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Syria and Jordan. While historical analogies are never even close to perfect, you wonder whether these similarities just might be to some extent instructive.

Unsurprisingly, hard times seem to play a role in revolution, even or maybe especially if the hard times were sometimes proceeded by years of relatively good times. In Europe 163 years ago, shifting populations and disappointing harvests contributed to famines and anger at wealthy, unsympathetic landowners, much as rising food prices in Egypt are said to have made corruption as usual seem intolerable to the poor. The middle class in Europe wanted more rights to match their climb in wealth, and one of the most striking features of the Middle East uprisings has been the anger of the educated at suddenly increased joblessness and the leadership of young, opportunity-seeking professionals in outwitting the powers that be.

A striking comparison is on the technological front. Europe in 1848 had relatively recent printing presses propelled by steam, and from that, a popular press telling people about freedom's possibilities; the Middle East in 2011 benefits from digital developments giving people Twitter and Facebook and protesters using these social media to communicate ideas and make plans to bring everyone together for action.

But wait: Freedom, eagerly sought in 1848 in Europe, is a goal Middle Eastern folk don't pursue, right? That's been the thesis of many who ridiculed President George W. Bush's arguments for spreading democracy in the Middle East, saying the populations there just didn't have the cultural history required to foster aspirations of the kind found in the West. Begging to differ with them are current events as well as Michael Novak, a Washington scholar who authored "The Universal Hunger for Liberty," an amazingly prophetic book published in 2004.

In it and a recent Wall Street Journal op-ed piece, Novak argued that it is the God-given nature of people everywhere to want freedom. He specifically talked about the followers of Islam, pointing out that this faith of reward and punishment implies belief in free will. The book's subtitle is "Why the Clash of Civilizations Is Not Inevitable."

So as 1848 went, 2011 will go? We ought to hope not, for while the European revolutions did effect some positive changes and helped establish a path for the future, they were largely a flop. The reasons are as varied as the places the revolutions were tried, but a major one almost everywhere was that they do not call entrenched powers entrenched for nothing. The forces for change were not equal to the forces for maintaining the status quo.

To be sure, much could go wrong in the Middle East; in some places, it is hard to imagine victory for freedom, and even in Egypt it remains possible that we will get some horror worse than what used to be. It nevertheless seems something more than an utterly forlorn hope that we will see some significant improvements soon in some countries and in all of them over the long haul.


Jay Ambrose, formerly Washington director of editorial policy for Scripps Howard newspapers and the editor of dailies in El Paso and Denver, is a columnist living in Colorado. He can be reached at SpeaktoJay@aol.com.


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Quote from: vhinz08 on December 04, 2009, 09:46:10 PM
Dauis? duol lang ba na sa Lag-itan?

Hello, Bay Vhinz? Hain ka na pud? 

Quote from: redDelicious on February 16, 2009, 08:52:15 PM
Hi every0ne,im a newbie here.i stumbled up0n ur great website when i googled nina's valentine c0ncert.pa-welc0me naman jan peepz!

Cheers!

xoxo
redD

Hello, Ms. Red? Hain ka na?

Gahuwat lang ning China nga mo-weaken ang America...

He he, makadumdom ra man hinuon madugay...

Bwahaha!

Quote from: hubag bohol on March 27, 2011, 11:11:38 AM
Tulo ang patay apil na ang 3-anyos nga batang babaye human nag-huramentado ang apohan niini nga kalit midunggab patay sa iyang kaugalingong anak ug apo ug pagkahuman nagpusil usab sa iyang kaugalingon diha sa ulo diha sa barangay Campo sa lungsod sa San Francisco isla sa Camotes niadtong Biyernes sa alas 7:36 sa gabii.

Quote from: fdaray on March 27, 2011, 12:14:29 PM
Unsa may kasong ipasaka sa suspect?  Huramentacide is the appropriate case.

Nah, kon pasakaag sumbong malagmit maghurametado ni siya sa impiyerno...

Na-impatient ang iro sa kauplok sa iyang amo...

Gipanggutom na tawon...

Klaro kaayo nga di mag-abot ang prongs ani...

Lami baya kaayo ning python, medicinal pa...

   A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
   
   Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
   
   When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:
   
   "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
   
   Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.
   
   What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.
   
   Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.
   
   Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."
   
   God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee!
   
   "The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."
 
   Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.


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Naghuramentado
Ni Darrel Carumba (Banat) Updated March 27, 2011 12:00 AM


CEBU, Philippines - Tulo ang patay apil na ang 3-anyos nga batang babaye human nag-huramentado ang apohan niini nga kalit midunggab patay sa iyang kaugalingong anak ug apo ug pagkahuman nagpusil usab sa iyang kaugalingon diha sa ulo diha sa barangay Campo sa lungsod sa San Francisco isla sa Camotes niadtong Biyernes sa alas 7:36 sa gabii.

Ang mga biktima mao ang anak niini nga 16 anyos nga si Kevin Donaire, ug apo sa suspek nga si Samantha Medillo, 3, nga mga molupyo sa nahisgutang lugar.

Samtang ang suspek mao ra ang amahan ug apohan sa mga biktima nga si Lucas Donaire, 47.

Matud pa ni PO2 Rex Donaire sa San Francisco Police dihang nahinabi sa Banat News subay sa imbestigasyon ang asawa sa suspek maoy unang gipusil niini apan nakadagan pahilayo apan nabiyaan ang mga biktima.

Dihang ang mga biktima nalang ang diha sa balay gidunggab sa suspek ang iyang anak nga si Kevin sa dughan ug dihang nalup-og ug nawad-an sa panimuot sunod niining gibitad ang 3-anyos nga apo sa iyang asawa nga niadtong higayuna naghilak na sa kalisang.

Diha-diha gisunod kini pagdunggab sa suspek makadaghang higayun sa lain-laing bahin sa lawas. Ang duha pulos patay na pag-abot sa Ricardo Maningo District Hospital.

Ang kapulisan nga miresponde nakaabot pa sa suspek nga nagbitbit og kutsilyo ug ang pikas kamot nagbitbit usab sa paltik nga kalibre .38 rebolber ug giingong daw wala sa kaugalingon.

Ang mga polis misuway pakig-negosasyon sa suspek ug giawhag kini sa pagtahan, hasta ang kapitan sa barangay nga si kapitan Alfredo Muana mitabang sa pagkombinsir sa suspek.

Apan giingong kalit midanguyngoy og hilak ang suspek ug igo lang mitubag nga wa nay kapuslanan ang iyang kinabuhi dayung dul-it sa maong armas diha sa iyang ulo ug gikablit kini makausa ka higayun.

Ang kapulisan nakakuha og suicide note sa pitaka niini nga dunay suwat nga nagkanayun nga naguol siya tungod sa sakit niyang Tuberculosis (TB) ug gituohan niyang siya maoy nakatakod sa iyang anak ug apo hinungdan nga nakahukom nalang siya pagpatay kanila ug ingon man pagpakamatay.

Ang asawa sa suspek nga si Bernardita mibutyag sa gihimong pagsukitsukit sa kapulisan nga wala silay namatikdang dunay gipamating sakit ang suspek sa mga nanglabay’ng bulan. (EIM)  (BANAT)

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Kini maoy payter... 

Bwahaha!

Otro pud ang kang Gary Busey...

Quote from: BolBuhol on March 21, 2011, 10:18:05 PM
lokot kag lato sawsaw sang soka na anghan namit gid bla parisan sang bahaw gadokot

Waay gid bang tihitihi pangpamanuggahi?

Quote from: islander on March 27, 2011, 01:26:22 AM
pareha man silang opaw.

Oi, sa kadaghang tan-awonon, ang ulo man jud ang namatikdan...

Quote from: islander on March 27, 2011, 01:04:28 AM
unya, kay ang itlog man ang hubag...

Aw, kon maohon di ni to si Botoy. Basin si Bay Bolbs to o kaha si Bay Bugs...

(Banat) Updated March 27, 2011 12:00 AM Comments (0)   


CEBU, Philippines - Nalandig sa tambalanan ang usa ka mabdos human kini matagak sa gisakyang traysikol sa miaging gabii human kini gilabnihan sa duha ka wala mailhing k******n sa sitio Kawayan barangay Yati lungsod sa Liloan.

Ang biktima nailhan nga si Gretchen Marie Diagro, 30, molupyo sa barangay Tayud sa maong lungsod kinsa daling gidala sa tambalanan human sa hitabo.

Ang biktima padulong nang mouli dihang kalit nga gituparan ang traysikol nilang nagdagan ug kalit gibunlot ang bag niini, apan gipugngan ni Diagro ang iyang bag ug tungod sa kakusgan sa k******n nahagbong kini sa ubos gikan sa traysikol.

Tungod niini ang biktima nakaangkon og mga samad sa nagkadaiyang parte sa iyang lawas ug dali usab kini nga gidala sa Vicente Sotto Memorial Medical Center.

Samtang matud pa ni SPO4 Remegio Elacion sa Liloan police station nga ang sulod sa bag sa biktima mao ang cellphone, P450 cash, nagkadaiyang ID, upat ka credit cards ug mga importanteng dokumento.

Matud pa ni Elacion nga mao kini bag-o karun nga modus operandi sa mga kriminal sa maong lungsod. (Lesley Caminade-Vestil/EIM) (BANAT)

Hmm, maayo diayg gawi ang maong mga sangpotanan kon maohon...

Due to their unique physical features, the lack of solid religion, and nomadic lifestyle, for a long period of time, the gypsies were looked down by mainstream society. Numerous western literatures in the 18th century directly / indirectly reflected the social role of the gypsies of the time, such as <La Gitanilla> (by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra), <Wihelm Meisters> (by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe), <Notre Dame de Paris> (by Victor Hugo), and <Carmen> (by Prosper Merimee).

"Deep Melancholy, heart-piercing grief, and wild despair" (qtd. in Bellman 1998 75) is the appropriate description for the life of the gypsy people. The history of the gypsies can be considered as one of misery. It is true that due to their physical appearance, foreign tongue, behaviors and exotic customs, the gypsies were subjected to disapproval by others. However, what was considered even more outrageous was their rootless lifestyle combined with, not only the lack of a Christian faith, but a complete absence of fixed religious beliefs altogether. It is obvious that such a lifestyle was deemed abnormal to a Europe that "associated personhood, for most of society, with the locality of ones birth". (Bellman 1998 75) Moreover, in 16th century Europe, people believed that from nobility to peasantry, each caste of the societal hierarchy had its own particular place and mission. It can be clearly seen the difficulties to fit the gypsies into such a political-religious system. The gypsies therefore were regarded as rude, wild, and dangerous strangers. They were the target of suspect and satire. The occupations they typically took were various low-pay, low-level social positions, such as blacksmiths, magicians, musicians, and dancers. Some even had the ill fortune to work as slaves.

The gypsies had started to appear in western literature during the emerging period of the Style Hongrois (around the 18th century). In many works, the gypsies were characterized with wandering, irresistible attraction, and betrayal. At times, they even were symbolized as baby-snatchers, thieves, and witches. In Bellman's "Gypsies in literature & culture" chapter, there are interesting descriptions of the exaggerated gypsy stereotype in western literature at that time.

"If the author needs loneliness and gloom, this is what the Gypsies represent; if a threatening criminal class is called for, particularly where theft is concerned, the Gypsies can always serve; if one simply needs a group of wonderers, the Gypsies come immediately to mind. They also do yeoman's duty as the personification of sexual infidelity, particularly in cases where circumstances have led one's characters into temptation". (Bellman 1993 76)

Apparently, these mysterious and fairy-like social roles reflected the Europeans' fear and distrust on the wandering alien. The Gypsies (1824) by Alexander Pushkin, (Upon which, Rachmaninov composed an opera called Aleko) well illustrated an aspect of the gypsy stereotype. This play tells the story of the protagonist, Aleko, who falls in love with a charming gypsy girl during his travels with a band of gypsies. A year later, the gypsy girl betrays him. The whole story, to a certain extent, sounds similar to Carmen (1847) by Merimee and shares similar results: the male protagonist kills the gypsy girl and her lover to express his hatred.

Even though literary stories in the 18th and 19th century which colored the gypsies with biases were abound, some works in which the authors expressed their sympathy for the mistreatment of the gypsies can be found. Such works include Ludwig Achim von Arnim's Isabella von Agypten (1812) and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's play Gotz von Berlichingen (1773).


More at: http://people.unt.edu/jw0109/misc/gypsy.htm

Snoop cat...

Syarog di motaod sa seat belt...