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Is this a conflict of Church & State? And does your church have both of these flags displayed in the front of the church?

Throw in a life size cross and you'll really be making a political statement for the empire.

PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO...

Is it possible to pledge allegiance to both Jesus and the flag?  Do you think Jesus would wear a red, white, and blue robe if he was here today?

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As I walked in the mall I heard a humor about the person who won 1 million dollar in the bingo game. The bingo hall is located at the 3rd floor of that establishment. As I continue walking I said to myself how lucky is that man. I also thought that when God showered blessing he catch atleast one. I went to the pharmacy  to buy the medicine of my grandmother when somebody call my name.

I was shock when I saw my high school friend with his husband. We don’t see each other for almost 6 years.We lost contacts when we continue are journey to our college life. She ask me if I can join them to a snack. So we went one the fast food chain located in that mall to have some snack. We have fun telling story  especially reminiscing the fast. After 1 hour of conversation his husband invited us to join him because he want to play bingo.

We went to the third to floor of that mall where the bingo hall is located. We buy cards so that we can join the game. The first patten was big frame. We enjoy playing but we don’t even won that game. As the game continue we have  so  much fun, we don’t even notice the time and that in is the last pattern for the bingo game that day.

The last game pattern was block out. We fill-in the number being called and as the time past buy i didn’t notice that i have 1 number left, and that was number 11 and what a coincidence that number was my lucky number. The caller of that game said that the next number that he is going to called must be the number that last number for the jackpot. And I was amazed when my lucky number was being called. I was shock and I can believed that I won 1 million dollar. Few hours ago I just heard humors about a person who won bingo and now I am ono of them.

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]]> http://dbsdmsgp.wordpress.com/?p=209 Fri, 25 Jul 2008 09:59:45 +0000 클라라 http://dbsdmsgp.wordpress.com/?p=209 Sorry for the bad angle.  I had to take this without him knowing.

Manong is the tricycle driver I sometimes get a ride from after work on my way home.  Usually he calls me while I'm walking along the street and he drives me straight home, unlike some drivers who'd drop me off at the end of our street and I'd have to walk a long way to our house.  Some drivers even make me pay almost twice as much just to drop me off at our house while this guy only charges me P10.  He even picks up some kids walking home and drops them off along the way (and lets them ride for free).  I think he's a really nice guy.  Bless his heart for being so old and yet super masipag to still be a tricycle driver and have a heart as good as his.

xxx

Priest

Après avoir visité quelques salons, après avoir pleuré des heures dans ma salle de bain, Vla pas qu'on me parle DU coiffeur, THE coiffeur. Je l'ai surnommé : le coiffeur des stars, a posteriori hein. Parce que les gens qui m'en avaient parlé, et qui y allaient, et qui y vont encore (grands fous), sont de la Haute, voyez vous, des gens qui gagnent du pognon, ou qui ont des parents ou des maris qui gagnent du pognon, qui vous le font sentir à chaque fois que vous les voyez, et qui vous parlent comme à des beubeu parce que vos chaussures là, oui celles là, elles viennent de la Halle aux chaussures non? Mouahmouahmouah.

Revenons à nos moutons cheveux. Je prends donc Rendez-vous chez... je sais meme plus son nom... zout... appelons le... le coiffeur... vala, le coiffeur c'est bien ça!

Je prends RDV, un soir après le boulot, je reste sur place (à 50 km de chez moi) et je rentre après le rdv! Je me suis dit que chouette, enfin on allait me parler normalement, vu que je vais chez LE coiffeur, j's'rai trop hype moi.

J'arrive. J'ai peur. C'est CA qui me coiffe la??? un mec en tong roses avec de la corne aux pieds, avec un jean bizarre, un tshirt déchiré mais qui tient avec des épongles à nourrices (il me dira plus tard que c'est un des derniers modèles D&G, original, meme pas une imitation hein! attation)(je fais bien de préférer la Halle des fois jme dis), les cheveux très courts peroxydés avec une crète rose fluo en haut...

j'ai mal au aux cheveux ventre!

J'ai le droit à un thé, et ensuite à un massage de la tête (que mon coiffeur de maintenant, le vrai, le doué, le bon que j'aime sait faire mille fois mieux hein)

Vient le moment de couper. Je lui dit que je veux pas du court, j'ai jamais eu court, j'aime pas court. Il fait des trucs de visagiste, à passer ma main puis la sienne dans les cheveux et toussa. Puis, sans prévenir, d'un coup d'un seul, il me fait une queue de cheval à l'arrière et coupe à ras de l'élastique...

C'est le moment qu'ont choisi le Zom et son ami pour débarquer. Le coiffeur arrete tout et leur sert un peu de vin... ils rigoulent, et moi j'ai limite envie de pleurer. Mais je peux pas y'a trop de monde. Et il continue. Chéwi me dit que c'est joli, moi je sers juste les dents en me disant " ca repousse ça repousse"... en attendant, j'ai plus de longueur du tout, et ma belle soeur se marie la semaine prochaine...

C'est la pire expérience capillaire que j'ai pu vivreje crois...

Surtout que les stars, elles, quand elles y vont, bein elles sont jolies!

Je n'y suis plus jamais retourné. Et dès que j'entends parler de lui, mes pointes tremblent...

I can't believe that I have chosen to put my thoughts into words while exposing myself to millions of people on the Internet.

I tend to be a more reserved person that doesn't share her personal life with others. I do tell people things about myself but only the details that I want them to know.

Why am I like this?

Because I have learned that sometimes when you confide in others they can use that information against you when you are no longer on good terms.

It's a horrible feeling to have someone you trust violate you in that way.

Some people that will read this blog as it progresses might think that I am a negative person.

I prefer to think of myself as a realistic person.

I don't really worry too much about other peoples opinions because we can't be accepted and loved by everyone.

So why am I doing this as an anonymous writer?

Because I want to finally be able to speak my mind and to share what I am experiencing without holding back.

I decided to write anonymously on the Internet to share my thoughts, experiences and my flaws.

Hopefully, I will meet people that understand where I'm coming from and that are also going through similar experiences.

I also would like to talk to and hear from people that need advice or that need someone to listen to them.

Because we all have problems and we all need someone to just shut up and LISTEN or READ.

Has blogging helped any of you express yourself in ways that you don't normally do off the Internet?

"There is so much more in the Book of Mormon than we have yet discovered. The book's divine architecture and rich furnishings will increasingly unfold to our view, further qualifying it as "a marvelous work and a wonder" (Isaiah 29:14). As I noted from this pulpit in 1986, "The Book of Mormon is like a vast mansion with gardens, towers, courtyards, and wings (Book of Mormon Symposium, 10 October 1986). All the rooms in this mansion need to be explored, whether by valued traditional scholars or by those at the cutting edge. Each plays a role, and one LDS scholar cannot say to the other, "I have no need of thee" (1 Corinthians 12:21)."

The link is here.

You know how these talk shows are. The host usually does a stand up act for about 10-15 minutes and the rest of it is usually actors, singers, performers promoting something.

Yesterday, there was this promotion for the ‘Survivor' kids called Kidnation or something, and a couple of kids came on the show along with their moms. And they were their usual smart ass selves. The kids, not the moms :).

Okay so I'm not a big fan of kids either.

But the interesting bit came later when one of the viewers asked the kidnation moms questions. The questions were the usual ones - was it tough letting your child go alone for forty days, were you concerned about their safety and welfare without adult supervision etc. And then one viewer asked, "Whose decision was it?"

Ellen clarified, "You mean which parent's?"

The viewer said, "No I meant the kids or the parents."

Ellen was taken aback. "Oh, I think the parents. Cos I don't think the parents would have insisted if the kids didn't want to go." Her tone had an implicit duh! in it.

She wouldn't have been so derisive if she knew my father. In fact, we had our own ‘survivor' incident when I was in my teens. Except we called it ‘survival' incident.

The Army was organising a ten day survival camp for officers' kids. Now my dad, who was all about competing and excelling and being perfect at everything, was keen that I go.

I wasn't. By the way, I wasn't quite doing high jumps at the prospect then but I would highly recommend it to all women.

I was eventually led out of my house with a lot of kicking and screaming. Him, not me. "For God's sake, it's just a camp!"

On my part there was just imploring. "But papa, it's a survival camp! They put you up in the jungle with spiders and snails and other creepy-crawlies! What if get bitten by a scorpion or something?"

"So what? Other kids are also doing it."

"Yes, but the other kids are also doing sex and drugs!"

"Don't be a smartass. And being stung by a scorpion is not going to kill you."

Notice he didn't say anything about it not being incredibly painful.

And then he started on, "When I was doing the commando course..."

And I hastily said, "About scorpions, they do have antidotes at the camp, right papa?"

Anyway, I went to camp (as if I had a choice) where they taught us how to kill chickens. With bare hands.

This according to me was a useless exercise considering chickens are domesticated animals and therefore, hardly likely to be found in the jungle. Now wild boars would have been something else.

But I did learn how to snap a chicken's neck. A story I would never tell my grandmother who would suffer a coronary thinking just about a Jain girl, her granddaughter killing living beings.

But it is a story I love to tell men, especially the ones I want to get rid of. Sometimes I dare them to a competition as well. It works every time. I guess survival camp teaches you how to survive in all kinds of jungles.

A "shower" is precipitation from a convective cloud (a bubbly-type broken cloud). "Rain" is precipitation from a layered cloud. If a shower lasts more then 20 minutes, it's probably rain.

In pratica una shower dura 20 minuti, ma se dura di più allora si dice rain, ma bisogna anche vedere da quale nuvola scende l'acqua.
Ora immaginate un impiegato che esce di casa la mattina. Vede che non c'è il sole e inizia a scrutare le nuvole, ma non basta. Appena inizia a scendere l'acqua prende l'orologio e inizia a contare i minuti. Se arriva a venti può dire che si tratta di rain, altrimenti è shower.
Mah: inizio a rimpiangere l'italiano e soprattutto il romano. Il nostro impiegato non si fa troppi problemi. Esce di casa e se piove al massimo dice: Cazzo, l'ombrello!

1. Prima di mettere le nuove torte nel frigorifero, devi controllare che non ce ne siano di vecchie nel surgelatore! A proposito: hai messo tu la torta alla vaniglia nel freezer due giorni fa? Non lo so, non me lo ricordo...non credo! No, perchè martedì mattina avete lavorato solo tu e Joel e lui sa benissimo che non va mai surgelata!
(Traduzione: la sai la differenza tra una torta fredda e una coi pezzi di ghiaccio attaccati? Ecco, vedi di non fare cazzate, che ne hai fatta una grossa come un casa due giorni fa. Hai surgelato l'unica torta che non va surgelata e so che sei stata tu, primo perchè sei stupida e secondo perchè c'eravate solo tu e il figlio della proprietaria del caffè in cui lavori. Mi sembra chiaro chi sia stato).

2. Quando prepari le uova sbattute le devi mettere SUL toast, non vicino. Va bene, scusa se non l'ho fatto, ma mi hanno sempre detto che andava bene anche nell'altro modo. Si chiamano "scrambled eggs on toast" proprio perchè le uova devono essere SUL toast, come me SU di te, uova SUL toast. E poi la gente paga un sacco per le uova, quindi i toast vanno serviti più tostati, non bianchi come questi, devono essere marroni. E non devi tagliare le fette in due, devono essere servite intere. Capito?
(Traduzione: ma che cazzo hai combinato! Sei talmente scoordinata che non riesci nemmeno a tenere il cucchiaio fermo e mettere due uova sbattute su un toast? Te la faccio semplice, così capisci: Io sono un uovo, perchè sono migliore di te, tu sei un misero pezzo di pane tostato. Io mi metto sopra di te e cerco di soffocarti perchè mi stai facendo perdere la pazienza. Ecco: le uova vanno sul toast, proprio come nell'esempio che ti ho fatto. Poi era talmente semplice, lo dice pure il nome, nemmeno sai leggere? Ma le conosci le preposizioni? Sei andata a scuola o hai dormito per oltre dieci anni? La gente paga una fortuna per le scrambled eggs, non può vedersi arrivare un pezzo di pane bianco e per giunta tagliato a metà. Spostati e fai fare a me. Adesso guarda e impara: io con i toast ci faccio anche gli origami).

3. I vetri che chiudono la vetrina delle torte devono essere sempre chiuse. Non sia mai entra una mosca...
(Traduzione: non so più come romperti le palle, quindi mi sono inventato la cazzata delle mosche che aspettano che tu lasci lo sportello aperto per entrare, divorare le torte e fartele pagare tutte dalla prima all'ultima).

Per motivi di spazio ho evitato di scrivere tutte le critiche ricevute questa mattina.
Dopo pochi minuti si è avvicinato di nuovo e già temevo il peggio, ma era venuto solo per dirmi che avrebbe preso i 30 minuti di pausa e mi avrebbe lasciato da sola.  Mi ha detto che se avessi avuto bisogno di qualcosa, avrei potuto chiamarlo, perchè sarebbe rimasto nei paraggi. Se avessi sbagliato qualcosa con la cassa, avrei scritto un fogliettino e poi lui avrebbe recuperato i miei danni. In quel momento mi sono sentita la persona più felice del mondo, finalmente non giudicata ogni minuto! Ma ho presto capito che sarei rimasta davvero sola, senza avere la minima idea di come fare un caffè. (Il corso è stato spostato alla prossima settimana).
Tempo di pensare a questo, che si avvicinano 4 clienti. Va bene - mi sono detta - al limite sbaglierò a mettere più o meno schiuma nel latte e nel cappuccino, ma non posso sbagliare, perchè sono solo latte e caffè.

SECONDO VOI I CLIENTI HANNO CHIESTO IL CAPPUCCINO O UN SEMPLICE CAFFE' ? ! ?

Ebbene no. Per i primi due, un bell'Hazelnut Latte (latte alla nocciola) e un Hot Chocolate (cioccolata calda); per i secondi un very very week flat white (caffè latte molto molto diluito) e una cosa che nemmeno ricordo. Mi chiudo nel retro bottega. Vabbè, tanto chiamo Dhiren e arriva. Lo chiamo e non risponde. Vabbè, lo richiamo. Non risponde di nuovo. Chiamo Corey, ma non risponde. Agitazione. Esco allo scoperto e i primi due clienti, che volevano le bibite a portar via, mi dicono che vanno di corsa perchè devono tornare a lavoro. Panico. A questo punto non posso più mentire e dico la verità: scusate tanto, ma sono stupida e non sono in grado di fare i caffè e per giunta mi hanno lasciata qui da sola! Vergogna, ma in fondo penso che non sia colpa mia.
I clienti mi dicono che vogliono i soldi indietro, così apro la cassa ma non ricordo i prezzi, quindi chiedo la somma pagata e mi dicono 6 dollari. Mi fido, non ho altra scelta.
Nel frattempo le due signore sedute si alzano e mi chiedono dove sono i loro caffè. La solita scomoda verità, dura da ammettere. Si arrabbiano e mi dicono che avrei dovuto dirglielo prima che non sono in grado di fare il caffè. In quell'istante arriva Dhiren e con aria stupita mi dice: che succede?
Mi affretto a spiegargli la situazione, in modo che possa recuperare, ma non ricordo quale, tra i due, sia l'ordine delle due signore, così invito Dhiren a chiederglielo.
Le sue parole sono state aggressivamente e indianamente chiare: "You took the order, you go!" Va benissimo, tanto ormai sono proprio stata umiliata, quindi un'ulteriore umiliazione mi fa un baffo.
Mi avvicino alle signore e chiedo loro se l'ordine è quello giusto. Vengono servite.
Dhiren viene verso di me e mi chiede dell'altro ordine. Gli spiego che ho dovuto dare i soldi indietro e inizia la baraonda.

4. Te l'avevo detto che se avessi fatto uno sbaglio avresti dovuto scriverlo. Come faccio a sapere se hai fatto qualcosa di sbagliato se non me lo dici? Ti ricordi che te l'ho detto?
(Traduzione: allora sei proprio analfabeta)!

Poi con estrema naturalezza mi ha detto che avrei dovuto chiamarlo. Il suo cellulare, però, era silenzioso e quindi non l'ha sentito. Era quasi colpa mia. Forse avrei dovuto chimarlo con il fumo del tosta pane o urlando per tutto il centro commerciale.
Ma per finire mi ha detto: Avresti dovuto dirmelo di non andare in pausa!

Chi mi conosce bene sa come va a finire questa storia. Penso di strapparmi il grembiule e di andare via, ma alla fine mi rinchiudo nel retro bottega e, sciacquando le tazze e i piattini, mi metto a piangere. Ma non va bene nemmeno questo, perchè dopo poco arriva anche lui.

5. Ma che fai, piangi? Non serve piangere, smetti di piangere subito. Avresti solo dovuto dirmi di non andare in pausa.
(Traduzione: sei ridicola. E poi non piangere che altrimenti devo passare lo straccio per terra e non mi va proprio. Non mi fai pena nemmeno un pò, perchè è comunque colpa tua. Avresti dovuto dirmi di non andare in pausa, così primo non ci sarebbero stati casini e secondo mi sarei sentito un figo perchè non sai fare a meno di me).

6. Senti comunque, puoi prendere gli ordini che io devo andare a prendere della merce che è arrivata?
(Traduzione: me ne sbatto talmente tanto le palle di te che pure se sembri un mostro perchè hai pianto così tanto, devi umiliarti davanti ai clienti e servirli con le lacrime agli occhi, perchè io devo andare a prendere della roba. Se ci andassi tu faresti qualche casino, quindi meglio che rimani qui da sola. Tra l'altro è pure divertente tornare, trovare i casini che hai combinato e fare l'eroe che sistema tutto).

Bella giornata devo dire, la migliore giornata di lavoro da quando sono qui. E pensare che il prossimo martedì mi ritocca lavorare da sola con lui.
Buona fortuna a me!

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Lush greenery, wet and misty mornings, the thrill of the first rumble in the sky, the clichéd bheegi mitti ki khushboo, the gay abandon of getting wet in the first rains, the relief from the horrible May heat and dusty roads and brown hills and pale woebegone trees, waterfall picnics in the hills, garam-garam butta and onion bhaji and wada pav, splashing around in rain water puddles, twirling my colorful umbrella and soaking everybody around in the process, coming home and changing into dry clothes and perching myself on the swing in our balcony, a warm cup of coffee in hand, to enjoy the rains outside - these are just some of my wonderful memories of monsoons in my hometown.

(Incidentally, I splashed around in puddles of rain water in our complex this morning without a guilty thought - unlike in Mumbai, I knew this puddle contained rain water and little else! This simple and innocent moment of fun brought back all these childhood memories - I remembered walking to the bus-stop in my white raincoat with big green and blue flowers, spoiling Aai's saree by jumping around in the water, I remembered blocking the drainage hole, much to Aai's consternation, to fill up our terrace with rain water and then splashing away to glory while getting wet in the torrential downpour from above.)

I had no love for the monsoon in Pune though, where I lived for a couple of years after college - the dull lackadaisical drizzle throughout the day made me long for a straightforward torrential Mumbai downpour to get it over with - but winters in Pune are simply delicious. Cold, but not unbearably so, the mornings are perfect to snuggle under a warm razai (and miss the bus!) and an added attraction are the gorgeous and heavenly fragrant rajnigandha flowers one can bring home by the armful in the evening, without emptying one's pockets for the privilege.

Now you would think me crazy if I said I love winters in the Northeast United States, my home for now, wouldn't you? (Although they have their moments, I must admit - I like the peace and quiet of winter here, and I enjoy snow-mobiling and snow fights and building snowmen.) But the New England spring is the closest equivalent for my beloved monsoons - it is a similar harbinger of hope and freshness and new beginnings. I especially love the transition from spring to summer when tiny green leaves and colorful little flowers peep out into our hitherto dull gray world. The air is nice and crisp, not-too-hot and not-too-cold, and it is such a relief to finally get out after months of being cooped indoors.

Phew! As usual, this post turned into my ramblings on a dozen random memories rather than a simple answer to the question ThoughtSafari had tagged me for - What kind of day would you be? But what a rush of beautiful memories it brought on! Thank you so much for this lovely tag TS, I thoroughly enjoyed doing it.

Now to cut this rather long post short and answer the question, I would be an exuberant, playfully romantic and tempestuous monsoon day, the kind when ten foot high waves lash the walls of my beloved Marine Drive. And finally, I am very curious, M, D, MadMomma and Usha, what kind of day are you like?

Abstract:  Background Minority ethnic groups in the UK are reported to have a poor experience of mental health services, but comparative information is scarce. Aims To examine ethnic differences in patients’ experience of community mental health services.

Method Trusts providing mental health services in England conducted surveys in 2004 and 2005 of users of community mental health services. Multiple regression was used to examine ethnic differences in responses.

Results About 27 000 patients responded to each of the surveys, of whom 10% were of minority ethnic origin. In the 2004 survey, age, living alone, the 2004 survey, age, living alone, detention and hospital admissions were stronger predictors of patient experience than ethnicity. Self-reported mental health status had the strongest explanatory effect. In the 2005 survey, the main negative differences relative to the White British were for Asians.

Conclusions Ethnicity had a smaller effect on patient experience than other variables. Relative to the White British, the Black group did not report negative experiences whereas the Asian group were most likely to respond negatively. However, there is a need for improvements in services for minority ethnic groups, including access to talking therapies and better recording of ethnicity.

For the full-text of this article please email: susan.jennings@lancashirecare.nhs.uk

"Alleluia" na katha ni Alejandro Consolacion at binigyang buhay ng aking pinakapaboritong coro (biased ako), ang University of the Philippines Singing Ambassadors. Kinanta ito noong taong 2005 sa Alsace, isang proinsya sa Pransya.

(Salamat Kuya Vic sa video.)

Trivia: Ako ang nakapula sa gitna.

You'd think it's one of those cropped pants or loose capris but it's actually her work pants STAPLED up.  It was raining hard that afternoon and she was worried about getting her white pants stained with mud -- she didn't want whoever was in charge of the laundry to have a hard time washing it.

How thoughtful right?  :P

I'd like to thank Shane and Chris for retelling the story we heard almost two years ago, about a gunman who walks into an Amish school in Pennsylvania to shoot and kill six children before turning the gun on himself.  Shane and Chris reminded us of the beautiful picture painted, before all of America and the rest of the world, of the Grace that  was extended to the family of the gunman.  The Amish families involved, not only forgave the gunman's family, they invited his family to attend the funeral of the girls who had been killed, they requested all relief money raised be shared with the gunman's family and then they attended his funeral.

What would happen in this world if our country decided to repond in this kind of way, when acts of terror are constructed against us?

It's been 10 days since my New York saga, and I am still busy configuring, implementing and downloading the many recommendations the small, but powerful IT team at ADC, gave me.  Although I'm working hard on studying for my Informatics 2B: Algorithms, Data Structures and Learning in the main, many things have changed since I arrived home.  My room for one is no longer carpeted but now has wooden laminate flooring as well as a dedicated Ethernet port.  Other notable mentions are the family bathroom which was completely redone during my adventures.

Another is my mindset, my 4th visit to the restless city has been a real eye opener,  among the things I have learnt is that it is often the simple things that are the most difficult to realise that they may actually work, another case of over-complication.

Learning from others is always beneficial. By learning from someone in the same line of work as myself I am always able to better myself and in doing so better better the end product produced.  Be it more aesthetic, more efficient or more user-friendly.  It is in all a better experience for the user.  The advantage with learning from someone outside of my country is enormous, often the way each country's education is structured and how it is taught varies a great deal from each country to the next.  This allows people outside of my country to learn from me and vice versa.  The advantage being that so many fresh ideas are injected into a project and that many techniques and programming conventions are shared among the team.

In all this New York odyssey has been a great learning experience and very beneficial for me as a software engineer.  It will most certainly help me in the years to come as I am to develop my talents in my chosen endeavour.

I think I've twittered on enough for one blog post.  I am going to attempt to keep you updated at lease once a week if possible.  Many thanks for reading.

(original blog post written on AF8895  at 2030EST  (0130 GMT))

The eldest sister failed the intermediate examination and for this, her mother snubbed her off very badly. Due to this, she got mentally discouraged extremely. Her name is Shoma. She had three younger sisters, Reema, Neelima & Masuma. They were also unhappy and very very sad because their elder sister got blamed badly by their mother. All of them were school students. Four sisters decided secretly to kill themselves by eating poison.

At last, past monday all of them have eaten poison. As soon as it discovered by others, they had been taken to the nearest hospital but before reaching the hospital, the all had died. It happened in Tripura of India. Girls' father is a retired school-teacher.

Information Source is not verified. This is a translated post from the famous bangla blogging platform Somwherein. Click below to see the actual post (in Bangla).

It was really a nice pleasure to visit the lovely zone of Dhaka zoo on a rainy season. Due to three or four day's long heavy rainfall, the dhaka zoo was quite empty. I went to the zoo at the end of continuous rainfall and enjoyed the best ever visit to the common (for us) visiting place, Dhaka Zoo -- which is the national zoo here in Bangladesh

On the daily star we got a news story saying that after some years, Dhaka Zoo has imported some Giraffes along with Kangaroos and Zebra. We were curious to see a Giraffe not on the TV but by our own eyes. My classmates and I fixed few dates to go to the Zoo but we couldn't just for heavy rainfall. But finally we went separately. Unfortunately, I had to go there alone.

At around 1.30PM I left my home and went to the bus stand for a bus towards the Zoo. Chiriyakhana (Zoo) 2 bus picked me up and I got down when the I arrived the zoo. Wow, I wondered. There was almost nobody at the ticket counter -- where usually hundreds of people gather for a ticket everyday excepting holidays. Whatever, I bought a ticket and entered the zoo through its empty entrance.

After enjoying their sweet jumping and playing, I walked towards the exhibits of Giraffe. Though there was no giraffes at the zoo since last few years, the exhibit of giraffe was empty and existing reminding us that once upon a time there were Giraffes.

The exhibit of Giraffe was bounded by a boundary of thin cable so that people may not reach the Giraffes. I went to the zoo with my DV (Digital Video Camera) to take some photos of the Giraffes. I was disappointed seeing that I may take photos but they won't be well-taken, as I got to capture picture in a little bit distance. Yet I had taken some photos when one of those Giraffes came at the frontside of the exhibit. Here it goes:

They all were enjoying (seemingly) the nice weather of Bangladesh. It seemed like they did understand that they are here just to have a visit. After a little while -- which might be some months or some years-- they will have to meet their death due to the bloody carelessness of the staffs of the concerned zoo. Biologists must come forward to help these helpless animals. What they can do when the zoo staffs don't give them enough meal?
We must come forward and take strict steps to protect these animals from being killed (or what?). The Zoo authority must take useful and effective decision how they can protect those helpless animals from the black paw of greed.

In association with Biborton.

• When we were on the prayer walk, I saw a lot of pain and unhappiness with some people, but when I prayed and walked through God's eyes, I heard that no matter how much ugliness is in the world, there is always more beauty to overcome it! I saw so much of God's beauty in nature, and also the happiness in one parents eyes, as they were playing with their child in their grass-less yard. They seemed to not care that they were not wealthy in worldly possession, but were still truly happy! - Stephanie F.
• God's light shining through in dark and dreary places. An awakening happening through us. Where we walk, God will go before! - Shawn S.
• God was showing me that there is a lot of poverty, and a lot of people who are really just struggling to live, and to feed their babies, and also to bless those families. - Amy K.
• An alignment of people in all the jobs, to where they affect the people they do work for, and an alignment of the people living there, and affecting the others. - Tyler G.
• God told me that he was going to help this city with a harvest -- meeting with lots of people. - Nate G.
• We as humans tend to judge people, but God told me that he created them and loves them so much, and I should too. They need him just as much, if not more than us.  They may not have what we have, and they still are equal in God's eyes. - Becca W.
• That every one of us makes mistakes and sins, and you need to accept them for who they are. - Caleb L.
• That _________ would find the courage to let go of something that he has held on to for his whole life. What he is looking for -- he can find that and more in God. - Amanda B.
• On the walk, God showed me the physical challenges people go through, just even around the church - anonymous
• Everybody crossing the water symbolized __________ crossing to God with his drinking problems - Jason
• God, you have shown me a lot today. This walk has opened my eyes. I have seen so much. It feels like I was looking through your eyes. - Staci
• God showed me a picture of all the hurting people. - Cynthia S.
• That the neighborhood and the people need lots of prayer. - Bridget D.
• I felt like God was showing me the importance of spending time with him and the need to make him the center of my life. - Sam H.
• As we walked by __________'s friend's house, the song "Set Me Free" by Casting Crowns popped into my head, so I prayed that God would break the chains in his life and that God would just really show himself to ___________'s friend. - Ali L.
• During our walk, God showed me a picture of a man -- in this case, __________ -- chained to the ground and on those chains were written "alcohol," etc... and then a man came and broke those chains and helped him to his feet and walked with him away from those chains of addiction. - Chris Morgan
• I looked up at the sky and I realized that I need to be kinder to my cousins, pray for me. - anonymous
• I want to pray for the homeless guy and that God will help him in every way possible. - Madison
• When we were walking, I was feeling lead to pray for people to be drawn to the church. I got a picture of the building being highlighted and when the door was opened, angels and the light would flood out. I got this feeling like everywhere we walked was anointed and the presence of God was following us. It was like everywhere was dark, but where we were, it was like a path of light. - Sarah L.
• As my group was praying for _________, I got a picture of a man drinking and then felt extremely sad for him. As we walked past all the trailer houses, I could feel how badly God wanted to minister to them. The little park thing next to the trailers -- God showed me pictures of brand new equipment. - Ryan H.
• He showed me that the area we walked in and go to church is so broken and poor and hurting. They need reaching out to. They need Jesus... - Sam R.

• In particular at Mountain Island and Main Library, staff are interactive and more attentive to patron requests. Patrons are able to ask questions, staff will explain and make sure patron has everything they need. Many good experiences burning CDs in Virtual Village.
• Freedom Regional Staff are professional and friendly. They will greet you as you walk in. At Main Library, a woman spent 30 minutes of their time to make sure information was understood.
• Help that is received is step by step, that doesn’t happen as much now in some places. This shows where the library is headed.
• Reading down fines system, appreciative of director helping remedy problem of children with high fines, which prevents them from being able to use computers and check out materials. The reading down system helps get children back in the library. Kids need to be in library, regardless of book or computer use.
• Received outstanding help from Beatties Ford Road and Freedom Regional staff to coordinate an event.
• Freedom Regional meeting space is a very positive space for community. It serves as a hub for outward communication.

Join in the conversation. Tell us about a library experience that you particularly value or cherish by leaving a comment.

The main task of this blog is to express and manifest thoughts, opinions & pictures of the experiences during my 6-month China trip, starting in Shanghai.

Mainly I want to dedicate this blog to my family who opened up the opportunity for me to visit such an interesting country, and all my friends who hopefully frequently visit it and leave some comments.

祝你们好 (all the best),

Mike