"Thakur, jaan pyaari hai toh Tijori ki chabiyaan nikaal". Who doesn't remember this legendary line? Immortalized by Thakurs ranging from Kanhaiyyalal to Madanlal and Dacoits cum Robinhoods ranging from Raj Kumar to Sunil Dutt. Another such scene was where the greedy Thakur opens his Tijori to lend money to the poor Kisaan at high interest rate. Here the most important fundamental is Tijori. Our society too cherished this personal Tijori. Down the years, the Tijori got replaced by a bank locker for quite a few. Barring the recent trends, we are not known to be ardent investors. We do save money but most of us do not invest in other than the popular LIC policies. We all have such Tijori’s which keep our money safe and sound if not reap returns. Before you point out the decreasing worth owing to inflation, keep in mind that we usually keep our savings as gold, silver etc. But the Tijori persists.

“Kaam ho jaiyega Seth. Paisa mere Swiss bank account mein pahunch jaana chaiye”. This corruption and surplus black money has helped avert the mortgage crisis in India. Consider a house with market value of 1crore. Usually one pays 50lac in cash and 50lac via cheque. This ratio may vary from 40:60 to 45:55 or vice versa. The cash is what is usually called number 2 ka paisa. For the rest 50lac, we apply for a loan. Even if the property rates fall to say 80lac (from 1cr initially), unlike Americans we don’t forego our property to the bank. After all the current market rate is still greater than the loan due. So the black money in property business has not let mortgage crises come to India in the way it has rattled US. (for more read http://www.swaminomics.org/articles/20080330.htm)

“Madam hum ICUC bank se aaye hain. Aap loan chuka dijiye warna hum bahut kameeney log hain”. This dialogue delivered with pure sincerity in the movie “One Two Three”, gives us clear insight as to the low default rate in India. The loan is distributed via agents and settled via another set of agents, while the bank sits pretty. Should the leading banks go the legal way, it would take them at least 20 years to settle. Agree or not, this so called extortion has kept the so called fundamentals of our economy sound.

“Bhaisahab yeh Mangal-Sutra girvi rakh leejiye”. Nirupa Roy in need of money for the treatment of her sick son. Here mangalsutra is the key. Most of the Indian families have household jewellery. Ask your mother for confirmation. Regardless of the bank balance, there have to be sufficient diamond/gold/silver ornaments to be worn at various ceremonies. This domestic wealth is the one which has helped many a families sail through the dark times.

I am wondering why my summer was the most magical summer of my life.

For some people this is the most challenging time of life, and survival seems to be a constant theme.

I am also thinking and sensing at a deep level as my perception shifts from lack and limitation to unlimited and limitlessness things are happening.

Is it possible to go beyond just survive to actually more like thrive instead of survive?

It sounds a bit idealistic, and for some reason I am particularly attracted to thriving rather than surviving energy.

If the universe is really limitless and unlimited possibilities exist.Then; can we thrive even in the economy, the election this coming November, global warming, etc?

If abundance is a natural energy, and if the universe provides and is unconditional.Can we become more like the universe?

Could we be the universe when we sense ourselves enough with such gentleness and authentic searching that we actually become the thing or idea we were searching for?

Possibility Energy

Is something I wrote about a few months ago which explains how possibility energy can be used to allow us to go beyond surviving to thriving.

Throughout our whole life we have the responsibility to make choices for our own survival and experience.

When it comes to the topic of choice and responsibility, it takes a strong person to stand up to the podium to say that they do take full charge of all that they experience in life. Often we like to push responsibility off to others, not wanting to take control of our life because of the impacts that we cannot handle or find unjustified. We think that there is a time in our lives that we have to depend on others in order to survive, that we have no responsibility to take. If we really understood it for what it truly represented we would have already acknowledged that not only do we have responsibility for our lives from the time of our birth, we also have a responsibility to see that we get individually all that we need in order to survive.

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]]> http://thegreenbutler.wordpress.com/?p=18 Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:24:15 +0000 thegreenbutler http://thegreenbutler.wordpress.com/2008/10/10/how-to-survive-the-credit-crunch/ Millions of people are worrying about how they are going to survive the credit crunch. The answer is simple: become a hippy.

I came across this interesting article on a forum. The link to the original article is below. Particularly amusing is point 10, which mentions moving to India to get a job in a call centre..!

How To Survive The Credit Crunch

Though it makes up only 2 percent of our total body weight, the brain demands 20 percent of the body's oxygen and calories.

According to an article written in the Impact Lab, your brain does require a certain amount of oxygen and a certain number of calories, depending on what you are doing.
http://www.impactlab.com/2006/07/05/how-much-energy-does-your-brain-use/ “Need to lose some flab? Sit your big butt down with a math book—and feel the burn. The human brain is a 24-hour workhorse. While you’re thinking, millions of neurons fire messages back and forth to each other and to the various tissues in the body. These neurons need fuel, consuming a full 75 percent of the blood sugar from the liver and 20 percent of the body’s total used oxygen.

Simply to survive, your brain requires a tenth of a calorie per minute. Compare this with a walk to the doughnut shop, when your body burns approximately four calories a minute. Kickboxing zaps 10 calories a minute. And when you’re hunched over a crossword puzzle? Your brain is blasting through a respectable 1.5 calories a minute. Pass the Cheetos. “

Does this mean that if you do nothing but study something that is new and interesting and complicated that you need never worry about what you eat or how much. I think not, but from past experience, when I get really interested in something I lose track of time and do not remember to eat or sleep. That could cause some weight reduction – it could also cause bad health – so, I guess it’s back to a well rounded lifestyle with a good, healthy diet, a low impact exercise routine, good recreation and some time spent learning something new and interesting. Works for me!

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This weekend I noticed a couple of plants that need to be re-potted and a couple more that could use some more soil or need pruning.  I'll set aside some time in the next week to take care of these things, unless it gets warm and then I'll be raking leaves, or planting in the greenhouse. 

Sometime before Thanksgiving all get around to the house plants.  I promise. 

He's getting a little to damned comfortable in this relationship. Meaning his true form is showing. Its not like it was that much covered but shit I didn't notice before; I'm catching on to. He got one more time to whatever me and I'm going to snap. He contradicts the fuck out of himself. He ask a question then when he gets an answer he didn't/don't want to hear he says whatever like he shouldn't of asked or didn't want to know in the first damned place. I've never been angry at any of my significant others every other damned day. Like I said in my other blog, this relationship is more stress than its worth. Day after day I'm finding less and less things thats keeping me around. I'm just waiting on that last leaf to make its way to the ground. That last straw, that last drop; that last breath. I don't know if I would snap or just leave. Its come down to the point it wouldn't even be a point in me even getting angry or even saying anything when it doesn't mean squat TO him.

He in a minute is gone have his basketball friends, his best friend, his myspace friends, his CS friends and Y! friends but the girlfriend; is going to be gone. She might go back on her promise and not even be his friend. She might go back on her word and leave him. She just damned well might go back on everything she vowed not to do for the sake of her blood pressure.

Its like he think cause he has the title "boyfriend" he gets special treatments and shit. I mean yea the little shit but some shit he just makes me want to release all my anger out and clothesline the shit out of him. He don't realize I can get angry enough to toss his ass. I don't never remember much or know where the strength come from but someone usually gets hurt when I'm that angry. I hate bottling shit up, I hate repeating myself, I hate going through this shit over and over, I'm almost hate caring cause all it looks like to me is him getting a free ride. Well since he like living in filth; he like the way his home looked before I came around. Well thats how its gone be. I'm not gone pick up after him at all. I'm going to let him be on his daily scheduled routine; like I'm not around or something. I'm going to act invisible most of the time. This living arrangement is only temporary.

SOON as I get me a damn job and a damned good one I WILL be looking for me a place ASAP. & No he can't move in or come dirty up my place either. MAN it ain't even about his capabilities of cleaning or the fact his house if I wasn't there wouldn't get/be cleaned. Its the fact he takes advantage of shit.

You know, I'm very random with my blogs, I jump from one topic to another but still is understood ROYALLY. Anyway, this medicine that I'm taking; causes mood swings. But this is NO mood swing. These are bottled feelings that can't but want to escape, want to be heard, want to be seen, want to be acknowledged. But the man that is the main reason to all the madness is so blind, to the fact that he doesn't realize he's blind. He think its easy talking to him, he think its easy discussing shit to him. Everything is one sided cause he got this facade that he has all the answers. I hate that about him. He don't have all the answers. He don't know half of which he speak. When I cook, he has a problem with that. That irks the FUCK out of me when someone tell me what to do in the damned kitchen. I'm not kitchen illiterate. I know my way around. Let me move around that bitch to the best of my abilities. Don't tell me what to put in a pan. Let me do this. You wasn't in the kitchen when I started don't try to be in there when I damned there finished. When I do eat, he has a problem with that. He says I play around with my food; I've never done that a day in my life. He says I never eat. No you aren't around me every single moment. The 3-day weekend he was gone, I ate at least 50-60 times. I kept going back and back and forth to the store and to the fridge. I couldn't stop eating and I haven't taken my medicine yet. So he thinks he knows me, he thinks he knows my habits. When he only knows what he see's. Nothing that happens repeatedly, just that one time and he knows right away I do it all the time. Get that bullshit out of here Ced. We have NOT ONCE sat down and told each other our dreams, or even told where and how we grew up face to face.

Haven't even told you how I got so talented besides looking and shit and being stuck in the house when I was younger. Yea the shit I wrote you but the things you say and do to be is very obvious that you read it with your mind and eyes closed. Maybe you read it but shit you didn't remember half the shit that was said cause you didn't read it. I hate wasting my time thinking I'm going to get through that person only to be let down in the end. I give my all and that isn't enough. I knew I should of just stay with my girlfriend. We was cool man but we grew a part after high-school and shit. I would love to just turn back the tables and not even deal with the things that come with a penis. Some no MOST of y'all men of today that sit and chat with face-less people on the net day in day out is forgetting that it's going to be a day where someone is going to care and be there for you, but y'all just gone push them away cause you let that e-life rub off on you and thats all the hell you know. Half the time the e-life you're living is fake and you just so happened to start believing the shit and start acting it out in real life. Whether its calling females bitches or just not being themselves all together.

Another thing, I've talked to my ex about all the nudity on this computer I'm using; which is my boyfriends. She told me that even if she was a nigga she would have the respect to make that shit disappear. Thats disgusting and rude as fuck to even have that shit right in your face and its also a sign of cheating and worse things to come/happen. Either that person got a problem or he just don't give a damn about you and think them bitches he'll never fuck is more worthwhile than the one thats actually putting up with his bullshit and being there for him. She told me to let him keep e-fucking them face-less bitches miles and miles away. He gone look up and thats all the hell he gone have.

My ex-girl is just as real as me but unlike her when she speak people actually try to better themselves for good. Not for no damn week like my boyfriend but for life.

He is great to be around don't get me wrong there are some good qualities about him. Or I wouldn't be sticking around. I'm a sucker for love but I ain't no damn fool. Its not even about the sex; its pretty obvious I don't need it in my life. I mean I get the occasional horny-ness but who doesn't? Anyway, if it were more good qualities to out-weigh the bad qualities, I would be back in love with him but sadly, I'm out of it. I just love him. I'm not in love with him no more. That flame blew out a yr ago. Its sad its going to be 3 yrs and I know less about him than I did 2 yrs ago. People say if you fall out of love, you were never in love to begin with. People fall out of love like a chronic depressed person stops doing things they loved the most.

Also its like he hiding something. My gut is always right and my heart, every time I think about it; it starts beating fast. So yea he's hiding something and its bad but he says he not hiding anything but I'm rarely paranoid. I'm rarely not on the money. I be right on the money. & If he don't just come out with it, this relationship won't make it to this November and maybe not even that long. My heart is already telling me to throw in the towel on this relationship. Its not anything major that he's doing thats causing me to want to break up. Its the same little shit that keeps getting to me.

I know what I like in a man when it comes to a relationship. Just not with him, I don't know whats keeping me around, I don't know why I'm bothering myself with him. Not only does my heart tells me about the bad but it has a good side too. I think about down the road I guess. I guess that keeps the relationship going. Plus I can just sit and think about certain things he does or say and I just burst out laughing; damned there in tears.

Its very simple in fact; keeping me happy that is. Just make me laugh and do things with me. Its probably my last relationship, I go so much attention from that abomination. I kind of want that back. The attention my boyfriend gives me half the time isn't something I want. Usually I end up bruised and or in a choke hold from him wrestling with my ass. I guess beggars can't be choosers. I'll get the attention anyway I can I guess.

if i had a dollar for all of the times I thought I'd found the right one
I'dbe a billionaire
i could probably ride out and go and buy me one
i wouldn't mind a dude
that could take my attitude
and take the time to listen
someone that understands when i need a little space
and when i need attention. All you got to do is come around.

-N-

I decided to write this particular blog because there are so many other survivors out there.  It matters not one small whit what happened to take your child away from life and from you; what matters is that we have this thing in common: every day we open our eyes from our bed and discover that there really IS another day awaiting us.  We take our next breath.  We rise and begin anew just as we have done every previous day of our life.  We can acknowledge the emptiness we feel or we can attempt to stifle it, which accomplishes little but postpones the pain.

Those who surround you will ask, "What happened to your child?".  It is not that they need to know.  They blithely step into the habit of speaking that first thing on their mind.  Curiosity is first.  And while we don't want to have to be strong when we are already overwhelmed, it can be devastating to say any of those words again.  Tell yourself, the reason doesn't matter: The truth is that it IS the truth and your child is gone -- the whys, what fors and should haves will always be there.

My favorite answer to those thoughtless ones: "I won't discuss it.  I would rather talk about my child in a positive way because the good is what I want to remember."  Only a few, select, may receive the truth, and that is when I feel darned good and ready to talk to them about it.  If they are friends, they will be there to give support and encouragement not derail your emotions with shock and ignorant commentary.

Time heals but slowly.  No matter our age, we remember our child as if he or she were just in the room next to us.  Perhaps they are, and they simply want to let us know that, not only are they OK, but so should we be if we will allow ourselves to do so.  Some days will be more gentle than others.

I went home last weekend for my class reunion and stopped in at my son's grave.  I'd not been to visit in a year and half now that we live in the south.  It was a cool and peaceful afternoon and the trees are just starting to show some color.  The sun was hidden behind white clouds and the breezes were fair. 

Fall has always been my favorite time of year, and now, while bittersweet, it is still the beginning of celebration for me.  It just starts a few weeks earlier, November 14, instead of Thanksgiving.  I think of a handsome 13-year-old boy with brown eyes and freckles on his nose.  I celebrate not just his life, but that of his brother and sister and the rest of our family.  I celebrate survival.  I celebrate life today and take the lessons with me.  The little stuff is entirely unimportant.  Don't become bitter or angry; it serves you no purpose at all but to hold that pain more deeply inside.  Let it go, let your child go, and be free yourself to love them as you once did.  I promise you will find them again in your heart, and with that you may find joy again, in every day.

Been had death on my mind
For some time now
So I thought I’d bring it before me
And take a stroll through our
Somber cemetery of silent soldiers
Our national place for rest

And today was a perfect day for it
A perfect day for thinking death
For somewhere on that loop of 695
I see firefighters standing
On top of their trucks
Up above on the overpass
Them and beckoning flags in silhouette
Never seen that before
And then troopers blocking onramps
And then an amazing amazing amazing
Massive swarm of brilliant flashing lights
From every emergency vehicle imagined
Coming toward me like
A global emergency response
For the death of the end of the world
Then militaristic motorcycles zipping by
Zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip
One right after another zip zip zip zip zip
I never even noticed the hearse
But surely it too passed me by

Yesterday my daughter tells me
Her friend died from an overdose
The news numbs me and I tell her
That he's always stayed tucked away
In my psyche for some reason...almost
As if I was expecting to hear that his art
Has exploded on the scene
And that he made it through
But this is a mad strange world
And he was able to give it
A mere 7947072000 seconds
Which is both nothing and everything
In the eternal expanse of time

The national cemetery never ceases
To hush and humble me
The beauty in death
Yet as I occasionally read
The eclectic names
Stamped on tombstones
Wigglesworth
Curts
Baldwin
Musmanno
Sanchez
Eichelberger
Motherswell
Dimitriou
Fabellon
I can’t help thinking that
At least some of them
Too must have led
Lives addicted
Lives pained and troubled
Incomplete
Yet because of the ways of the world
And the ways of war
They were able to survive long enough
To die in a way that glorifies their death
And provides such a beautiful place to rest

Been had death on my mind
For some time now

Aq bener2 g tahan lagi !!!
Dan akhirnya Hp q jadi saksi klo aq sebenarnya adalah pemenang yg terpaksa mengalah karena keadaan. Aq kembali ketawa (sumpah, aneh betul ketawaq q liyat d cermin...)

Okeh... back to real life!!! jam 8.30an, masi muales bangun (jam7 udah bangun bwt sarapan bareng 1 rumah + kakek nenek, bis tu tidur lagi...) Janji ma anak2 jam 10, tapi ngomong ke difa jam 9... Akhirnya setelah mengumpulkan segenap jiwa, kekuatan, dan ketabahan, aq beranjak ke kamar depan d bawah buat nyetrika kostum hari ni, batik, boyish, agak resmi modelnya, ijo, kuning. bis nyetrika, mandi.

Naek ke kamar, ada sms dari difa "Jadi kada fin??". Hehehe... G q bales males ahhh. udah hampir jam 10, mesti aja dya sms kaya gtu.

Bis beres semua, aq turun. La???? Kok bisa2 nya aq di ajakin ke kelayan??? Ngawur deh, ya ga bisa lah... salahnya sapa juga, lagyn aq kan dah kasi tw dari kemaren ttg planning q hari nie...

Dan aq diijinin pergi. Aq manasin mio, trus pergi ke rumah Difa dalam waktu 3 menit. Tuh kan bener, masi blum pada datang. Y udah, nongkrongin difa deh (maksutnya???) 5 menit kemudian Rifduts, Aida Aitem Aimet, n Resti dateng... D t4 Difa hampir sejam lah. N Seperti biasa Aq, Rifda, n Aida olok2an tok, Dasar CUMI (CUcah MIngkem, kalo ga ngomong ya pasti mkan deh...) BIs dari Difa, ke Nispi, Difa nebenk aq, Ya harus lah...

Di Nispi, SKDol dateng... Sholat Djuhur d Nispi, dst.... Trus qt mutusin buat makan siang (ya... perut q mulae protes...) Tapi qt mo ke rumah noni dulu bwt ngecek keberadaan tu anak, soalnya g da kabarnya sama sekali... Aslinya sie aq yang tw no barunya, tapi kehapus... Sory ya Non, bukan bermaksut melupakanmu...

Ternyata Noni ada d rumah, setelah ada tragedi d rumahnya (Sstt... Rahasia rumah orang...) G sia2 punya badan tinggi, bisa ngintip dari luar pagar... Ya udah qt masuk deh... 5 menit d situ, Rifda pulang, Difa juga soalnya sakit perut... Yah, sendirian deh ntar aq... D Nony aq cuma baca majalah, khusus nya bagian kuis2 psikologinya... Yang laen??? tetep ae ngerumpi, dasar cewek...

Eh, bener kan yang keliling org nya ya tetep yang ini2 aja, cewek2 tok....

Jam 2 lewat, qt mutusin bwt pulng, g jadi makan siang... Perut q bener2 mo nangis dengernya, tapi dompet q sie tersenyum (^_^), Dah fren.... C U next time, qt punya 2 planning lagi bwt liburan nie....

Sampe rumah, makan !!! Trus ngerujak, n naek k kamar...
D kamar... Aq kembali tersenyum aneh (ada deh....) Padahal d luar lagi hujan, untung uda sampe rumah... Padahal ya kangen juga lama g ujan2an...

Ternyata, aq g bisa beristirahat dengan tenang (meninggal nie ceritanya???) katanya jam 5 ke Banjarbaru, trus langsung ke kelayan......... Huaaaaaa, aq kan capek (T__T)

Ya dah lah.... Hari nie aq dapat tambahan tenaga n mood ekstra kok... ^_-

(Ikhlas....) Akhirnya itu yang q putuskan untuk hari ini. Terlambat apa ya??? kemana aja aq??? Mungkin udah jadi kebiasaan klo aq bakal mengejar sesuatu harus sampai dapat ato aq emg susah banget bwt nerima kegagalan. Ya ya ya.... Belajar terus setiap harinya. Hidup emang keras kalo harus maksain kemauan qt terus.

Apa itu berarti mundur ??? Ohhh tidak... Mungkin hanya beristirahat sebentar, berpikir lebih dingin sejenak, ato untuk mengambil nafas untuk ancang2 yang lebih baik untuk sebuah loncatan yang lebih tinggi (Mau slam dunk nie ceritanya...)

Ikhlas untuk gagal saat ini, ikhlas untuk menerima bahwa jalan yang telah diambil bukan jalan yang terbaik, ikhlas untuk mengalah, ikhlas untuk melepas, ato bahkan ikhlas untuk mengakhiri...

Biarkan waktu berjalan, dan seperti biasa seiring berjalannya waktu jalan lain akan terbuka untuk menjadi pilihan baru, mungkin akan membuat qt lebih baik, mendekatkan qt dengan tujuan ato keinginan qt, ato yahhh kembali membuat qt lebih dewasa aja lagi...

Gapapa.....
Oke teman???? Aq slalu ada bwt kamu ketika kau perlu sesuatu yang q harap bisa q berikan...

Seperti bintang di langit, selalu ada disana meski kadang tertutupi awan ato emang lupa bahkan g mau kamu lihat...

Sumpah !!! Aq bener2 cinta astronomi....
Apa aq salah jurusan ya???

Skali lagi, ikhlaskan semua yang terjadi...
Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin, sampai ketemu nanti....

Hmmmm.... Lebaran kali nie bener2 beda !!!

Biasanya sholat ied-nya di AlFurqon ato di halaman Kantor Samsat, kali nie malah jauh2 ke Balai Kota. Trus bis Sholat Ied, biasanya keliling d Kelayan (keluarga Bokap) trus pulang n tidur, sekarang bis Sholat malah pulang trus tidur (kan masi jam tidur versi bulan puasa). Susah ya klo orang sudah kerja, BoNyok jam 9 pergi ke rumah walikota (mang walikota nya beneran kenal apa ya???) trus katanya nyambung ke rumah kepala kantor masing2... Ya gapapa sie, soalnya pas sholat tadi bener2 nguantukkk.

Jam 10 bangun, kok kakek n nenek mlah ada d rumah ya?? bukannya rumah mereka biasanya selalu rame d kunjungi tetangga2 nya??? Eh, ternyata mereka emang sengaja kabur... Dasar.... Kecapekan katanya... Jadi ya tumben aja malah rumah q jadi base camp sepupu2q pas hari pertama, padahal aq juga masi g 100%. Perut q masi agak kenyang, bis pulang tadi d kasi Om soto trus qt langsung nyerbu tu soto (ya iyalah... qt kan Sotoholic semua) Hmmmm.... Nenek masuk kamar depan, kakek mulae ngambil posisi tidur d kursi tv, sepupu2 pada pulang, nina maenan kucing kayaknya, hehehe.... aq tdur lagi juga deh keatas...

Jam12, aq bener2 bangun, laper??? g juga sie, tapi aq lagi2 tergiur sama acar. Karena g boleh makan acar tok, y udah aq makan sekalian deh... Hehehehe(alesan....)

Bis tu ??? Tetep g da nuansa Idul Fitrinya, aq malah ngegame.... aq suntuk, aq harus nyari aktifts... Hm.... ngecek hp, ya banyak sms sie, tapi standart lah namanya juga lebaran kan??? aq pgn ada sms yg bikin aq bener2 "senyum".

Rencana keliling k rumah keluarga2 laen pas malam gagal lagi, ada yang dateng k rumah smpe jam 9....

Aq ya senyum aja. Planning q uda beres buat besok jalan ma temen2 SMA, paling juga org2 nya yg itu2 aja. Keliling ke Kelayan gmn?? Mbuh wis, qt liat ntr lah... Yg penting bukan aq yg ngerubah kebiasaan lebaran kali ini...

Kamar q, yang slalu jadi saksi keadaan q yg sebenarnya... t4 segala aktifitas aneh q.... Malam ini ??? Keadaan q g separah tadi malem...

Kamar q cuma nemenin aq nonton Love Actually aja malam nie, hehe... lebaran kok nonton film natal??? gapapa lah... koleksi film q yang enak diliat lagi pada menghilang ato ngadat...
Well, selanjutnya ??? Efeknya liat tulisan q "IKHLAS"

Titik awal lagi, tapi untuk kali ini aq benar2 merasa ingin kembali ke awal, tanpa dosa, tanpa beban... Mungkin karena seperti yang uda q ceritakan klo Ramadhan kali ini banyak hal yang q rasakan, pahit, manis, asem, asin,, pedes... lama2 jadi kayak permen aja.

1 Syawal... masih belum solat ied sie, kan nie masi malam takbiran... Yang katanya titik manusia kembali fitrah, Amien... Namun sebuah pertanyaan mengusik q, apakah semua orang telah mengikhlaskan semua kesalahan q pada mereka ??? Baik tu salah yang sengaja ato q ketahui, atau yang g q sadari sama sekali.

Hmmm.... Y Alloh, aq bener2 pengen kembali ke titik awal itu, bahkan mengalahkan saat aq pulang haji (kan katanya yang pulang haji juga kaya bayi tuh, g da dosa...). Bisakah semua orang yang pernah terkait dengan q mengikhlaskan semua yang terjadi ??? Ato mungkin kalo mereka ngomel langsung juga pasti aq terima aja...

Apa ada lagi orang yg merasa seperti aq??? Aq takut.... Aq ingin menjadi lebih baek... Tapi aq bener2 ngerasa kehilangan n sendirian....

(Berisik bgt sie org depan tuh!!! Tengah malem gini maen petasan aja masih, bukannya dy malah harus nangkep org yang maen petasan ???)

But obviously,what I got out of it is more than these.It makes me panic!

At first,we registered a class of communication and technology which taked about turning raw data into useful one.But we changed our mind 2 minutes before the class started.We went to an actuarial class in the commerce and economics building.We were late,that was for sure.I regretted as soon as I entered the classroom. The lecturer was a Chinese man with awful Chinglish.And all the students were Chinese except for 3 local.A typical Chinese math class!! OMG!! I reckon this is one of the worst decisions I've ever made!!The topic was about saving money--how much is enough for Australians to live a good retirement life (sth like this)? The question was an interesting one itself.Actually,I just wanted to know the answer to this rather than how to calculate the whole thing,because my math is awful! So I found this class pretty boring!

The next session was about telling good people and bad people apart.This one sounded like an ethical problem,but it turned out to be a branch of experimental economics!!The lecturer was a humorous and handsome Greek guy.I enjoyed his lecture.He gave out money to the students as well,although I didn't get any.I was inspired from his lecture.

Then,we had a student panel.4 freshmen talked to us about their uni life and someone asked some questions.After that,we all went to student union to have pizza for lunch.And I nearly fell both my pieces on the floor,fortunately they fell on my jeans!We headed to the station after eating but were caught in the rain!What a day!Finanlly I got home!Thank god!

Summarising my feelings:

a. You think you are good enough? Well,kid,you are just a frog in a well.Yesterday,I saw the broad and blue sky!

b. You think you are good at math because you are asian? Hmm,there are millions of asian who have brilliant math grades out there.You compete with them and people from other coutries,too!And many asian speak perfect English as well!You have a long way to go!

c. You think ENTER 90 is not a problem? Many people (most asian) can get above 99 easily.

d. You see the distance? You feel the stress?You figure out how far you need to go?

e. You really need to struggle to survive! It is a furious world!

f. You need to get ready for Year 12 and uni!

g. You know what to do.

Anyways, I've just found out better ways to create the podcast and got myself a microphone. Nevertheless, I think I'll wait for December for the podcast. Not sure about it. Maybe I've got to ask Jackie her opinion. I wonder if the podcast will be good enough if we record the show using Skype? I've seen (or heard) a few podcasts in which people record their talk in programs like Skype and the result is not very good.

So, returning to the main subject of the blog, I faced myself with this Google Project which caught my attention. I think you already know about it, but I just felt like passing the information on too. The project, which is called Project 10 to the 100th. They intend to gather people's idea and make the best of them true with an astonishing budget of US$ 10 million!!!

Alongside with Jackie we entered one of her projects to Google 10 to the 100th and we intend to send another one. Still in work though in enhancement status.

Une autre chose! Browsing some blogs in my bloglist I just found this one. The Big Picture, from boston.com is a Photography blog. Wonderful images, worth a visit. I think I'm gonna add them to my blogroll. :)

I think it's enough for now :)

See you someday.

The Weatherly Inn staff pitched in to provide continuous quality care and food to our residents with limited power from our generator. Important functions powered by our generator include phones, intercom communication, emergency lighting, cooking and food storage, all fire alarm functions, magnetic locks and door alarms. Because the elevators were offline, we serviced 5 dining areas with hot food and linens so that residents could stay on their floors without using the stairs. Extra staff volunteered to wash dishes by hand, haul food and tables up and down stairs and boost our staffing through this ordeal.

Our unique access to flat sidewalks and driveways from all floors allowed us to move residents back to their first and third floor apartments when the outage proceeded into the night. The Weatherly utilized over 50 battery powered portable L.E.D. lanterns and lights along with many emergency flashlights to illuminate areas not powered by our emergency generator.

We are happy to report that our residents, staff and the fish made it through the ordeal unscathed. Our special thanks goes out to everyone who helped us during this emergency. Our preparations for disasters and power outages were sharpened by this experience.      

NEW DELHI, September 30 (Compass Direct News) – A Christian couple was found murdered, a woman killed, numerous houses and churches burned and low-intensity bombs exploded at relief camps in the past week in Orissa state’s Kandhamal district, where Hindu extremist violence began more than a month ago.

On Sunday (Sept. 28), police found the body of Priyatamma Digal, an auxiliary nurse and midwife, in a river. On Monday, the body of her husband, Meghanath, was recovered. According to The Times of India newspaper, the Christian couple was killed last Thursday (Sept. 25).

This morning attacks by unidentified armed groups in the villages of Rudangia, Telingia and Gadaguda in Kandhamal resulted in more than 100 houses burned and the death of Ramani Nayak of Rudangia village, reported The Hindu. Her religious affiliation was not known at press time.

Eight people were seriously injured in the attacks, according to reports, and about 20 people received minor injuries.

Bomb blasts yesterday rocked three Kandhamal relief camps in the Nuagaon area, Mahasinghi village and Baliguda town, reported the Press Trust of India (PTI).

No casualties were reported, but the explosions left residents of the relief camps fearing for their lives.

“Since they have been successful in exploding bombs near the heavily guarded relief camp, there is no guarantee that the explosions will not take place in other camps,” one refugee told PTI.

Axe Attack

The Times of India also reported that five houses were torched in Phirigia block in Kandhamal (Gochhapada police jurisdiction) on Sunday night.

Last Thursday (Sept. 25), some 700 people armed with axes, swords, and iron bars attacked a Missionaries of Charity house in Sukananda village in Kandhamal, reported Asia News agency.

“There was no one at home, because when the violence erupted against the Christians, we took our few belongings and moved to our house in Bhubaneswar,” Sister M. Suma told the agency. “We brought with us the tabernacle, the altar, and especially the Dalit and tribal girls whom we were sheltering.”

Late on Wednesday (Sept. 24), mobs burned about 30 houses and two prayer houses in Simanjodi village and 50 houses in Batingia village, reported The Indian Express newspaper.

In Rakingia village, an Orissa Disaster Rapid Action Force (ODRAF) team that had gone to clear roadblocks was attacked, forcing the accompanying police to open fire, added the newspaper.

“Two tribal people have reportedly been killed,” the daily reported. “Sources said tribals with bows and arrows launched an attack on the ODRAF.”

According to the All India Christian Council (AICC), at least 57 people have been killed, more than 18,000 injured and over 4,300 houses, 150 churches and 13 educational institutions destroyed since the Aug. 24 outbreak of violence in Orissa. Two Christian women were also gang-raped.

The violence, which later spread to at least 14 districts of Orissa, has left more than 50,000 people homeless.

The attacks began following the killing of a leader of the Hindu extremist Vishwa Hindu Parishad (World Hindu Council or VHP), Laxmanananda Saraswati, and four of his disciples on Aug. 23 in Kandhamal district. Maoists have claimed responsibility for the assassination, but the VHP has persisted in blaming local Christians.

According to media reports, Christians in Orissa retaliated in at least one incident. A man was killed in Raikia Block after “Dalit Christians of Gundhari village hurled bombs at the tribal-dominated village of Sirsapanga in the afternoon [of Sept. 24),” The Indian Express reported. “Sources said the deceased, Raghav Digal, a Dalit Hindu, was a government employee.”

‘Withdraw Federal Forces’

The leader of an influential tribal group believed to be instigating violence in Kandhamal demanded withdrawal of federal security personnel from the district as a “precondition” to stopping the attacks.

Yesterday Lambodar Kanhar, secretary of the Kandhamal Zilla Kui Samaj (Kui people group) Coordination Committee, was quoted by The Indian Express as saying that he was ready to give assurance that tribal people would not resort to violence if the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF) personnel were taken out of the rural pockets of the district.

Kanhar accused the CRPF of having let loose “a reign of terror” on “innocent” tribal villagers.

The Global Council of Indian Christians’ Dr. Sajan K. George said Kanhar’s demand was an attempt to “complete ‘ethnic-cleansing’ of Christians.” A representative of the Christian Legal Association said Hindu extremist assailants were upset that federal forces were trying to prevent them from attacking Christians and their property.

At the same time, European Union (EU) representatives yesterday spoke to Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh during the India-EU summit in France about the government’s failure to prevent a “massacre” of Christians in Orissa and Karnataka states.

According to the AICC, in the southern state of Karnataka at least 19 churches and 20 Christians have been attacked. At least four churches and four Christian schools had been vandalized in the north-central state of Madhya Pradesh, and four churches attacked in the southern state of Kerala. Two churches had also been damaged in the national capital, Delhi.

Singh yesterday made assurances that attacks on Christians would be stopped.

Christians from various denominations, along with people from other faiths, are holding a weeklong sit-in day and night at Jantar Mantar observatory in New Delhi that began on Friday (Sept. 26) to protest the lack of security. The demonstration demanding protection for minority targets in Orissa and other states will conclude with a motorbike rally on Thursday (Oct 2).

Christian leaders such as Dr. John Dayal, the Rev. Dr. Richard Howell, A.C. Michael and Jenis Francis are participating in the protest.

This report from Compass Direct News

If you read about the last depression you'll see how people survived this shit. Most people bought major companies at 3 bucks and held on to them for 10 years. This is the opportunity before us right now with Ford, GM, Bank Of America and some of your cornerstone stocks becoming worth buying. Now i know you think they will all fail but cmon you have to drive a car, those cars need gas, the gas company needs drills, the drills need screws, the screws need to be made of steel and steel has to be mined from the ground.

It's back to basics and if you keep that in mind you'll survive. During bad times people buy a lot of Liquor and drink their pain away. People stop going out to eat and start buying more from the supermarket. People stop going to the movies and hope the good movie comes on USA or TBS. People spend a lot more time at the park. People keep their shoes a little longer, people shop at the 99 cent store for the essentials. It's back to basics so lets get ready.

Life wise: Go back to school and get that masters or that bachelors. Take out that school loan and survive this coming year. When you get out of school the economy should be better and you will have a better degree. That loan money will help you survive the game.

Job wise: Go to work for the Cable Company, Gas Company, Phone Company, Electric Company. Stay at your teaching job, government job, or city job. Go to work for a debt relief law firm because you know they are going to be suing everyone for money.

Entrepreneur wise: Open up a 99 cent store, Liquor Store, and Hustle Young Man Hustle!

Investor wise: Think Long term and buy the big stocks while they are cheap. They will not pay off for a year or two or three but Food and Toilet Paper will always be used so stick to the basics. You have to think about what kind of companies don't need money from the banks, have something to sell that people NEED not want, and is a bargain to buy. If you can afford to invest 100 bucks a month on the big companies and you'll see a big return in about 3 to 5 years. Short term you should be looking at the alcohol stocks for any movement upwards.

Now don't sit here watching all the white people jump out the window. Because when things get bad Racism will increase too because they will think they should be doing better than you. Stay quiet and humble and stack your chips. We are already used to doing without it's just the masses aren't.

Solution: The vast majority of us as Black people have been dealing with a recession since forever. Look around you and you'll know what moves and doesn't move. Stay humble and hustle through this year and a half. Be smart and when you see it drying up get up and make that move to the cable company and be the first one to apply not the last. There is money to be made if you have it to play but for the rest of us survive this shit and plan for the worst.

When the Rich white people lose money you know it's going to be double for us! This is a opportunity for you to further your family and get on top of this shit. I write this so hopefully you will make the necessary adjustments in the next 3 months instead of watching and hopeing things will get better.

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