Success isn't the arbitrary case, you can see some winner had pulled it out of the stretch and the others have not,....to views, it is called the integrity of resolution
Monday, May 16, 2016
.............Ghost
Freaking amazing. Oh man!!.. It's lonely me Published on Dec 4, 2014 At the same time, it’s important to remember that everyone’s experience with music is unique. Sometimes you’ll hit the b# and feel worried. Other times, you might exhale, and feel paranoid about everyone in the room watching (and whispering about) you. Each high note is different. 18 views only.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
..........hello World
Hello World!
"A House for Everyone in Thailand and Morocco" Byways, not highways Of Soft-Porn, Sheikhs, and Dunes
Of Soft-Porn, Sheikhs, and Dunes (Iran-hitchhiking-solo female) After having spent a good two weeks in Teheran, I traveled north-east of the country. This was the end of my third day of hitchhiking, and I had just arrived in some town whose name I don't remember. What I do remember is two guys on a scooter stopping next to me at the kiosk. When in Western Europe youth press "pause" on a movie and leave the house, it is usually to go get more beer; in Eastern Europe, it might be to get another bottle of vodka. SEP 24 The whorehouses of Sulaymaniyah - Iraqi Kurdistan Female solo travel In the shared taxi out of Koisanjaq, the lady seated next to me pushes an open Marlboro Svelte packet in my face and smilingly persuades me to pick one up. Even though I actually am a non-smoker and hate cigarettes, I accept; I realize it is meant as an act of female bonding, the two of us delicately sucking on the end of these fags, smoking out the rest of the passengers -all men, who wouldn't dare to complain. SEP 9 Saya pergi terus - Hitchhiking on Java Female solo travel - woman alone - Indonesia - hitchhiking The junction out of Jogjakarta is a busy one, but getting away seems to be difficult at first. I decided to ask around at the red light. There is an almost endless amount of people on motorbikes there. After a while, an elderly man with a kind face agrees to take me. He drives carefully. When, after a few kilometers, he turns off the main road, I tell him I need to keep going straight. He bids me goodbye very kindly. AUG 23 With Turkey´s last Yezid is My friend Murat, a school teacher from Diyarbakir, likes to tell the story of his great-grandmother, an Êzidî princess from the picturesque mountain village Muradiye, East of Lake Van. She lived at the beginning of the 20th century, and eloped with her lover, a commoner, and a Muslim, to the area Murat lives in now - which, at a 400-kilometer distance, was very far away at that time. AUG 13 Women Refugees So far, I have put a handful of refugee stories onto my blog. Almost every refugee in Europe has a story to tell which in some ways is often similar to others on one hand, as well as being wildly individual on the other. What is often similar is the degree to which these stories are shocking or at least impressive to most of those who are Europe-born and raised, and who, for the most part, lead comparatively tranquil lives. AUG 1 Blogging about it (Hitchhiking and Feminism - series ) A travel blogger of many years, I have only recently come around to describing sexual harassment in my blog posts. In the past I used to "airbrush" incidences of sexual harassment away out of pretty well all of them. I just skipped over the small ones, and I completely ignored the big ones. I still airbrush them away in a lot of the stories I type out, otherwise sexual harassment would seriously take up too much space. MAY 29 .
"My family and I, we are from Mosul. We had to flee years ago, because my father, a truck driver, was threatened by Jihadists for working with Shia and Kurds."-"My mother is a journalist. With the IS having taken our town my mother's life was endangered. We now live in Arbil but it is difficult to find a place to stay, we have to move every two months." - "We are refugees from Shengal, we fled from the Islamic State and we lost everything, we are glad to be alive. We came away with barely the clothes on our bodies, and we now live in tents." -"I used to work for the Americans as a translator. One time we were attacked. I was shot three times."What a country to hitchhike in. Every Iraqi has a story to tell.
In my short, week-long stint in Iraqi Kurdistan, I hitched up and down from one city to the next, mostly in the Bahdinan region. Distances there are not far.It must be said that Iraqi Kurdistan, unaffected by the war of the past 11 years, is practically another country than the rest of Iraq. Yet there are many people from the south in exile here. the city Chilas
It was the next day that we received probably the most concise lesson in local culture when hanging around in the city center for two hours, waiting for our minibus to Gilgit to leave.
In those two hours, we saw men beating boys, big boys beating small boys, and boys, big and small, beating dogs, smiling to each other as the animals squealed in pain. A man, thinking he was being gallant, threw a couple of stones at a wailing, miserable-looking dog so that I could sit on the bench in front of which it had lain in the dust. I felt pity for the poor creature and refused to sit in that space.My trip is taking me across half the island of Java. Whenever people ask me my direction I say I'm going "straight ahead". I do this everywhere in the world. If I say the name of the city I'm heading to, people will say "that's too far! You'll never get there! Take the bus!". Every hitchhiker knows this. Other people would suggest I go to Bali instead. It's like this in so many places in the world. If it's not Bali, it's Antalya, Cancún or Essaouira they name. Saying I am going "straight ahead" is the simplest answer that, as long as I'm not lost, is always true. And there is no easy objection to it.
In Indonesian "I'm going straight ahead" sounds like "
Indonesia As we ride through the dusk, facing the volcano, I turn my head to gaze at the setting sun. Its globular body is leaking red streaks into the tangle of silver-grey rain clouds huddled on the horizon. Underneath the clouds, a group of thatch-roofed village houses is crouching. It is all so picturesque, at this point I'm filled with happiness. I feel taken care of. The girl tells me her name is Rata. It takes us some twenty minutes before we arrive in the sister's village, now in the darkness. You're a tourist In the end, Rata finds a good compromise. She drops me off at a small roadside mosque, asking if I am okay sleeping there. Of course, I am, and with great thankfulness, for all the help I bid the sweet girl goodbye as warmly as I can. From Iran, I am used to sleeping in mosques in full hejab, with clothes and headscarf on, so that's what I'll do. I force myself to go to sleep with an empty stomach because there is no way to get any food now. I sleep well. No one bothers me all night, and no one comes even for the morning prayer. I get up at six, wash, and start making my way on. I will get to Surabaya by the end of the day.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
..........The first concerto
Success isn't the arbitrary case, you can see
some winner had pulled it out of the stretch and the others have not,.
...to views, it is called the integrity of resolution
some winner had pulled it out of the stretch and the others have not,.
...to views, it is called the integrity of resolution
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
...bows to Gwirnere
Sir lancelot marriage with Guinevere. This version of the legend has Guinevere betrothed
to Arthur early in his career, while he was garnering support.
En mi ciudad, en Alemania, había 118 personas deportadas en 1940, en el tiempo de los nazis. La mayoría eran judíos, pero también había gente con problemas psiquiátricos. Yo no sé si había personas LGBT o Sinti/Roma (gitanos) u otras personas, pero puede ser, solamente no he visto sus placas conmemorativas. Antes de ser deportadas, 4 personas se suicidaron. El resto, 114 personas, fueron deportadas y se murieron en campos de concentración. Había otra gente que huyó.
Una anécdota terrible de mi ciudad que data de los principios del régimen nazi, fueron los envenenamientos de nuevo año en 1934. En esa época, los asesinatos no habían empezado, no había campos de concentración, y nadie sabía que iba a pasar. En este momento había empezado de haber más antisemitismo, más exclusión social de los judíos en las escuelas, en el trabajo, etc. Pero los judíos continuaban viviendo de manera más o menos normal. La comunidad judía organizó una fiesta de año nuevo, un baile de máscaras. Cuando llegó la medianoche, vino un hombre del exterior y pasó por la sala y distribuó chocolates a la gente. Cuando ya no tenía chocolates, huyó por la puerta. Media hora después, la gente comenzó a sentirse enferma, se dieron cuenta que como todos, el hombre portaba una máscara y nadie había visto su cara. Los chocolates habían sido envenenados y mucha gente que los había comido se murieron.
At 7th May Karachi I arrived in Pakistan's southernmost city Karachi, famous for being the most violent megapolis of the world. With 21 Million inhabitants and a murder rate of 12.3 per 100,000 residents it has a 50% higher murder rate per capita than Mexico City. Even Pakistanis from elsewhere in the country consider going to Karachi something akin to going to a war zone.
Standing outside the bustle of airport building in the blazing sun, I thought about how I would get into the city. Would it be total madness to hitchhike? Yeah, I thought, I'll give it a try. A friendly elderly man stopped with his personal driver.
His English was approximative, but his welcome was effusive:
"Pakistan is very happy for guests! Where are you from?"
...
"You are German? Oh, Mr. Hitler is my ideal!"
....
"What? Why is Mr. Hitler not your ideal?"
En mi ciudad, en Alemania, había 118 personas deportadas en 1940, en el tiempo de los nazis. La mayoría eran judíos, pero también había gente con problemas psiquiátricos. Yo no sé si había personas LGBT o Sinti/Roma (gitanos) u otras personas, pero puede ser, solamente no he visto sus placas conmemorativas. Antes de ser deportadas, 4 personas se suicidaron. El resto, 114 personas, fueron deportadas y se murieron en campos de concentración. Había otra gente que huyó.
Una anécdota terrible de mi ciudad que data de los principios del régimen nazi, fueron los envenenamientos de nuevo año en 1934. En esa época, los asesinatos no habían empezado, no había campos de concentración, y nadie sabía que iba a pasar. En este momento había empezado de haber más antisemitismo, más exclusión social de los judíos en las escuelas, en el trabajo, etc. Pero los judíos continuaban viviendo de manera más o menos normal. La comunidad judía organizó una fiesta de año nuevo, un baile de máscaras. Cuando llegó la medianoche, vino un hombre del exterior y pasó por la sala y distribuó chocolates a la gente. Cuando ya no tenía chocolates, huyó por la puerta. Media hora después, la gente comenzó a sentirse enferma, se dieron cuenta que como todos, el hombre portaba una máscara y nadie había visto su cara. Los chocolates habían sido envenenados y mucha gente que los había comido se murieron.
En el centro del pueblo de done vengo yo, al lado de mi antigua escuela primaria, hay placas conmemorativas para 4 personas judías. Ellos huyeron a América, solicitaron asilo en Cuba, pero fueron rechazados y tuvieron que volver a Europa. En Europa se fueron a Westerbork, un campo de refugiados muy grande en el oeste de los Países Bajos. Lo que pasó en ese campo es una historia bien conocida y muy triste: Cuando los nazis invadieron los Países Bajos lo convirtieron de campo de refugiados a campo de tránsito por los campos de concentración en Alemania y Polonia. Las cuatro personas de mi pueblo no fueron puestas en seguridad, y se murieron en Auschwitz.
Las placas en latón sobre las que son escritos los nombres de las víctimas del Holocausto se llaman "Stolpersteine" en alemán. A mí me gustan y me parecen importantes. Cuando paso por ellas en la calle, siempre me paro para leer los nombres y a veces tomo una foto. Es bueno para que la gente de hoy rememore la historia y que comprendamos que las personas asesinadas fueron nuestros vecinos. Pero hay otras opiniones. Hay gente que piensa que tener los nombres en el sol no es una buena idea, porque pisar sobre ellos es irrespetuoso. Y que podría haber neo-nazis que van a pisar sobre ellos a propósito. En algunos lugares alemánes como Múnich no han cubierto el sol con ellos, por esta razón.
Hay otras controversías alrededor de los "Stolpersteine". El líder de una organización judía acusó al artista de enriquecerse con las placas. De verdad vive de manera modesta. Es normal que haya ganado dinero con su trabajo, ¿cómo va a vivir de otra manera? Pero no es rico. Otra controversia fue la seguida: en Alemania, un artista o un artesano que produce pequeñas cantidades de un producto debe que pagar menos impuestos que un empresario por una producción en masa. Pero como el Holocausto tenía más de 6 millones de víctimas, la Delegación de Hacienda alemán decidí que eso no fue un proyecto "artesanal", pero una producción en masa y quería que el artista pague el impuesto empresarial. Después de un debate y protestas públicas retrajeron el reclamo. Los Stolpersteiner ในไมล์ ciudad ในเยอรมนี habia 118 คนถูกเนรเทศใน 2483 ท่ามกลางพวกนาซี สุดยอดความยุติธรรมสำหรับนิสัยในการแก้ปัญหาของpsiquiátricos Yo ไม่ว่าคน LGBT หรือ Sinti / Roma (gitanos) เป็นคนพวกเขาเป็นธรรมพวกเขาไม่มีอยู่อีกต่อไป สมาชิกของ deportadas, suicidaron 4 คน ส่วนที่เหลืออีก 114 คนถูกเนรเทศและนั่งอยู่ในค่ายกักกัน บางคนตื่นนอนตอนกลางคืนฉันเข้านอนตอนกลางคืน พวกเขาถูกบีบในความสว่างของถนนข้าม เขตข้างในประตูฤดูหนาวของถนน หายไป
Las placas en latón sobre las que son escritos los nombres de las víctimas del Holocausto se llaman "Stolpersteine" en alemán. A mí me gustan y me parecen importantes. Cuando paso por ellas en la calle, siempre me paro para leer los nombres y a veces tomo una foto. Es bueno para que la gente de hoy rememore la historia y que comprendamos que las personas asesinadas fueron nuestros vecinos. Pero hay otras opiniones. Hay gente que piensa que tener los nombres en el sol no es una buena idea, porque pisar sobre ellos es irrespetuoso. Y que podría haber neo-nazis que van a pisar sobre ellos a propósito. En algunos lugares alemánes como Múnich no han cubierto el sol con ellos, por esta razón.
Hay otras controversías alrededor de los "Stolpersteine". El líder de una organización judía acusó al artista de enriquecerse con las placas. De verdad vive de manera modesta. Es normal que haya ganado dinero con su trabajo, ¿cómo va a vivir de otra manera? Pero no es rico. Otra controversia fue la seguida: en Alemania, un artista o un artesano que produce pequeñas cantidades de un producto debe que pagar menos impuestos que un empresario por una producción en masa. Pero como el Holocausto tenía más de 6 millones de víctimas, la Delegación de Hacienda alemán decidí que eso no fue un proyecto "artesanal", pero una producción en masa y quería que el artista pague el impuesto empresarial. Después de un debate y protestas públicas retrajeron el reclamo. Los Stolpersteiner ในไมล์ ciudad ในเยอรมนี habia 118 คนถูกเนรเทศใน 2483 ท่ามกลางพวกนาซี สุดยอดความยุติธรรมสำหรับนิสัยในการแก้ปัญหาของpsiquiátricos Yo ไม่ว่าคน LGBT หรือ Sinti / Roma (gitanos) เป็นคนพวกเขาเป็นธรรมพวกเขาไม่มีอยู่อีกต่อไป สมาชิกของ deportadas, suicidaron 4 คน ส่วนที่เหลืออีก 114 คนถูกเนรเทศและนั่งอยู่ในค่ายกักกัน บางคนตื่นนอนตอนกลางคืนฉันเข้านอนตอนกลางคืน พวกเขาถูกบีบในความสว่างของถนนข้าม เขตข้างในประตูฤดูหนาวของถนน หายไป
Monday, February 15, 2016
......1st chapter
The book's first chapter begins with the lover's characters living with her dear hubby's in the outskirt of the city where they raised their own family, the Nontas, the name after the predecessor, which was result of their dying wish. The novel starts when She is seventeen years old and several years after her parents died of hearts diseases. A broken heart (also known as a heartbreak or heartache) is a common metaphor for the intense emotional—and sometimes physical—stress or pain one feels ..
บทแรกของหนังสือเล่มนี้เริ่มต้นด้วยตัวละครของคู่รักที่อาศัยอยู่กับสามีที่รักของเธอในเขตชานเมืองที่พวกเขามีครอบครัวเป็นของตัวเอง Nontas ชื่อหลังจากบรรพบุรุษซึ่งเป็นผลมาจากความปรารถนาที่จะตาย นวนิยายเรื่องนี้เริ่มต้นเมื่อเธออายุสิบเจ็ดปีและหลายปีหลังจากพ่อแม่ของเธอเสียชีวิตด้วยโรคหัวใจ หัวใจที่แตกสลาย (หรือที่เรียกว่าอกหักหรือปวดใจ) เป็นคำอุปมาที่พบบ่อยสำหรับความรู้สึกทางอารมณ์ที่รุนแรงและบางครั้งความเครียดหรือความเจ็บปวดที่เรารู้สึก ..
Friday, February 12, 2016
..The knight's tale of a nerd
“The well of St.Garawake ” by Thon Nontaz Lake Garawake is a lake somewhere on the north side of the Alps, shared between Switzerland and France. It is one of the largest lakes in Western Europe and the largest on the course of the Rhone. Far away from lake Garawake that bear his name. The Canterbury Tales is a collection of stories written in Middle English Arthur's reign. A vibrant defense which is hard to imagine now, we must not think that this is a simple castle fortress ruins which rocks break to fall between a big rock, which is not the same as we see today. The Elizabeth says. "I do not imagine that you have to do." "I can not imagine it," McCarthy Mathis unconsciously even know how to do. "Do you remember what you had in your nerded mind". "Panic and fear thee There were lots of people around, brandishing weapons. Knight and they try not to interrupt me, passed with ease ".... "I do not think I would do anything. The Nerd knight loves me more than his brothers. I'm almost as his father had. Let's stop talking about this For God's sake, "he said bitterly to her inner consciousness. "When he looked to see a visual check of Nazareth looked up at him from a fire in the fireplace. Which also rose in the Northern Region He stopped thinking about the past "It's not turquoise themes of King Arthur, he ran away from home to be with her clan Berry at first when they want the thrill of adventure. Traditional Knight And reputation. "The honor would not reveal who he was, he did not ask knighted. For Turquoise has come at a great center evolved enough. Eventually I had to prove "... branches in the winter season, and looks forward to have been collected firewoods, for obvious reason his foot knocked into fire-place .. " The cook name Kay took him to work in the kitchen. He liked me for some reason. Sometimes I give the prize he's played as a workshop. Then I took a knight himself with his hands. The cabin steward who became a knight for a pretty turquoise. He sounds like a girl .. "..
" And when he got out of the battle for the first time to the island OG Kearney. He fought the Green Knight, and we know that he is a knight who has great skill in combat, "The nerd" the gentle turquoise Knight "... he said the tone of the mind, a good Christian Science. "Because he does not included the island against me and with the same pair he was killed like that," .... Alice Elizabeth caught his hand, squeezing it until you feel the warmth on both hands tight fitting. There is a sense of suffering. by Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century (two of them in prose, the rest in verse). The tales, some of which are originals and others not, are contained inside a frame tale and told by a group of pilgrims on their way from Southward to Canterbury to visit the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral.
The themes of the tales vary, and include topics such as courtly love, treachery, and avarice. The genres also vary, and include romance, Breton lai, sermon, beast fable, and fabliau. The characters, introduced in the General Prologue of the book, tell tales of great cultural relevance.
The version read here was edited by Thon D.Nontaz "he nerded knight" and the language is mostly updated.
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016
...Lazarus
Monday, January 11, 2016
The cornucopia
David Bowie's last release, Lazarus, was 'parting gift' for fans in carefully planned finale
The producer of Blackstar confirms David Bowie had planned his poignant final message, and videos and lyrics show how he approached his death
With her tawdry belongings, his bathroom became cluttered. her combs, her hairpins, her curling iron, mingled with his crested toilet set. She even used his brushes, his nail buffers....
Success isn't arbitrary case, you can see some winner had pulled it out of stretch and the others have not,....to views , it is called integrity of resolution.
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