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'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse
'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not then I'm a stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them
Women are caught in webs spin and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin is just not real enough
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a
Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not
You're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle
Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
You Bizzles forgot Slizzle does not give a fuck
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get
When you're real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin'
Trying to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again
So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in;
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? Enough to not go against me, smart
And its absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers'
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Until the roof (Until the roof)
The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
Until my legs (Until my legs)
Give out from underneath me (Underneath me, I)
I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me
rep đũ
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_Alo
_Gì hả anh?
_Chia tay đi
_...............
_Im lặng là đồng ý nhé! Từ mai chẳng còn là người yêu của nhau đâu
Cô bất ngờ…lắp bắp…ko thành lời:
_Lý do? Em làm gì sai à?
_không
_thế vì lý do gì, chúng ta quen nhau 3 năm cơ mà, chia tay như thế là sao hả anh
_thích
_anh nói như thế mà dc à? Em có làm gì sai thì anh phải nói chứ?
_Chẳng gì cả…chán rồi…hết yêu…Chia tay thôi, tuổi trẻ mà.
1 cảm giác chạy xẹt qua người cÔ...Hẫng!…ngỡ ngàng ! lòng tự trọng như bị dao cứa vào!
_ừ…vậy chia tay, đừng bao giờ gặp nhau nữa nhé
_không chắc!
_anh nói vậy là sao?
_cúp nhé, tạm biệt.
_???
Chia tay…thế là chia tay…1 cuộc tình 3 năm bay vút theo sóng điện thoại …lãng thật!
Rốt cuộc có thế thôi à…nhảm nhí thật…tình cảm nó nhạt thế thôi hả anh?
Đồ tồi! Chẳng việc gì tôi phải buồn vì anh cả…
Cô nói thế…và nằm xuống giường…có thứ nước mặn đắng thấm vào gối!
3 tuần kể từ cái ngày chia tay ấy !
Ngày thứ nhất
Có điện thoại…của anh ta…
Cô bắt máy…như 1 phản xạ tự nhiên của 1-cô-gái-có-người-yêu.
_Anh gọi tôi có việc gì ko?
_chẳng gì cả , thích thì gọi
_dẹp ngay cái giọng điêu khinh khỉnh ấy đi
_quen rồi, không bỏ được
_chia tay rồi, để tôi gạt phăng thằng khốn nạn như anh ra khỏi cuộc đời đi!
_chia tay rồi, anh chẳng còn là gì của em nữa đâu, đừng bận tâm đến anh như thế ,anh chỉ gọi,và em cứ việc mắng nếu e muốn, nhưng đừng cúp máy…
_anh điên vừa thôi ! hãy biến đi với những đứa con gái khác , đừng gọi điện phiền tôi!
_à em…
_sao?
_mình chia tay rồi đấy!
RỤP!
Tít......tít......tít
Cô bực tức cúp máy...
Thật khốn nạn, anh làm như thế là có ý gì. Gọi cho tôi làm gì. Tôi chẳng muốn nghe giọng của anh nữa!
Nhưng sao có gì đó vương vấn và nghẹn lại ở tim..."mình chia tay rồi đấy"...văng vẳng bên tai…
Ngày thứ 2
Lại có điện thoại của anh…
Không bắt máy…tắt máy…vẫn gọi!
_Alo, anh đừng phiền như thế dc không?
_ăn cơm chưa , đừng có mà uống sữa liền đấy nhé, đau bụng đấy!
…cô hơi bất ngờ…
_anh quan tâm làm gì?
_vì anh biết bụng em không tốt, ăn uống như thế sẽ đau bụng.
_tôi lớn rồi, ăn uống ra sao là quyền của tôi,chẳng liên can gì anh cả!
_ừm nhớ ngủ sớm nhé,mai e thi đúng ko, ráng mà thi tốt đó
_tại sao…anh lại như thế...anh muốn gì ở tôi hả?
_mình chia tay rồi đấy!
…lại câu nói ấy…anh ấy lại nói thế...thì chia tay rồi…tại sao cứ phải gọi điện chỉ để nói câu đó….cho tôi bình yên không được à…sao anh cứ động chạm đến tuyến nước mắt của tôi thế hả???
Ngày thứ 3
_alo !
_tôi van xin anh đấy
_cho con Milu nó ăn chưa em, đồ ăn cho nó bữa anh mua còn ko?
_tôi tặng nó cho người khác rồi…
_sao lại như thế, anh tặng em mà…
_chẳng việc gì tôi phải giữ cả!
_ừ thì mình chia tay rồi đấy
Lại thêm 1 cuộc điện thoại kết thúc bằng câu nói đó…
Cô ngồi xuống…xoa xoa đầu con Milu...
"anh ấy làm như thế là sao hả Milu ? anh ấy biết 3 tuần qa tôi đã cố gạt anh ấy ra khỏi suy nghĩ ko? Sao lại làm thế với tao?
…cô chẳng cho con chó ấy cho ai cả...làm sao mà cho được…
Ngày thứ 4…cô bắt máy như 1 thói quen
_alo…tôi không uống sữa sau khi ăn cơm…tôi cho con Milu ăn rồi!
_sao hôm qua lại nói là tặng Milu cho người khác rồi, em vẫn ngốc trong cái khoảng nói dối như ngày nào
_tôi…
_trời hôm nay lạnh quá, lấy cái áo màu nâu anh mua mà mặc vào, làm bằng lông thú nên ấm lắm đấy
_ừ
_nhà còn sữa bột không. Trước khi đi ngủ thì nhớ uống nhé, uống sữa nóng buổi tối cho dễ ngủ...đừng có viện cớ ko ngủ được mà onl tới tận sáng đó!
_ừ
_hôm nay ngoan thế, ko mắng anh à
_ừ…
_uhm thôi a cúp đây…À…mà mình chia tay rồi em nhỉ!...
Hôm nay em không mắng anh…em không phản ứng…vì cổ họng e nghẹn ứ chẳng nói dc anh à…
Ngày thứ 5…
Cô chờ điện thoại của anh
10h tối
......vì sao khi anh đi e đã ko ôm lấy anh hỡi người…...
......vì sao đôi chân e cứ đứng nhìn a xa mãi xa……
Tiếng nhạc chuông vang lên, cô chộp lấy cái điện thoại màu trắng…
_xin lỗi hôm nay a ngủ mãi tới h` mới dậy
_ngủ kiểu gì tới 10h tối vậy…
_hôm nay hỏi lại anh nữa à.
_......
_cái quả cầu tuyết anh mua cho còn pin không? Hết pin thì bảo thằng Bi nó mua bỏ vào nhé, quả cầu tuyết mà ko có đèn có nhạc thì chán lắm.
_em mua rồi…
_em ngoan đến mức anh bất ngờ đó
_mình chia tay rồi hả anh?
_ừ...mình chia tay rồi đó…anh cúp nhé!
…khoan...
Tít…tít...tít
Cô vứt điện thoại xuống giường và bật khóc nức nở
Nước mắt dồn nén bao lâu nay đã vỡ òa trên gương mặt hốc hác...
Anh ác lắm…anh đã bước ra khỏi tim em...em đã đóng chặt tim và chẳng muốn cho anh vào nữa…em không muốn nghe giọng nói đó của anh…em không muốn nhìn thấy số anh...nhưng em không ngăn mình bấm "trả lời", em ko ngăn mình nhớ đến anh được...tim e cũng ko nghe lời e…chẳng lẽ anh lại bước vào tim em 1 lần nữa??
Ngày thứ 6
_alo…em tắt nick yahoo đi, treo nick hoài như thế nóng máy đấy, máy thì lại hay hư, chẳng ai qua sửa cho em đâu
_quen rồi
_quen cái gì.
_à Donut tới chưa
_Donut gì?
_anh gửi 1 hộp đến cho em đó, toàn vị socola đó, thích không...à trà sữa thì chắc chưa tới đâu,quán đang đông ,nó bảo sẽ đợi lâu…
_anh đang nói gì thế? Anh đang làm gì thế?
_gửi donut và trà sữa cho em, trời mưa gió như vầy anh biết e làm biếng đi mua.
_nhưng…
_nhưng cái gì, chẳng phải thích 2 món đó nhất sao
_anh làm ơn đi, anh muốn như thế nào thì dứt khoát đi...chia tay rồi sao a cứ quan tâm e như thế…em không chắc là em quên dc anh đâu!
_mình chia tay rồi đấy em à
………………….cúp máy……....
Bính boong…bính...boong
_xin lỗi ! donut của cô đây ạ…
………….mưa phùn rơi nhẹ bên cữa sổ…nhẹ nhàng
………chiếc donut hình mặt cười với vài miếng socola...thật bắt mắt
………….ly trà sữa………..ngọt ngào
Nhưng
…………..1 cô gái……..lòng nặng trĩu….
…………..gương mặt vô hồn…..
…………….giọt nước mắt…..mặn chát….
Những ngày tiếp theo…cô quyết định không bắt máy nữa...cô sẽ tự bước ra khỏi cuộc sống của anh...cô quyết định cho tim mình vào ngăn đá…cho nó lạnh ngắt lại...chẳng còn bận tâm đến anh nữa…………..
Ngày thứ 10
Duy is calling
Không bắt máy
Duy is calling
Không bắt máy…..
Có tin nhắn….
….Duy mất rồi...em đến bệnh viện đi…
Cô bàng hoàng buông chiếc điện thoại xuống...lao ra khỏi phòng………..
Hai tai cô ù đi……….đôi mắt như bị ai lấy tay bịt kín…….tim như bị bóp nghẹt ………bóp nghẹt………đôi chân cứ guồng chạy tới……không dừng lại được……..
Anh mở mắt ra đi đồ tồi…….hôm nay em đã uống sữa sau khi ăn cơm đó….em quên cho con Milu ăn rồi…..anh mắng em đi….anh làm gì anh nằm yên vậy…..
Dậy đi Duy……..dậy đi ….dậy gọi điện cho em đi…...em sẽ bắt máy….em bắt máy mà…….!!!! Em thèm ăn donut, em muốn uống trà sữa…..mưa rồi em lười đi lắm….anh mua cho em đi……..à quả cầu tuyết hết pin rồi đấy….anh dậy anh mua cho em pin đi………anh nghe em nói gì không hả………..hả anh ….!
_Alo anh Duy hả, hôm nay trời lạnh anh nhỉ
_.....im lặng
_ …anh bệnh nặng như vậy sao anh không nói em
_....vẫn im lặng
_.....anh ra đi như vậy mà anh coi được à…anh tệ lắm !
_.........
_anh vẫn là người yêu của em đấy…..chia tay như thế em chẳng chịu đâu .
_..........im lặng
_giờ e vẫn online này, mắng em đi, em treo nick đó, mắng e đi….e chả uống sữa bột đâu, như con nít đấy..
_......
_ à anh……em sẽ yêu mình anh thôi nhé…..anh cũng vậy nhé, anh đã bước vào tim em rồi thì em sẽ đóng chặt tim và giữ anh trong đấy mãi mãi…….em chẳng yêu ai khác ngoài anh đâu………..anh cũng vậy anh nhé……….
Mưa vẫn rơi……….có 1 cô gái cầm 2 chiếc điện thoại….1 trắng 1 đen……….của cô và của anh………….
Thời gian trôi qua nắm tay đã không thể giữ chặt
Vậy thì thôi, buông giấc mơ mỏng manh
Lại nhìn a dần bước đi về phía bên ai kia
Giọt lệ không thể nào rơi trong e
Mà tại vì sao bản thân a không nói ra cố giấu chi
Để hôm nay cơn đau kia chỉ thêm quặn thắt
*cố gắng che giấu chỉ thêm niềm đau*
Đến với nhau bằng tất cả niềm tin thế mà giờ
Em kết thúc bằng sự dối lừa
*em chấm dứt bằng sự giả dối*.
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Thời gian trôi qua nắm tay đã ko sao thể giữ chặt
Vậy thì thôi buông giấc mơ mỏng manh
Rồi từng đêm ko có anh lặng khóc riêng mình em
Giọt nước mắt buồn rơi lại thương nhớ người
Còn trong tim 1 hình bóng vội xóa nhanh vậy sao
Tình yêu xưa giờ đây đã hết
Mình em với em về phía chân trời xa
Câu giã từ đành buông ra người ơi hãy quên
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E đg nge bài ca ngày xưa a hát
E đg nge mùi hương ngọc lan tkơm ngát
Nge miên man trg tar tình êu tkỡ nào
Ngày mình bên nkau ...
Xin bình minh tình êu xua tan đêm dài
Cko ngày mai còn nkau mình cùng ckung bước
A về đây cùng e có nkau tkáng ngày
Ngừi êu ơi ....
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E tkấy mình nkớ A :((
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Local call number: TD00913E
Title: Poodle standing in front of a Christmas tree - Tallahassee
Date: December 31, 1957
Physical descrip: 1 photonegative - b&w - 60 mm.
Series Title: Tallahassee Democrat Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
Persistent URL: floridamemory.com/items/show/333986
Local call number: DC012125
Title: Looking north at the west side of Duval St. in Key West
Date: June 1962
Physical descrip: 1 transparency - col. - 4 x 5 in.
Series Title: Department of Commerce Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
Bn* khủng :)
Chùa >>> Biến
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- Dạo này không péc anh bị cái quái dì...mà nc kì cục quá ...nc mà tức đean với a lun á...bực bội >..<
- Khi đã chọn ai đó là người mình tin tưỏng...thì sẽ đặt hết niềm tin vào ngđó :) ...và mong đặt niềm tin đúng chỗ :)
- Đừng nv nửa ...nc bt` lại dùm đy...nc kì cục oài à...làm nổi đean à...péc nc v....tui pùn k...đừng có lạnh nhạt nv nữa...cứ như bt` đy...có đc k a :)..
- E péc a đang giúp e ...e péc a làm nv để tốt cho e...e hỉu tại sao a làm nv...nhưng đừng có nv nữa...bực bội qó chừng :(
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* Leader : Trang aries
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Nhìn lại những chặng đường Nó đã đi qua ...
Nhìn lại những kỉ niệm mà Nó vô tình quên lãng và rồi chợt nhận ra...
Nhìn lại năm tháng qua đi một cách vô tình ...
Nuối Tiếc !
Hụt Hẫng ! ...
Không là Nó ...!!!
Không biết bao nhiêu lần viết và rồi lại xóa đi , không viết bao lần lưỡng lự để rồi lạnh lùng bước qua kỉ niệm ...Ừ - Là Nó , Nó chứ không là ai khác .
Viết ra những kỉ niệm , những suy nghĩ đã khó - Xóa nó đi là rất khó Và để quên đi là không thể ...Thế nhưng cả ba cái đó Nó đã làm, kết quả như thế nào thì chỉ có Nó biết mà thôi...
Nó hay thay đổi thất thường ...
Cáu
Gắt
Ương ương, dở dở
Ghét
Thương ...
Mọi thứ đều pha lẫn vào nhau và tạo ra một người như Nó ...Nó - chẳng giống ai và cũng chẳng ai có thể giống Nó ...
Người ta bảo một con người có những hai tâm hồn và vô số cái mặt nạ cho một khuôn mặt ....Giỡn chứ - Nó nói chứ còn ai nói vào đây nữa.
Trải qua nhiều thăng trầm mà đáng ra Nó sẽ không bao giờ phải nếm trải ...
Qua những kỉ niệm mà đáng ra Nó sẽ không bao giờ có ..
Cuộc sống - Là thế ...
Nó thấy rằng ai cũng có hai tâm hồn và vô số khuôn mặt .
Lạ
Nó - Không - Thể - Nhận - Ra ...
Đâu !!!
Đâu !!!
Đâu mới là khuôn mặt thật - Đâu mới là tâm hồn thật ẩn đằng sau những đôi mắt, những dòng cảm nhận ấy ?
Đâu ???
Một Cho Tất Cả - Nó bắt đầu làm lại - Từ số 1 chứ không phải là số 0 - Số 0 thấy sao sao, thấy cứ lẩn quẩn như không lối thoát - Một vòng tròn khép kín, không đầu và không cuối. Nó không thích lấp lửng - tất cả đều phải rõ ràng ...
Một - Nó gây dựng lại từ đầu ...
Giống như một sự vô tình - ngày hôm qua mọi thứ đều biến mất như chưa hề tồn tại - Tạo hóa cho Nó một sự khởi đầu mới chăng...!!!
Không rõ nữa.
Nó ghét những dấu chấm câu
Chấm hỏi - Hồ Nghi ???
Chấm than - Hụt Hẫng !!!
Chấm lửng - Chơi Vơi ...
Hai Chấm - Như một sự bắt đầu đi kèm với lời kết "" ...
Và còn nhiều dấu chấm câu khác với đầy những lý do mà Nó ghét ...Thế nhưng Nó vẫn dùng .
Nó - Không bao giờ bằng lòng hay chịu đựng bất kì ai
Nhưng
Nó đã tập bằng lòng- Tập chịu đựng
Để rồi ...
Nó
Rời
Xa
Có những thứ đã mất , phải biết chấp nhận !
Có những thứ mình muốn có, phải biết đạt được !
...
Hôm nay - Nó làm lại từ đầu
Một nick Y!M duy nhất ...
Một nụ cười luôn trên môi...
Một ....
Một .......
Một - Cho - Tất - Cả .
Một khuôn mặt giả tạo cho một tâm hồn - không thể hiểu
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Chùa thì đ' = con chó =))~
Lề : Y!H : Mr_Co_VL :)
Persistent URL: floridamemory.com/items/show/67720
Local call number: C008117
Title: Jumping on the sidewalk - Lido Beach
Date: December 15, 1948
Physical descrip: 1 photoprint - b&w - 5 x 4 in.
Series Title: Department of Commerce Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
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Local call number: DC050467
Title: Ranger J.J. Anderson describes the cannon at Castillo de San Marcos in St. Augustine
Date: ca. 1965
Physical descrip: 1 transparency - col. - 4 x 5 in.
Series Title: Department of Commerce Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
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Local call number: DC072368
Title: Speedcraft Office Furniture employees making chairs in Miami.
Date: June 1967
Physical descrip: 1 transparency - col. - 4 x 5 in.
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Ngồi một mình trong bóng tối, em nghĩ về những yêu thương đã qua. Hình ảnh của một cô bé – là em trong quá khứ hiện về trong tâm tưởng. Đâu rồi, ánh mắt trong sáng ? Đâu rồi, những quan niệm sống mà em hằng tin tưởng?…
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1/3 chặng đường đã qua tuy không phải là dài nhưng em lựa chọn dừng bước. Em sẽ sống cho những tháng ngày khác, không có anh! Vẫn sẽ có 1/3 trong đó dành để ngủ. Vẫn sẽ có 1/3 trong đó dành cho công việc. Vẫn sẽ có những tháng ngày em mơ hồ không mục đích. Nhưng chắc chắn trong đó sẽ có những tháng ngày em sống cho riêng em! =)* ~ *TRÍCH*
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CHÙA 3ma' chet !!
Hôm chơi cát ở cv kế hồ bơi lao động đó :X có 6 đứa thôi mà vuôi khũng khíppp luôg>:D< chèo đu như lũ khĩ xổng chuồg v đó:)) chơi xong đứa nào đứa cg dơ dái wá tr. Kái lớp cg vuôi nữaaa cgái dì đâu chơi toàn 3 cái trò tục tĩu k hàaa .. vd như là búg áo dú, búg wần xì, dựt tóc, đánh lộn, mần nhục nhao vâg vâg và vâg=)) Xắp tới lại đc đi miền Tây w lũ khùg nữaaa xướng dì đâu á :X Dì chứ k có ty cg chẵg s. Haha
Nhg mà thi xong mỗi đứa 1 nơi r.Đứa nào cg chuyển trường hếttt .. k mún tới ngày đó tí nào T^T Ngĩ đến mà mún ứa nước mắt lun vậy đó :( T sẽ nhớ m lắm Mi móm à, nhớ nhất m đó :( r đến con Ten Đây này, con Panh w cã Hoàng chị bự và An chị đại nữa :)) híc nhớ lắmmmm ><
Tao yêu m lắm Móm ơi:X
Yêu đủ r h chỉ có bạn thôi :)
- Accepts you as you are.
- Forgives your mistakes.
- Raises your spirits.
- Invites you over.
- Envisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts).
- Never judges you.
- Doesn't give up on you.
- Says nice things about you.
BN* ít thui :X
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Persistent URL: www.floridamemory.com/items/show/322854
Title: Learned it in Back Days and Kept It: A portrait of Lucreaty Clark
Date of film: 1981
Physical descrip: color; sound; original length: 28:40
General note: In this documentary produced by the Florida Folklife Program, Folk heritage award recipient and white oak basket maker Lucreaty Clark discusses the long tradition of basket making in her Jefferson county family.
To see full-length versions of this and other videos from the State Archives of Florida, visit www.floridamemory.com/video/.
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida, 500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL 32399-0250 USA. Contact: 850.245.6700. Archives@dos.myflorida.com
+ Bonus p2
2412: Chiều tối mới bđ đc lết đi w' honi, Tí, Pi. Honi phãi wa năn nĩ má my :| má my mới cho đi \d/. Lên PS Q5 chơi mệt vãi lều : ( Noel mà còn giận w' chã dỗi nhau : ( Thấy ghét ! Noel lạnh phãi ăn lẫu mới đã mà honi cằn nhằn thấy ghê. Zk bão zk ăn m' ăn lẫu nói 2 lần honi k chịu nge còn hõi lại quê, giận nhau :-" 9g mấy tiễn má my w' cô Bích đi chơi cho lũ trẽ đi tà =) Gần 10g tà lên Q1 rồi tà tùm lum nơi \m/ Lạnh teo ==' ! Ghé ngag nhà honi lấy áo lạnh cho zk mặc ! Lúc này thì mới huề nhau :p Camon trời lạnh \d/ Tà r wa nhà chị bé hai ăn bánh kem, đang ngồi ăn + tính cbị chụp hình má my nhắn tin cho honi bão chỡ zk về trc' 11g k ng ta đóng cỗng zk phãi làm Tyz possible =) Honi lo (mà k bằng zk lo =] Trên đg về zk rú như điên ) thế là kéo xe, kéo lanh lắm kéo giõi lắm đứt cái bóng đèn =)) May mà còn cái đèn xanh nên bồ câu cũng k đễ ý =) Lọt vào tầm ngắn nó 1 tí là ôi thôi rồi xe cũa honi lại ngũ trong đêm đông :)) Về đến nhà r thì lại m' đi đến sáng lắm mà sợ má my trông ngóng nên thôi về nằm ngũ ôm má my cho đỡ lạnh :> Kết thúc 2412 như thế :* Vui ghê
(*) Thích dịp này nhất >d< honi tặng bóp mới màu zk thích + móc khóa đt đầu ông già noel \m/ - Mình tặng honi 2 QUÃ TRỨNG handmade =) Quà zk tặng chã bh xài đc honi nhĩ =)))) >d<
Sau Christmas sẽ là Anniver 10mths: "26311 ~ 261211" :x Like ghê cơ ;) Thíc - Thương - Yêu honi cũa zk nhấtttttttt <3 Trãi wa 3 thời kỳ kháng chiến =) Zk khẵng định : Honi cũa zk chĩ mãi là cũa zk thôi, zk k nhườg cho ai đâu <3. Zk thíc honi cười, honi cười như con bò đeo nơ :p Muốn cắn cho nát cái mặt phát ghét cũa honi thôi :p HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MAH BABE :*
To the tune of CSNY's "Teach Your Children Well" - www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQOaUnSmJr8
DOB: 12/21/1922
Died: 01/04/1999
He was 77 years old.
My Dad's Favorite Quotes:
"You know, Suzie (he called me Suzie) you can be replaced". - (He was right. Unfortunately, you couldn't be, Dad.)
"If you had half a brain you'd be dangerous." (Up for debate)
"Do the right thing" - Huh.
"Do as I say, not as I do".
"How do ya like them apples?"
"I just want you to live an honest life". (Refer to "Do as I say, not as I do".
"You're no prize"
"Eat your heart out"
"You're an accident waiting to happen"
"You don't know when to quit, do you?"
"They broke the mold when they made you". Which mold?
"I forgot more than you know"
"you have a one-track mind" - It's "inherited" (wink-wink)
"Do you know what time it is?" (No - I confuse right and left. It only took 60 years to figure that one out)
"Get your ass in gear"
"Motor Mouth" - His polite way of saying shut-up. He never said shut-up. He always said this with a smile.
"Shit for brains" His name for my brothers.
"Go run around the block" (We did - many times I did not go home).
"Asshole buddies" - (When one of his buddies went somewhere with one of his other buddies other than him.)
"He talks like he's got a paper asshole".
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it" - See "Do as I say, not as I do".
"If you're going to live in my house you live by my rules".
"Every cigarette you smoke is another nail in your coffin".
"Your eyes look like two piss holes in the snow" - (First time wearing makeup.)
"You got band-aids for those mosquito bites?" (First time I'd asked Mom for a bra.)
"You have exactly till 6:00PM to eat those tomatoes (two hours away) or you go to bed *again* without any dinner.". (And?)
"Watch the tips goddammit!" - (Bringing the fishing poles in from the boat).
"You smell like burnt toast".
"I don't trust him/her as far as I can throw him/her". I was a child, remember? Maybe throwing your beer cans, cigarettes, cigars and bottles in the garbage would've been a good start rather than throwing around your kids.
"You know, sometimes I think about suicide." (He said this to me on Christmas Day - 10 days prior to placing a high-powered rifle in his mouth while sitting on the toilet and blew his brains out. With the cooperation of many officials in NJ who scoured their records I was finally able to obtain the police reports and autopsy details in May 2022 after requesting them as I never really believed it was a suicide.
Mom said he'd always stated he was going to commit suicide when he was ready, although I was not aware or told of that one while he was alive. IOW, he always had a plan. "He did it his way" - on his mother-in-law's birthday. He probably didn't even know it was.
He suicided 20 years ago (or so) today - January 4, 1999. Nobody knew my phone number to let me know - my Son was finally able to reach me. Somehow I lost a year at that point. I only know *somebody* put that bullet hole in the bathroom ceiling and his neighbor cleaned up the bathroom. That neighbor developed early dementia as many people do after witnessing such a horrific sight they do not recover from without counseling or talking about it and coming to terms with it. Family trauma and abuse is much the same. That is how people are then labeled with psychiatric terms, unfortunately they were not in fact the "crazy" ones. The true "crazy" ones stay under the radar and appear fully functioning. IOW, "they have jobs" according to today's society. I'd been told my Dad was a "functioning alcoholic".
He tried quitting smoking many times. Once he tried replacing cigarettes with Regal Crown sour cherry & sour lemon drops. No sugar-free options back then. That's when he lost his teeth. After he quit he gained tons of weight.
He sat at the dinner table waving his fork up and down frequently....fair warning to get ready to duck. The five of us always had dinner together every night - that's good for the family structure, it's said. A few times he turned the dinner table over or threw dishes at one of us. I only know he generally missed. I would occasionally lock myself in the bathroom to get away from the violence. He generally knew how to unlock those doors. I ran away from home frequently. I accidentally drove his red Chevy pickup truck into a pond. Someone helped me get it back up on land. I also accidentally set his red Chevy pickup on fire but he wasn't mad. He just laughed. He was a good sport like that. Brother Bob finally totaled it after being broadsided by a UPS truck (malfunctioning traffic light) on the way home from a Grateful Dead concert in Philadelphia. It really was a pretty truck - fire engine red with hand painted gold leaf lettering. It had ladder racks which I'd used as a jungle gym. He mostly put up tin, slate and shingle roofs. The most fun was taking the old shingles, slate and tin he ripped off the old roofs to the landfill in his dump truck which he parked around the corner on Hudson St not far from Gliba's bar (Chambersburg, NJ), dumping it off a cliff along the embankments of the Delaware River - he would back up to the edge as close as he could and hit the gas to attempt to scare us. He didn't. This was also near the huge penicillin and pharmaceutical dump by the Trenton Marine Terminal off Rt. 29 towards White City Lake..
US Navy Veteran. He had one older brother and one older sister. They (Mom & Dad) had three boys (one died - the second one - Russell - his stomach never closed so his guts were exposed and baby Russell only lived a short time, I'm told . I do not know if or where baby Russell was buried) but Mom said he always wanted a girl, anyway. Often I wonder if baby Russell lived and was given up for adoption. I check with 23 and me occasionally to see if any new family surfaced. He told the same stories year after year for over 40 years, yet never spoke about his time in the Navy (the *brotherhood*, code of silence, whatever). He was the baby of his family. He had brown eyes. He said people had brown eyes because they were full of shit up to their forehead. His Mom died when he was 12. He had a severe hearing deficit that was never addressed, as many Veterans do. He was diabetic although it was never addressed. He had metabolic syndrome although it was never addressed. He always kept, cleaned and took great care of his German Ruger which was kept in the headboard of their bed. We learned at an early age where it was and to "respect" it.
He either fished or stayed in his bedroom watching old war movies in his later years and went to flea markets occasionally. His back also started giving out. He refused to go to a doctor. I do not recall that he ever did until his 70's when he developed skin cancer (fisherman's arms). Then he wore a hat like Lawrence of Arabia. They took real good care of him at whichever doctor / hospital he'd gone to. Someone trashed all of his records upon his death as I found only a few after Mom passed away - a statement from CMS Medicare - a summary of claims processed dated 6/13/2003 from a Dr. John W. Petrozzi in Barnegat - $70 for an office visit dated 4/25/03. It was denied. Reason? "a. Our records show that the date of death was before the date of service. b. You do not have to pay this amount., c. The name or Medicare number was incorrect or missing. Ask your provider to use the name or number shown on this notice for future claims." My oldest brother wanted his "Red Dawn" book back. We never found it in the house but we combed through everything looking for it.
He would go meet his buddies for breakfast at a local diner. He was always mad at one of them at any given time. He had a loud, infectious laugh and a loud boisterous voice. He was also a tinsmith and spent a good portion of his Winters melting lead in the basement to make fishing sinkers. He had freezers full of bait (and hundred dollar bills wrapped in tin-foil). He was a phenomenal cook - he loved the typical German/ Polish/ Hungarian meat & potatoes diet. He adored his fatty meats (bacon, pork, Szalolonna, etc....). He never ate anything sugary except for tons of fresh fruit nightly. He only ate Wonder Bread (white) and tons of processed lunch meats (favorite was Lebanon Bologna). He came home for lunch daily for his bread and tomato sandwich w. fresh radishes on the side w. salt, He did like his Navy Bean Soup with ham. He also spent his afternoons at the American Legion drinking beer. The only "ritual" I remember aside from cleaning his gun weekly and going to Church with us once a year (Christmas) was breaking out the Limburger cheese every Sunday. That was the day we would all hold our noses and run out of the house screaming.
He would go fishing twice a week - a 1 1/2 hr. drive from Trenton & Lawrenceville, NJ to Waretown, NJ, where he docked his boat. There was a sharp turn around Cranberry Lake where he would drive 100MPH to try to scare us. It didn't. While smoking his cigars (that was not fun). I did, however, have many, many night terrors most of my younger life about being trapped in a car underwater, among others. Until I learned how to escape one if it indeed happened. My friends all received a glass-break tool for the holidays one year. www.thebugoutbagguide.com/best-car-escape-tool/
He taught me how to shoot guns, ride horses, sail and swim (by throwing me in deep waters without any life vest while he laughed),. I am not sure why so many fathers do this to their daughters....one would think they'd teach them how to swim, first. He taught me how to handle a boat, to navigate through channels, sandbars and the Barnegat Inlet. He taught me how to surf. He taught me to water ski (without knowing how to swim). He taught me to snow ski. He taught me how to drive (while using a quick backhand across the face if I made my turns too wide). He taught me how to shoot bow and arrow. He taught me how to shuffle, deal and play cards. He taught me how to detail a truck. He left me a $2,000 John Hancock Life Insurance policy which allowed me to purchase a Windows Millenium Edition Dell Dimension computer - my first Windows computer which enabled me to go back to school after my aneurysm. He taught me how to "be kind to animals" (after he beat them till they would no longer move) - I skip that part (hurting them). He & Mom hunted wild game (rabbits, pheasants and deer)) with 2 beagles (Tiny and Nellie who was later replaced by Rosie) which were kept outside year long. He had another dog before them - Speck. And another beagle, Queenie. He didn't mind me bringing home as many animals (and amphibians) as I was able. Except for snakes. Mom had a snake phobia and even the tiniest garter snake upset her, so I learned not to bring home snakes after the first one.
He frequently had his drinking buddies at the house till late at night. Mom always loved Frank Sinatra, hence he did his best to emulate him in every way he could. He built a beautiful bar in the basement - I was the family bartender. He got a player piano which was quite fun. He set us up with pinball machines, pool table, juke boxes, bowling machines, arcades, etc....which he'd gotten from his friend, Whitey Bralynski from Browns Novelty, who supplied the arcade, pinball machines & shooting games.to local diners, bowling alleys, etc. - an all cash business.
He & Mom hunted deer with bow and arrow together, also. They beat the shit out of us, whipped my brothers and I frequently (I was the only one to hit back). One of the more favorite methods of "teaching" was total isolation for a day or night or more (locked in a completely dark cellar way). He was not the major disciplinarian (at least not for me). We won't go there. He taught me how to not give a fuck about life although it was against my grain. The medical profession convinced him knee implants (which his body rejected) and various other surgeries would improve his quality of life - while in his 70's. They, as well as Medicare or the V.A. (not sure which), squeezed the last bit of benefits out of him prior to his death. He began getting major headaches. He took shark cartilage which his buddies told him would help with pain. He died a few months after these surgeries after he insisted he did not want a nurse visiting his house to change the packings after they removed a good portion of his colon. Unless of course, his insurance would not cover it. Mom was unable to pack his wounds. His neighbor Bobby LeFebvre would go over and do this. Dad never exercised although climbing up and down a ladder in his younger years qualified for a while. Other than passive sports (bowling) while younger. he did practice his boxing skills on the family although that extended out to cage fighting, MMA and simply total loss of control of his anger (on 3 little kids). Wills Eye Hospital in Philadelphia attempted to convince him he needed to have an eye surgery - he left there in the middle of the night - Mom and her neighbor, Judy, drove to go get him at 2AM. I had just returned to work after the aneurysm and could not leave my job II was partially blind and was taking the bus) so I was on the phone with Mom throughout the night. The hospital also attempted to convince him he'd had a brain aneurysm (he did not). He did have a small stroke one Thanksgiving Day and refused treatment at that time. But one day a week or two later he walked into a wall, fell, knocked himself out splitting his head open (and one eye went crooked) which concerned them, hence a visit to the hospital. We all do love the holidays, after all. Wills Eye Hospital removed one of my Mother's eyes - she was in her 70's also. They like to take eyes when they can - someone can always use them. He was a Democratic Committeeman in Lawrenceville, NJ, USA. He was also a boxer on his ship, a ship's cook, a roofing contractor, a great singer and comedian, and made friends wherever he went. He could be a very sharp dresser. He was also a die hard fisherman, a Charter Boat captain, and skilled builder, card player, gardener and carpenter. He was also an asshole, bigot and a stubborn fuck all his life. To the best of my knowledge, in spite of his earlier years as a boxer, he was never evaluated for TBI, trauma, hearing loss or any other neurological impairment or injury.
His favorite song was Frank Sinatra's "My Way". He loved to watch Dean Martin, All In The Family and Three's Company. He liked Chrissy. He never liked any of my friends and called all of my girlfriends (since elementary school) whores. He left instructions for Mom on how much to sell his boat, cars and trucks for and what to do with all his fishing stuff (an entire garage full) - that was very considerate, I thought. Once he & Mom were going to get a divorce - Dad said we had to choose who we wanted to live with. Ironically, I chose Dad. Brother Bob (the middle child) went hysterical and could not choose. So they reconciled after counseling with our Church pastor, we became The Brady Bunch and moved to the illustrious suburbs. Both he & Mom had themselves cremated and dumped in the Barnegat Inlet. We took Mom out on a neighbor's boat (Al Casamente, one of his fishing buddies who later was hitting on Mom, she said) - not sure who took Dad - perhaps it was one of his fishing buddies Jimmy McCarty. When their cat, Max died here in Kentucky his ashes were shipped to NJ and his neighbor Bobby again took care of it, so Max should be out there living with the fishes as well. I do not even remember which war Dad was in. - with everyone in our families on both sides generations back in wars, it became impossible to remember whose was whose, mostly because when I'd asked there were many different answers their paperwork disappeared. There was no obituary. No memorial service.
I was told two versions of how his Mom died. One was she was at the "beauty parlor" and died from what was called "beauty parlor stroke syndrome". The other story was she was getting her hair done and there was a mob bombing in which she was killed.
While Mom was sorting out his belongings after he allegedly committed suicide, she said she found a black bra in his closet. This would most likely account for why all of his belongings were disposed of.
RIP, Dad. Thank you for preparing me to deal with senior citizens. I hope I haven't created too much havoc as your Daughter (if I really was).
With Love,
Dysfunctional Veteran's Daughter
Moral of Story: Drinking, drugs, babysitters & kids don't mix. Think about it.
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Local call number: RC07613
Title: Fokker tri-motor airplane-Miami
Date: December 20, 1925
Physical descrip: 1 photoprint - b&w - 8 x 10 in.
Series Title: Reference Collection
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Title: Corner store owned by the Phoenix Loan Corporation - Jacksonville
Date: 1948
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Title: Marion Duncan in costume for 4th of July play - Tavares
Date: ca. 1895
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mài hĩu tại s tao khóc mà. bõ qa cho tao nhar. tao iu mài :* HPBD To Nhất Tỹ :"xxxxxxxxxxx
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Local call number: n034862
Title: Girl posing at a pitcher pump - Merritt Island
Date: ca. 1907
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You have to admire the resilience and dignity with which the Japanese people are dealing with the current crisis caused by the earth quake, tsunami and now the nuclear reactor. It is horrible to watch human suffering, but I feel it is worse to watch and do nothing about it. To that end, I would like to help out in my small way. I am offering to give 100% of the profits from any sales of my photos from now through the end of March to Doctors Without Borders. To purchase prints, click on the link above.
My younger bother spent a year studying in Japan and still keeps in touch with the friends he made during his stay. Those friends are thankfully safe and they have been sharing some of their experiences and feelings with him throughout this disaster. There is a common theme of solidarity and hope in all of their stories. Here is a brief collection of posts from Japanese people regarding the crisis:
UN Secretary General, said, “Japan is one of the most generous and strongest benefactors, coming to the assistance of those in need the world over. In that spirit, the United Nations stands by the people of Japan and we will do anything and everything we can at this very difficult time.”
* On a platform
I’m twittering from the platform of Oedo Line heading for Hikari Gaoka. The platform is overcrowded. Actually, many can’t even get onto the platform and are waiting outside the ticket gate. But there is order. We are forming perfect lines. There is no partition rope but we leave room for people to walk through. Everyone is following instructions given by station staff. There is absolute order and calmness here, almost surreal in this situation. I am amazed by these people’s mental strength.
* Morning announcements
Employees gathered for morning announcements and this was said… “Whatever happens, we are in a position of responsibility. Let’s not show anxiety and welcome our customers with confidence to make them feel safe.” I was a bit moved. Let’s do this. Store is opening!
* A station employee
Tokyo Metro extended its hours of operation and operated throughout the night. I thanked one of the station employees and he replied with a smile saying, “It’s our duty and we are proud to serve when our services are most needed!” THANK YOU. YOU TOUCHED MY HEART.
*At the train station
I saw little kids telling a train station staff, “Thank you for doing your best to keep the train running yesterday.” The staff was crying. I cried big time, too.
* At a jammed crossing
I was driving home after the quakes. Streets were extremely jammed and at many crossings only one car could cross the street per green light. At a spaghetti crossing, all traffic was paralyzed for more than 5 min. All drivers, I encountered, waiting to cross streets were calm, giving way to others. All thru my 10 hr driving, I didn’t hear any honking except those showing gratitude to others. Of course this travel was scary but also heart warming. This experience made me like Japan all the more.
* Homeless People
Transport facilities were dead and I was so tired waiting so long. Then, a homeless guy gave me a cardboard saying “use this, it can warm you up”. I used to pass homeless people by even when they were begging…
* Artists
Many artists are painting and drawing to encourage people this time. Everybody is trying to do something they can do.
* Bakery
In the middle of the night, I was walking home from college. A lady at a bakery was giving out bread. She kept her bakery open till late hours and was doing what she could do to help others. I was so touched. Tokyo is still not a bad place to live! Such a heart-warming scene.
* Proud of Japan
I feel proud being Japanese. Everyone, either in the public or private sector, is trying to help each other so sincerely. I’ve heard truck drivers are offering help to transport needed goods to the affected areas. I’ve even heard yakuza mafias are volunteering to direct the traffic in Tohoku. I had been losing pride in this country recently, but I was wrong. Japan is such a great country with great people. I have been amazed by the goodwill of the Japanese people. Let us keep our spirit high and keep up the good work.
* At a supermarket
I was moved when I saw most people showed consideration for others by NOT buying more than what they absolutely need for the time being. Their act of conscience brought tears to my eyes.
* Everybody
I talked to a cab driver, a station master, and an elderly lady. They all couldn’t go home and were really tired, but showed no sign of stress in our conversations. They actually showed concern for me. I’m touched by everyone looking out for one another by realizing that “everyone is having a hard time.” This is the part of Japanese culture that I want to inherit and treasure.
* Keeping the door open
After all the news about trains suspending service, I was determined to walk home. I was heading west on Koshu Kaido Avenue, one of the major streets in Tokyo. There was an office building along the way, which kept its door open even around 9 at night. Who seemed to be an employee of that company was speaking aloud to those of us who had to walk long distance home, that their office was offering a space to rest and its restrooms were available. I was so moved and almost cried
* Free coffee
My husband walked for 4 hours to come back home. He was feeling weak at Akabane and this man offered free coffee saying “It’s pretty cold huh? Warm up with this hot coffee!” Thanks to him, my husband regained the strength to keep walking. It must have really touched him because he’s been repeating the story 5 times. Thank you to the man passing out free coffee.
*We’re closed today
One of our fellow part time workers is from the afflicted area of Tohoku region. My brother told one of the staff to tell him that he didn’t need to come to work today. That staff called him and said, “Hey, the store’s closed today. ”I was so moved by how he rephrased the message. That’s truly an example of consideration for others.
*Pray for Japan!
Cry! I was so touched I cried super hard! That international call from a stranger just now, it was a phone call of worry and support from someone who called their own number, except with Japan’s country code hoping to connect with someone in Japan! I didn’t quite understand the English, but I understood what the person was trying to say! S/he said a lot of people over there are “praying for Japan”!
*Everything’s alright
An American student living in the Chiba prefecture got on CNN. “I got in a panic, but Japanese people around me were different. They remained calm and gave each other considerate words. Check in on others to see everyone’s alright, cheer, and help each other. They were great. Japan will be alright.” The CNN reporter hoping to hear about panic was sort of disappointed…
*Unrivaled effort
I was so touched by the outstanding news that Japan Self-Defense Forces rescued almost 10,000 people from the disaster site. I had an opportunity to talk with the one who lives in Fukushima. He told me about the unrivaled effort of them. He said “people witnessed several of members of the Self Defense Forces carried 4 old people at a time, 2 on his back and 1 on each arm. Carrying 4 people at a time and run – they keep doing that without
enough eat and sleep. And there’s a smile on their face.”
* When I was young…
One day, I will tell my children and grandchildren. “When I was young, there was a huge earthquake. All the world united and helped each other. People’s feeling of goodwill was shining all over.”
*Volunteered
My father is going to be dispatched on a mission to the atomic power plant of Fukushima. I was close to crying when I heard that he volunteered for the mission, even though he retires in 6 months. “What we do now navigates the future of atomic power plant. I’m going there with a sense of responsibility.” He has been rather unreliable type at home, but… I couldn’t be prouder of him. I hope he’ll get back safe and sound.
* Okaerinasai=Welcome back!
O … Osanai (Don’t push)
Ka … Kakenai (Don’t run)
E … Egao wo wasurenai (Don’t forget to smile)
Ri … Riso wo sutenai (Retain the vision)
Na … Naite Stress hassan (Cry and release the stress)
Sa … Sayonara ha Iwanai (Never say goodbye)
I … Ikinobiru (Survive!)
I am certain that Japan’s rich culture will endure this crisis and emerge stronger for it. In the mean time, our thoughts go out to everyone affected.
About this Photo
This photo was taken during my trip through Japan with my brothers a few years ago. We were making our way North and had stopped at Kyoto for a couple of days to get to know the city. During one outing we walked through the Geisha District where all these mysterious ladies dwell. They are surprisingly hard to find and even when you do, you have to stay sharp because they disappear as quickly as they appear.
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Because I don't like the method of URL typing on PSP browser, I use Flash to develop a user interface for URL typing. Put the flile to memory stick duo, and go to file:/psp_url.swf to open the new interface.
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Press O to start
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因為對PSP的瀏覽器輸入URL的方法不滿意，所以我自己利用Flash做了一個輸入網址的介面。下載後把psp_url.swf放到PSP內的記憶卡內，在網址列輸入file:/psp_url.swf，就可以開啟我做的這個URL介面。
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Local call number: KOR0438
Title: Unidentified Koreshan boys in Estero, Florida
Date: ca. 1910
Physical descrip: 1 photoprint - b&w. - 6 x 4 in.
Series Title: Koreshan Unity Collection
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Title: Colin Kelly Memorial Unveiling
Date of film: June 14, 1944
Physical descrip: color; silent; original length: 4:28
Local call number: V-255
General note: This silent film features: Madison street scenes; a military band playing; speech making; the unveiling of the memorial statue; and shots of dignitaries on the dais and guests in the stands.
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URL 287S - Cornwall County Council Highways - Ford D series tipper lorry. Photo by Ian Taylor (date and location not recorded)
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Urban installation projecting shadows with public lights. Dalston.
London.
Faces modeled on the grid of several colanders cast their shadows
on the surface.
The central idea is to try to make larger projections
drawing on the resources of city lights at night.