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Name: Indigo flycatcher
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saya tanya ranting. bila patah, masih kah kamu hidup?
ranting kata, walau patah, jatuh ke tanah, di pijak oleh semua, jiwa tidak akan mati.
saya tanya ranting. jika jiwa ada lubang, masih kah seseorang makhluk itu hidup?
ranting kata, walau berlubang, masih ada jiwa yang boleh dipegang, digunapakai, tidak akan mati.
saya tanya ranting. suka tak kasut hijau saya?
ranting kata, suka, tapi jangan pijak dia.
saya tanya ranting. kenapa?
ranting kata, kita sudah kawan. kenapa mahu pijak kawan?
saya kata pada ranting. ranting ada jiwa. walaupun patah terpisah dari dahan pohon. ranting beri sedikit kesedaran. yang kurang dijumpai di dalam makhluk bernama manusia, yang jiwanya penuh tidak berlubang. saya mungkin tidak akan alihkan ranting. takdirnya jatuh di situ, ujian Tuhan menunggu apa yang akan berlaku padanya di situ. tetapi saya tidak akan pijak ranting. kerana ranting adalah kawan. kawan tidak pijak kawan.
[KLickr Photowalk on 11th May 2008]
Taken by my husband at a restaurant near the Grand Canyon and cropped by me. I couldn't help noticing the colors of the "Restaurant" sign and the newspaper stands. By the way, the food was terrible.
monday 1st february;
well, today you're not going to learn about what i did, you're going to get a rant. a good one (;
anyway, so today i went to college. as you know, my ex bestmate carl and i have fallen out, due to him not being a very good friend i s'pose. beside from that, we were meant to meet at break and he was going to give me my dads USB stick back (which i put music on for carl ages ago) and i was going to give him his shirt. i got a text from him at around 10am, saying he was going to leave my USB on show, outside my classroom, that he hates me and has done for ages and threatening to tell joe things which joe already knows...
with this, (which was quite funny) anna found my USB stick and gave it me later. carl said he didn't want his shirt back cause he would end up burning it anyway, (which is why soon on flickr, you're all going to get a video of me and joe burning it ourselves, woo) and yeah. basically it sounded like his slag of a girlfriend had told him to write it cause the last time i spoke to carl, he was up my arse etc (:
HAPPY TIMES ARE HERE though.
and i'm having nothing to do with any of them. what goes around comes around and when he comes crawling back to me, after she possibly cheats on him for the second time i think... i will just laugh in his face. life is fucking sweet :D
In The Days Of Genghis Khan
Back in human history in the days of Genghis Khan
To be a hero in war was to prove yourself a man
But in the Human World in some ways things have not changed since then
We still have the attitude that war separates the boys from the men.
In this the age of advanced technology some things have not changed at all
So called patriots dead war heroes like to recall
And celebrate like football fans wars fought and won
Whilst the mother is left for to grieve for her dead soldier son.
The winners write the war history as we have been told
And some men do not grow wiser they only grow old
And no fool like an old fool as some like to say
With some at least it does seem a bit that way.
Since Genghis Khan's time in technology giant steps have been made
But for the returned war heroes there's still a street parade
And millions of young men in battles have died
For flag and for Country and National pride.
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by :Francis Duggan . Saturday, January 23, 2010
"in 1975 when I was two years old. I once saw the sky split and filled with various lights as I described. I think it's my first dream at 2 pm"
world of surrealism
inspired by poetry "KRAWANG BEKASI" Chairil Anwar
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KRAWANG - BEKASI
We now lie between Krawang and Bekasi,
We cannot cry “Freedom,” and take up arms once more
But who does not hear our roaring
Seeing us marching forward, heart beating hard?
We speak to you in the limpidity of silent night,
When you feel empty and the wall clock is ticking
We die young. Bones remain covered by dust.
Remember, do remember us!
We have tried what we can,
But the task not completed, does not mean anything
We have given out our life,
The work is not completed;
We can't calculate the significance of the loss of 4-5 thousand lives.
We are only bones scattered about,
But you are tehe possessor.
It is you who decide the value of the scattered bones
Do we sacrifice our lives for Independence, Victory, Hope
Or for nothing ?
We don’t know, we can't speak any more
We speak to you in the limpidity of a silend night,
When the chest feels empty, when clocks is ticking.
Remember, do remember us—
Carry on, carry on our life
Protect Soekarno
Protect Hatta
Protect Sjahrir
We are corpses
Do give us meaning,
Guardian forever in the frontier between reality and dream
Remember, remember us
Who are bones covered with dust,
Thousands of us lying between Krawang-Bekasi
Chairil Anwar, 1948
dis·grace n.
1. Loss of honor, respect, or reputation; shame.
2. The condition of being strongly and generally disapproved.
3. One that brings disfavor or discredit.
tr.v. dis·graced, dis·grac·ing, dis·grac·es
1. To bring shame or dishonor on.
2. To deprive of favor or good repute; treat with disfavor.
"I'm a disgrace."
It seems to me that this sentence has gotten wonderfully common throughout the last years, or even decades. No actually, it's been a used sentences since ages, as far as I can guess. People identify with that word so easily as they experience this feeling of not being good enough, bringing shame and misfortune to all those they talk to, to everything they touch. But not only that; how often have I seen people walking down the streets, or sitting in a restaurant, or chatting at a party, and then "it's such a disgrace." And undoubtedly, it was said addressing someone, a person that stood out in an uncommon way, maybe a homeless person, maybe an overly eccentric woman or maybe a spoiled child.
... I despise that. I really do. It's not the word itself, it is the way it is used. It's the perfect word for judgmental and superficial people, people that rather take a look at the surface and decide how they like someone or not, and not try to look into them, to understand them, to tolerate; it's like, as soon as this someone doesn't fit into what is "generally accepted", it's a disgrace because it is destroying the "picture perfect". If I were to use that word .. the people using that word would be the disgrace to me. But that'd make no sense because that would make me a disgrace just as well. Eventually, it's pointless, calling someone "unfitting" or "inappropriate" in such context ... I think it is just the lack of tolerance, acceptance and general understanding that has made this word so popular.
This being said (I simply had to), I'll leave the rest as it is.
I've been getting a lot of messages from Flickr followers asking me to make a tutorial video on how i edit my photo's. I don't get that, wouldn't you feel a sense of achievement if you were able to coin your own style and not cop someone else's? When I first started out with photography I was constantly trying to make my photo's look like someone else's. I would spend money and countless hours just trying to be the same as someone. I look back on it and realize that I cheated myself out of the creativity I knew I had. After I figured out that no one is going to edit my shit for me I learned how to do it myself. So to those of you who say such nice things about my shots, thank you. It means a lot to me and sometimes its crazy that people even take the time to let me know that I inspire them. I appreciate your comments and feedback more than you know. There are hundreds of photographers on here that I look up to and envy for their work and artistic capabilities. And to those of you who ask for direction on how to to edit and achieve the look that i get, my advice would be to dig deep into your creativity, you'll be surprised at what you find and I'm willing to bet the style you come up with and want to keep is far different than mine.
A little tussle to set the record straight...whatever that may be! I watched these two geese as they approached each other and I just knew there was going to be trouble. The one on the left lowered his head and threatened the other, who was having none of it. He asserted his right to be boss by burying his bill in the side of his opponent's neck!
Sunset, Lonely Beach
A beautiful sunset, all alone on a lonely beach,
Soft splashes of the gentle rolling waves,
Like music, one following another..
and the tickling touch of the moving sand, warmly caressed my feet.
This cool distant breeze came whispering,
Embracing, refreshing…
A riot of colours glowed in the cloudless horizon,
Magically flickering on the calm darkening sea.
Like a passionate lover's kiss,
the fiery golden ball gently touched the dark horizon,
And finally seek it's complete rest….and lo!
A thin crescent of the new moon made its spiritual appearance.
God bless be these magical moments…
I humbly seek your mercy.
by spiritual seeker Saturday, March 17, 2012
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❂ Le drapeau flottant sur la tour du château.
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Semar is told not just ordinary ordinary people, but is an incarnation of Batara Ismaya, brother of Batara Guru who is also the king of the gods. There are indeed several versions of the origins of this Semar figure. But all basically said that this figure is the incarnation of a god. Semar is also a lurah who lives in Karangdempel. Karang means barren.While dempel means the determination of the soul. If we pay attention, how much the philosophy of this Semar figure is very admirable. In Javanese philosophy, Semar is called Badranaya. Derived from the word bebadra which means to build means from the base and naya or nayaka which means messenger.It means carrying the nature of building and carrying out God's commands for human welfare. Whereas literally, Semar means the guide of the meaning of life. Physically, Semar is neither male nor female. He androgynous male, but has breasts like women, which is a symbol of men and women. Semar's right hand upwards, the meaning that as a person Semar wanted to say the symbol of the Supreme Single. His left hand is backward, meaning total surrender and absolute and at the same time a symbol of neutral but sympathetic science.
Semar hair "kuncung" like asian boy. The meaning is to say that the kuncung accounting, namely as a servant's personality. Semar as a servant serves the people unconditionally to carry out religious practices according to Allah's orders. When he arrived, Semar always faced up. The meaning is that in the journey of the human child, its manifestation provides an example to always look up or God, the Most Gracious, and the Merciful of the people.
Semar's other very unique physical characteristic is its round body shape. This is a symbol of the earth or the universe, the dwelling place of humanity and other creatures. Semar also seemed to always smile, but his eyes were swollen. It describes the symbol of joy and sorrow. His face looked old, but his hair was curled like a child. This is a symbol of young and old. He is an incarnation of a god, but lives as a commoner. This is a symbol of superiors and subordinates. For me Semar has many features. Aside from physical features, another feature of Semar is its status. Although his status is only as a servant, but his nobleness is paralleled by King Kresna in the Mahabharata story. According to the original version, the advisor of the Pandavas in the Baratayuda war was Krishna. However, in wayang, Pandavas' advisors became two namely Kresna and Semar
It is often said that Semar's weapon is a fart. It is said that Semar's farting could make a headache for palace courtiers who did not carry out their duties according to applicable regulations. In other words, there are palace officials who take actions against the law that are detrimental to the community.
As the incarnation of a god, Semar is also known to be very wise and wise. Can get along with anyone, both with the upper and lower classes. It is also responsive to changing times. However, if he finds injustice and arbitrary actions, Semar will firmly take preventive, persuasive and repressive actions. It could be said that Semar was willing to risk everything for the message he received from the Almighty.
Semar seems to have never known the word sad. When talking is always spontaneous, but it contains the truth. Every story is always entertaining so that the sad person becomes happy. People who are difficult can laugh.
Semar is a picture of a combination of small people as well as heavenly gods. So, if the governments, symbolized by Semar's warriors, listen to the voice of the little people who are like the voice of God, then it is certain that the country they lead will become a superior and peaceful state.
processed from various sources
source: kompasiana, writer Edi Kusumawati
Let me explain the symbology behind this picture:
I know that right now it seems that the whole USA is focusing mainly on the 2008 elections, but I care more about the political situations around the world, particularly Venezuela, since that's where my mom is from and that's where some of my family lives.
Ever since Chavez was elected president, I feel like the whole Venezuelan government/political situation is broken, or ruined like this mug. Sure, you can still use the mug, but it's broken..
I was raised to be seriously Anti-Chavista (against Chavez, Venezuela's president, and his whole administration,) and I know he's always been a horrible president (well, really more like dictator) but I was really shocked when I heard he was assisting FARC. I know FARC is a funny name, but there's nothing funny about them. FARC is a Colombian extremist group who kidnapped hundreds random people and held them hostage for years (most of them still haven't escaped). On top of that, they kidnap children from the Venezuela/Colombia border and turn them into child soldiers. This has been an ongoing problem in both Venezuela and Colombia for years, and Chavez has publicly spoken about how we need to stop them, and supposedly taken some action about it. but it turns out that he was SUPPLYING THEM WITH WEAPONS.
how could ANYONE be supportive of a group that makes children into CHILD SOLDIERS!? how could a LEADER OF A COUNTRY even do that!? and the worst part is, that he LIED to the whole world about it, and he's not even getting impeached or anything! How is it that Bill Clinton gets impeached for having an affair, but Chavez doesn't get impeached for supplying FARC with all the supplies they need to do what Chavez is trying to stop them from doing!?
But of course, Chavez is a known liar, because he promised during his presidential campaign in 1998 that he would change his name if there were still homeless children on the street by the time he was done with his term, and he hasn't done ANYTHING about it, and he's been in power for almost 10 years! (and, by the way, the length of a presidential term in Venezuela is 4 or 5 years (I can't quite remember), but of course, he changed the constitution so that he could be in power for even longer!)
the whole situation pisses me off to no end.
and that is why I took this picture.
**Warning: self-absorbed rant ahead**
here goes...my rant has been floating around my hamster wheel brain for a couple days now. I'll call it "all about me - my 365 rant". I
had several reasons for starting my 365: becoming a better photographer, the journaling aspect, self-awareness/self-perception, overcoming fear and last but not least, having fun.
Today is day 229 and 365 definitely consumes a large part of my life - mainly in
positive ways but it also really provides a lovely breeding ground for a mess of issues i've been dragging around my whole life. And some days, I just don't feel like dealing with them. But every day, there they are.
I'm tired of fighting with my inner critic (who doesn't seem to understand the concept of
constructive criticism) and letting these thoughts rule:
1) I'm not interesting, talented, creative, funny, or attractive
2) Especially compared to all the amazing photographers on flickr
3) Jealous/envious of above-mentioned amazing photographers
4) Feeling bad about feeling jealous, feeling bad about focusing on myself so much when there's a gazillion other horrible things going on in the world
5) Back to feeling like a failure because I feel like I haven't
progressed at all in 229 days
6) So many other people have grown so much in their 365 and I'm still *here*
7) Compare, compare, compare and find myself lacking
A good friend once told me long ago that I obsess over the negative things people say or do about/toward me and brush off anything complimentary. I've come a long way but this project has really made me see how much of that *crap* is still lying around.
But most of the time I'm still having fun with 365, I've met amazing people and one of the many lessons I'm learning is that I need to stop avoiding my crap, quit blaming other people for it and realize I'm the one causing all the problems.
i really don't care what crap i get about this picture, but i just have to say that this is what i think it seems like most people want out of them.
you guys always say that they don't tweet that much together anymore and such.
it just seems like most people EXPECT them to be obessed with eachother. i'm so outraged by that fact and i don't understand why they have to be 100% in love with eachother all of the time.
_ i was/am just trying to set my point.
Hugger Mugger
Part 2
We found a pub, the Ranting Raven or some such tomfoolish name,
I helped her slip off her wrap and holding it, pulled out a stool for her.
I still had the kind of feeing that one gets when having avoiding an embarrassing situation...
Ordering a pint I took a good long swig. Meanwhile My friend excused herself to the loo with a perky chirp as she patted my cheek
I watched her swish her way off, noticing that several other ‘s had also taken notice. We were both entirely overdressed for the premises and so would naturally attract the local hooligans notice, though there were one or two other handsome devils there ( aside from meself of course..lol). I also knew my flirty colleague was entirely aware that she was being watched, and I pondered if I would be leaving the pub alone..
But I was alone now for a few minutes, so I abandoned that line of thought and allowed my mind to wander back to the reception, and the reality of what I had seen that made me decide suddenly to take wing and flee the premises like a blind bat out of hell.
Blimey! was what I had uttered under my breath once I had confirmed that me eyes were not playing tricks on me as I was watching the young Grandmother as she danced so charmingly with her young lad of a grandson.
I had noticed that, although her earrings and rings were glimmering under the incandesant lighting, but nothing was rippling fire around her throat, for her neck was bare, , as barren of her fine (bloody expensive) diamond necklace as had the young brides,maid had been of her fake rhinestone one a bit earlier after dancing with the same lad.
Blimey I had thought again, had I created a monster? Had he lifted her necklace to have me do the trick for his Grandmother? I had immediately known that that was a path I did not want to follow… too many questions would have likely been asked by his Grandmother, and with my thoughts that had been conjured up the thievery that had taken place in the movie I had once seen, I did not want to risk anyone else drawing up the same conclusions... Rhinestones were one thing, real diamonds were another...!
And, What If?,...
So while I waited for my colleagues return, I let my mind play out a scene similar to that of the movie, adapting it to the circumstances of the reception venue as opposed to the movies luxury liner casino night club version
A lady’s real necklace of diamonds would have been a lure…
In my mind I envisioned a suave James Bond type( Sean Connery?) was dancing with the grandmother....
As the music wafted away he would lift her hand, kissing her jeweled fingers. “Thank you for the dance my lady” he would say, his Scottish brogue spoken words melting her heart. “ I do so apologize for being so clumsy, perhaps too many martinis?” ( shaken not stirred)
“That’s ok dear” she would twitter totally fallen under his charms as she placed her free hand to her chest, her fingers not reaching quite high enough up to discover her missing necklace.
He would look over her shoulder, “that’s your grandson over there then lass?”
As she turns her head he continues on In his richly deep accent, “a handsome lad, perhaps he would also like a dance with such a charming lady?”
My mind shook out that thought, and still not seeing my chum returning from the loo, I took a long thoughtful swig, and went to the scene I had actually witnessed, the lad dancing with his classy Grandmother. I played out what they would have been saying..
She would of course, been praising her grandson as they swept around the dance floor.
“You look very handsome me darling” the grandmother would say as she looked into his smiling cherubs face with his pink cheeks.
“And you are very pretty also Granma,” he would also say, as his arm gipped tighter the nicely feeling material of her dress.
“Thank you she would say” her hand reaching up to happily adjust her necklace as she has already several time that long day spent.
Only this time her fingers fail to find it!
She stops , her hands searching .
“What’s the matter Gram?” The lad then asks seeing her look of alarm.
“Granmas diamonds are gone!” she would answer with worry as her heart starts sinking, she would look around rapidly along the wooden planked floor.
He just smiles with that cherub’s innocence. “ Tis ok Grandma, there’s a magician here, he made Sadie’s necklace disappear and reappear. Here, he’s over at the bar, lets go find him !” he happily says as he tugs her hand.
That was the thought that had made me bloody scalp prickle, and did so again now as I thought how close I had been to being blindsided
My chum meanwhile had come out of the loo and was by my side.
“Whats up luv?” she asked seeing the look on my face.
“Nothing really.” I said, “just thinking how disappointing it twas not getting a dance in.”
“Should have cut in!” she scolded squeezing me arm, “I was actually getting bored anyhows!” she very prettily lied to me, in an effort to ease my thoughts.
I smiled and raised my glass, she did the same and we clinked them , cheering to the rest of a wonderful weekend ahead.
We drank for a couple of hours, chattering amiably amongst ourselves.
But Her wiles had failed her at the Ranting Raven, no one ever made the attempt of approaching her from the gathering of patrons, and she did not want to walk alone back to the hotel where we both were staying.. so when I said I was finished, she left the pub with me.
Then, arm in arm, We decided to take a long stroll along the waterfront.
And so I did after all, manage to get me a dance in!
It was on a pier overlooking the river that was just downhill from where we were staying…. We danced in the pool of light caste onto the wooden dock by an ancient overhead lamp.
And no! , cause I know where your minds are at my fine inquisitive friends, , there was no purloining of my dance partners necklace, though it was a pretty thing at that! But it was too raw,the timing, if you know what I mean!
But I did have an idea for a new trick for the next time I danced with a young lady sporting a similar glittery necklace!
And there is that upcoming posh Charity Ball my colleague is always doing puppy whines about never being invited to…
Fini, and Cheers to everyone
Ps
This story is based on an actual event. It was at a wedding I had attended to several fortnights ago. The situation was very similar, and I found meself deserted by cohorts and in a position preventing me from leaving. I had witnessed the antics of the lad hugging about and certain comments made by a pratty bridesmaid led me to come up with the phrase hugger mugger. In my isolation I then started to come up with the story above.
Pss
The movie I mentioned in part one is of course the French one about Arsene Lupin..
though there is also the one that stars Russian actress Svetlana Khodchenkova as a female pickpocket lifting jewels at a posh events. but I do not for the life of me remember the name, for it has escaped me.
idk if i've uploaded this here before
feel free to not read this i just need to rant
even though i hate ranting on my posts i do i all the time and i'm gonna keep doing it.
i just bought a new doll and spent so much money when i should be saving. i spend so much money on hunks of plastic and get attached to them and have trouble selling them. it drives me crazy. i never have money cause i blow hundreds of dollars on plastic. very pretty hunks of plastic. and they do make me happy but i also always think "i should just sell all these things and get some money back" but would i ever do that? no. i couldn't sell most of these dolls. even if i did i probably wouldn't get that much for most of them. ugggggggggggh i gave myself a headache