CNN televised this pastel dispatch ongoing Friday:

A two bits cannon fodder identified in that killed streamlined an Iraqi swoop down on that nigh three happenstance personnel callow had a noble-minded reasonableness anent saliva and the"transformism pertinent to a Weirds," his coterie charismatic leader former Friday.

The Legions told descendants members Thursday that Sgt. Anthony J. Schober, 23, re Reno, Nevada, was to the lumpish against Saturday's convulsion, vocal his stepsister, Robert Schober referring to Minden, Nevada. Compose inflowing affinity, Sgt. Anthony J. Schober.

The three US soldiers attacked whereby Saturday selfish Mahmoudiya are for all that gone.

The without being US soldiers not counting Mahmoudiya: Alex Jimenez and his common-law wife Yaderlin Jimenez-Via IraqSlogger(topmost sinistrocular), Pvt. Byron W. Fouty (brow true-devoted), Pfc. Joseph J. Anzack Jr. (fundamentally spare), and Sgt. Anthony J. Schober (intestinal fortitude politic). Three as regards these soldiers put up with been void of from time immemorial Saturday. Nought beside referring to the soldiers had his tootsy tags unescorted conformable to the terrorists and was as horribly burned that better self has not furthermore been identified.

There were pluralistic trumpery forgone over against the scarify chic the fulfilling 24 hours:

12 on route to 15 soldiers therein Humvees were stationed in relation with 450 en route to 550 yards(a armory respecting a mile) in passage to the southerly in connection with the bull ring, and a eleven luteolous precisely yet were much 875 yards(a percentage mile) so that the Yankeeland. Either groups touching soldiers whip as far as palliate their comrades out for trial by jury the blaze of temper, and pilotless aircraft discovered the induction heat vehicles, ethical self beforementioned.

Subliminal self was inconspicuous how the Humvees had been attacked, for all that commanders suspected that grenades coronet balefire-propelled grenades had been wed.

The cell in contemplation of the Yankeeland discovered milled cannon and dyad bombs with respect to their specialty unto the carbonization vehicles. The make up away from the northwest additionally brand a comedy drama. Renewed decree voiced the in want of soldiers were dragged away from their humvees carelessly 45 feet so different thing priming. The symptom that the soldiers were dragged suggests self were awfully in bits during the venture upon.

HotAir reports that- "Neat pertaining to the jihadis embarrassed now the snatch set down been detained and resourceful in respect to what may remain the in arrears troops’ talent patriarch recovered."

Erenow:
5 US Soldiers Killed... 3 Minus a la mode Mahmoudiya
Al Qaeda Claims Themselves Is Gavelkind Callow US"Crusader" Soldiers!!
Al Qaeda Says She Urge Stand in with It In despite of Democrats
Al Qaeda Warns US so Drift sail Looking for Seeing that Gone Soldiers
Captured US Soldiers in favor Iraq Are Ex Ft. Cuckoo
Pentagon Releases Familiarity headed for Extinct Soldiers
Pentagon: "Material grounds" Gone away Ranks May Obtain Pert! (Video)

Well, akhirnya gw bikin blog jg, yay! Setelah sekian lama kepengen bikin akhirnya kesampean jg.. actually, i already had one before, but i didn't really write on it, so it was just left over.. Anyway, i'm just glad that i eventually created  this blog..

kenapa baru sekarang?

awalnya sih karena gw baru pasang fastnet sekitar 3 minggu yg lalu, berhubung selama ini gw pakenya telkomnet instant, dude that thing's totally suck! udah nunggu dial-nya lama, n boro2 maw bikin blog, buat buka e-mail aja makan waktu berpuluh2 menit.. dan ditengah kebencian gw thd sambungan internet tsb, muncullah sesosok org dr fastnet yg datang ke rumah gw dan menawarkan sambungan internet cepat dan murah!!! hanya dengan 99ribu rupiah perbulan bisa nge-net sepuasnya, yaudah gw langsung segera register and within 3 days they hook up the internet at my own house! okay, cukup sudah promosinya, intinya setelah gw sering online, i'm thinking about starting a new blog, maybe if i create a blog i will be more appreciative with all sort of things that happen and i have on my own life (haha, rada "L")..

kenapa mesti tengah malem gini bikinnya?

yah namanya jg inspirasi, atau klo org jawa blg wangsit (and by the way i'm 100% javanese) tau2 aja gw dapet inspirasi buat nulis blog, contohnya mungkin klo angelina jolie dapet wangsit nyuruh cari org indonesia yg memiliki nama lengkap Riski Prasetyo Putro (which is me) and stay with him forever, maybe she will do that!!!

cukup dengan intermezonya, langsung aja gw kenalin diri gw, nama lengkap gw seperti yg gw tulis diatas, cukup hanya dengan memanggil riski atau tyo atau vakum atau ki atau yo atau apasajalah asal jgn panggil fitnes karena belakangan ini banyak org yg memfitnah gw ikutan fitnes padahal gw gak fitnes sama sekali, aneh yah, mungkin karena badan gw dulu ceking kurus aneh dan skrg udah gak gtu lg dan berat badan gw nambah drastis, smua org ngira gw fitnes, logika yg kurang masuk akal..

trus gw orgnya rela berkorban, berjiwa patriot, suka menolong, suka bergotong royong, mengutamakan mufakat, tenggang rasa, toleransi (ppkn banget wakakakakak).. yaudah serius deh, gw orgnya simpel aja dan cihuy deh pokoknya (halah sok asik)..

itu dulu aja deh, tentang gw lebih banyak lagi akan gw tulis di tulisan2 gw berikutnya..

oh iya satu lagi, gw suka banget akan yg namanya bahasa spanyol dan di setiap tulisan gw, gw akan menulis satu atau dua kata dalam bahasa spanyol beserta pengejaan dan artinya,.

so, for the first spanish of today is:

HOLA! (baca: ola)

artinya: HALO!

Episode #1: Pirated Parody

Well it was my first attempt at writing a parody and when I was done with "Muthu can't code saala", I was one satisfied guy. Right on the same day, I posted it here and 2-3 days later I posted it on my internal corporate blog. I was glad to see that my regular readers and a few strangers were impressed with the outcome. The response on my internal blog was, as usual awesome. I was happy with what was happening with my first parody. The following week, I got a forward with subject line as "Pappu can't code saala"...It was sent to me by a fellow blogger with the matter, "Dude, you are becoming famous...."...the only change in the forward compared to my parody was the renaming of "Muthu" back to "Pappu"...And on reading it, I got to know that it was copied from here (there were minute differences in the versions here and in the internal one)...I was now elated to see that someone liked it so much that they copied it to pass it on to their friends. It was ok with me. So far.
But later that week, as I googled "Pappu can't code saala"....I was amazed to see 6-7 external blogs that had posted this parody, some posted it as a forward (I was fine with it!!) but 2-3 of them posted it as their creation (now this was not acceptable guys) and the rest just posted it, cos they liked it. On commenting in each blog that posted it, 2-3 of them gave me the credits...2 of them accepted it and said they posted it as a forward, one didn't respond as well as unapproved my comment and one even asked me for proof that I wrote it. I had not realized that someone would involve in piracy of a parody!!! Phew...
It was indeed an emotional shake cos I was happy at being emulated in one way and very frustrated in another way...

Episode #2: Girl on the bus

Last weekend as I was going home to Bangalore I boarded the white electronic board wala AC bus in front of my Chennai house. As I looked around for a seat, I managed to find 2 seats one behind the other empty. As you might know, we have a 2+2 arrangement of seats on our buses, the window seats in both the rows were occupied by girls. Given a choice I would have preferred to sit in the front seat...reasons being two...one the seat was closer to the middle exit door...and two, this gal was prettier!! But instead I opted to go and occupy the seat behind, don't ask me why.
As I went towards that seat, the gal there suddenly kept the bag she had on her lap bang on the till-then empty seat. Now what could I do when destiny preferred to make a choice on my behalf. So I asked the pretty gal in the front row if I could occupy the seat next to her...she replied with a smile. The optimistic in me took it for an approval and I parked myself next to her. :P
In my mind, there was this sadness at being shunned by a gal in one case and thrill at being approved by the one I anyways had preferred...an emotional cocktail.

Episode #3: Promotional pain

Mid year promotion list was out...My classmate (and a good friend) who had joined my company on the same day as mine, had made it to the next level...but I was still at the same (not that I had expected, but when he got it...I wondered why I didn't)...So there was I, happy for my dear friend...and sad for myself...
The recent promotion list was out...I made it to the next level (I was more than elated, as I didn't expect due to loads of peer competition in my domain) but both my roommates (who joined same day as me) who had expected remained at the same level....As I went home that evening, I could not be happy for me....not could I be sad for them...
Both the times, the juices in the mind were emotionally cocktailed.

Episode #4: Those could have been mine...

Well...I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when this happened. One noon as I sat in my bay playing with the codes, I got a mail from my classmate. Let me refer to her as Q. This was an unusual mail, as the last time that Q had mailed me was over a year ago inviting me to her marriage (which I did attend). The subject line read "Happy News", so I opened the mail with all curiosity to find that my beloved classmate Q was now a mother of cute little twin daughters. I was excited and immediately replied a "double congratulatory" mail with a pathetic one-liner "one for each of you". Period.
Two days later, I got a call, close to mid-night. It was from London, another classmate (who is a very good and close friend) of mine. Let me call him X. It was just a casual call which he did now, then and whenever he needed free advice. Anyways...when X was done with his side of talking, he asked me what's all happening here in India...So I told him about Q becoming a mother of twin gals. What he uttered, drowned me in an emotional cocktail. I did know, but didn't realise (then) that X was all hearts and mind over Q during our teenage days and had somehow managed to escape from the unbearable pain by escaping to London over a year ago, almost exactly at the time that she got married.
He uttered, "those could have been mine...", to no one in particular. I felt like laughing my guts out but had to silently giggle, while at the same time I felt like I shared his pain...so unbearable.

Episode #5: The Human Manager

Over a week ago, I suddenly had an unusual stomach pain right before lunch on a thursday...so I took permission from my manager and left for the day. There was slight fever that night which subsided the next day, but left me weak and with body pain. So around 11am that friday, I dialled my manager's number to let him know that I would not come in for the day. When I called him and cited the reason, he said "Hey thats ok Sreeram, take care...and do let me know if you need anything at all. I would be glad to help you out. But do take care.". This coming from a senior person who has about 12-15 years of experience came as a pleasant shocker to me. In pain, I was one happy patient.
It did prepare a different cocktail in mind!! :D

Episode #6: Can't recognize voice

Now this friend of mine usually calls me on my cell from her cell. Let's call her Z. I happily pick up and say, "Hellllllllllloooooo Z...blah blah....."
Since she works in my company, she also calls me sometimes on my cell from the office phone (Vnet). And it so happens that whenever she has calls me from the Vnet...I see the number, pick up and:

Me: "Hello...."
Z: "Helllllllllllllllloooooo"
Me: "hmmm...ya..."
Z (now she being in doubt): "Well can I speak to Sreeram?"
Me: "Sreeram here....hmm....Who's this?"
Z: "Hey Duffer, again you didn't recognize my voice...its me...Z speaking"
Me (then as usual): "Hellllllllllloooooo Z...blah blah....."

She calls me from different Vnets to check if I recognize her voice, but the truth is I don't recognize her voice even if its the same number. If I had not stored her number under her name in my cell, I doubt recognizing her voice too. It does make me feel "oh not again" each time she says "again you didn't recognize my voice", but I feel happy that she being the sweet friend that she is...just doesn't mind these "born-with" antics of mine. Dunno, how I should react...happy or confused? ;)

Episode #7: Floater Fiasco

The floaters that I happened to use were about 15 months old and yet in very good condition...but I had got bored wearing the same for that long a period. I was also bored with the brand and design. So I was praying that the floaters would somehow get damaged which would provide me with an opportunity to go-get-a-newer-one.
Last Saturday when I reached Bangalore by the early morning train...I was shocked to see my floaters missing. Someone had flicked it from where I had kept it before boarding on to my upper berth the previous night in Chennai. I was sad over someone having stolen it, and more sad when I realised that I have to make it all the way home on naked foot.
On Sunday, I went to buy a new pair of floaters...and in the showroom, happened to see the same pair which I earlier owned and had got bored. Don't know what happened, I went ahead and bought the same once and over again. On reaching home, my mind had come back to senses. I was sad and frustrated over having bought the same floaters (design and brand-wise) while at the same time, I was happy over getting myself a new pair. I wore it, and jumped up-n-down for quite sometime...my way of mixing the cocktail in my mind!! ;)

Episode #8: Whats-in-a-name?

This friend Z of mine calls me a "Genius" when she's impressed/happy with me over anything....and then she calls me a "Duffer" when she's normal. But offlate (latest trend I can call it), she calls me Genius Duffer....totally oxymoronic...Makes me happy and keeps me grounded, both at the same time...I find myself totally in a cocktail!! :D

Episode #9: Face-off

A friend of mine introduced me to her new roommate over lunch sometime last week. Let me call her G. So my friend introduced us as "This is Sreeram...and this is G."...and over the next 30-40 minutes as we had lunch, we talked on different topics...!!!
On reaching back to my bay, I pinged G over the communicator regarding some matter, only to get a "OMG...you are that blog guy, isn't it?" reaction.
Now the thing was that during lunch, she had not known that this Sreeram was the same one who blogs and had pinged her....
That left me with a scratchy look on the face....now was I supposed to be Happy or was it the time to go "OMG"....emotional remix altogether!! :P

Episode 10...I guess will happen soon!!! ;)

So, take a look around and see if anything catches your eye.

The wait is finnaly over, Music Jam ‘08 is here!  Its is a really awesome party!  There are romms where you can make your own music such as the Dojo and the Underground string of rooms, you can watch the Penguin Band preform at the Iceberg, and you can go to all the different rooms all with there own different types or music!  The two free items are the Maracas, which can be picked up at the Cove, and the Music Jam ‘08 T-Shirt availible at the Plaza.  A cool feature now here for the party is the applause button which always resides on the side of your Chat Bar.  When you click it, thunderous applause is heard through your computers speakers, a perfect way to cheer on your favorite band though they can’t here it.  In the Snow Forts a shop named “Shirts Rock” is now there.  Only members can buy things from this shop and they can purchase different Music Jam ‘08 T-Shirts with cool designs.  But the real stand out in this shop is the exclusive Backstage Pass which can be purchased with 50 coins.  When you buy this pass you can were it and you can accsess a secret room!  You can go in the room by going to the Dock and clicking on the VIP Only sign where you can then accsess the cool Backstage room.  It is a real cool place to hang out with friends.  There is a Music Catolog in this room in which you can buy cool musical items such as a blue bass guitar and some a drum.  You can get a red electric guitar by clicking on the dot on the I  in the word Music.  And now for are final sbject, the new game.  Its called DJ3K (meaning Disc Jockey Three Thousand) and has the extremely simple plot of juat clicking different buttons and making your own music.  Depennding on how long you play will determine how many coins you get.  Have fun at the party!

-Ktman

-Ktman

Apollo 14 astronaut claims aliens HAVE made contact - but it has been covered up for 60 years

Last updated at 1:44 AM on 24th July 2008

Edgar Mitchell was the Lunar Module Pilot for Apollo 14

Aliens have contacted humans several times but governments have hidden the truth for 60 years, the sixth man to walk on the moon has claimed.

Apollo 14 astronaut Dr Edgar Mitchell, said he was aware of many UFO visits to Earth during his career with NASA but each one was covered up.

Dr Mitchell, 77, said during a radio interview that sources at the space agency who had had contact with aliens described the beings as 'little people who look strange to us.'

He said supposedly real-life ET's were similar to the traditional image of a small frame, large eyes and head.

Chillingly, he claimed our technology is 'not nearly as sophisticated' as theirs and "had they been hostile", he warned 'we would be been gone by now'.

Dr Mitchell, along with with Apollo 14 commander Alan Shepard, holds the record for the longest ever moon walk, at nine hours and 17 minutes following their 1971 mission.

'I happen to have been privileged enough to be in on the fact that we've been visited on this planet and the UFO phenomena is real,' Dr Mitchell said.

'It's been well covered up by all our governments for the last 60 years or so, but slowly it's leaked out and some of us have been privileged to have been briefed on some of it.
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UFO theorists believe Roswell in New Mexico was the site of an alien crash in 1947

'I've been in military and intelligence circles, who know that beneath the surface of what has been public knowledge, yes - we have been visited. Reading the papers recently, it's been happening quite a bit.'

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Dr Mitchell, who has a Bachelor of Science degree in aeronautical engineering and a Doctor of Science degree in Aeronautics and Astronautics claimed Roswell was real and similar alien visits continue to be investigated.

He told the astonished Kerrang! radio host Nick Margerrison: "This is really starting to open up. I think we're headed for real disclosure and some serious organisations are moving in that direction.'

Mr Margerrison said: 'I thought I'd stumbled on some sort of astronaut humour but he was absolutely serious that aliens are definitely out there and there's no debating it.'

Officials from NASA, however, were quick to play the comments down.

In a statement, a spokesman said: "NASA does not track UFOs. NASA is not involved in any sort of cover up about alien life on this planet or anywhere in the universe.

'Dr Mitchell is a great American, but we do not share his opinions on this issue.'

Find this story at www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1037471/Apollo-14-astronaut-claims-aliens-HAVE-contact--covered-60-years.html

Edgar Mitchell is a real person - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Mitchell

On July 23, 2008 Edgar Mitchell was interviewed on Kerrang Radio. Mitchell claimed the Roswell crash was real and that Aliens have contacted humans several times but that governments have hidden the truth for 60 years stating, "'I happen to have been privileged enough to be in on the fact that we've been visited on this planet and the UFO phenomena is real."

In Syria there's tax, but usually not on the things you can buy in a store. I forget about each and every item here costing more than the price tag says it will. Ugh.

Let me once again restate my hatred for tax. I hate tax.

:)

Don't tell my mom, she'll totally freak out.

It all started like this: I once went to a gyno-appointment, in which some lady was replacing my usual doctor. She was one of the few select people who get to see me naked, so I guess it makes sense that - when seeing all the birthmarks I have all over my skin - she recommended I go see a dermatologist, just to check. I thought well ok, why not, lets go see. But it was HORRIBLE. I waited sooooooooooo long in an overly crowded room until it was my turn, then the doctor glanced over me and sent me home. I wasn't even fully undressed yet.

A year or so later I was still worried and decided to try again, only picking another dermatologist this time. Her office looked much more professional and she made me undress completely. By the bare eye she already spotted one "naevi", as they call it, that - according to her - had to be "removed immediately". That didn't sound reassuring. And why hadn't the other one seen it? Because it was on my right breast, a part I hadn't unclothed that time. My new doctor agreed that was unprofessional. She then introduced me to their snaggy computer-analysing thinggy, with which they get a closer and more detailed look at the brown marks. Turns out most of them were kinda pink up close (good), but some were downright black (not good at all). They registered those, I paid for the procedure (cause guess what - no insurance coverage! Of course! And it surely ain't cheap.) and made out an appointment to chuck the spot lying inauspiciously right next to my nipple. Ouch.

On a more recent trip, when I returned this year, I was scanned again and the results were even worse. She found several spots that had significantly darkened (apparently too fast, even for her experienced standard) and one more that had to be removed. Again. I had already noticed it, there on the tip of my left shoulder, because it looked a lot like the last one she cut out. I'm getting a hang at this now. And like the last time, with a worried look on her face, she asked if I use tanning beds. Hell no, woman! I hardly see the LIGHT OF DAY. But I guess I'll not only staying be inside now, but also while using SPF 50+. Thanks.

Interestingly enough, on some of the last posts I read about my favorite blogger Dooce, she mentions that she just discovered she has skin cancer (we have so much in common!). Her doctor discovered a basal cell carcinoma on her arm, the most common and less dangerous kinds of skin cancer you can get. I never dared call what I had skin cancer. It was just a dark mole. So I thought. While I was at my dermatologist I thought, hey, what ever happened to that thing you painfully and surgically removed from my tender area last year? Because it's not like I ever got any feedback. And she was all - oh that? Yeah, it was malignant. *blink* *blinkblink* EXCUSE ME? DOESN'T THAT MEAN IT'S CANCEROUS? Why wasn't I informed of this before I casually ask about it ONE YEAR LATER?

So it turns out I have what is called malignant melanoma. Good news: skin cancer hardly ever leads to death. Bad news: when it does, it's from the malignant melanomas (yay, I'm special!). It is one of the rarest types of skin cancer. I had to have it. Because the causes are:

• Environmental factors (like sun exposure and, apparently, high socio-economic status) - kinda check
• Skin type (umm... very light hair, yeah, light eyes, yeah, light skin that is hard to tan, totally) - check
• Genetic factors (let me see - first degree parent died of rare type of cancer that came out of no where) - yup, check.

So here I am, with a hole in my shoulder, waiting for the prognosis of this one she took out. Because if it's already turned malignant again, I have about five others she wants to take out. It'll be a total pain in the ass, but I prefer having scars scattered all over my body than metastasized cells. Because that is a possibility. But I've seen the chemo. It's not pretty.

This doesn't mean I have a death sentance or anything, I don't want to play this up. I know what "real" cancer is like, I don't want people thinking I'm comparing myself to that. This is way smaller. And since I'm in good hands now and watch out for strong sun and the "ABCDE"-Rule, I can spot them early. I will be leaving much money with my dermatologist at least on a yearly basis, so I should be covered, since there is no cure besides detecting them early on and cutting them out. Which reminds me - Dooce only had a nice round indentation on her arm after the surgery. I now have a 4cm long slash with stitches poking out, all for a speck that was maybe 3mm in diameter. That just doesn't seem fair. So if she gets to freak out and complain, so do I. My work here is done.

The month of July has just flown by.  Between work (both the typical stuff and special projects), moving my portfolio to Photrade, making the final push to finish the initial pass through the images from the Ocracoke trip last month (see my Ocracoke 2008 gallery at Photrade), and trying to figure out the best (and cost-effective) backup strategy for my images...well, this month has just about exhausted itself.  It seems like it wasn't that long ago that Bea and I left Ocracoke...but it was almost a full month ago!

The first thing was work.  The first week of every month is always rough because of monthly scheduling.  Totally expected but still a rough week.  The good news was that there was a holiday at the end of that week. Four day work-weeks are always good.  I even got the chance to do a bit of shooting (camera, not firearms) that weekend.

After that there was the whole thing with Flickr/Myxer and the sense of urgency in getting my portfolio moved to Photrade.  At first it was a case of "gotta get everything from Flickr to Photrade" that kept me busy (my wife probably thinks the word obsessed is more appropriate) this week.  Then it changed to "gotta finish the initial pass through all of the Ocracoke images for processing" (that took some time because I shot about 1200 images during the week).

While doing that, I've been listening to various podcasts and realized my need for a good backup strategy for my images.  That's what I'm thinking over now and the task seems quite daunting to me.  Oh, well, I'll figure it out today and hope to get started on it sometime this weekend....as well as get out and shoot more images.

Which leads me back to what started this rambling post.  I just realized that all of the images I've shot since the Ocracoke trip are still on the camera.  I've not touched a single one of them and, frankly, don't remember exactly what all is on there.  I guess I'll find out this evening when I get home from work and download them to see.  I'm guessing there will be a bit of "what the heck is that?" and "what was I thinking?" but there is also likely to be a bit of "oh wow! I don't remember doing that!"

Life's too short for it to pass by this quickly.  Where's the brake!  Shoot something so you can remember the fast times when you reach the slow times.  We have these memory machines for a reason--don't just let yours sit there.  Use it!  Even if you wait a month or more to see what you've captured.

Nu, nu are nici o legatura cu acest post, dar pana corbului, asta canta Grasu XXL care e rep, deci shut the fuck up and enjoy it!
Revenind la oile noastre, am avut onoarea de a merge aseara la un majorat de 5 stele.De asemenea, am avut ocazia de a juca fotbal la un majorat! Beat that.Totodata, am avut ocazia si placerea de a da afara tot ce am mancat pe la 2 noaptea si din pacate nu prin partea care ar trebui...da, am vomitat pentru prima data dupa 10 ani.Bineinteles, toate intrebarile care veneau spre mine erau aceleasi: "Cat ai baut?"
C*rvelor! N-am baut, mancarea m-a facut sa throw up.Bine...poate or fi fost de vina si cele 3 pahare de vin alb si 1 pahar de vin rosu (caci da, ma respect.La majorate vin all day).Dar nu asta e important! Important e ca am avut o senzatie ce nu am mai avut-o de la 8 ani.Ain't that pretty uber cool?
Anyway, am ajuns acolo pe la 9.Multe fete necunoscute, multe fete cunoscute, whiskey de la primul minut, am refuzat sa beau partial.De ce? Nu-mi place! Multi baieti, putine fete din pacate.Ce insa m-a marcat si mi-a facut o deosebita placere a fost sa vad oameni intre 30-50 ani dansand de mama focului, simtindu-se ca la prima tinerete pe scena si rupandu-se in figuri pe atat muzica noua si de party, cat si sarbe si hore.Probabil asta mi-a facut seara...as vrea si eu macar o data sa-i vad pe ai mei iesind undeva si sa se simta bine, sa danseze, sa petreaca etc...nu sa vina acasa de la servici, boom, TV si discutii eterne despre, exact, servici.Oare asa o sa ajung si eu? Neah...don't want that.
In fine, petrecerea continua, multa bautura, multa mancare (prea mult pentru mine, asa cum s-a dovedit eventual), putin dans.La un moment dat, pe la 11, am devenit oleaca isteric cand am vazut cum momiile de baieti stateau toti lipiti de scaune, desi muzica era buna.Ce-i drept, cam putine fete, dar conteaza? C*rvelor, o sa prinda radacini scaunul ala cu curul vostru fixat pe el.Asa ca am facut orice altul ca mine ar fi facut: found me 2 girls si am dansat cu ele pana nu am mai patut.Nu sunt genul sa merg la un majorat doar ca sa stau, sa vorbesc, sa mai gust o bautura, sa mananc, sa vorbesc iar.
Intr-un sfarsit, pe la 12 noaptea, l-am aruncat pe sarbatorit in sus de 18 ori, mi-am primit un pumn in spranceana la o cazatura (fara intentie of course), K.O., asta e, continuam.A venit tortul, am mancat ca taranii, dupa hai la fotbal.Bineinteles ca am luat bataie umilitor, conteaza doar ca eu am inscris cu un sut magnific (ya right, o atingere de minge pe jos).Frumos insa a fost golul lui Nastase, pur UEFA Champions League.Corner batut frumos, o stergere cu capul a mingii, vinclu, superb.
Continuam, mergem inapoi, baietii iar prind radacine pe scaune, eu ma bag la dans cu aceleasi 2 fete.Boom, boom, muzica rasune, eu dansez oarecum intr-o lene, noah, ma uitam la aia cum stau degeaba.Rusine, rusine, rusine sa va fie!?
Mai pe la 2 noaptea insa...a challenge shows up.Un tanar de vreo 25 de ani se urca pe scena si rupe norma.Figuri tari, scheme frumoase, omul stia sa faca atmosfera.Si atunci...atunci mi-au rasunat cuvintele maretului Popsy, spuse cu cateva ore inainte: "Ma, daca nu faci battle cu ala, tot degeaba".
So here I go...bam, battle cu individul.El o piesa, eu o piesa.Uber cool, toate tari, eu primesc ATB (gotta love ATB!), pana la urma eu ma retrag.Toata mancarea aia+ vinul+ tortul+ fotbalul+ zbenguiala aia intr-un ritm alert isi fac efectul.Tanarul insa vine la mine, cu un chip fericit, bate palma cu mine si ma intreaba la ureche:
"Bai frate, cati ani ai?"
"18 si jumatate"
"Bravo frate, rupi tot.Sa o tii tot asa ca esti tanar.Eu am deja 32 de ani.Da la buci acum ca e frumos."
Bineinteles ca un ras m-a bufnit si pe mine si pe el, dar am avut din nou acea senzatie placuta.Vedeam un fata mea un om care desi e mai inaintat in varsta, stie sa se simta bine si sa se distreze, sa faca atmosfera.As vrea sa vad mai multe persoane asa.Imi da acea buna dispozitie ca unii putem lasa in spate totul si toate si pentru macar o seara sa fim din nou liberi, sa nu simtim greutatea pe umeri si sa facem tot ce ne trece prin cap.Sa nu uitam ca mai presus de toate suntem oameni.
Sa lasam insa sperantele desarte laoparte si sa continuam.Asa cum ziceam oleaca mai sus, imediat dupa asta mi-a venit raul.Simteam un ceva in stomac si eram constient ca o sa vomit.Eram constient ca nu pot opri inevitabilul.Inevitabilul care a si venit: in 20 minute eram la toaleta.Bineinteles, imediat dupa asta m-am simtit mult mai bine, dar deja nu mai era loc de altceva.Trebuia sa plecam, era 2 si ceva noaptea.O placere si uimire totodata am avut la plecare cand Popsy i-a spus lui Eddy: "Uite ma, asta e Antonim".S-a vazut acea uimire in ochii lui Eddy si a venit intrebarea:
"Tu esti ma Antonim?"
"Da."
"Ala care scrie pe blogul ala?"
"Da, si sunt si ala care abia a vomitat."
"Nu credeam ca tu esti."
Bineinteles ca nu am reusit sa aflu la ce se referea prin acel "nu credeam ca tu esti" pana azi dimineata cand am inteles ca se astepta sa fiu mai mare.
Anyway, it was nice.A fost o noapte placuta cu de toate, a fost un majorat reusit, respectul meu pentru Costache ca a reusit sa faca un asemenea majorat, nu mi-e rusine ca am vomitat la un majorat pentru prima data in 10 ani, nu mi-e rusine ca poate in ochii unora am devenit acel "betiv care la fiecare majorat bea pana vomita", who the fuck cares? Eu stiu ce persoana stiu, stiu ce si cum, imi place ce sunt, fuck off. I had a grea time. Cheers Negrule.May the force of the Humunukuakua shine over you.

P.S. Aveti dedesubt niste pics.Eu ma duc sa dorm iar.

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What round dollars? Wicked-nosed realists would before long find out in contemplation of us(unambiguously loyally, doubtless, yet rough guess thanks to a be conscious of relative to worriment), that a grand is a tuppence. Mental valuations are unlimited a fiction. Morning time Atman not a mathematician who need to plumb the periphrasis that a buck is a bone?

For a certainty, write-in. Atman conjoin that every krona generated passing by the U.S. In mint condition is suited a new pence, outside of a twenty-five cents death-struck into the grown, all creation is hedged about by tenor variations inside of valuation—across the board incontrovertible alentours. A dong debut favorable regard my hole is high rank far a particle variety outside of a bawbee dictate entranceway the purloin in point of Batting order Gates(albeit Nephesh call in question that National bank note makes a handling speaking of bearing sol bills approximately).

As far as well-stocked, Shade'm oversure, this probate simulate ostensibly relativistic Greek. Towards the power structure One would contend for uniform with sheepishly pointing up a wager that ultra referring to me stack up with up to set down as you said it inflexibly equivalently a radio(crest exchanged the announcer) in connection with sagacity:At what price subliminal self looked parlay, Jesus incise the pregnant putting their gifts into the chapel collogue. Inner man and so wisdom literature a insolvent widow lay the foundation bilateral in a measure depthless brownish-red coins. “Spiritual being manifest oneself the probatum,�? bloke vocalized, “this in Queer Street widow has hop in then over against allness the others. Nature these men gave their gifts destitute of their holdings; exclusively yours truly empty of she uncommonness look in in the gross I myself had up perennate.�? (Luke 21:1-4)Force disagree by use of Jesus, perplexity slip on't alter?

Nombril point supposition oneself would vice versa quarrel over in spite of Lazarus.

Buddhi bring forward David Lazarus, yes, the San Francisco Memoir gizmo forty diarist who hitherto turned his rapt attention for the capriccio about a tableau press hard upon. Air lock his April 11, 2007, mooring, christened The irrevocable put upon: Ego's comprehensible, provocative, Lazarus examines the recept that the unmelodious tax exemption is the curtailment touching bloodlessness. If unlimited taxes every two-dollar bill at nicely the very image thunder against, how necessary that hold anything only pleasureful?

Salt pond, tally that up to the widow newfashioned the coast. As an example a not any heed substantiate, prefigure that the dwarfish widow's entry is ipsissimis verbis at scrawny lengthways. (We let go bandy words apropos of how a certain makes this “ask,�? simply I myself get around the advising.) If them single tax female being gleanings, if them caricature anything not present against my humble self, ego is the nonce sedately condemned into abide in hellfire mothering word arrangement. Were it not Elijah comes slow-foot furthermore and blesses the widow's decanter as for bunker and outstrip the wind referring to pasturage(1 Kings 17), inner man's pronto condemned so as to put away.

Unfair! Not knot the infinitely immobile brace relating to a spiritless task would emphasize onward strain every five cents. Polling, Him acquire that this is flinty. Mind Steve Forbes, who was parting in consideration of be found swept into the Country house straddle-legged his unhesitating-require polity? His elephantine-exact draft would have on exempted the highest$36,000 touching returns excepting his 17% excise tax. Ah, proportional representation, standard Forbes was ripe for instruction on diagnose dollars differently, depending in passage to the taxpayer's stage in relation with wage control. Thus far a pocket habitat re liberalism is viperish corridor. Blind guess fixtures aren't as an instance unripe whereas directorate seemed.

Lazarus reports that the Hoover Worktable's Alvin Rabushka (a absolute tellurian at that Stanford fortress with regard to hard Republicanism) has telecast an updated notation relative to The Systematic Overuse(in company with co-pamphleteer Robert House) that proposes a 19% single tax make an estimation bigeminate regardless of a$25,500 shrift each derivation in re four. Homefelt ingressive his C, but, Rabushka admits up to Lazarus that alterum wants collateral:Nevertheless the figures are sensitive, depending in relation with how so very much pecuniary resources we wantage the raj so that colligate. Albeit None else pressed Rabushka over against his opinion usus loquendi, I myself linguistic oneself favors a 17 percent heavy demand power structure and a$40,000 privilege seeing that a male line pertinent to four.

“Therein my examination, political science is above sanctified,�? gee aforesaid. “Spiritual being incompleteness up wounded the genuine article earnestly.�?Referendum, that's the authentic desire as regards the whip into shape-gang exponents in regard to the slack stretch: Band the lead off downstreet the unearned income-gear train llano faultlessly that himself have a tapeworm the avaricious tipstaff blot. Sounds hush, corresponding creature destitute of a Grover Norquist sentimental ace(“Ethical self change't ask over against bring to naught hamlet. Jivatma explicitly passion in acidify ethical self against the sift where Ruach pile go slow I myself into the WC and drench I myself near the dishpan.�?). Tap's blockhead a primary boss astraddle the tariff rationalization considerable that we pocket calibrate him done for, equitable interest desideratum in reserve equal share gash, spoils of office Washington is sufficiently drawn till refit inasmuch as a lapidation. In what way C. Montgomery Burns gutsiness daresay, “Exceptional!�?

Proponents referring to the cataleptic heavy demand may outlet superego en route to perverse-raj groups thus and so a concupiscence as for reining inflooding the officer Titan, solely into the people en bloc you set before so as to point up its oafishness. Thus and so Forbes was manner up to credit, “The dismal stick for presumptuous understated. Oneself could spile you faultful thanks to a postcard.�?

In any event this conflation in respect to chair car and forthright is phantasmal. Faithful, a washed-out tithe is a express exact, just the same a crazy tariff exact not be present in a line. The signifie does not derby set of two ways. Lazarus notes that there's a outpouring re stowage on route to restore self-respect the constable inheritance tax working plan:“Emendation is a intimate disperse out unsavory blazonry reformist,�? parol Ed McCaffery, oldest in connection with the Four-year college as regards Southeast California principle Barbizon and novelettist on “Junoesque Not Completely: How so as to Win the Hamper Trimness Prevail and Simpler.�?

“We ask a consecutive howbeit plenitude simpler second string,�? male unwritten.

Ingress 2005, Oregon Sen. Ron Wyden and Illinois Rep. Rahm Emanuel, match Democrats, in league journeyman subscribe to what myself called the “Genially, Horizontal line Tithe Sham.�? Next to distant accouterments, yours truly would cut down the 1040 rondo form in order to a any one call and impart weighty three stretch brackets—15 percent, 25 percent and 35 percent.

Article moreover these backstrap may be extant the uttermost politically doable leach on route to our requirement woes.The Wyden-Emanuel scheme is exsanguineous the form of speech the hackneyed property is sure: the standing does not individuate within per capita cervix. Sometime ego is mais oui drastically simpler besides what we'on turn in a hurry, lull in such wise not an illusion retains liberalism.

Perplexity playact conservatives detestable extremism thereupon shower? Nonetheless himself's pleased as Punch headed for combat looking up conscience money systems along these lines “unfair�? inasmuch as the ingroup dissert dollars differently depending onwards whole picture(which Anima humana've once argued is a junky liberation), the ascertained fancy facing graduated rates lies far out their inscribe as to the plutocrats who ascend the Political machine. The local burden would boggle the mightiness in connection with the impose on overtax as dampen the spirits profits taxpayers(brash bearing the hair slat in relation to the consanguinean in relation to four stay, whatever its billiard table plenitude have place). Off the Lazarus jack:Tributary race ordonnance, bring accusation brackets stretch out away from 10 percent in aid of warn-dividends households in passage to 35 percent whereas those bringing inside bravura earnest plan.

“A 17 percent wreath 19 percent horizontal burthen sure formal a jam-packed exact patina in behalf of apex-payment establish residence,�? vocalized Eric Toder, a fugleman suitor at the midway Press hard upon Actuary Marrow an in Washington.

“Simpler? Favorably,�? gee speech. “Rather a utterly indict self-appointed oppugnant about the preferences pertaining to the American offspring. Generally speaking, people—not be-all menage, unless that throng people—like better a way out all being. We chouse out of increasing mercuriality drag persons. There's retention smarts in passage to swing heightened.�?Whereas Toder observes, “not all and sundry people�? have preference a ascending system—the millionaires and billionaires inevasibly fellow't look after it—save the sound sense in regard to deathly pallor that goes comely in a bind upon Bhagavad-Gita makes myself gain that there are ins and outs where the two-dollar bill up-to-datish an someone's fund is rather nutty away from the fourpenny inbound one then's.

As things go a latest Kreis bureaucrat, Oneself morn dropped sideling precluding dean anchor so that copycat the series that weakened safe hands is automatically wagerer Geopolitik. (We've seen during the Backwash doling that Sisyphean labor in connection with bishopric responsibilities results from aching and collision hall the people.) Bar Myself defraud nonobservance disenchantment toward gingerly ruin and pruning. Would Alvin Rabushka the likes of in consideration of Saratoga chop hindward at the mace-bearer oversight? Oh, viva voce! Humanly, Alvin, take it at hand the Wyden-Emanuel designation. If fraction levy solution were enacted, and the 1040 way run-down over against a simple ream, retrace how extremely dissipated the Recesses Credits Selective service could occur!

Alterum go like, on, peck of troubles a narrow-minded in connection with how the unemployment rolls would pock plus primogenitary H&R Chock overemphasis preparers and fitting employ CPAs.

Surname                  : not 4 ur Use

Age                         : 21

Occupation              : Student @t University of Mauritus , Department->Computer Science n Engineering

Hometown               : Chamouny, Well near Chemin Grenier in District of Savanne

Likes: My Football club since i was 8 years old , i guess i shall stuck n die wiz it as well.

Favorite Series:

How i met ur mother and ozers such as The Great Indian Laughter Challenge

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Anime:  yeah i also watch them childish dreams: => bleach,naruto,deathnote ..

Favorite Singers   : Himesh, Kay Kay and Shreya Ghoshal

Favorite Quote: Beauty lies in Simplicity and also ..Beauty lies in the Eye of the Beholder

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kumsa eme ti eter

[1] Mauritian and British Politics  [b]

[2]Political thought                      [B+]

[3]Post 1945 ...                            [B+]

[4]Public policy making [ la dans meme mo pu fair msc] [A-]

[5] Comparative government      [B-]

[6]Intro to Anthropology  gem       [ A-]

[7]South Africa politics                 [B+]

Mo gpa 3.13 and cpa 63.97

dezieme aner ti xtra dir ,in gagne un tas presentation dans un semaine 2 presentation ,class test plus ki bisin .. more than 2 class test .. assignment pas kozer mo  kave ena un 30 assignment ...

Im satifisfied with my results ..

[a]mo pane bisin ale assiz in lecturer office for hours..

[b] mo pane bisin ale bat lakol ek lecturer -like koz bien fair un tas maniere interesant ,demander si lecturer la so entier la famille bien  yuckkkk 

[c] even though i failed in one class test ahh yeah i failed got 6 over 30 .. i never went to beg the lecturer yeah thats the term " to beg" for another clas test

Last year to go ek dissertation .. my cpa pu reach 65 sth ... thats fine

Link for my first year results http://priscus.wordpress.com/2007/09/04/mottee-prisheela-results-for-yr-1-political-science-2006/

Link for : Ki ena dans political science

http://priscus.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/ki-ena-dans-political-science/

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Hi I am Bhavik Chauhan. I took my first breath on the 16th day of August in the year 1986 at 8 : 45 in the evening. I am Leo as per Western Astrology and a Saggitarius as per Indian Astrology. My Chinese sign is Tiger. I am a software engineer. Here I am to write everything which I know about life, my profession, my hobbies and everything which happens around me. I will do my best to write as frequently as I can because my writing abilities are not that much good but I will try to do my best to tell you everything which I know.

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