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Musical suggestions of the Day – Rui Veloso Julho 30, 2007

Filed under: Music,Musica,Rui Veloso — looking4good @ 7:05 pm
Rui Veloso was born in July 30, 1957 in Lisbon, Portugal
Porto Sentido

O Primeiro Beijo

Não há Estrelas no Céu

Nunca me Esqueci de Ti

 

Why men lie…

Filed under: Community — looking4good @ 2:16 pm

Guys no offense.Be realistic.This is part of life and reality.They say,truth hurts….I bet there are so many guys in this WUB perhaps could voice out to back up your statements, hehehhe…..
Men lie. Women lie as well, but it doesn’t seem like they do it nearly as often. And while it’s easy to dismiss dishonesty of any kind as wrong, sometimes there are extenuating circumstances that, while not necessarily excusing the deception, at least put it into some context. Remember, though, that there are at least as many reasons that men lie as there are men, and like those men, some reasons are good, and some are not so good. Common reasons for deception:


1. He didn’t want to hurt you
Lying to protect someone’s feelings is probably the closest thing to a “good lie” there is, with the exception of lying to protect national security. Men have been known to modify truths if those truths would hurt someone they care about, and in some cases, the victim of the lie can appreciate it as a kindness. Man will lie to spare her feelings if he can,in a way, he doesn’t even consider it dishonest… it’s a matter of doing something kind versus doing something right. That’s a difficult choice.

2. He didn’t want to hurt himself
Ah, the classic “the truth would have embarrassed me” argument. Falling into the “nice try” category of excuses, a lie that protects the liar’s feelings is a lot worse than one that protects yours. Men can’t think of a single reason to lie just to spare their own feelings. Most men have done it occasionally, but protecting ownself at the expense of someone else is wrong.

3. He said what he thought you wanted to hear
Men are not the most astute readers of feminine desires, and sometimes they will tell a fib because they believe that you’d rather hear an untruth than something potentially hurtful.By saying something a woman wants to hear, even if it’s untrue,have occasionally defused a fight.It’s not something they defend, instead something that seems right at the time.

4. Some things are best left unsaid
Occasionally, men will lie to protect a secret that is either not your business, would cause trouble if revealed, or both. The old “cover-up” comes in two types: a lie to conceal some wrongdoing, like cheating, and a lie to conceal something else, like the fact that he, too, used to be a woman.Even close couples occasionally have secrets.The fact is, not everything is everyone’s business. Some sleeping dogs should be left alone.

5. He’s an idiot
Sometimes there is no excuse. Sometimes men lie, for whatever reason, and there’s just no defense. Frustratingly, such men are often adept at concealing themselves, so you must trust your heart and instincts when you sense deception. If a man is habitually dishonest, he’s probably not worth your time.

So great is the power of honesty that we esteem it even in an enemy. While lies can spare feelings, offset trouble and protect secrets, the fact is that honesty is an unassailable fortress, even if the truth sometimes hurts. You must take deceptions as you take your men: on a case-by-case basis. When you’ve been lied to, trust is in doubt forever, but can also be regained with a lot of hard work on both sides. Use your judgment, and above all, be honest with yourself.

What’s your say?

Noushy Syah,UK.

 

A Nepalese dream

Filed under: Community,peace — looking4good @ 2:02 pm

Bhai (brother)- how many years have you spent as a khalashi (conductor) ?” I asked a boy inside a microbus, which I had taken to go to office.

“Three. Why?”

Next day, I took a tempo. And, I couldn’t stop myself from talking to the likes of him again. Trying to feel their sentiments- trying to know their ‘achievements’ at such a tender age.

I asked myself time and again what could I do for them. I have a job- I don’t find time to do anything else. One Saturday in a week is not enough for oneself. But these are just ‘pretexts’. I know I can do many things- and I’ve started. Started from the easy and very engaging task of listening.

One told me about his home. Another told me about an incident he encountered the other day. Yet another told me how a traffic personnel caught him- and he spent a night in some prison. Boys come up with different stories. And, I enjoy them.

I’ve learnt to accept what I cannot change. At least- I’ve started dealing with what troubles me a lot. ‘New Nepal’seems a distant dream. No one is doing anything- if they were doing anything then why do I see new faces every other week or so. Why don’t I find a Raj Kumar in school uniform somewhere? I’ve not met those people who are actually doing something for the Nepali children- but I’ve heard of them time and again. But it’s a difficult task to try to ‘reform’ these children.

It’s equally difficult to change their attitude and behaviors. At Jamal, these children beg for money- or ‘earn’ by helping other tempo drivers. At Thamel, they earn sympathy of foreigners in the form of biscuits or other things. After the foreigner is gone- they sell the same stuffs to the shopkeeper at half the actual price. At New Road, I’ve encountered many children who seem busy sniffing ‘Dendrite’ from plastic bags. At Kalimati, I’ve seen them collecting plastics from garbage.

Such sights make me helpless. I don’t want a ‘New Nepal’- I just want a home for these children. I give a damn to monarchy or republic or anything- I just want a system where politicians would have human hearts. I don’t feel proud for being a Nepali citizen. And I do not believe that I should keep quiet when I expect these politicians to return something to their people. I ask myself what my country (these politicians) has given us- and I see answers in our poverty and humiliation.

After all, my faith in our political system has undergone massive erosion- I’ve found a false hope, perhaps, in my own self and younger generation. I’ve become a child again- dreaming about a peaceful and prosperous country. Wow, I can’t stop myself from sheer imagination of that country called Nepal. I didn’t like politics- but I want to be a politician one day.

I want to show the world- what a Nepali can do for his own people. I’m not going to be a Buddha- I’m not going to be a Gyanendra, I want to rise above from the ugly heights of Girija and Prachanda. (1)

Instead of a ‘minor king’ at Narayanhiti Royal Palace- I want my country to have several little princes and princesses in every homes, playing at street corners and courtyards. Instead of cleaning lakes and arresting corrupt politicians for fame- I want to mobilize people to rebuild ruins of schools and bridges that have been bombed. I want to unite people from Madhesh to Mountain- and rebuild this war-torn country.

I don’t want to shy away from my past- I don’t want to fill hearts of my people with hatred for anyone. I say love- love everyone.

I’m just 19- and I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to lose these dreams that I’ve cherished for my country. If I live- and if I become a politician one day- I tell you politics will never be a dirty game.

originally published in Nepal’s leading English daily broadsheet- The Kathmandu Post

Notes:

from my personal analysis (could be but biased viewpoint)

1. King Gyanendra’s fate is yet to be decided after the People’s Revolution put an end to his direct regime in April 2006.
2. Girija Prasad Koirala has become Nepal’s Prime Minister about half a dozen times- but failed to do anything worthwhile besides lip-service. But he is doing his politics quite well as leader of the movement that overthrew King Gyanendra.
3. Prachanda was Nepal’s new “hope”- but his party couldn’t abandon guerrilla tactics and failed to capitalize on the 11-year-long civil war in the country that cost about 13,000 lives. It was Maoists who fueled Madheshi Uprising that has claimed more than 50 lives in past few months.

A Warm Hello to all World-United-Bloggers and readers:
This is my first posting here- and I hope you would like my stories from Kathmandu in coming days. I blog at Kathmandu Speaks- Are you listening?.

 

Descubren esqueletos de mujeres en una tumba que data de 2500 años.

Filed under: Community,Science — looking4good @ 3:59 am

Científicos chinos han identificado cuatro esqueletos de mujeres desenterrados de una tumba de 2.500 años de antigüedad descubierta recientemente en la provincia de Jiangxi, en el este del país, informó hoy la agencia oficial Xinhua.

Los esqueletos, de mujeres de unos 20 años de edad -con toda seguridad criadas enterradas en honor de alguien de mayor jerarquía-, no muestran señales de lesiones o enfermedades, según Wei Dong, uno de los arqueólogos que trabaja en la zona de Jing-an, donde el pasado diciembre se descubrieron las 47 tumbas.Siete de los ataúdes contenían esqueletos humanos, en los que se llevarán a cabo pruebas de DNA para saber si tenían algún tipo de parentesco.En el hallazgo se encontró el mayor número de ataúdes encontrados en una sola tumba y la excavación ha sido tachada como “el más importante proyecto arqueológico del año”, según los expertos, que creen que pertenecen a la época de la Dinastía Zhou (770-221 AC).

Mónica – Uruguay

 

Ah! Os Relógios – Mário Quintana

Filed under: Mário Quintana,poesia — looking4good @ 3:26 am


Amigos, não consultem os relógios
quando um dia eu me for de vossas vidas
em seus fúteis problemas tão perdidas
que até parecem mais uns necrológios…

Porque o tempo é uma invenção da morte:
não o conhece a vida – a verdadeira –
em que basta um momento de poesia
para nos dar a eternidade inteira.

Inteira, sim, porque essa vida eterna
somente por si mesma é dividida:
não cabe, a cada qual, uma porção.

E os Anjos entreolham-se espantados
quando alguém – ao voltar a si da vida –
acaso lhes indaga que horas são…

Mário de Miranda Quintana (n. em Alegrete, (RS) a 30 de Jul 1906, m. em Porto Alegre (RS) a 5 de Mai de 1993)

 

Ah! Os Relógios – Mário Quintana

Filed under: Mário Quintana,poesia — looking4good @ 3:26 am


Amigos, não consultem os relógios
quando um dia eu me for de vossas vidas
em seus fúteis problemas tão perdidas
que até parecem mais uns necrológios…

Porque o tempo é uma invenção da morte:
não o conhece a vida – a verdadeira –
em que basta um momento de poesia
para nos dar a eternidade inteira.

Inteira, sim, porque essa vida eterna
somente por si mesma é dividida:
não cabe, a cada qual, uma porção.

E os Anjos entreolham-se espantados
quando alguém – ao voltar a si da vida –
acaso lhes indaga que horas são…

Mário de Miranda Quintana (n. em Alegrete, (RS) a 30 de Jul 1906, m. em Porto Alegre (RS) a 5 de Mai de 1993)

 

Ah! Os Relógios – Mário Quintana

Filed under: Mário Quintana,poesia — looking4good @ 3:26 am


Amigos, não consultem os relógios
quando um dia eu me for de vossas vidas
em seus fúteis problemas tão perdidas
que até parecem mais uns necrológios…

Porque o tempo é uma invenção da morte:
não o conhece a vida – a verdadeira –
em que basta um momento de poesia
para nos dar a eternidade inteira.

Inteira, sim, porque essa vida eterna
somente por si mesma é dividida:
não cabe, a cada qual, uma porção.

E os Anjos entreolham-se espantados
quando alguém – ao voltar a si da vida –
acaso lhes indaga que horas são…

Mário de Miranda Quintana (n. em Alegrete, (RS) a 30 de Jul 1906, m. em Porto Alegre (RS) a 5 de Mai de 1993)