URANG SUNDA, NGAHARGAAN JEUNG MIHORMAT KA AWEWE

thanks to Mr. Bagus Priatna for the contribution and Translation

Urang sunda anu cicing jeung hirup di wewengkon Sanggabuana atawa di sabudeureun Taman Nasional Gunung Halimun-Salak, geus kakoncara miboga pengaweruh jeung elmu tur dilarapkeun sapopoena dina ngatur jeung ngolah kakayaan alam. Aya hal anu kacida jerona lamun dilenyepan (filosofis) saumpamana gunung kayuan-lamping awian- legok balongan-lebak sawahan-datar imahan, eta mangrupakeun tetekon (prinsip) dina ngimbangan jeung ngamumule alam.

Tetekon hirup laina anu bisa jadi eunteung nyaeta ngatur hubungan diantara sasama jalma, utamana hubungan awewe jeung lalaki dijero hiji kulawarga anu geus laki-rabi sok komo lamun boga budak. Hiji lalaki salaku bapak geus tinangtu butuh dibaturan tur sauyunan ku awewe salaku ibu pikeun nata kahirupan rumah tanggana, pon kitu deui dina sajeroning nyumponan kabutuhan hirup. Mun diibaratkeunmah bapak salaku direktur bakal leber wawanen jeung ngagedur kasumangetan hirup, ngan meureun boga syarat utama nyaeta ibu anu jadi menejer kudu boga kakuatan anu hampir sawawa (sinkronisasi).

Contona lamun saha bae daek ngulampreng atawa ulin jalan-jalan ka masyarakat nu aya di sabudeureun Sanggabuana/Halimun (Bogor-Sukabumi-Lebak), bakal bisa ningali ku panon sorangan istilahna ulah nginjeum panon ka batur. Aya hubungan anu kacida endahna (harmonis) dina ngokolakeun kakayaan alam saperti ngahuma jeung nyawah. dua pagawean eta saperti ngahuma anu jadi ciri khas sajarah tatanen urang sunda, kitu oge nyawah anu ceuk sabagian ahli sajarah akibat aya pangaruh ti Maram (introduksi). Tapi nu jelasmah duanana miboga lambang kamakmuran anu sarua nyaeta pare anu sok disebut Nyi Sri. Lambang kamakmuran ieu dilarapkeun ka awewe anu dipikaresep jeung dipikabutuh ku balarea, tapi eta kamakmuran jauh tina rasa ujub riya jeung takabur. Sok komo lamun eta pare (Nyi Sri) geus nincak wanci dewasa keur mah eusian tapi malah tambah lungguh.

Babasaan mipit kudu amit ngala kudu menta sing kacukcruk walunganana kapapay wahanganana, saumpama wanci panen pare datang babasaan ieu teh dipake sangkan muncul karahayuan tur aya dina ginanjar kawilujeungan. Posisi saperti kitu jelas pisan yen awewe kacida dipihormatna dina budaya sunda, jadi lamun codekah tur ngapilainkeun awewe ulah boga harepan hirup aya dina karahayuan nu aya ngan ukur meunang bebendon wungkul. Wajar wae aya sababaraha pagawean anu ngan ukur bisa dilakukeun ku golongan awewe, da sigana lamun dipigawe ku lalaki rada barabe jeung hasilna bakal loba gagal jeung tibatan alusmah.

Hiji conto jeung rek hamper kapopohokeun kubalera padahal tarohanana nyawa, orok lahir tibarang rek gubrag nepi ka umur sababara minggu atawa bulan si awewe nu ngalahirkeun tur orokna tinangtu kudu dibaturan indung beurang (bidan tradisonal/ kampung). Urusan dapur atawa palawari dapur pikeun ngatur rupa oge lobana daharaeun keur nyugemakeun semah dinu hajatan, geus pasti awewe anu bakal bisa ngira-ngirana. Dilenyepanmah eta dua conto teh saeutik henteuna bakal bisa ngadorong ka saha wae pikeun laku lampah pikanyaah dina ngojayan sagara kahirupan.

Aya oge pagawean anu mutlak kidu dipigawe ragem antara awewe jeung lalaki, utamana di widang tatanen nyawah. Saperti tandur-ngaberak-ngoyos-babad galeng- mipit- dibuat- ngalantay nepi ka ngaleuit. Sedengkeun umpama ngahuma posis awewe mucunghul deui kacida pentingna saperti nyacar-ngaduruk-ngerukan-ngored- ngaberak- ngarambas jeung nyami. Datang panen tiba kahasil aya kabiasaan nu disebut nganyaran nyata paling awal nyobaan hasil panen, di dieu awewe anu boga posisi kuat kuat tur boga hak pikeun migawe nganyaran tea. Eces jentre atra pertela awewe teh sakitu mulyana jeroning marengan hirup lalaki. Ti ayeuna meuerun geus waktuna urang bareng gawe rancage, saling haragaan jeung saling pihormat antara awewe tur lalaki. Sangkan hirup aya dina karahayuan teu rek pahili-hili cai pagirang-girang tampian.

Adam Ant - Wonderful

Did I tell you how much I miss
Your sweet kiss?
Did I tell you I didn’t cry?
Well I lied
I lie lie lied
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you’re wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you’re wonderful yeah

Did I tell you how much I miss
Your smile?
Did I tell you I was okay?
Well no way
No way way way

You’re wonderful yeah yeah

Now now now each and every day
I realize the price I have to pay
You you’re wonderful
And now for your information
I’m walking around like an arm decoration

You you’re wonderful
So high I can’t get over it
So deep I can’t get under it
You
You’re wonderful yeah
You’re wonderful yeah yeah
You’re wonderful yeah yeah
You’re wonderful yeah yeah
Wonderful

Did I tell you you’re wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
For so long long long

CRAIG DAVID - Rendezvous

CRAIG DAVID - Rendezvous

Craig David this is how we do it (This is how we do it)
Yeah well come on check it out
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun

Six o'clock in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes (yeah)
Felt just like an ordinary day
Just around the corner, such a surprise, a beautiful angel materialised
Time stood still face to face
I'm sure we'd met in another time and place (met in another time and
place)

Our eyes met as you passed me by (passed me by)
Two souls entwined in the blink of an eye (yeah)
And I had to figure out what I'd be missing
So I turned to you and asked you if you wanted to
(You know we'll be getting some getting jiggy just for fun)

Rendezvous where to my place say 2 & we can do anything you wanna do
Hey, tonight is your night yeah
When you close your eyes, take a minute, take a moment realise
Do you see me when you fantiasise
Tonight'll be your night

I'm just sitting here daydreaming about you and all the things you do
Girl feels so right
And all I know is your the one for me, that special kinda' lady
In my life, in my life

Well here I am writing you a love song
Holding back those years, it's been so long
And I can't deny the way that I'm feeling (feeling)
It's true, so girl that's why I'm asking you, can we...

Rendezvous where to my place say 2 & we can do anything you wanna do
Hey, tonight is your night yeah
When you close your eyes, take a minute, take a moment realise
Do you see me when you fantiasise
Tonight'll be your night

Darling tell me, what's on your mind? what are you thinking
Hey what you thinking?
Hey what you thinking?
Darling tell me what's on you mind?
What's on your mind yeah?
Darling what are you thinking
Now darling what are you thinking...

Rendezvous where to my place say 2 & we can do anything you wanna do
Hey, tonight is your night yeah
When you close your eyes, take a minute, take a moment realise
Do you see me when you fantiasise
Tonight'll be your night

I'm just sitting here daydreaming about you and all the things you do
Girl feels so right
And all I know is your the one for me, that special kinda lady
In my life, in my life yeah

Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun
Whatcha doing cos we'll be rendezvousing & you know we'll be getting
some getting jiggy just for fun

Samuel or Ismail should I Say

10 Djulhijah selalu diperingati oleh
seluruh umat muslim di dunia.

mengingatkan kita kembali akan
pengorbanan seorang anak yang berbhakti
kepada ayah (Ibrahim) dan kepercayaan
kepada Sang Pencipta, Allah SWT.

bagi Umat Islam yang lain, 10 Djulhijah
merupakan waktu yang tepat untuk
menunaikan Rukun Islam ke 5.

bagi saya, hari ini adalah salah satu
hari refleksi, bagaimana kita
mempercayai suatu Zat yang Maha Besar,
yang kita kenal dengan nama Allah SWT.
sekaligus juga bagaimana menyisihkan
sedikit rizki untuk berbagi kepada
sesama (buat cuma berbagi bau asap bakar
kambingnya saja)... bagaimana nilai
sebuah pengorbanan untuk sesuatu yang
sangat diyakini.

Subhanallah
Mudah2an aku masih bisa
bertemu dengan Djulhijah, Djulhijah yang
lain

George Orwell's Animal Farm (Chapter V) as adopted from Gutenberg

Chapter V

As winter drew on, Mollie became more and more troublesome. She was late for work every morning and excused herself by saying that she had overslept, and she complained of mysterious pains, although her appetite was excellent. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool, where she would stand foolishly gazing at her own reflection in the water. But there were also rumours of something more serious. One day, as Mollie strolled blithely into the yard, flirting her long tail and chewing at a stalk of hay, Clover took her aside.

"Mollie," she said, "I have something very serious to say to you. This morning I saw you looking over the hedge that divides Animal Farm from Foxwood. One of Mr. Pilkington's men was standing on the other side of the hedge. And--I was a long way away, but I am almost certain I saw this—he was talking to you and you were allowing him to stroke your nose. What does that mean, Mollie?"

"He didn't! I wasn't! It isn't true!" cried Mollie, beginning to prance about and paw the ground.

"Mollie! Look me in the face. Do you give me your word of honour that that man was not stroking your nose?"

"It isn't true!" repeated Mollie, but she could not look Clover in the face, and the next moment she took to her heels and galloped away into the field.

A thought struck Clover. Without saying anything to the others, she went to Mollie's stall and turned over the straw with her hoof. Hidden under the straw was a little pile of lump sugar and several bunches of ribbon of different colours.

Three days later Mollie disappeared. For some weeks nothing was known of her whereabouts, then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon. She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart painted red and black, which was standing outside a public-house. A fat red-faced man in check breeches and gaiters, who looked like a publican, was stroking her nose and feeding her with sugar. Her coat was newly clipped and she wore a scarlet ribbon round her forelock. She appeared to be enjoying herself, so the pigeons said. None of the animals ever mentioned Mollie again.

In January there came bitterly hard weather. The earth was like iron, and nothing could be done in the fields. Many meetings were held in the big barn, and the pigs occupied themselves with planning out the work of the coming season. It had come to be accepted that the pigs, who were manifestly cleverer than the other animals, should decide all questions of farm policy, though their decisions had to be ratified by a majority vote. This arrangement would have worked well enough if it had not been for the disputes between Snowball and Napoleon. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible. If one of them suggested sowing a bigger acreage with barley, the other was certain to demand a bigger acreage of oats, and if one of them said that such and such a field was just right for cabbages, the other would declare that it was useless for anything except roots. Each had his own following, and there were some violent debates. At the Meetings Snowball often won over the majority by his brilliant speeches, but Napoleon was better at canvassing support for himself in between times. He was especially successful with the sheep. Of late the sheep had taken to bleating "Four legs good, two legs bad" both in and out of season, and they often interrupted the Meeting with this. It was noticed that they were especially liable to break into "Four legs good, two legs bad" at crucial moments in Snowball's speeches. Snowball had made a close study of some back numbers of the 'Farmer and Stockbreeder' which he had found in the farmhouse, and was full of plans for innovations and improvements. He talked learnedly about field drains, silage, and basic slag, and had worked out a complicated scheme for all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields, at a different spot every day, to save the labour of cartage. Napoleon produced no schemes of his own, but said quietly that Snowball's would come to nothing, and seemed to be biding his time. But of all their controversies, none was so bitter as the one that took place over the windmill.

In the long pasture, not far from the farm buildings, there was a small knoll which was the highest point on the farm. After surveying the ground, Snowball declared that this was just the place for a windmill, which could be made to operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electrical power. This would light the stalls and warm them in winter, and would also run a circular saw, a chaff-cutter, a mangel-slicer, and an electric milking machine. The animals had never heard of anything of this kind before (for the farm was an old-fashioned one and had only the most primitive machinery), and they listened in astonishment while Snowball conjured up pictures of fantastic machines which would do their work for them while they grazed at their ease in the fields or improved their minds with reading and conversation.

Within a few weeks Snowball's plans for the windmill were fully worked out. The mechanical details came mostly from three books which had belonged to Mr. Jones--'One Thousand Useful Things to Do About the House', 'Every Man His Own Bricklayer', and 'Electricity for Beginners'. Snowball used as his study a shed which had once been used for incubators and had a smooth wooden floor, suitable for drawing on. He was closeted there for hours at a time. With his books held open by a stone, and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter, he would move rapidly to and fro, drawing in line after line and uttering little whimpers of excitement. Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-wheels, covering more than half the floor, which the other animals found completely unintelligible but very impressive. All of them came to look at Snowball's drawings at least once a day. Even the hens and ducks came, and were at pains not to tread on the chalk marks. Only Napoleon held aloof. He had declared himself against the windmill from the start. One day, however, he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. He walked heavily round the shed, looked closely at every detail of the plans and snuffed at them once or twice, then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg, urinated over the plans, and walked out without uttering a word.

The whole farm was deeply divided on the subject of the windmill. Snowball did not deny that to build it would be a difficult business. Stone would have to be carried and built up into walls, then the sails would have to be made and after that there would be need for dynamos and cables. (How these were to be procured, Snowball did not say.) But he maintained that it could all be done in a year. And thereafter, he declared, so much labour would be saved that the animals would only need to work three days a week. Napoleon, on the other hand, argued that the great need of the moment was to increase food production, and that if they wasted time on the windmill they would all starve to death. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan, "Vote for Snowball and the three-day week" and "Vote for Napoleon and the full manger." Benjamin was the only animal who did not side with either faction. He refused to believe either that food would become more plentiful or that the windmill would save work. Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.

Apart from the disputes over the windmill, there was the question of the defence of the farm. It was fully realised that though the human beings had been defeated in the Battle of the Cowshed they might make another and more determined attempt to recapture the farm and reinstate Mr. Jones. They had all the more reason for doing so because the news of their defeat
had spread across the countryside and made the animals on the neighbouring farms more restive than ever. As usual, Snowball and Napoleon were in disagreement. According to Napoleon, what the animals must do was to procure firearms and train themselves in the use of them. According to Snowball, they must send out more and more pigeons and stir up rebellion
among the animals on the other farms. The one argued that if they could not defend themselves they were bound to be conquered, the other argued that if rebellions happened everywhere they would have no need to defend themselves. The animals listened first to Napoleon, then to Snowball, and could not make up their minds which was right; indeed, they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment.

At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the question of whether or not to begin work on the windmill was to be put to the vote. When the animals had assembled in the big barn, Snowball stood up and, though occasionally interrupted by bleating from the sheep, set forth his reasons for advocating the building of the windmill. Then Napoleon stood up to reply. He said very quietly that the windmill was nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it, and promptly sat down again; he had spoken for barely thirty seconds, and seemed almost indifferent as to the effect he produced. At this Snowball sprang to his feet, and shouting down the sheep, who had begun bleating again, broke into a passionate appeal in favour of the windmill. Until now the animals had been about equally divided in their sympathies, but in a moment Snowball's eloquence had carried them away. In glowing sentences he painted a picture of Animal Farm as it might be when sordid labour was lifted from the animals' backs. His imagination had now run far beyond chaff-cutters and turnip-slicers. Electricity, he said, could operate threshing machines, ploughs, harrows, rollers, and reapers and binders, besides supplying every stall with its own electric light, hot and cold water, and an electric heater. By the time he had finished speaking, there was no doubt as to which way the vote would go. But just at this moment Napoleon stood up and, casting a peculiar sidelong look at Snowball, uttered a high-pitched whimper of a kind no one had ever heard him utter before.

At this there was a terrible baying sound outside, and nine enormous dogs wearing brass-studded collars came bounding into the barn. They dashed straight for Snowball, who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. In a moment he was out of the door and they were after him. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the animals crowded through the door to watch the chase. Snowball was racing across the long pasture that led to the road. He was running as only a pig can run, but the dogs were close on his heels. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. Then he was up again, running faster than ever, then the dogs were gaining on him again. One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball's tail, but Snowball whisked it free just in time. Then he put on an extra spurt and, with a few inches to spare, slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more.

Silent and terrified, the animals crept back into the barn. In a moment the dogs came bounding back. At first no one had been able to imagine where these creatures came from, but the problem was soon solved: they were the puppies whom Napoleon had taken away from their mothers and reared privately. Though not yet full-grown, they were huge dogs, and as fierce-looking as wolves. They kept close to Napoleon. It was noticed that they wagged their tails to him in the same way as the other dogs had been used to do to Mr. Jones.

Napoleon, with the dogs following him, now mounted on to the raised portion of the floor where Major had previously stood to deliver his speech. He announced that from now on the Sunday-morning Meetings would come to an end. They were unnecessary, he said, and wasted time. In future all questions relating to the working of the farm would be settled by a special committee of pigs, presided over by himself. These would meet in private and afterwards communicate their decisions to the others. The animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag, sing 'Beasts of England', and receive their orders for the week; but there would be no more debates.

In spite of the shock that Snowball's expulsion had given them, the animals were dismayed by this announcement. Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments. Even Boxer was vaguely troubled. He set his ears back, shook his forelock several times, and tried hard to marshal his thoughts; but in the end he could not think of anything to say. Some of the pigs themselves, however, were more articulate. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval, and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking at once. But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon let out deep, menacing growls, and the pigs fell silent and sat down again. Then the sheep broke out into a tremendous bleating of "Four legs good, two legs bad!" which went on for nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chance of discussion.

Afterwards Squealer was sent round the farm to explain the new arrangement to the others.

"Comrades," he said, "I trust that every animal here appreciates the sacrifice that Comrade Napoleon has made in taking this extra labour upon himself. Do not imagine, comrades, that leadership is a pleasure! On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be? Suppose you had decided to follow Snowball, with his moonshine of windmills--Snowball, who, as we now know, was no better than a criminal?"

"He fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed," said somebody.

"Bravery is not enough," said Squealer. "Loyalty and obedience are more important. And as to the Battle of the Cowshed, I believe the time will come when we shall find that Snowball's part in it was much exaggerated. Discipline, comrades, iron discipline! That is the watchword for today. One false step, and our enemies would be upon us. Surely, comrades, you do not want Jones back?"

Once again this argument was unanswerable. Certainly the animals did not want Jones back; if the holding of debates on Sunday mornings was liable to bring him back, then the debates must stop. Boxer, who had now had time to think things over, voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it, it must be right." And from then on he adopted the maxim, "Napoleon is always right," in addition to his private motto of "I will work harder."

By this time the weather had broken and the spring ploughing had begun. The shed where Snowball had drawn his plans of the windmill had been shut up and it was assumed that the plans had been rubbed off the floor. Every Sunday morning at ten o'clock the animals assembled in the big barn to receive their orders for the week. The skull of old Major, now clean of flesh, had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff, beside the gun. After the hoisting of the flag, the animals were required to file past the skull in a reverent manner before entering the barn. Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past. Napoleon, with Squealer and another pig named Minimus, who had a remarkable gift for composing songs and poems, sat on the front of the raised platform, with the nine young dogs forming a semicircle round them, and the other pigs sitting behind. The rest of the animals sat facing them in the main body of the barn. Napoleon read out the orders for the week in a gruff soldierly style, and after a single singing of 'Beasts of England', all the animals dispersed.

On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion, the animals were somewhat surprised to hear Napoleon announce that the windmill was to be built after all. He did not give any reason for having changed his mind, but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work, it might even be necessary to reduce their rations. The plans, however, had all been prepared, down to the last detail. A special committee of pigs had been at work upon them for the past three weeks. The building of the windmill, with various other improvements, was expected to take two years.

That evening Squealer explained privately to the other animals that Napoleon had never in reality been opposed to the windmill. On the contrary, it was he who had advocated it in the beginning, and the plan which Snowball had drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually been stolen from among Napoleon's papers. The windmill was, in fact, Napoleon's own creation. Why, then, asked somebody, had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. That, he said, was Comrade Napoleon's cunning. He had SEEMED to oppose the windmill, simply as a manoeuvre to get rid of Snowball, who was a dangerous character and a bad influence. Now that Snowball was out of the way, the plan could go forward without his interference. This, said Squealer, was something called tactics. He repeated a number of times, "Tactics, comrades, tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. The animals were not certain what the word meant, but Squealer spoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions.

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Rite Now

rite now…..

aku cuma ingin ada di setiap desah nafasnya, di antara degup jantungnya…..
aku cuma ingin selalu ada disampingnya……….
cuma ingin ada di hatinya…..

………………………………………….
be his father, brother, friend, be everything for her, God give me your strength to build a life called love for me and a woman named Puji Rianti

Posted under real circumstance, source will be published and will not claimed as its own writing

Is This....Love?

u know what…..
gue gak tau ini anugerah atau apa
yang gue tau
kalo kita sudah menyayangi seseorang
padahal kita sadar
kalo orang yang kita sayangi tidak menyadarinya
tapi anehnya perasaan sayang itu itu terus ada
gak bisa berubah jadi benci
kalaupun benci itupun hanya untuk seketika dan sesaat

dan yang menjadi masalah…
ketika rasa itu beralih dan berubah mengisi relung relung hati yang lain
rasa itu tetap ada, melebihi kapasitas sebuah hard disk dalam menyimpan memori dan data lain bahkan kadang muncul tanpa pemberitahuan ataupun membutuhkan alasan yang jelas dan muncul begitu saja, kita tidak bisa menghindar dari rasa itu

dan aku berterima kasih karena aku masih dianugerahi rasa itu,

abstrak memang……
dan tak mungkin dijelaskan dengan kata-kata
apabila kita terjebak oleh suatu bentuk rasa bersalah
karena seringkali itu jadi bibit masalah

aku cuma ingin semua orang tau
rasa sayang itu harus tetap ada
untuk dijadikan sebagai cermin bagi kita sendiri
atas semua hal indah yang pernah aku lewatkan
dan cermin agar aku bisa memupuk impian
dengan apa yang aku punya sekarang
bukan dengan apa yang aku tidak punya
biarlah rasa itu terus ada

dan rasa itu bernama Puji Rianti

Posted under real circumstance, source will be published and will not claimed as its own writing

History of the phenomenon el nino

The first mention of the term "El Niño" to refer to climate occurs in 1892, when Captain Camilo Carrillo told the Geographical society congress in Lima that Peruvian sailors named the warm northerly current "El Niño" because it was most noticeable around Christmas. However even before then the phenomenon was of interest because of its effects on biological productivity, with its effects on the guano industry.

Normal conditions along the west Peruvian coast are a cold southerly current (the Peru current) with upwelling water; the upwelling nutrients lead to great oceanic productivity; the cold currents leads to very dry conditions on land. Similar conditions exist elsewhere (California current; Benguela current off South Africa). Thus the replacement of this with warmer northerly water leads to lower biological productivity in the ocean, and more rainfall - often flooding - on land; the connection with flooding was reported in 1895 by Pezet and Eguiguren.

Towards the end of the nineteenth century there was much interest in forecasting climate anomalies (for food production) in India and Australia. Charles Todd, in 1893, suggested that droughts in India and Australia tended to occur at the same time; Norman Lockyer noted the same in 1904. In 1924 Gilbert Walker (for whom the Walker circulation is named) first coined the term "Southern Oscillation".

For most of the twentieth century, El Niño was thought of as a largely local phenomenon.

The major 1982-3 El Niño lead to an upsurge of interest from the scientific community.

The 1998 El Nino event caused an estimated 16% of the world’s reef systems to die. Since then, mass coral bleaching has become common worldwide, with all regions having suffered ‘severe bleaching’.

ENSO conditions seem to have occurred at every two to seven years for at least the past 300 years, but most of them have been weak.

Major ENSO events have occurred in the years 1790-93, 1828, 1876-78, 1891, 1925-26, 1982-83, and 1997-98.

Recent El Niños have occurred in 1986-1987, 1991-1992, 1993, 1994, 1997-1998, 2002-2003, 2004-2005 and 2006-2007.

The El Niño of 1997 - 1998 was particularly strong and brought the phenomenon to worldwide attention. The event temporarilly warmed air temperature by 3°F, compared to the usual increase of 0.5°F associated with El Niño events. The period from 1990-1994 was unusual in that El Niños have rarely occurred in such rapid succession (but were generally weak). There is some debate as to whether global warming increases the intensity and/or frequency of El Niño episodes. (see also the ENSO and Global Warming section above).

but this el nino owned the blog are way above all that, i just another ordinary guy, looking dan trying to do something that could change the world a little bit.

George Orwell's Animal Farm (Chapter III), as adopted from gutenberg

Chapter III

How they toiled and sweated to get the hay in! But their efforts were rewarded, for the harvest was an even bigger success than they had hoped.

Sometimes the work was hard; the implements had been designed for human beings and not for animals, and it was a great drawback that no animal was able to use any tool that involved standing on his hind legs. But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty. As for the horses, they knew every inch of the field, and in fact understood the business of mowing and raking far better than Jones and his men had ever done. The pigs did not actually work, but directed and supervised the others. With their superior knowledge it was natural that they should assume the leadership. Boxer and Clover would harness themselves to the cutter or the horse-rake (no bits or reins were needed in these days, of course) and tramp steadily round and round the field with a pig walking behind and calling out "Gee up, comrade!" or "Whoa back, comrade!" as the case might be. And every animal down to the humblest worked at turning the hay and gathering it. Even the ducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun, carrying tiny wisps of hay in their beaks. In the end they finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. Moreover, it was the biggest harvest that the farm had ever seen. There was no wastage whatever; the hens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk. And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful.

All through that summer the work of the farm went like clockwork. The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master. With the worthless parasitical human beings gone, there was more for everyone to eat. There was more leisure too, inexperienced though the animals were. They met with many difficulties—for instance, later in the year, when they harvested the corn, they had to tread it out in the ancient style and blow away the chaff with their breath, since the farm possessed no threshing machine--but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled them through. Boxer was the admiration of everybody. He had been a hard worker even in Jones's time, but now he seemed more like three horses than one; there were days when the entire work of the farm seemed to rest on his mighty shoulders. From morning to night he was pushing and pulling, always at the spot where the work was hardest. He had made an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else, and would put in some volunteer labour at whatever seemed to be most needed, before the regular day's work began. His answer to every problem, every setback, was "I will work harder!" which he had adopted as his personal motto.

But everyone worked according to his capacity the hens and ducks, for instance, saved five bushels of corn at the harvest by gathering up the stray grains. Nobody stole, nobody grumbled over his rations, the quarrelling and biting and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had almost disappeared. Nobody shirked--or almost nobody. Mollie, it was true, was not good at getting up in the mornings, and had a way of leaving work early on the ground that there was a stone in her hoof. And the behaviour of the cat was somewhat peculiar. It was soon noticed that when there was work to be done the cat could never be found. She would vanish for hours on end, and then reappear at meal-times, or in the evening after work was over, as though nothing had happened. But she always made such excellent excuses, and purred so affectionately, that it was impossible not to believe in her good intentions. Old Benjamin, the donkey, seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. He did his work in the same slow obstinate way as he had done it in Jones's time, never shirking and never volunteering for extra work either. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion. When asked whether he was not happier now that Jones was gone, he would say only "Donkeys live a long time. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey," and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer.

On Sundays there was no work. Breakfast was an hour later than usual, and after breakfast there was a ceremony which was observed every week without fail. First came the hoisting of the flag. Snowball had found in the harness-room an old green tablecloth of Mrs. Jones's and had painted on it a hoof and a horn in white. This was run up the flagstaff in the farmhouse garden every Sunday morning. The flag was green, Snowball explained, to represent the green fields of England, while the hoof and horn signified the future Republic of the Animals which would arise when the human race had been finally overthrown. After the hoisting of the flag all the animals trooped into the big barn for a general assembly which was known as the Meeting. Here the work of the coming week was planned out and resolutions were put forward and debated. It was always the pigs who put forward the resolutions. The other animals understood how to vote, but could never think of any resolutions of their own. Snowball and Napoleon were by far the most active in the debates. But it was noticed that these two were never in agreement: whatever suggestion either of them made, the other could be counted on to oppose it. Even when it was resolved--a thing no one could object to in itself--to set aside the small paddock behind the orchard as a home of rest for animals who were past work, there was a stormy debate over the correct retiring age for each class of animal. The Meeting always ended with the singing of 'Beasts of England', and the afternoon was given up to recreation.

The pigs had set aside the harness-room as a headquarters for themselves. Here, in the evenings, they studied blacksmithing, carpentering, and other necessary arts from books which they had brought out of the farmhouse. Snowball also busied himself with organising the other animals into what he called Animal Committees. He was indefatigable at this. He formed the Egg Production Committee for the hens, the Clean Tails League for the cows, the Wild Comrades' Re-education Committee (the object of this was to tame the rats and rabbits), the Whiter Wool Movement for the sheep, and various others, besides instituting classes in reading and writing. On the whole, these projects were a failure. The attempt to tame the wild creatures, for instance, broke down almost immediately. They continued to behave very much as before, and when treated with generosity, simply took advantage of it. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach. She was telling them that all animals were now comrades and that any sparrow who chose could come and perch on her paw; but the sparrows kept their distance.

The reading and writing classes, however, were a great success. By the autumn almost every animal on the farm was literate in some degree.

As for the pigs, they could already read and write perfectly. The dogs learned to read fairly well, but were not interested in reading anything except the Seven Commandments. Muriel, the goat, could read somewhat better than the dogs, and sometimes used to read to the others in the evenings from scraps of newspaper which she found on the rubbish heap. Benjamin could read as well as any pig, but never exercised his faculty. So far as he knew, he said, there was nothing worth reading. Clover learnt the whole alphabet, but could not put words together. Boxer could not get beyond the letter D. He would trace out A, B, C, D, in the dust with his great hoof, and then would stand staring at the letters with his ears back, sometimes shaking his forelock, trying with all his might to remember what came next and never succeeding. On several occasions, indeed, he did learn E, F, G, H, but by the time he knew them, it was always discovered that he had forgotten A, B, C, and D. Finally he decided to be content with the first four letters, and used to write them out once or twice every day to refresh his memory. Mollie refused to learn any but the six letters which spelt her own name. She would form these very neatly out of pieces of twig, and would then decorate them with a flower or two and walk round them admiring them.

None of the other animals on the farm could get further than the letter A. It was also found that the stupider animals, such as the sheep, hens, and ducks, were unable to learn the Seven Commandments by heart. After much thought Snowball declared that the Seven Commandments could in effect be reduced to a single maxim, namely: "Four legs good, two legs bad." This, he said, contained the essential principle of Animalism. Whoever had thoroughly grasped it would be safe from human influences. The birds at first objected, since it seemed to them that they also had two legs, but Snowball proved to them that this was not so.

"A bird's wing, comrades," he said, "is an organ of propulsion and not of manipulation. It should therefore be regarded as a leg. The distinguishing mark of man is the HAND, the instrument with which he does all his mischief."

The birds did not understand Snowball's long words, but they accepted his explanation, and all the humbler animals set to work to learn the new maxim by heart. FOUR LEGS GOOD, TWO LEGS BAD, was inscribed on the end wall of the barn, above the Seven Commandments and in bigger letters When they had once got it by heart, the sheep developed a great liking for this maxim, and often as they lay in the field they would all start bleating "Four legs good, two legs bad! Four legs good, two legs bad!" and keep it up for hours on end, never growing tired of it.

Napoleon took no interest in Snowball's committees. He said that the education of the young was more important than anything that could be done for those who were already grown up. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell had both whelped soon after the hay harvest, giving birth between them to nine sturdy puppies. As soon as they were weaned, Napoleon took them away from their mothers, saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. He took them up into a loft which could only be reached by a ladder from the harness-room, and there kept them in such seclusion that the rest of the farm soon forgot their existence.

The mystery of where the milk went to was soon cleared up. It was mixed every day into the pigs' mash. The early apples were now ripening, and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day, however, the order went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs. At this some of the other animals murmured, but it was no use. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point, even Snowball and Napoleon. Squealer was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others.

"Comrades!" he cried. "You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades," cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, "surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?"

Now if there was one thing that the animals were completely certain of, it was that they did not want Jones back. When it was put to them in this light, they had no more to say. The importance of keeping the pigs in good health was all too obvious. So it was agreed without further argument that the milk and the windfall apples (and also the main crop of apples when
they ripened) should be reserved for the pigs alone.

France 1998, (memoir of Italy VS England)

(The crosses of St George are flying all around me)
(Gareth Southgate the whole of England is with you)
(Oh it's saved, saved, saved)

We still believe
We still believe
We still believe
We still believe

It's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home

It's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home

Tears for heroes dressed in grey
No plans for final day
Stay in bed, drift away

It could have been all
Songs in the street
It was nearly complete
It was nearly so sweet
And now I'm singing

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

Talk about football coming home
And then one night in Rome
We were strong, we had grown
And now I see Ince ready for war
Gazza good as before
Shearer certain to score
And Psycho screaming

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

(Beautiful football by England,
Gazza oh that is majestic, Alan Shearer,
Italy nil England nil and we're there in France 1998)
We can dance Nobby's dance
We could dance it in France

It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home

It's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming home
It's coming
Football's coming home

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming
Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

(Lightning Seeds - Three Lions Lyrics - World Cup 98 version)


and it happened again when england was not qualified for the first time in history at EURO '08.
What a tragedy, that they had to surrender from Croatian army at their own stadium... look at the bright side, at least one of Italian competitor had been eliminated, and of course Italy will win European Cup.