You are so peculiar...

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You are so peculiar.
Sometimes I feel like I know you,
sometimes I don't.
The minute I thought I can grasp you,
that instant you are gone.
The only one who can make me feel so unsure
even about myself or how I feel is you;
you, who is so peculiar.
Or is it me who is peculiar,
when I still want to understand you
no matter how peculiar you are?
Posted by Posted by puteri jiwa , on at 16:58 • Labels: bliss, poem, poet, puteri_jiwa
Brooklyn to New York via Brooklyn Bridge 1899
Sept. 22, 1899. Edison Manufacturing Co.
The B.M.T. train ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan. In 1898, the modern City of New York was formed with the consolidation of Brooklyn (until then an independent city), Manhattan and outlying areas. The opening of the Brooklyn Bridge in 1883 did for the city what railroad expansion and the Erie Canal did for the nation. The population was expanding due to immigration and commerce was booming. In less than five years the need for several more bridges would be apparent as Williamsburgh and the rest of Brooklyn also grew in population. On Manhattan "uptown" was moving quickly past 14th Street. Soon, people would be calling it "downtown." The subway system was already on its way.
July 29, 1898
At six o'clock in the evening a traffic jam near the Brooklyn end of the Bridge ties up wagons and trolleys all the way back to the Manhattan entrance. Suddenly the Bridge sags a few inches at two points, approximately 250 feet on both sides of the Manhattan tower. On examination, engineers find that several trusses buckled under the roadbed, but they conclude that the damage is harmless, and make no attempt to straighten the kinks. For a few days after the incident the ferries running across the river (eleven now compared with the fourteen that had existed during the building of the Bridge) do a brisk business.*
New York City in 1899:
The newly formed 'City of Greater New York' splits Queens County, Hempstead, North Hempstead, and Oyster Bay from Nassau County / Sept. 9th, Henry H. Bliss steps off of a streetcar at 74th St. & Central Park West and gets struck by a vehicle becoming New York City's first automobile fatality / Dec. 2nd, trolleys begin running between Jamaica and Flushing in Queens
Yes, this video footage was taken by Thomas Edison. It was sold for $22.50 from the Edison Film Gallery.
Yessss... you heard me right, THE Thomas Edison, not a namesake
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Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 14:08 • Labels: babble, babbler, L, videos
Si kening lebat

Kening lebat mcm kening pelukis.
Posted by Posted by meo188 , on at 00:15 • Labels: art, meo188, seni
Sepucuk Surat Cinta...
Sepucuk surat cinta....
cuba korang baca dan fahami...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 19:14 • Labels: joker, L, lawak, pictures
I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not
Does the title sounds familiar to you?
If it doesn't...
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nevermind!
maybe this pic will enlighten you:
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 14:36 • Labels: babble, babbler, L, videos
You Are More Than You Think You Are
This clip is from the movie 'Facing the Giants'.
When you think of your limits, you're actually setting them.
Once you're blinding from that limit, the limit by itself will vanish.
Now, are we going to cry our suffering out or are we just going to move forward as far as we can...?
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 14:15 • Labels: babble, babbler, videos
Geolocating on the Net
Okay, a lot of people wondering how to get somebody's physical location using the net. But of course, it is not something good to reveal, because by human nature somewhere somebody will misuse it for mischievous purposes.
But I think everyone of us deserves some basic techniques that bear no harm. So here we go... this is how you trace the location of someone using the tools already found in the Internet.
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 11:35 • Labels: geek, hacking, L, tech
nooB
I met him
With my anger out of control
Like I'll plunge him down
Into hell's deepest hole
And I caught him on his stroll
Such a fragile young mind
Such a fragile young soul
And sympathy engulfed me
Frozen, dumbfounded me
How can it be?
That look wrapped so weary
How can this be?
Come with me...
Kid, let it all go
You ain't gonna dance for the maestro
While you ain't fit for the show
Just stop and let it go
For this is no game of villain and hero
And this, both you and I know
Kid, listen to me
Never think yourself too crafty
The whole world you can't see
Stop, before you face somebody
Too strong to fight
Too hard to flee
Kid, life would never seems fair
Everybody has their slice of cake
Their own portion of share
Never succumb to such a despair
Raise your flag
Breathe the air
World is full of things you are not aware
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 19:00 • Labels: L, poem, poet
In My Abode (Dear friend)
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 12:13 • Labels: hope, L, poem, poet








