tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87832393255545406862011-12-14T12:09:29.084+07:00Bunch of pictures and information around uszener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-41891313442038735502011-12-14T12:08:00.003+07:002011-12-14T12:09:29.096+07:002011-12-14T12:09:29.096+07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI2iFOMT_c/TugvcHJo7FI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZM7yuldREK8/s1600/P1150673.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI2iFOMT_c/TugvcHJo7FI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZM7yuldREK8/s320/P1150673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685846689557572690" /></a><div><br /></div>If you like it, do it. Don't follow other people suggestion because this is you life not him or her life.<span class="fullpost"></span><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy, peace and love</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-4189131344203873550?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/street-dance.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-48228568560848689032011-12-09T11:36:00.003+07:002011-12-09T11:41:34.107+07:002011-12-09T11:41:34.107+07:00I think in the future, robots will replace the human position in this earth because of the bad behavior of human and the inability of human in many ways.<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UffIyZuQ64w/TuGRVYzSUmI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vBr0p_k_4P0/s1600/P1150890.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UffIyZuQ64w/TuGRVYzSUmI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vBr0p_k_4P0/s320/P1150890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683984001339118178" /></a><div><div>Are you agree???</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy, peace and love</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-4822856856084868903?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/robots.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-25380823331970665482011-12-07T12:55:00.002+07:002011-12-07T12:57:45.712+07:002011-12-07T12:57:45.712+07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESL5DDAsYCs/Tt8AML5Ti4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/yX_-g4fmdAc/s1600/time%2Bmechine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESL5DDAsYCs/Tt8AML5Ti4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/yX_-g4fmdAc/s320/time%2Bmechine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683261464116431746" /></a><div>If I have a time machine and you can go back to 100 years ago, can you change the world with the knowledge which you have?</div><div><br /></div><div>If you cannot change the world, it would be impossible for you to become a great people. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy, peace and love</div><span class="fullpost"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-2538082333197066548?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-machine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-39262668826702875762011-12-06T15:18:00.004+07:002011-12-06T15:22:21.435+07:002011-12-06T15:22:21.435+07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrXKL2xpttE/Tt3QnrWy0II/AAAAAAAAAzI/KRenDV0Sbpg/s1600/P1170880.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrXKL2xpttE/Tt3QnrWy0II/AAAAAAAAAzI/KRenDV0Sbpg/s320/P1170880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682927684883239042" /></a><div>Sakura is used as a symbol for Japanese people because sakura is symbolized of women, and live. Sakura also express as a bond between peoples, courage, sadness and togetherness. Therefore, I can said sakura is a symbol of</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Harmony-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enjoy, Peace and love</div><span class="fullpost"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-3926266882670287576?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/sakura-harmony.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-35707875946449795262011-12-05T10:13:00.002+07:002011-12-05T10:18:02.617+07:002011-12-05T10:18:02.617+07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv-0s_uLkvc/Ttw32E6D5aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/YecWtTFyvB4/s1600/P1190137.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv-0s_uLkvc/Ttw32E6D5aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/YecWtTFyvB4/s320/P1190137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682478232004453794" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Education is not a product such as a degree, diploma, master, ect.<span class="fullpost"></span><div>Education is a process that will never end until we die.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stop says "No" for something new.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy, peace and love</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-3570787594644979526?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/education.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-26909272931292034362011-12-04T17:23:00.003+07:002011-12-04T17:31:49.583+07:002011-12-04T17:31:49.583+07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9jFlBWS0Y4/TttMCdPpklI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GySg7uoFADA/s1600/P1110425.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9jFlBWS0Y4/TttMCdPpklI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GySg7uoFADA/s320/P1110425.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682218959951729234" /></a><div><br /></div>Until now, i still do not understand hot to judge the art. Everything is relative. It is means that the art is always right and always good.<div><br /></div><div>Therefore, we must use our imagination to make spectacular things. <span class="fullpost"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-2690927293129203436?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-art.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-36397104580727637182011-12-03T12:18:00.006+07:002011-12-03T12:30:26.516+07:002011-12-03T12:30:26.516+07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XRFg0eTCMw/TtmzPWTMW_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/TemtQYjCuZ4/s1600/P1040480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XRFg0eTCMw/TtmzPWTMW_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/TemtQYjCuZ4/s320/P1040480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681769481170082802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"I write with light:, Andre Kertesz (2 July 1894 - 28 September 1985)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Freidel, who wrote a book "Edison's Electric Light", stated about the light bulb</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">"This is the kind of creation that reshapes the world,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the people view about the possibility in this world."</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Enjoy, peace and love</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-3639710458072763718?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-write-with-light.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-63582106145071633302011-12-02T07:43:00.005+07:002011-12-02T07:58:06.146+07:002011-12-02T07:58:06.146+07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WKSK7wprOE/TtghFAwSdXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/T24J_r64uDM/s1600/P1110382.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WKSK7wprOE/TtghFAwSdXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/T24J_r64uDM/s320/P1110382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681327299913479538" /></a><div><br /></div>Tokyo nightlife. For me, it is a wonderful thing in the night time. <span class="fullpost"></span><div>How about you? Please tell me the answer?</div><div><br /></div><div>enjoy, peace and love from sukra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-6358210614507163330?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-scene-of-tokyo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-4877917752647369542011-12-01T13:32:00.003+07:002011-12-01T13:38:03.818+07:002011-12-01T13:38:03.818+07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7G_Js7CfeAE/TtcfkSvoFEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CxfYS6UPDaI/s1600/P1100265_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7G_Js7CfeAE/TtcfkSvoFEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CxfYS6UPDaI/s320/P1100265_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681044163318518850" /></a><br /><span class="fullpost"></span><div>Japan have a lot of castle. This is Katsuyama Jo (Katsuyama Castle). This castle not come from an ancient times but I love it because I can feel the image of castle in ancient times. it was happens because the scenery (the city not have many a tall building). </div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy and feel it ^^</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy, peace and love </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-487791775264736954?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/12/katsuyama-jo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-11768618517374696192011-11-29T06:00:00.003+07:002011-11-29T06:05:41.768+07:002011-11-29T06:05:41.768+07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSVC1g8STZ4/TtQTFilw12I/AAAAAAAAAyA/qq_dxkcmmjo/s1600/P1040359.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSVC1g8STZ4/TtQTFilw12I/AAAAAAAAAyA/qq_dxkcmmjo/s320/P1040359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680186015926507362" /></a><br /><span class="fullpost"></span><div>Everyday is a new day. Everyday, we must change become a new or better person. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-1176861851737469619?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-color-of-leaves-momiji.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783239325554540686.post-80387324598171749162008-10-17T12:25:00.004+07:002008-10-17T12:39:21.769+07:002008-10-17T12:39:21.769+07:00For Indonesian people, Sukra sounds like a kind of nuts. It is so sad, yet nothing I can do about it. I think it is a bit hard to ban some names to be a product’s brand. Sukra is actually a character in <a href="http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2008/10/history-of-wayang.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Wayang</span></a> (traditional Javanese or Balinese drama performance), with<span class="fullpost"> its full name Sukra Maharesi.<br /><br />Sukra was a human with power that should only be possessed by god. With the power owned, gods became anxious, afraid that they would lose their dignity, and worried that the gods’ fate will prevail any longer. The power he owned was <span style="font-style: italic;">Amertasanjiwani</span>, a power that could reawaken dead people. By having the power, he helped others without thinking about status and friends or enemies. In other words, Sukra means eternal immortality in professionalism.<br /><br />Sukra had a daughter named Dewayani and a student named Kaca. Kaca was a god’s envoy (but his identity was not known by Sukra) who was assigned to take in Amertasanjiwani and reminded his teacher that the power should not be taught to anyone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kamalkapoor.com/puja/images/sukra_venus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.kamalkapoor.com/puja/images/sukra_venus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>*In Vedic legend, Sukra was the teacher of Asura (giant). While Kaca was learning, Asura found out his identity and finally he was killed by Asura. Sukra as Asura’s friend and teacher reawakened Kaca, who was actually his enemy.<br /><br />Dewayani’s love was rejected by Kaca because of his desire to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">brahmacarya</span> that means not getting married forever. Finally Dewayani decided to marry to Prabu Yayati, who begot a line of Pandawa’s family.<br /><br />The gloomy part of this story was that Prabu Yayati, who was a bold and courageous king, turned into an old man as he was cursed by Sukra. It happened since he defied his prohibition that was having an affair with another woman.<br /><br />That’s the short story of Sukra. By the way, in astrology Vedic, Sukra was another name for Venus in <span style="font-style: italic;">Sansekerta</span> language that means white or light; for Friday or sperm in Javanese langguage.<br /><br />Enjoy, peace, and love from Sukra. (<a href="http://sukrablog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sukra.html">130 170708</a>)<br /><br />Reference:<br />Indonesian Wayang Encyclopedia, vol. 4, Sena Wangi, Jakarta, 1999.<br /><a href="http://www.kamalkapoor.com/puja/images/sukra_venus.jpg">http://www.kamalkapoor.com/puja/images/sukra_venus.jpg</a><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783239325554540686-8038732459817174916?l=sukralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>zener_liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310874873398413570noreply@blogger.com0http://sukralove.blogspot.com/2008/10/sukra.html