Tuesday, December 24, 2013

My Christmas Wish For You

 

My Christmas wish for you, my friend
Is not a simple one
For I wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun
I wish you love and friendship too
Throughout the coming year
Lots of laughter and happiness
To fill your world with cheer..



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Friday, December 13, 2013

i love my own name, ;)



What's your fate?
What kind of life style in your plate?
If you refuse to tell,
Then I don't know.
Let's talk about mine
While we have a sip of wine.
I never yield to any power,
I won't sell my pride even if it is only for an hour.
I love my own name,
No blame game.
I prefer to smile or grin,
I love to be free from discouraging thing.
But, in case I fail,
I won't wail.
If I break a rule,
I will admit it and stay true.
If I lose my job,
I won't go to streets to rob.
If I am hit by a car,
I will accept my fate and find ways to heal my scar.
If death arrives,
I will delete my files from my hard drives,
I will smile like a cauliflower,
And seal my life with one last shower.
 
 
 
 
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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Domed refuge now cauldron of misery for survivors By KRISTEN GELINEAU

 
A young girl walks her brother to the Tacloban City Convention Center known as the Astrodome Thursday, Nov. 14, 2013, where hundreds of displaced typhoon survivors have set up makeshift shelters throughout the complex's once bustling shops and popular basketball court. For the thousands of people jamming the Tacloban City Astrodome, the great halls with a solid roof was a heaven-sent refuge when Typhoon Haiyan rammed eastern Philippines on Friday. Evacuated from their homes along the coast in time, they had a place to hide from the furious winds and gigantic water surge. But along with shelter, their constant companion now is misery and hunger. (AP Photo/Vincent Yu)
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TACLOBAN, Philippines (AP) — Close your eyes and hold your breath, and you could imagine you are in a normal sports stadium. You hear a ball bouncing and the children's cheers echoing under the cavernous dome.
Open your eyes and you see rain-soaked trash littering almost every inch of the ground and exhausted refugees sprawled across seats. A sign taped on the wall next to a small, dank room by the stairwell tells people in rough terms not to relieve themselves there. It is clear from the stench that many have ignored this advice.
For the thousands of people jamming the Tacloban City Astrodome, the great hall with a solid roof was a heaven-sent refuge when Typhoon Haiyan rammed the eastern Philippines last week. Evacuated from their homes along the coast in time, they had a place to hide from the furious winds and gigantic water surge. But along with shelter, their constant companions now are misery and hunger.
It's been six days since the typhoon struck but no aid has arrived at the Astrodome. Not a single relief worker is in sight.
"What can we do? There's nothing we can do!" said Corazon Cecleno, a volunteer with the village council who had handed out food stamps to the occupants — stamps for food that has yet to arrive. "We really want to know why the distribution of help is so slow."
The people staying here find water wherever they can — from a broken water pipe on the side of the road, from a tarp in a former office building nearby. The water tastes bad — salty — but there is nothing else available and they are desperate.
Just as New Orleans residents took refuge in the Superdome during Hurricane Katrina, thousands of Filipinos are squatting here: inside the stadium, in the ruined shops and restaurants that line it, and under tarpaulins on the grass outside.
Maria Consuelo Martinez, 38, is nine months pregnant and jammed in an abandoned restaurant at the dome along with five families. Her naked 2-year-old son, Mark, sits next to her on a piece of plywood. She has only one outfit for him, and it is drying after a wash. Her 5-year-old daughter, Maria, stares vacantly. Sodden laundry hangs from ropes crisscrossing the room. Flies are everywhere and the tiled floor is slick with filth.
Her husband wanders around, begging for food. Some friends found sacks of ocean-soaked rice at a warehouse and gave the family one. They are drying the grains in the sun on a blue tarp, hoping it will be edible, knowing it will be salty. They have a bottle of well water to cook and wash with, but it tastes like the ocean and they aren't convinced it's safe. They drink it anyway.
"We have no choice," says Moses Rosilio, a neighbor who is squatting in the restaurant with Martinez.
Her baby is due by the end of the month. She has no idea where she'll deliver.
"I'm feeling nervous," she says. "There are no clothes for my baby. ... I don't know, I don't know. Maybe I'll give birth here."
In the wreckage of a discotheque next door, facing the street in front of the stadium, a few men have built a small fire to cook noodles. The pot will need to feed a dozen people today.
Nearby, Vicky Arcales, 38, uses a hand-crank charger for her mobile phone. She shakes her arm in exhaustion; she's been at it for three hours. She knows she won't get a signal anyway, but charges it nonetheless. Just in case.
Behind her, a family has crafted a makeshift baby cot out of a pink-and-white-striped sheet, strung up by cords. It cradles a month-old boy in a shirt, but no diaper; they have none, and no other clothes. Nor do they have food for his mother, who is starving.
The baby stares up at visitors and urinates, the urine seeping through the sheet onto the floor below. A few feet away, a 1-year-old girl wails, her face covered in a red rash. There is no medicine for her.
Inside the dome, Erlinda Rosales lies on a steel barrier propped atop the railing and stadium seats, next to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. This is their makeshift bed. They are cooking a little nearby on a small burner borrowed from a friend.
Rosales, 72, is one of the lucky ones: Her family has finally received the first supply of relief food. But it was only because her granddaughter has walked every day to their village council to see if the supplies are there. On Thursday's walk, the food was finally available. They got 3 kilograms (7 pounds) of rice and three cans of sardines.
"I wonder when they will bring.

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Autumn by Gomotsegang Sebadieta

 


Autumn, autumn, autumn!
A season
Full of great things
A season that brings
Happiness to people
And animals
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Birds singing
Their morning songs
Praising the lord
For the fruits
Provided in the wild
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Butterflies flying
All over the gardens
Enjoying the scent
From the flowers
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Bees buzzing
From flower to flower
Collecting pollen
And making honey
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Cows mooing
In the forest
Enjoying
The green and fresh grass
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Children sitting
Around the fire
Eating corn, watermelons,
Sweet reeds and squashes
Autumn, autumn, autumn
A season that is fruitful.




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Friday, October 11, 2013

The SEMI Arizona Steering Committee presents: The SEMI Arizona Breakfast Forum - "New Advanced Packaging Insights on Technology and Applications"

 


Date: Friday, October 18, 2013
Time: 7:30am–10:30am
Location: Freescale Semiconductor, Inc.
Address: 2100 East Elliot Road, Tempe, Arizona, 85284

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Please join us for a unique experience at Freescale Semiconductor Inc. as experts discuss the latest developments and hot topics in the high-tech semiconductor industry.  SEMI Arizona Breakfast Forum is a great opportunity to network with your colleagues and meet other local industry professionals.
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Agenda

7:30am–8:00am
Breakfast & Registration
8:00am–8:05amWelcome Remarks

Moderator 
Welcome & Opening Remarks

Babak Taheri
Vice President & General Manager, Freescale Semiconductor
Dave Kirsch 
Vice President & General Manager, North America, EV Group
8:05am–8:25am 
Advanced Packaging Solutions – Copper Pillars From Lab to Fab
Garrett Oakes (Biography) Director of Technology, North America
EV Group
8:25am–8:50am
Jim Feldhan
Market Trends and Forecast
Jim FeldhanPresident
Semico Research Corp.
 8:50am–9:15am   Advanced Packaging Migration to Modularity
Ron Huemoeller (Biography)

Senior Vice President, Advanced Product Platform Development
Amkor Technology
9:15am–9:35am  Networking Break
9:35am–10:00am
Evolution of Wafer Level Packaging for Mobile Applications
John Hunt (Biography) (Abstract)

Director of Engineering, Product Promotion
ASE (US), Inc.
10:00am–10:25am
System-in-Package (SiP) Solutions for Those Applications Requiring Significant Volumetric Shrinks and Heterogeneous Integration

Scott Hayes  (Biography)

Chip Packaging Systems Solutions, Sr. R&D Manager
Freescale Semiconductor, Inc.
10:25am–10:30am Closing/Thank you for Joining SEMI
Note:
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Monday, September 9, 2013

Dr. Gayla Foster and Her Magic Teaching ..Keep It Up!

Dr. Gayla Foster is a piano angel,
The rhythms of her words of instruction
are very soothing and constructive,
She has patience, skills, and attitude
to keep budding pianist interested
in continued learning and competing.
Parents and students shall feel blessed
to have Dr. Foster as their trusted
piano mentor and instructor...
Keep students smiling...



Dr. Foster currently teaches art classes  at college of Education, Oklahoma State University,
here is a rating scale made by her students:

  http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=1087331
 



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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Autumn © Julie L. O'Connor

 
 
 
 
There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it's as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.

Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze,
I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts
For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.

So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.



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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Haiku on Water

 



 snowfall
 
 A drop of round dew
at the garden unfolding.
Gems of love renew.
.
Quiet while being cooked,
Melt tea leaves, form a smell,
Tasty, yummy, hot.
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No shape, not fixed,
Rain down near the window sill,
Free flow of safe will.










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