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Save the Earth, Love the Earth...

I've never thought a spring break would be this boring. Ann Arbor seems like a cowboy town even when the Sun shines the day brilliantly. My only hope is that I won't rot in my room.
However, I just received my first copy of National Geographic Magazine yesterday. After about six months of its absence from my life, I welcome the magazine with an overjoyed heart. Its arrival is a goodly-timed arrival. No other time would be most suitable for it. If it had reached me later, certainly my only activity will be hibernation.
Oh how I remember its distinct smell, its distinct yellow border design, its interesting articles and its magnificent photographs. It reminds me of my younger days. It reminds me how innocent I was when I was small. It brings back sweet memories and usually, memory tells, when I was small, I would just stare at the front page, tantalized. Remembering that vivid memory, I tried to savor the front cover which features diamonds on a strawberry but what caught my eyes this time was not the red-monopolized photograph of the strawberry but rather, an article entitled "Danube River: Harmony and Discord".

I know what the Danube is from listening to Johann Strauss’ classic – Blue Danube. Feeling interested, I skipped all of the other sections and immediately was amazed by a picture featuring the ruins of the Freedom Bridge, a bridge that once ran across the Danube in Novi Sad before it was bombed by NATO a few years ago.
Yugoslavia is the home of the Slovak’s culture, the Russian’s closest ally. It’s also the home of Slobodan Milosevic who currently is being tried in the International Court of Justice at The Hague, The Netherlands.
The breaking up of Yugoslavia was the worst event in Europe's recent history. Through the process of secession, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Macedonia and Kosovo were born, leaving Yugoslavia’s only member, Serbia naked in the open field. Embarrassed and torn apart, Serbia decided that the other states secession from Yugoslavia is unjustified and must be prevented. Thus, the Balkans War was initiated by Serbian’s leader named Slobodan Milosevic. Under his command, Serbia sent troops to Bosnia and Croatia but the Bosnians and the Croats fought back with the help of the world community. The war closed its curtain with Serbia announced as the loser. Serbia was shaken and left weakened by the result of the war. During this period of grimness, Kosovo sought a chance for independence and won. Kosovo’s win did not come easy as the Serb tried hard to deny the independence of Kosovo. Fortunately for Kosovo, the West sees the fall of Yugoslavia as the final victory against the Slovak. The West aided the Kosovas. The Russian too realized this and tried hopelessly to help their ally. In the end, the Kosovo and the world won but nationalism received its major blow.

Back in The Hague, Milosevic is not being charged of genocide. Milosevic is not being tried because of crime against humanity but he is simply being tried because he was just trying to defend his homeland from chaos. Of course, the world community says that Slobodan Milosevic is a monster but if we look more closely, we will find that his struggle is justified and sacred. He was fighting in the name of nationalism.
The media of the West has highlighted the fight for independence as holy but it is true only if one is being invaded by an antagonist. The Afghans War was a war for independence but the Balkans War was not. The Balkans War was a fight for perseverance of a nation. The Balkans War has a lot of similarities with the America’s Civil War. If Slobodan Milosevic is guilty as charged, then Abraham Lincoln should be tried for committing a crime against humanity and Margerat Thatcher should be jailed for refusing the independence of Northern Ireland. The South was only fighting for its independence. The Irish is only fighting for their independence.
Therefore, I plead to the world for Slobodan Milosevic’s innocence. He was merely defending his homeland. He was just trying to preserve the integrity of the once proud Yugoslavia.

My guestbook was abused (I think hacked is a better word...) but the IP of the abuser is very familiar. My only hope is that he did this wihle using his laptop.

User IP-address: 128.113.194.185
Resolved address: marowak-16.dynamic.rpi.edu

Plus, a few data collected though ARIN.

Registrant:
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute
110 Eighth St
Troy, NY 12180
UNITED STATES

Contacts:

Administrative Contact:
Graham Doig
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute
VCC, Room 317
Troy, NY 12180-3590
UNITED STATES
(518) 276-2604
doigg@rpi.edu


Technical Contact:
Same as above

Name Servers:
NETSERV1.ITS.RPI.EDU 128.113.1.5
NETSERV2.ITS.RPI.EDU 128.113.1.3
NS1.APPLIEDTHEORY.COM
NS2.APPLIEDTHEORY.COM
NS3.APPLIEDTHEORY.COM

Information Technology Services (NET-RPINET)
110 8th Street
Troy, NY 12180-3590
US

Netname: RPINET
Netblock: 128.113.0.0 - 128.113.255.255

Coordinator:
Finke, Jon (JF78-ARIN) finkej@RPI.EDU
(518) 276-8185 (FAX) (518) 276-2809

Domain System inverse mapping provided by:

NETSERV1.ITS.RPI.EDU 128.113.1.5
NETSERV2.ITS.RPI.EDU 128.113.1.3

Record last updated on 03-Jan-1992.
Database last updated on 21-Feb-2002 19:56:30 EDT.

Voila!!! The 500th visitor is from Carnegie Mellon University of Pittsburgh. I think I know who it is but it's not important for me to reward her. It could be a he but I definitely think it’s a she.

Internet security - one of my greatest concerns for this week. I've installed a few firewalls and these firewalls work by blocking access to my computer (as any firewall would) and by telling me the ip addresses of the intruding persons or computers. I found out that most of the intrusions were harmless. I'd also for the first time tried to gain access into somebody else's computer without permission. I attempted a successful invasion against a computer in RPI, New York. It wasn't an invasion actually. It was merely a "data collection" activity. The activity was launched on my part as to race with that other person of whom would be a better data gatherer. I did nothing that could cause harm on that computer. Unfortunately the other person found out who accessed his computing machine. I did my best but the other guy is definitely a better gatherer. Nevertheless, I've obtained his ip.
It surprises me how the most important private information of an internet surfer can easily be obtained. With the ip address, one could find out the operating system and server information of another person easily. What was once a private information, now is a public information. It's amazing how this scenario had been decribed by George Orwell even before the creation of the internet. Truly, privacy does not exist. Truly, George Orwell has seen the future as clearly as God would have perceived.
At this moment, I have more than 30 ip addresses in my diskette, collected through various methods. These ip addresses belong to many friends that I've met and known throughout the years.
Frightened of losing my privacy, I’m forcing myself to learn on how to mask my ip address from any unforeseen lurkers. Once my effort is a success, I'll be the innocent shadow who will always be by your side.
I believe today, paranoia is not a psychological problem anymore. It's now a must for each and everyone of us.

Well, life goes on.
This spring, __earth.blogspot.com will be moved to earthInc.da.ru. Be sure to check it out next week.

By the way, I took another test and guess who am I?


Which tarot card are you?

This spring, coming to www.earthInc.da.ru. Watch that spot. A little improvement from The __earth Inc. web team. Huzzah for Gaia!!!

Test 27D4. Hey, this is just for the readers to savor while I being idle. Or, you can see it here...whatever. You decide.


Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?
P/S My url is now http://www.earthInc.da.ru.
P/S 2 An Imperial is on the loose in Malaysia

Almost all of the whole wide world hate the Americans right now. In Iran, the anti-American sentiment is going excessively high. Iraq, as always is disgusted by how the word United States of America sounds. I myself have a reservation toward the Americans. Hmm...
Let me rephrase that. I don't like the American's ways of running the government but that does not mean I hate the Americans.
After being more than half a year here, I found myself quite pleased with the Americans’ attitude. They are friendly, helpful, cheerful and full of "what's up?" I like them a lot.
The Malaysians are proud of their friendliness but I feel that the Americans are friendlier. They opened the door for you, they greet you 'morning', they say hi, they say what’s up. Unlike us, they do not laugh at mistake committed by somebody openly. Unlike us, they are very sincere and won’t be mad when you just criticize them sincerely. I like them a lot.
I found myself right now making a lot of American friends. First there's Matt, my Calculus II mate. I thought once the class is over, he'll just forget me. I'll be nothing more than another stranger who walks randomly in the street of Ann Arbor. However, I found out that whenever he meets me, the word "what's up" is audible. Delighted, I usually spend a few minutes talking to him, catching up things. Right now, I found out that he is in my Physics class. We usually sit together for the past days and discuss about physics. I had also visited his room which is just across the beautiful West Quad's courtyard. That's Rumsey House for those of you who live in Ann Arbor.
Another one of my friends that I'm close with is Jacob. Well, I can't really say that we are close but frequently, we talk a few things that aren't related to academic stuffs. I guess Americans are not that stuck up after all, in contrast with the current view in Malaysia. To add thing further, they aren't stupid either. Of course some of the Malaysians say that the Americans are ignorant of the world. Unfortunately, all of us are ignorant. The Americans are ignorant in certain things, I agree but everybody is an ignorant in their on way.
I like the Americans but still, when I'm playing Civilization 3, I'll whack the American.

Here is a letter I sent to the GreenPlanet's discussion group. In it, is one of the reasons that make me love The States. It's an edited version.
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By the way, do you know what I like about The States?
Well, they are not as clean as Singapore but at least the term recycle does exist here, unlike Malaysia. In our country, when it's time to dump something, they just dump but here, they say, "don't worry about the excess papers. We'll recycle it".
When I first arrived, I was a little bit disoriented with their usage of the term ‘recycle’. They don’t ‘dump’. They recycle and they really do what they say.
Back home, there a lot of differentiated bins for people to recycle but in the US, there are almost none. Here, they recycle even without those red-green-blue-yellow colored bins. I guess what makes these two countries different is the awareness towards the dying environment. Most Malaysians are unenlightened about recycling and they need to be educated.
By this, I am not admiring the US’ culture but their public practice on recycling is real, again, unlike Malaysia. They are so aware of the dying environment; they don’t use the word ‘dump’, ‘throw away’ etc. They use the word recycle. (Of course, the term is usually limited to recycling papers.)
If we can somehow educate our fellow Malaysians to this level where the public use the word ‘kitar semula’ instead of ‘buang sahaja’, then we‘ll have something to be proud of.
Are you seeing what I am trying to say?
Recycling is already becoming parts of the American's culture. We Malaysians must achieve the same level too. Of course, Malaysia Boleh, right?
Everything starts with recycling. It’s useless to fight the on major problem like some of us had said. It’s useless to take action on the fumbling Kyoto Pact or the depleting ozone layer or anything else that is big when you are nothing but a normal citizen (unless you a manager of a factory, maybe you can fight these biggie problems
on a small scale). But recycling is something that everybody can do.

If it is hard to educate the public, at least educate the children. Scold them when they waste needlessly, warn them when they are not recycling, do anything to encourage them to recycle because only through these children can we engrave recycling into our culture. Our nation achieves nothing until this is done. We can boast of having the best environmental-friendly incinerator in the region but that is nothing until the recycling culture is ours.

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To find out more about GreenPlanet, click here.

Here is a newsflash, one of the reasons that make me hate the US' administration.

...He held a knife high up in the dark.
He needed to be alone. I don't need anybody else. On the bed, he saw his best friend, his only friend sleeping quietly, looking as innocent as a newborn. How kind of him to me. He has been helping me to live a colorful life. He encourages me to live on when i needed death, he opens my eyes to a kinder world, showing to me that there's more to life than just cruelty.
The knife went up, higher, trying to search for a greater momentum. The force needed for the blunt knife to force through the skull will be great. I need more momentum. Higher still. Higher.
The knife was at its greatest potential energy. All his muscles were ready for the final blow. All was ready.
What are you doing? He heard another voice. A more kinder voice. I need to be left alone. I don't need him nor you. We are part of you. If you kill him, you're killing a part of yourself. No, that's not true. That was the final words that he ever spoke to his third self.
The bed was red and wet.
I'm free, he thought...

...One night, he was alone. The temperature outside was freezing but there was neither snow nor tiny droplets of water falling down from the sky. Cold it was, the blowing wind made the situation worse. A beggar would have begged for a shelter, nobody could bear standing at the mercy of the cold wind. The wind blew stronger, showing no sign of stopping. It just blew and blew. Even the huge trees bent under the power of the strong, heartless wind.
The sky was dark. Of course it is dark, he said to himself. It's in the middle of the night. It was ten pass two and it was definitely dark. The only illumination was the light from the street lamp posts. All other lights were off as tired people trying to find peace within their sleep. He walked slowly, enjoying the wind, enjoying the bliss of the darkness all alone. He walked slowly, he stopped and thought of something, he looked back and saw his room was bright. Damn, he scolded himself silently. You forgot to switch off the light. I'm sorry. It won't happen next time. He heard himself apologizing. Ignoring his principles at least for a while, he walked off, forgetting on purpose the light.
For some reason, he loved the strong wind. The wind was blowing against his face. His ears heard the wind whispering. His thick hair was simply exposed to the wind. The wind hurt his eyes but he ignored the pain in exchange for love for the wind. He felt the painful coldness in his face but he ignored the pain for the bliss. He needed the bliss. For a very long time, he had never felt anything like this. Even when he was in love, he had never been so peaceful with himself. He just continued walking but he didn't realize that he was walking. He eyes were wide open but he saw nothing. The vision that he was seeing didn't reach his mind as it was. All that he saw were black and white, just enough for him to distinguish between safety and danger. In his mind, there was nothing but nothingness. It was a pure bliss. He was at peace. It was cold but yet he didn't feel anything uncomfortable.
He could have stayed in bed but he couldn't. He was lacking the sleep that he needed but somehow, the need to sleep had been suppressed. He can't sleep. He refused to sleep. He needed all the time he could muster. He was tired but he couldn't rest. He needed somebody but he virtually an anti-social. He hates almost everybody. He even hates himself. You're stupid. He heard a voice inside his head. I am stupid. He echoed the words he heard. You could have done everything right but everything that could go wrong went wrong. I'm sorry. I tried. That's not good enough. I'll do better next time. It's too late. No it's not. There time for everything, I can prove myself. No you can't. You're a failure. No, I'm not. No I am not. He had an argument with himself. He was talking with himself, as usual. He always talks to himself. Everyday, he had a close companion to talk to. It was his only true friend. It was sincere, never a hypocrite like others. It helped him to go on. It helped him to choose life over death but now it was blaming him for everything.
He was too tired to be angered. He saw a wooden bench and decided to lay down to reduce the burden his vertebra was suffering. Do you see the moon? Yes, what about it? It's beautiful isn't. Yes. Look at that star. I've forgotten its name. Rigel? No. Vega? What the heck let it go. We don't need to know its name in order to enjoy its beauty. True, he said. True. He just laid down on the bench, falling half asleep. It was cold but he was not alone. You'll never leave me, won't you? No. I won't. Why do you ask? I'm scared of facing the world all alone. It's a harsh world for me. Don't worry; they won't hurt you as long as I'm with you. He smiled. He knew that those words hold no water. He knew that his friend will be leaving him soon enough. You are my best friend. He smiled. And you're mine. I'm lying to you. He said quietly, letting his other half heard nothing of it. I'm alone in this world and I will kill you, sooner or later. Sooner or later...

Deleted. Here is the spam that made me changed my mind about commiting *******. Hail the spammers!!!

Here is something that I think I should not have deleted.


I'm an Earth Spirit