I heard that you did not have a judge to interview this month in the Bulletin, so I thought I'd help out. Besides, with the Stock Market tanking recently, it reminded me of the good old days.
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I have never for a minute felt in was my stock picking abilities. I feel that my stock picking abilities aided- I was able to pick out which are the good stocks in the good market, but I have been blessed with a great market.
quote by Jim Cramer
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The stock market can be down, but the stock market is not an indication of where people's spirits and enthusiam are, and where their intellectual energy is.
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Angeliou
Angeliou oh angeliou
Oh oh angeliou angeliou
Oh angeliou oh angeliou oh my angeliou
In the month of may
In the month of may
In the city of paris
In the month of may
In the month of may
In the city of paris
And I heard the bells ringing, and I heard the bells ringing
In the month of may
In the city of paris and I called out your name
In the month of may
In the city of paris
In the month of may
In the city of paris
Oh oh angeliou oh angeliou oh oh angeliou oh my angeliou
Walkin on a city street who would think you could ever be touched
By a total stranger, not me
But when you came up to me that day and I listened to your story
It reminded me so much of myself
It wasnt what you said but the way it felt to me
About a search and a journey just like mine
Will you be my baby
Will you be my baby now
Will you be my baby
Will you be my baby now
Angeliou oh angeliou
Angeliou oh angeliou
Yes I will yes I will yes I will
After she told all these things to me I said I got a story too
It goes something like this
song performed by by Van Morrison
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We had a booming stock market in 1929 and then went into the world's greatest depression. We have a booming stock market in 1999. Will the bubble somehow burst, and then we enter depression? Well, some things are not different.
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Recently
RECENTLY
by : Jim Croce
Used to be that I could see a reason to be happy cause I was free
But then, recently it seems Ive been lettin your memry get to me
Used to be that I could pretend that I wasnt really hurt back then
But then, recently it seems Ive been lettin your memry get to me
Cause Memries can be friends or they can take you to a place
that you never thought youd be again
And take you to a place that you never ever thought that you would see again.
Memries can be friends or they can take you to a place
that you never thought youd be again
And take you to a place that you never ever thought that you would see again.
Doesnt matter now who was wrong
The future is tomorrow cause the past is gone
And Im Findin that Im not as strong as I thought that I used to be
Cause recently it seems Ive been let-tin your memry geet to me.
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Song
The song reminded me of school,
it echoed of hymns sung
in big draughty halls,
reminded me of teachers,
leaning against cool radiators,
blue fingers, clasping hands in prayer.
It took me back to lines of children,
worn shoes, mornings with empty stomachs,
bellies full of fear.
It took me back to times
when teachers would hide
a cane behind their backs ready to strike.
At playtime we'd run wild,
take big gulps of fresh air
pretend we could run away
Then the bell would ring,
we'd stand stock still, hearts pounding
dreading the march back into school
and as I heard that song and hummed its tune
I sensed those never ending days.
poem by Ruth Walters
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One Of Those Days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
Just a certain way the wind blows
Just a certain way the sun glows
Its been one of those days that reminded me of us
And even though its over I never will get over
These feelings that I get on certain days
And I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of those days
Its been one of those days and my heart feels so heavy
And my mind is so full of thoughts of you
Its been one of those days and Id give my life to see you
And to once more know the love that we once knew
And even though its over I never will get over
Oh these feelings that I get on certain days
I guess I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of, one of those days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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If stock market experts were so expert, they would be buying stock, not selling advice.
quote by Norman Augustine
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What Do I Do
Heard you speak one time in an interview
Was the sweetest lil' thing I ever heard
(Sweetest lil' thing I heard)
My eyes going down on you like a parachute
I wanna creep wit' you and thats my word
(Creep wit' you and that's my word)
Now I been knowin, mommy, for a while now
(A long time)
And GOD know she's been good to me
(Real good, real good)
But uh, I can't help it when I see you smile
Some thing tells me what I'm doin to her
That you would do to me
So what do I do.........................
What do I do
What do I do
What do I do
Some body tell me what will I gain
What will I lose
What do I do
What do I do
What do I do
Somebody tell me what will I gain
What will I lose
Help me out
Now Proverbs 18 verse 22 says
Standin' by the wife defines a good thing
Lyin' by her side thinkin' of you
I got to get up, go to the toilet
Wash my face, and clear my head
I gotta take you to a broad way show
Cause I don't wanna go by self
I'm like a kid wit' two ice creams, baby
And I don't want either one to melt
Cause ever since I heard you speak in that interview
It is an awful feelin' if I hurt her
Then some day you gonna hurt me too
What do I do
What do I do
What do I do
Some body tell me
What will I gain
What will I lose
What do I do
What do I do
What do I do
Some body tell me
What will I gain
What will I lose
I heard that
What goes around
Comes back around
And you're gonna read what you saw
Then everyone knows
*Vamp Till Fades*
song performed by by R. Kelly
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You know, the market was down yesterday... my first thought when I heard-just on a personal basis, when I heard there had been this attack and I saw the futures this morning, which were really in the tank, I thought, Time to buy.
I never attempt to make money on the stock market. I buy on the assumption that they could close the market the next day and not reopen it for five years.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Stock market corrections, although painful at the time, are actually a very healthy part of the whole mechanism, because there are always speculative excesses that develop, particularly during the long bull market.
quote by Ron Chernow
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Stock watching
I speculated two scripts to rise
In the stock market today.
One went up and fed my pride
And the other slid down
Giving me relief
That I hadn’t bought it.
Stock watching is interesting.
16.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Judgement
The Judge looked down, his face was grim,
He scratched his ear;
The gangster's moll looked up at him
With eyes of fear.
She thought: 'This guy in velvet gown,
With balding pate,
Who now on me is looking down,
Can seal my fate.'
The Judge thought: 'Fifteen years or ten
I might decree.
Just let me say the word and then
Go home to tea.
But then this poor wretch might not be
So long alive . . .'
So with surprise he heard that he
Was saying 'Five'.
The Judge went home. His daughter's child
Was five that day;
And with sweet gifts around her piled
She laughed in play.
Then mused the Judge: 'Life oft bestows
Such evil odds.
May he who human mercy shows
Not count on God's?'
poem by Robert William Service
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Chicago Streets
So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.
So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.
So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me problems come to stay.
as I left, for a long time, those Chicago streets.
poem by Delilah Miller
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The Bulletin Hotel
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand—
Which, I’m told, is very tony—and its front looks very grand;
And I somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well,
Of a palace in Australia called The Bulletin Hotel.
Just a little six-room’d shanty built of corrugated tin,
And all round a blazing desert—land of camels, thirst and sin;
And the landlord is ‘the Spider’— Western diggers know him well—
Charlie Webb!—Ah, there you have it!—of the Bulletin Hotel.
’Tis a big soft-hearted spider in a land where life is grim,
And a web of great good-nature that brings worn-out flies to him:
’Tis the club of many lost souls in the wide Westralian hell,
And the stage of many Mitchells is the Bulletin Hotel.
But the swagman, on his uppers, pulls an undertaker’s mug,
And he leans across the counter and he breathes in Charlie’s lug—
Tale of thirst and of misfortune. Charlie knows it, and—ah, well!
But it’s very bad for business at the Bulletin Hotel.
‘What’s a drink or two?’ says Charlie, ‘and you can’t refuse a feed;’
But there’s many a drink unpaid for, many sticks of ‘borrowed’ weed;
And the poor old spineless bummer and the broken-hearted swell
Know that they are sure of tucker at the Bulletin Hotel.
There’s the liquor and the license and the ‘carriage’ and the rent,
And the sea or grave ’twixt Charlie and the fivers he has lent;
And I’m forced to think in sorrow, for I know the country well,
That the end will be the bailiff in the Bulletin Hotel.
But he’ll pack up in a hurry and he’ll seek a cooler clime,
If I make a rise in England and I get out there in time.
For a mate o’ mine is Charlie and I stayed there for a spell,
And I owe more than a jingle to the Bulletin Hotel.
But there’s lots of graft between us, there are many miles of sea,
So, if you should drop on Charlie, just shake hands with him for me;
Say I think the Bush less lonely than the great town where I dwell,
And—a grander than the Cecil is the Bulletin Hotel.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Bad Blood
Somehow... someway... somewhere
Bad blood - when you speak you know Ill listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now Ill miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
There are those who complain
There are those who cope
There are those who lose all belief
There are those who still hope
There are those who can solve our problems
There are those who live life like a tv...
Life like a tv soap
Gonna bring bad blood
Bad blood - when you speak you know Ill listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now Ill miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
There are those you should meet
There are those to avoid
There are those who act brave in defeat
There are those who feel destroyed
There are those who just mute the heartache
There are those for whom life aint over...
Life aint overjoyed
Gonna bring bad blood
Bad blood - when you speak you know Ill listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now Ill miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
And bad blood breeds bad
Whats good?
Whats good?
Whats good about goodbye?
Heartache...heartache...heartache...
Bad blood - when you speak you know Ill listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now Ill miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
And bad blood breeds bad
Bad blood... bad blood...
song performed by by Abc
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Interview Conceptual
INTERVIEW CONCEPTUAL
One of his most senior advisers took me to one side and said: 'If there is a question I do not like, I will tell the president not to answer it.'
'I'm sorry, ' I said, 'that's not the way we do interviews at the BBC.'
The aide grimaced but reluctantly agreed not to intervene.
Stephen Sackur
Presenter, BBC HARDtalk
the interview is conceptual map you'd better draw in a psychological awareness and with a think-good aesthetics.
(BBC interview with Myanmar president U THein Sein in sep,2012.
This Month Messiah
I'm just a pilgrim here looking for holy ground
I'm just a body lost but my soul can be found
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
I don't know where to turn when answers all fade clear
But I must find a place there's only questions here
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
I feel...feel like I'm on trial
Who made a judge of you
Are you this month's messiah
I am a fightin' man tired of living under the gun
But am I looking for love or am I looking to run
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
I heard...I heard it on the wire
That it's all up to you
Are you this month's messiah
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
song performed by by Nazareth
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Mom or son, who is guilty?
“Mr. John, do you plead guilty,
Or, say for this theft not guilty? ”
The judge asked the young thief,
At the end, this question in brief.
“No, My Lord, I’m not guilty,
I say this upon the Almighty.
To tell the truth, my mom is guilty,
For her care upon me faulty.”
“My dad passed away,
I still remember that day,
When my mom cried,
I was then just a child.”
“In my student days,
I stole in small ways,
Coins from my house.
But my mom ignored this.”
“When I was grown up,
My wants also grew up.
I became a pick pocket,
Around the busy market.”
“My mom didn’t say a word,
Much about me when she heard,
No corrective steps she had taken,
Nor, with a stick I was beaten.”
“For her fault, I bear the brunt.
I’m taken to the court front.
This is a lesson to every mom.
Now it’s my duty to inform.”
The judge found some reason in this,
But failed to admit the plea of his,
As his blame on the mom to shift,
Never did the law book permit.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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