suggest & offer

rhay: hi ijan how are you doing?
ijan : im fine how about you?
rhay: im good. btw what we gonna do about extracurricular demonstration?
ijan : how about doing the same thing as last year?
rhay: i dont think so, we need to do something new about the demonstration due to covid 19
ijan : hmm you right, maybe we can make a video about our extracurricular activities
rhay: but where we going to make the video?
ijan : what about renting a futsal arena?
rhay: i think so too, lets inform to the other.

thats all

the sea king's daughter video

https://youtu.be/_DEb0BHYElI
its on youtube i cant post it in here beacause the size is to big

covid 19

stay safe guys, avoid going outside

A Russian's Folk Tales

the sea king's daughter

Long ago in the river port city called Novgorod the Great, there lived a young musician named Sadko.

Every day, a rich merchant or noble would send a messenger to Sadko’s door, calling him to play at a feast. Sadko would grab his twelve‑string gusli and rush to the banquet hall. There he would pluck the strings of his instrument till all the guests were dancing.

“Eat your fill!” the host would tell him later, pointing him to the table, and passing him a few small coins besides. And on such as he was given did Sadko live.

Often his friends would ask him, “How can you survive on so little?”

“It’s not so bad,” Sadko would reply. “And anyway, how many men can go to a different feast each day, play the music they love, and watch it set a whole room dancing?”

Sadko was proud of his city, the richest and most free in all Russia. He would walk through busy Market Square, lined with merchants in their stalls and teeming with traders from many lands. He never crossed the square without hearing tongues of far‑off places, from Italy to Norway to Persia.

Down at the piers, he would see the sailing ships with their cargos of lumber, grain, hides, pottery, spices, and precious metals. And crossing the Great Bridge over the River Volkhov, Sadko would catch the glint from the gilded roofs of a dozen white stone churches.

“Is there another such city as Novgorod in all the world?” he would say. “Is there any better place to be?”

Yet sometimes Sadko was lonely. The maidens who danced gaily to his music at the feasts would often smile at him, and more than one had set his heart on fire. But they were rich and he was poor, and not one of them would think of being his.

One lonely evening, Sadko walked sadly beyond the city walls and down along the broad River Volkhov. He came to his favorite spot on the bank and set his gusli on his lap. Gentle waves brushed the shore, and moonlight shimmered on the water.

“My lovely River Volkhov,” he said with a sigh. “Rich man, poor man—it’s all the same to you. If only you were a woman! I’d marry you and live with you here in the city I love.”

Sadko plucked a sad tune, then a peaceful one, then a merry one. The tinkling notes of his gusli floated over the Volkhov.

All at once the river grew rough, and strong waves began to slap the bank. “Heaven help me!” cried Sadko as a large shape rose from the water. Before him stood a huge man, with a pearl-encrusted crown atop a flowing mane of seaweed.

“Musician,” said the man, “behold the King of the Sea. To this river I have come to visit one of my daughters, the Princess Volkhova. Your sweet music reached us on the river bottom, where it pleased us greatly.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” stammered Sadko.

“Soon I will return to my own palace,” said the King. “I wish you to play there at a feast.”

“Gladly,” said Sadko. “But where is it? And how do I get there?”

“Why, under the sea, of course! I’m sure you’ll find your way. But meanwhile, you need not wait for your reward.”

Something large jumped from the river and flopped at Sadko’s feet. A fish with golden scales! As Sadko watched in amazement, it stiffened and turned to solid gold.

“Your Majesty, you are too generous!”

“Say no more about it!” said the King. “Music is worth far more than gold. If the world were fair, you’d have your fill of riches!” And with a splash, he sank in the river and was gone.

The next morning, Sadko arrived at the market square just as the stalls were opening. He quickly sold the golden fish to an astonished merchant. Then hurrying to the piers, he booked his passage on a ship leaving Novgorod that very day.

Down the Volkhov the ship sailed, across Lake Ladoga and the Gulf of Finland, and into the Baltic Sea. As it sped above the deep water, Sadko peered over the rail.

“In all the wide sea,” he murmured, “how can I ever find the palace?”

Just then, the ship shuddered to a halt. The wind filled the sails, yet the ship stood still, as if a giant hand had grasped it.

Some of the sailors cursed in fear, while others prayed for their lives. “It must be the King of the Sea!” the captain cried. “Perhaps he seeks tribute—or someone among us.”

“Do not be troubled,” called Sadko. “I know the one he seeks.” And clutching his gusli, he climbed the railing.

“Stop him!” shouted the captain.

But before any could lay hold of him, Sadko jumped from the ship and plunged below the waves.

Down sank Sadko, down all the way to the sea floor. The red sun shone dimly through the water above, while before him stood a white stone palace.

Sadko passed through a coral gate. As he reached the huge palace doors, they swung open to reveal a giant hall. The elegant room was filled with guests and royal attendants—herring and sprats, cod and flounder, gobies and sticklebacks, sand eels and sea scorpions, crabs and lobsters, starfish and squid, sea turtles and giant sturgeon.

Standing among the guests were dozens of maidens—river nymphs, the Sea King’s daughters. On a shell throne at the end of the hall sat the Sea King and his Queen.

“You’re just in time!” called the King. “Musician, come sit by me—and let the dance begin!”

Sadko set his gusli on his lap and plucked a merry tune. Soon all the fish swam in graceful figures. The seafloor crawlers cavorted. The river maidens leaped and spun.

“I like that tune!” declared the King. He jumped to the center of the hall and joined the dance. His arms waved, his robe swirled, his hair streamed, his feet stamped.

“Faster!” cried the King. “Play faster!”

Sadko played faster and the King’s dance grew wilder. All the others stopped and watched in awe. Ever more madly did he move, whirling faster, leaping higher, stamping harder.

The Sea Queen whispered urgently, “Musician, end your tune! It seems to you the King merely dances in his hall. But above us, the sea is tossing ships like toys, and giant waves are breaking on the shore!”

Alarmed, Sadko pulled a string until it snapped. “Your Majesty, my gusli is broken.”

“A shame,” said the Sea King, winding to a stop. “I could have danced for days. But a fine fellow you are, Sadko. I think I’ll marry you to one of my daughters and keep you here forever.”

“Your Majesty,” said Sadko carefully, “beneath the sea, your word is law. But this is not my home. I love my city of Novgorod.”

“Say no more about it!” roared the King. “Prepare to choose your bride. Daughters, come forth!”

The river maidens passed in parade before Sadko. Each was more lovely than the one before. But Sadko’s heart was heavy, and he barely looked at them.

“What’s wrong, musician?” the King said merrily. “Too hard to choose? Then I’ll wed you to the one who fancies you. Behold the Princess Volkhova!”

The princess stepped forward. Her green eyes were sparkling, and a soft smile graced her lips. “Dearest Sadko, at last we can be together. For years I have thrilled to the music you’ve played on the shore.”

“Volkhova!” said Sadko in wonder. “You’re as lovely as your river!”

But the Sea Queen leaned over and said softly, “You are a good man, Sadko, so I will tell you the truth. If you but once kiss or embrace her, you can never return to your city again.”

That night, Sadko lay beside his bride on a bed of seaweed. She’s so lovely, thought Sadko, so charming—all I ever hoped for. How can I not hold her?

But time after time, the Queen’s words came back to him—never return to your city again— and his arms lay frozen at his sides.

“Dearest,” said the princess, “why do you not embrace me?”

“It is the custom of my city,” Sadko stammered. “We never kiss or embrace on the first night.”

“Then I fear you never will,” she said sadly, and turned away.

When Sadko awoke the next morning, he felt sunlight on his face. He opened his eyes and saw beside him not the Princess Volkhova but the River Volkhov. And behind him rose the walls of Novgorod!

“My home,” said Sadko, and he wept—perhaps for joy at his return, perhaps for sadness at his loss, perhaps for both.

* * *

The years were good to Sadko. With the money that remained to him, he bought a ship and goods enough to fill it. And so Sadko became a merchant, and in time, the richest man in Novgorod. What’s more, he married a fine young woman and raised a family. Many a feast he would hold so he could play his gusli and watch his children dance.

Yet sometimes still on a quiet evening he would walk out of the city alone, sit on the bank, and send his tinkling music over the water. And sometimes too a lovely head would rise from the river to listen—or perhaps it was only moonlight on the Volkhov.

animalia

BEAVER

Beaver is a large, primarily noctural, semiacuatict rodent. rodent are a mammals of the order of rodentia. Beaver now only have two more species that are still alive that is, north american beaver, and euroasian beaver. Beaver are known for building a dam, canals, and lodge in a river. the north american beaver population was once more than 60 milion, but as of 1988 was 6-12 million. This population decline is the result of extensive hunting for fur, for glands for medicine and perfum.

about a scientific classification of beaver

kingdom  : Animalia

phylum    : Chordata

class         : Mammalia

order        : Rodentia

family      : Castoridae

genus       : Castor

Species    : C. Fiber (euroasian Beaver)

                  C. Canadensis (North America Beaver)

beaver are know for making dam. so how does the beaver build the dam? beaver have a small ear that can seal closed while swimming, beaver back teeth are used for chewing up the beaver food, beaver eat tree bark and other tough plant material, beaver front tooth are harder on the front side than on the back side this mean the back tooth wears away more cuickly, so the tooth stay sharp. the jawbone connect to powerfull muscle for a strong bite

before they build their lodge the beaver will build a fondation for a damn they will pile up mud and stone for the fondation, after building the fondation they will build the dam on top of the fondation the dam was made of branches and small tree trunk the beaver will put a mud and a water plant on their wood to help it bind together. the dam help the river build a pond that a quiet water so they can build their home there, the dam slow down the river flow so the lodge so their home do not wash away, they will build an underwater entrance it making it hard for predator to get inside. then after all of that was made the beaver will build a lodge or their home it will protect the beaver from predator and shelter them from cold and bad wheater. inside the lodge was a cozy chamber, raise up above the water level so it stay dry.

gaming expo

Gaming expo is an event about well-known games like pubg, it will be held at sabuga ITB on the time of 08:00 until 20:00. the gate will be open at 8am and it will be closed at 3am. in there will be held a tournament and the winner gonna gets a special price.
the price of the tiket is only 50K and the price to join the tournament is only 200K/TEAM
if you want the tiket you can contact the person at the flyer

Museum Gedung Sate

hello my friend!! I'm back with another theme today, I will tell you my trip to Museum Gedung Sate.

That day I went to Museum Gedung Sate with my friend, we go there because we want to refresh our mind and we thought it gonna be interesting in there. Museum Gedung Sate is locate at Jl.Dipenogoro No.22, Gedung Sate is a public building in Bandung, West Java, Indonesia. it was designed according to a neoclassical design incorporating native Indonesian elements by Dutch architect J. Gerber to be the seat of the Dutch East Indiesdepartment of Transport, Public Works and Water Management; the building was completed in 1920. 
     
      Before we go to the Museum we gather at Gasibu, then we go together to the museum. well, I was late that day so they already on the way to the museum. they waited for me in the back gate of Gedung Sate. after I gather with them we go to the museum. in there if we want to go in the museum we must paid only for Rp.5000. inside there are a lot of information about the Gedung Sate, There an information about Anyer-Panarukan too. when we go in there's a guider, he ask us if we want to join the movie about the Gedung Sate. then we go to the theatre room and here a clip of the movie

I'm not gonna show you the full video of the movie because its gonna be spoiler so if you want to know the movie go to the Museum Gedung Sate. there is a virtual reality in there to see Gedung Sate from above and its so freaking cool. there is a room with 8 tv in dark room with a lamp look like star at the roof. in there too have a corridor with some picture that made by West Java child. in the museum not only just information there's a lot of aesthetic place to take picture. and in there too have a cafe to rest. here some picture inside the museum

and there a corridor with some architecture on the wall 

well the museum not that large and there still a little bit visitor in there but it's a cool place to go for refreshing and its instagramable

That's all for now, thank you for reading this post, see you next time✌