Day 1
Monday, January 25, 2010
Rodents Rodents Go Away
24 January 2010
Rodents rodents go away
Never ever come back this way
Rodents, rodents, I shall bid you Goodbye, Elalleqa, Khodaa haafez, Aabar dekha hobey, Donadagohvi, Hagoonea, Ahoj, Ja ne / じゃ, Ja mata ne / じゃまたね, Auf Wiedersehen, Bis dann, Tschüss, Ade, Tschau, Bis Spater, Arrivederci, Addio, Ciao, Buona sera, Au Revoir,Hejdå, Aloha, Le'hitraot, Shalom, Aavajo, Adios,Paalam,Zai Jian, Zoi Geen, Farvel, Namaste, Alvida, Ayo, Rub Rakha, Żegnaj, Adeus, Tchau, Poka/Пока, Selamat pergi dan jangan kembali, Tot ziens, Dag, Doei, 再见, Yasou (YAH-soo), Hwyl fawr, Anyeonghi Gasyeo, Näkemiin, Hyvästi, Te veo despues, Vale, Valete, La revedere, Veloma, Sige la, Khuda Hafiz, Zai jian, Ha det bra, Ha det, Sees, Snakkes, Vida parayunnu, Vidaiperukiren, Poitu Vaarein, Slan, Aavajo, Чао.
Rodents rodents go to Spain
Never show your face ever again!!!
Rodents rodents go away
Never ever come back this way
Rodents, rodents, I shall bid you Goodbye, Elalleqa, Khodaa haafez, Aabar dekha hobey, Donadagohvi, Hagoonea, Ahoj, Ja ne / じゃ, Ja mata ne / じゃまたね, Auf Wiedersehen, Bis dann, Tschüss, Ade, Tschau, Bis Spater, Arrivederci, Addio, Ciao, Buona sera, Au Revoir,Hejdå, Aloha, Le'hitraot, Shalom, Aavajo, Adios,Paalam,Zai Jian, Zoi Geen, Farvel, Namaste, Alvida, Ayo, Rub Rakha, Żegnaj, Adeus, Tchau, Poka/Пока, Selamat pergi dan jangan kembali, Tot ziens, Dag, Doei, 再见, Yasou (YAH-soo), Hwyl fawr, Anyeonghi Gasyeo, Näkemiin, Hyvästi, Te veo despues, Vale, Valete, La revedere, Veloma, Sige la, Khuda Hafiz, Zai jian, Ha det bra, Ha det, Sees, Snakkes, Vida parayunnu, Vidaiperukiren, Poitu Vaarein, Slan, Aavajo, Чао.
Rodents rodents go to Spain
Never show your face ever again!!!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Very interesting findings: might grab your attention
7 January 2010, Thursday
Holy Qur'an
That mention one thing is equal to another,
i.e. men are equal to women.
Although this makes sense grammatically,
the astonishing fact is that the number of times the word man appearsin the Holy Qur'an
is 24 and number of times the word woman appears is also 24,
Therefore not only is this phrase correct in the grammatical sense but also true mathematically,
I.e. 24 = 24.
Holy Qur'an where it says one thing is like another.
See below for astonishing result of the words mentioned number of times in Arabic Holy Qur'an
Dunia (one name for life) 115.
Aakhirat (one name for the life After this world) 115
Malaika (Angels) 88 ..Shayteen (Satan) 88
Life 145 ...... Death 145
Benefit 50 . Corrupt 50
People 50 .. Messengers 50
Eblees (king of devils) 11 . Seek refuge from Eblees 11
Museebah (calamity) 75 . Thanks 75
Spending (Sadaqah) 73 . Satisfaction 73
People who are mislead 17 . Dead people 17
Muslimeen 41 . Jihad 41
Gold 8 . Easy life 8
Magic 60 . Fitnah (dissuasion, misleading) 60
Zakat (Taxes Muslims pay to the poor) 32 ........
Barakah (Increasing or blessings of wealth) 32
Mind 49 . Noor 49
Tongue 25 . Sermon 25
Desite 8 . Fear 8
Speaking publicly 18 . Publicising 18
Hardship 114 .... Patience 114
Muhammed 4 . Sharee'ah (Muhammed's teachings) 4
Man 24. Woman 24
And amazingly enough have a look how many times
the following words appear:
Salat 5, Month 12, Day 365,
Sea 32, Land 13
Sea + land = 32+ 13= 45
Sea = 32/45*100q.= 71.11111111%
Land = 13/45*100 = 28.88888889%
Sea + land 100.00%
Modern science has only recently proven that the water covers
71.111% of the earth, while the land covers 28.889%.
Is this a coincidence? Question is that who taught Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) all this?
Reply automatically comes in mind that ALMIGHTY ALLAH taught him.
This as the Holy Qur'an
Aayah 87 of Suraa (Chapter) Al-Anbia
Para 17:
LA ILAHA ILA ANTA
SUBHANAKA INI KUNTU MINA ZALIMEEN.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I hid behind the Wimpy Kid and soared like a bird
4 January 2009, Monday
I felt like a robot today
I woke up feeling grouchy. Like a robot, I went down to prepare breakfast for my husband and sons. Today is one day I didn't feel like doing housework, though the laundry was fast piling up. And everywhere looked a mess. This is the third month that I'm without a maid.
Please, I don't feel like being responsible today
I didn't want to work on my translation. I just felt very tired. I didn't want to cook. I didn't feel like eating. I just didn't feel like working. All I felt like doing was to laze around doing nothing. I didn't want to do anything that reminded me of responsible behaviour. It was that kind of day.
Pounding headache, is it really?
As I sipped my hot teh tarik, I felt a pounding headache. It was this dull throb all over my head. Perhaps I should retire to bed again, though the clock showed 8:15 a.m. I've been nursing shoulder and neck pain the last week or so.
Amy I really sick?
As I placed the dishes in the sink, I felt my muscles were beginning to ache. In fact, all my joints were screaming in pain. And that could mean only one thing for me. I was coming down with the flu. I reckoned that would be a justifiable excuse to stay in bed all day.
Sleep eluded me, as always
I climbed the steps wearily, shuffled to my bed, and wiggled under the comforters and shut my eyes. Tried as I might, sleep eluded me. I was completely awake. I ought to get up. But no, there was that pounding headache, the pain in my joints and the searing and shooting pain down my right arm. I was beginning to sniffle. Oh, the dreaded flu.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
I grabbed the tissues and glanced at my side table and saw a book which my youngest son, Khairi had insisted on buying a few days ago. (My son is not known to like reading very much, unlike my daughter, who is a vociferous reader like me), so that piqued my curiousity. I removed the book "Diary of a Wimpy Kid: novel in cartoons", settled against my pillows and starting flicking through the pages.
I buried myself in the Wimpy Kid
The morning was moving along and so was my reading. Another 100 pages and I was stretching. I wouldn't say I was mesmerised by this book as I usually avoided reading cartoons but this book was quite different. And perhaps to justify remaining in bed, I also wanted to find out for myself what triggered my son's interest in reading as he managed to finish reading this book in one reading. And he had also insisted in buying Book 2 and 3 (which I readily and gladly agreed if only he would continue having an interest in reading).
Laziness continued to envelope me
Oh boy, I should try to get up and work on my translation as I have to complete this project by mid February. I should at least get up to do the laundry. Perhaps, I wasn't really sick. I wasn't getting the flu after all. In fact, I didn't really want to be sick.
May I please have a little time for myself?
If truth be known, all I wanted was a little time off, a little time for myself. Time where I didn't need to worry about the mess in the house, that little time where I didn't need to worry if there's food laid on the table for my kids, that little time where the laundry could wait. I'm certain my family was resourceful enough to scrounge clothing from their messy wardrobes.
I wasn't a child anymore
I needed to foster myself away from people, household chores, my project and the outside world. Did I have to wait to be sick to do that? I still remember that as a child, the only respite from school or household chores was being sick. But I wasn't a child anymore. Did I have to pretend that I was coming down with the flu or manufacture aches and pains to give myself a break? No, I decided. I didn't. I think I'm entitled to a break when I see fit.
A feat: I whacked the Wimpy Kid (216 pages) in one reading)
Admit it old girl. Accept it. To heck with the guilt. Just enjoy your break. What would I like to do? Pamper myself? Doing what? Be a hermit like my student, Sumedha? Highly unlikely? Read? So, I continued reading and lazing in bed. And along with the Wimpy Kid, I tossed out the guilt and once again settled against the pillows and continued chasing the Kid.
And guessed what? I finished reading a 216-page in one reading and that was a feat. By then, my eyes were feeling droopy and I was feeling rather exhausted. With a grateful sigh, I switched off my side table, and this time, sleep did not escape me. I snoozed off right away.
Hey, the aches and throbs are gone
Funny how the aches subsided in the comfort of my snug bed. They just slipped away with the cozy comforter covering and enveloping me. My head felt just fine, the throbbing feeling replaced by a sense of well-being.
By mid day, I was up on my feet, feeling refreshed psychologically, spiritually, and physically. And rather than feeling guilty and helpless, I felt rejuvenated. I had given myself permission to listen and respond to my own needs, to care for myself the way I have minded and tended to my husband and sons.
Soaring like a bird
Hey, I didn't actually need the prop and support of an illness to give myself a break. I'm no longer a child who needed to hide behind an illness excuse to get a respite from school or household chores. I felt liberated today. And I realised with a jolt that it's the simple things in life that would set me free. I felt vindicated. And, oh boy, the feeling is oh soo GOOD!!
I felt like a robot today
I woke up feeling grouchy. Like a robot, I went down to prepare breakfast for my husband and sons. Today is one day I didn't feel like doing housework, though the laundry was fast piling up. And everywhere looked a mess. This is the third month that I'm without a maid.
Please, I don't feel like being responsible today
I didn't want to work on my translation. I just felt very tired. I didn't want to cook. I didn't feel like eating. I just didn't feel like working. All I felt like doing was to laze around doing nothing. I didn't want to do anything that reminded me of responsible behaviour. It was that kind of day.
Pounding headache, is it really?
As I sipped my hot teh tarik, I felt a pounding headache. It was this dull throb all over my head. Perhaps I should retire to bed again, though the clock showed 8:15 a.m. I've been nursing shoulder and neck pain the last week or so.
Amy I really sick?
As I placed the dishes in the sink, I felt my muscles were beginning to ache. In fact, all my joints were screaming in pain. And that could mean only one thing for me. I was coming down with the flu. I reckoned that would be a justifiable excuse to stay in bed all day.
Sleep eluded me, as always
I climbed the steps wearily, shuffled to my bed, and wiggled under the comforters and shut my eyes. Tried as I might, sleep eluded me. I was completely awake. I ought to get up. But no, there was that pounding headache, the pain in my joints and the searing and shooting pain down my right arm. I was beginning to sniffle. Oh, the dreaded flu.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
I grabbed the tissues and glanced at my side table and saw a book which my youngest son, Khairi had insisted on buying a few days ago. (My son is not known to like reading very much, unlike my daughter, who is a vociferous reader like me), so that piqued my curiousity. I removed the book "Diary of a Wimpy Kid: novel in cartoons", settled against my pillows and starting flicking through the pages.
I buried myself in the Wimpy Kid
The morning was moving along and so was my reading. Another 100 pages and I was stretching. I wouldn't say I was mesmerised by this book as I usually avoided reading cartoons but this book was quite different. And perhaps to justify remaining in bed, I also wanted to find out for myself what triggered my son's interest in reading as he managed to finish reading this book in one reading. And he had also insisted in buying Book 2 and 3 (which I readily and gladly agreed if only he would continue having an interest in reading).
Laziness continued to envelope me
Oh boy, I should try to get up and work on my translation as I have to complete this project by mid February. I should at least get up to do the laundry. Perhaps, I wasn't really sick. I wasn't getting the flu after all. In fact, I didn't really want to be sick.
May I please have a little time for myself?
If truth be known, all I wanted was a little time off, a little time for myself. Time where I didn't need to worry about the mess in the house, that little time where I didn't need to worry if there's food laid on the table for my kids, that little time where the laundry could wait. I'm certain my family was resourceful enough to scrounge clothing from their messy wardrobes.
I wasn't a child anymore
I needed to foster myself away from people, household chores, my project and the outside world. Did I have to wait to be sick to do that? I still remember that as a child, the only respite from school or household chores was being sick. But I wasn't a child anymore. Did I have to pretend that I was coming down with the flu or manufacture aches and pains to give myself a break? No, I decided. I didn't. I think I'm entitled to a break when I see fit.
A feat: I whacked the Wimpy Kid (216 pages) in one reading)
Admit it old girl. Accept it. To heck with the guilt. Just enjoy your break. What would I like to do? Pamper myself? Doing what? Be a hermit like my student, Sumedha? Highly unlikely? Read? So, I continued reading and lazing in bed. And along with the Wimpy Kid, I tossed out the guilt and once again settled against the pillows and continued chasing the Kid.
And guessed what? I finished reading a 216-page in one reading and that was a feat. By then, my eyes were feeling droopy and I was feeling rather exhausted. With a grateful sigh, I switched off my side table, and this time, sleep did not escape me. I snoozed off right away.
Hey, the aches and throbs are gone
Funny how the aches subsided in the comfort of my snug bed. They just slipped away with the cozy comforter covering and enveloping me. My head felt just fine, the throbbing feeling replaced by a sense of well-being.
By mid day, I was up on my feet, feeling refreshed psychologically, spiritually, and physically. And rather than feeling guilty and helpless, I felt rejuvenated. I had given myself permission to listen and respond to my own needs, to care for myself the way I have minded and tended to my husband and sons.
Soaring like a bird
Hey, I didn't actually need the prop and support of an illness to give myself a break. I'm no longer a child who needed to hide behind an illness excuse to get a respite from school or household chores. I felt liberated today. And I realised with a jolt that it's the simple things in life that would set me free. I felt vindicated. And, oh boy, the feeling is oh soo GOOD!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
today, I'm deliriously happy
1 january 2010, saturday
i'm
happy as a LARK
busy as a BEAVER
bright as a BUTTON
hungry as a BEAR
bold as a BRASS
brave as a LION
calm as a MILLPOND
clear as a BELL
clean as a WHISTLE
cool as a CUCUMBER
different as CHALK from CHEESE
fresh as a DAISY
quick as LIGHTNING
sturdy as an OAK
snug as a BUG in a RUG
solid as a ROCK
strong as an OX
clean as a NEW PIN
right as RAIN
fit as a FIDDLE
keen as MUSTARD
fragrant as HEATHER
chirpy as a CRICKET
bubbly as BATH WATER
shiny as NEW MONEY
good as GOLD
free as the SEA
time rushes by like a COMMUTER late for work
drifting like CLOUDS
like a memory rustling through the LEAVES
i'm deliriously HAPPY- i'm just STUMPED for WORDS!!!
i'm
happy as a LARK
busy as a BEAVER
bright as a BUTTON
hungry as a BEAR
bold as a BRASS
brave as a LION
calm as a MILLPOND
clear as a BELL
clean as a WHISTLE
cool as a CUCUMBER
different as CHALK from CHEESE
fresh as a DAISY
quick as LIGHTNING
sturdy as an OAK
snug as a BUG in a RUG
solid as a ROCK
strong as an OX
clean as a NEW PIN
right as RAIN
fit as a FIDDLE
keen as MUSTARD
fragrant as HEATHER
chirpy as a CRICKET
bubbly as BATH WATER
shiny as NEW MONEY
good as GOLD
free as the SEA
time rushes by like a COMMUTER late for work
drifting like CLOUDS
like a memory rustling through the LEAVES
i'm deliriously HAPPY- i'm just STUMPED for WORDS!!!
An excerpt...
31 December 2009, Thursday
An excerpt of the many poignant e-mails I received from my ex-students after I retired from lecturing.
An excerpt of the many poignant e-mails I received from my ex-students after I retired from lecturing.
Dear teacher, I do not know how to address you because once you were amother as well as a teacher to us. Youwere a good friend too. I wanted to write to you earlier too. I was waiting tochat with you. Ok I suppose we will be fortunate to meet each other again. I amwaiting for that day. By the way now I am adjusting my lifestyle according to thissociety. Now it is not so easy. Lots ofthings have changed. These days I am trying to cope with my job. Teaching.Already I started my work here. These are my news. With the hope of seeing yousoon, I’ll stay. Thanks you for everything you did for us. Still I can remember every words you utteredwith us. Those lovely memories will last forever. With kind regards I am gothama REV. U. GOTHAMA THERO Ancient Weheragalla Temple, Mirissa, Sri Lanka. T.P. 0094714395774 0094715478892 Fax. 0094412250321 skype:- gothama3 MAY THE BLESSINGS OF TRIPLE GEMS BE WITH YOU! |
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