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mars 2013

Touching story

TOUCHING STORY:

IMG_11670My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementar school where my mom came to say hello to
me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her,
threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has one eye!’ I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’ My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet
her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘’ How dare
you come to my house and scare my children!’ GET OUT OFHERE! NOW!!!’
And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,’ and she disappeared out of sight. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After there union, I went to the old shack just out of
curiosity. My neighbours said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. ‘My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With all my love to you, Your mother.’

MORAL LESSON:
Always LOVE your parents. They are a blessing
to you.

NOTE:
We only have one mom, so love her, you will
come to cry when she’s gone.

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Anti-cancer

Photo_814ABCAF-CD4D-488A-ECC2-545678134FDCI, finally, found a recipie to protect against the cancer by using our natural defence. Doctors, actually, can’t really cure this maladie but if you follow my recipie, you can always reduce and avoid by using our daily-easy-diet.

 » J’ ai toujours pense que le seul probleme de la medicine scientifique, c’ est qu’ elle n’ est pas suffisamment scientifique. Alors, une seule sollution est le pouvoir de la nature.  » dit David Servan-Scchreiber.

Se protéger:

  1. Avoid the industriel chimical products:
  • Avoid pesticides(It can be found on fruit’s skin; so peel it off before you eat it) and insecticides(you might using somepart of you body touching it directly-even smell; if you know avoid it).
  • Avoid overexposure to ultraviolet (UV) radiation.

Rebalance the Eating:

  1. Eat bio food
  2. Reduce the sugar, white flour, le source d’oméga-6: oil, cheese, milk, butter..
  3. Eat more le source d’oméga-3: fish, bio vagetables, tofu..
  4. Avoid or reduce Traditional Occidental Food but eat more Indain and Asian cuisine.

Movement:

  1. Do exercise 20-30 minutes at least of the physical activities.
  2. Sunbath 20 minutes everyday: synthesize the vitamine D.

Meditatation:

  1. Practice a self-methode mental exercise

Se libérer du sentiment d’impuissance:

  1. Avoiding depression, and stress n Mr. Podlaski is super-handsome ^^’ 

Le changement de societé

IMG_09470Le changement de societé

L’homme change son visage quand il est grandi par son âge. La société est la même chose. Elle change son visage par plusieurs conditions.

Tout d’abord, je m’intéresserai au changement social qui caractéristique des sociétés industrielles; de la société traditionnelle à la société industrielle, qui concerne de nouveau de technologies et sciences humaines. Le facteur démographique, dépuis la révolution industrielle; les gens se regroupent aux villes pour travailler ensemble, au contraire, dans la société traditionnelle, le gens habitent au rural. Le facteur technique, techniques matérielles: les machines, électricité sont replacées par hommes qu’il permet l’homme à travailler moins et gagne mieux avec la mieux qualité de la vie. Les produits sont plus de qualité et quantité. Le monde semble plus petit avec le réseau de communication & d’information élaboré et la transportation très divers et rapide. Ensuit, modernisation est aussi un grand facteur de changement de societé: L’économique est un besoins car la population augmente. L’homme a besoins de produit, travail.. On a besoins d’argent, totalement. Il faut donc faire la commerce avec les autres.

Pas Encore fini

The word  » fuck  » is very useful in English term.

FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!

Well, this time, my question est tres simple. Pourquoi Fuck est un mot tres useful and logical? You can use it everytime you want, it’s flexible.. You don’t know it yet that one of the most  interesting and colorful words in the English language today. Fuck everywhere, fuck everything, and fuck everytime. This time, I might wanna invent a new verb of » TO FUCK = To use word fuck « ; for instance, I fuck everytime I make the conversation via phone with my friends which means I use the word  » fuck » everytime I make the conversation  via phone with my friends. Kikikikiki…

It is a magical word. It can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. It can be used in all forms, tenses; for instance, Rotana fucked Rachana or Rachana was fucked by Rotana. It’s totally everything. Maintenant, je peux pas trouver des exemples mais bientot, je crois.

Raja’s rice! Don’t look down that little small thing!!

553370_10150727011673489_1681567757_n Once upon a time a long time ago, a girl named Rachana lived in a small village in Tdaravati Kingdom. Rachana loved elephants. She also loved numbers. So of course she loved all numbers to do with elephants. One day, it was Rent Collection Day, Rachana passed through the marketplace, she saw the Raja’s elephants parade carrying rice bags. No wonder that the people looked sad. The Raja had taken so much rice for himself that the whole village would be hungry. For thousands of years, the villagers had farmed on the Raja’s land.

The next day, all the Raja’s elephants were sick.  Doctors spent all day & most night in the elephant yard chanting & burning incense or other things to cure the elephants, but they got even sicker.

One morning, the Raja returned from a walk in the gardens found Rachana at the gate. Rachana asked Raja if she could help, and Raja allowed her and promised if Rachana could save them, she may choose her own reward. Rachana studied their feet, the pads, mouths, tusks, tongues, and the throat. When Rachana got the the first ear, she discovered a painful-looking infection inside the ear canal. She cleaned their ears and sang them a soothing song and went home.

At dawn the next day, when Rachana returned, the elephants were walking unsteadily around their yard. Raja was overjoyed. He declared a festival day and invited everyone in the land to the palace. Raja asked Rachana to name her reward. Rachana looked at the beautiful jewels on the table, diamonds.. She thought about hundreds of sack of rice they carried away from the village each year.  And then she noticed the chessboard.

Rachana asked the Raja to place 2 grains of rice on the first square of the chessboard, then 4 grains on the second square, 8 on the next, and so on, doubling each pile of rice till the last square. The villagers shook their heads sadly at Rachana’s choice. Raja was secretly delighted. A few piles of rice would certainly be far cheaper then this precious jewelry. Then he honored her request.

Two servants brought out a small bowl of rice and carefully placed 2 grains on the first square of the board, 4 on the second, 8 on the third, 16 on the fourth, 32 on the fifth, 64 on the sixth, 128 on the seventh, and finally 256 on the eighth square at the end of the row. Although 256 grains filled the eighth squared completely, they amounted to only a single teaspoon of rice.

The first square of the second row, the servants stood awkwardly, not knowing how to count out the rice which is 512 that is too high to count quickly. Rachana started to explain if the servant had 1 teaspoon of rice at the end of the first row, why not just put 2 teaspoons! So Raja ordered.

2 teaspoons on the first square of the board, 4 on the second, 8 on the third,  16 on the fourth, 32 on the fifth, 64 on the sixth, 128 on the seventh, and finally 256 on the eighth square at the end of the row which is  filled another bowl.

On the third row, the servant started to count by teaspoons again, but Raja cut in. Showing off his knowledge of math, Raja explain if the sixteenth square took two bowls of rice, the servants don’t need to count by teaspoon.

So the servant counted by bowls. 2 bowls on the first square of the board, 4 on the second, 8 on the third,  16 on the fourth, 32 on the fifth, 64 on the sixth, 128 on the seventh, and finally 256 on the eighth square at the end of the row which can completely filled a large wheelbarrow. The servants worked through the fourth row, wheelbarrow by wheelbarrow. The servants took elephants to get more rice from the first storehouse.

By late afternoon, the Raja had collapsed onto his couch. The servants started on the fifth row of the chessboard, and soon they where emptying entire storehouse into the courtyard. Within several square, rice poured from the windows of the palace and into the gardens beyond. By the middle of the fifth row, all of the Raja’s storehouses were empty. As Raja could not fill the chessboard but he could not break a promise as well. He asked Rachana what he could give her to be released from his vow.

Rachana  answered softly with a little smile that the Raja could give the people of the village the land they farm, and take only as much rice as the Raja need. Raja gazed at the mountains of rice that filled his palace and gardens, then out beyond the gardens to the fields the villagers farmed, stretching as far as he could see. He agreed her request.

“ I am a rich man, and it took all of the rice I owned to fill little more then one-half of the chessboard. How much rice would it have taken to fill the whole board?” Raja asked.

“ If you had kept doubling the rice to the last square of the chessboard, all of the Kingdom would be knee deep in rice” said Rachana, and smiled.

Apologize for my poor English writing!!

Why do we have to poop?

393398_10151183850003489_1379687441_nHmmm, je sais pas pourquoi il faut faire le ga ga tout le temps! It’s really a wasting time to take our time to poop everytime. But it seems like we have to do it almost everyday. Why do we have to?

I already know that what goes in, must come out. I even know that  a lot of what we eat has to be converted to energy then builds materials for our body. But why we still have to poop? Why doesn’t our body use all those food we eat? Why can’t we just convert everything we put into our bodies into useful materials? Can we eat a food that our body needs only?

Family is more important then money?

IMG_11180SON: « Daddy, may I ask you a question? »
DAD: « Yeah sure, what is it? »
SON: « Daddy, how much do you make an hour? »
DAD: « That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing? »
SON: « I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour? »
DAD: « If you must know, I make $100 an hour. »
SON: « Oh! (With his head down).
SON: « Daddy, may I please borrow $50? »
The father was furious.
DAD: « If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior. »

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

DAD: « Are you asleep, son? »

SON: « No daddy, I’m awake ».
DAD: « I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for. »

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: « Oh, thank you daddy! »
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD: « Why do you want more money if you already have some? »

SON: « Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do.

« Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you. »
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important

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