Shokran. Dank u wel. Paljon kiitoksia. Danke. Mahalo nui loa. Toda raba.
Nagyon köszönöm. Terima kasih. Thanks. Go raibh mile maith agaibh.
Domo arigato. Kamsahamnida. Gratias. Ευχαριστώ. Labai achiu. Salamat. Dziękuję.
Obrigada. Merci. Asante. Kop khun kha. Tesekkur ederim.
This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.
With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!
“I have to wonder if you’re not being slightly naive here. I mean, are you saying that you want nothing for people? You have no motives? Everybody has motives. Name the person, the circumstances, I’ll name the motive. Even saints have motives — to feel like saints, probably. … But still, the point of any relationship is obtaining something from another person.”
“Literally: This word should be deleted. All too often, actions described as “literally” did not happen at all. As in, “He literally jumped out of his skin.” No, he did not. Though if he literally had, I’d suggest raising the element and proposing the piece for page one. Inserting “literally” willy-nilly reinforces the notion that breathless nitwits lurk within this newsroom. Eliminate on sight—the usage, not the nitwits. The nitwits are to be captured”
“‘I suspect revenge is one of those things that’s better in principle than in practice. I mean, there’s no real satisfaction in making someone suffer because you have…. I mean, is the point to get justice — to balance out something unfair? Nothing does that. … The way to get over stuff, I think, is by forgetting.’(195)”
“What I really fear is time. That’s the devil: whipping us on when we’d rather loll, so the present sprints by, impossible to grasp, and all is suddenly past. My past — it doesn’t feel real in the slightest. The person who inhabited it is not me. It’s as if the present me is constantly dissolving. There’s the line of Heraclitus: ‘No man steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.’ That’s quite right. We enjoy this illusion of continuity, and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn’t the end of life but the end of memories.”(37)”
As I was uncharacteristically snap happy earlier, I took a pic of what I got from my bday GC.
These are mostly kitchen essentials, oh my lawd, this is a veritable sign that I am getting old, that I think and consider these as high-inducing gifts.lols. I most especially loved getting the mini food processor, I think I’m having a mixer fixation these days.
I made this post mostly to say thank you boring friends; Chuck, Glai, KC, Mariz, Shar, Yas with the special participation of the boyfriends.lols! My curmudgeon heart greatly appreciates the brunch and the GC gift, like lots. <333
Oooh, and Chuck & Shar! thanks for the notebook, I think I’ll fill that with lists. I have a habit of creating lists, although most of them are grocery lists or things to buy of some sort, but I’ll try to fill it with better and much more memorable things.hee
Saying goodbye to my pillow of 20+ years. We spent so many drool-ly and sweaty times together, I’ll never forget you…. lulz
As per request, a wishlist of sorts. I’m crossing off my hand mixer, a.) because it’s not really cost friendly.lols, and b.) my dad already got me one, haha, although i have yet to learn how to properly use it, since I couldnt mix or mince anything since I attempted to use it a few days ago.
Oh yeah, I was supposed to post other alternatives for the SM GC, so here goes, they’ll probably, and would mostly, are actually all books. Lame, is my name. :D
1. How To Talk About Books You Havent Read - Pierre Bayard
2. Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs - Chuck Klosterman
3. Sex and Sunsets - Tina Sandin
4. Fat White Vampire Blues - Andrew Fox
5. You Suck / or / The Stupidest Angel - Christopher Moore
6. The BFG - Roald Dahl
7. The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein - Peter Ackroyd
8. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
9. Something Fresh / or / Uncle Fred Flits By / or / Young Men in Spats / or / Piccadilly Jim / or / Heavy Weather - PG WodeHouse
Chapter II, An Open letter to the upcoming days of rain and thunder:
Hii there, it’s been almost a year since we last felt your might. Can I just say, you were pretty darn scary that time last October, dude you gave us floods that nearly toppled our front gate…Crraaazy. To think that our house is higher than normal and we almost contemplated on jumping ship and cruising down with a makeshift plank and rubber paddles.
Seriously. As that weather guy said earlier, or was that last week? Can’t really remember anything nowadays, my brain works in bursts, and at this time at night, it’s pretty much fried and stationary for the weekend..so it rambles and lingers on … wait, what was i saying. Oh, about that weather dude. Okay, it said you were about to visit again, in just a few days.
I’m quite scared actually, of you and your friends. Dude, if it’s okay, can we play nice this year? Summer was awful (oops, please don’t tell your Weather sister that) ahehehe :P so if there’s any way that we can request for it, can we not have a repeat or a…worse fate than last year?
Thank you rain and thunder, I’m midly excited to sip hot coco’s without fearing my shirt will be drenched in sweat.
