Duration to write a blog post
( Senyru poem)
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time to write and read
is all bloggers ĥave in hand
keep it short and sweet
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I usually take an average of 10 minutes to write a short blog post like this one, and up to 30 minutes for those posts that would need more research.
It can take up to 1 week if I decide to do some cartoon drawings with a story.
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This blogger must be very fit and healthy!
Whenever I read blog posts about exercise, hiking, yoga, and dances, my first impression is “this blogger must be a very fit and healthy person!” Reading them reminds me to get up and do some exercises at home if I don’t join the group Tai Chi !
Quotes:
1. Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. – Joseph Addison
2. “Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live.”- Jim Rohn
Cancer and living on borrowed time?
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Cancer used to be
a frightening word!
It still is!
It is like a life sentence…
on borrowed time?
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With advances in science;
surgery, chemotherapy,
radiotherapy, targeted therapy,
hormonal therapy,
if money can buy them,
can we borrow more time?
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Live like there’s no tomorrow. Love like you’re on borrowed time. Always remember, It’s good to be alive.
Jason Gray
“Contact & Connection”
Today, i read a beautiful message, and i would like to share it with you all. “Contact & Connection” 😊🙏🏻
A Monk of the Ramakrishna Mission was being interviewed by a journalist from NY. The journalist started
interviewing the Monk as planned earlier.
Journalist – “Sir, in your last lecture, you told us about “Contact” and “Connection. “” It’s really confusing. Can you explain?”
The Monk smiled and apparently deviating from the question asked the journalist:
“Are you from New York?”
Journalist: “Yeah…”
Monk: “Who are there at home?”
The journalist felt that the Monk was trying to avoid answering his question since this was a very personal and unwarranted question. Yet the journalist said: “Mother had expired. Father is there. Three brothers and one sister. All married…”
The Monk, with a smile on his face, asked again: “Do you talk to your father?”
The journalist looked visibly annoyed…
The Monk: “When did you talk to him last?”
The journalist, suppressing his annoyance said: “May be a month ago.”
The Monk: “Do you brothers and sisters meet often? When did you meet last as a family gathering?”
At this point, sweat appeared on the forehead of the journalist.
It seemed that the Monk was interviewing the journalist.
With a sigh, the journalist said: “We met last at Christmas two years ago.”
The Monk: “How many days did you all stay together?”
The journalist (wiping the sweat on his brow) said: “Three days…”
Monk: “How much time did you spend with your Father, sitting right beside him?”
The journalist looked perplexed and embarrassed and started scribbling something on a paper…
The Monk: “Did you have breakfast, lunch, or dinner together? Did you ask how he was? Did you ask how his days are passing after your mother’s death?”
Drops of tears started to flow from the eyes of the journalist.
The Monk held the hand of the journalist and said: “Don’t be embrassed, upset or sad. I am sorry if I have hurt you unknowingly… But this is basically the answer to your question about “Contact and Connection .”” You have ‘Contact’ with your father, but you don’t have ‘Connection’ with him. You are not connected to him. Connection is between heart and heart…
Sitting together, sharing meals and caring for each other, touching, shaking hands, having eye contact, spending some time together… All your brothers and sisters have ‘Contact’ but no ‘Connection’ with each other…”
The journalist wiped his eyes and said : “Thanks for teaching me a fine and unforgettable lesson.”
This is the reality today.
Whether at home or in society, everybody has lots of contacts, but there is no connection. Everybody is busy in his or her own world. …
Let us not maintain just “contacts,” but let us remain “connected.”” Caring, Sharing and Spending time with all our dear ones.
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The Monk was none other than Swami Vivekananda.
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A million dollars message…..
🙏🙏🙏
A forwarded msg that’s worth sharing…
Singing ‘KISS ME’ and the meaning of a cheek kiss!
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kiss a family member on the cheek is an acceptable sign of respect and caring.
so is a hug!
to many, a kiss on the cheek is to say hello or to bade farewell
at work, a handshake is preferred, but a cheek kiss and a hug are still fine!
tis affectionate display of love is absent in some cultures, though.
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Are hugging and cheek- kissing your culture?
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate. We should celebrate this day by empowering women to be independent, financially stable, giving them incentives so they excel well and be self defensive. Because women are blessings and called the mother of the world.
Women’s Empowerment Day
In the grand theater of life, there exists a dance – a cosmic ballet where every step echoes through eternity. They call it karma. Why, you ask? Because karma is a silent weaver, threading the fabric of destiny. It whispers to the universe, Balance must be maintained. For every act of kindness, a note is […]
The Dance of Karma
The herculean task of pulling out an airport trolley
Finally, I reached the baggage claim area.
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I went to a row of airport trolleys.
After several tugs, I gave up.
I asked a young man nearby
with a trolley, for help.
“No, cannot!”
I was taken aback,
disappointed with his curt reply.
I approach the next young man walking by.
“Sure,” without hesitation,
he pulled out a trolley,
after at least three strong jerks!
I thanked him profusely.
Then I stood waiting for my luggage
next to the first young man.
An elderly couple came next to us.
“Wait here, honey. I go get a trolley,”
he handed his hand luggage to her.
I watched him trying to pull out
a trolley in vain.
He walked back to his lady
shrugging his shoulders dejectedly.
I stopped yet another young man
who was passing by,
if he could get me a trolley.
He looked bigger and strong.
He glanced at my trolley
but went on to pull at a trolley.
He pressed and pulled,
pressed and pulled!
Finally, he got one out for me.
I pushed it to the elderly frail looking couple,
“here, this trolley is for you.
Hope you enjoy your stay in my country!”
They were surprised
and began thanking me a lot.
“Not me, it’s this young man here!”
pointing to the strong young man.
I went back to my earlier space
and heard him replying,
“you’re welcome!”
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The first young man
must have had
a tough time pulling a trolley, too!
I forgave him!
Sometimes, we’re tested, not to show our weakness, but to discover our strength.
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“There’s strength in acknowledging our weaknesses and asking for assistance.”
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I would like to repost an old article, recalling that in 2024 it occurs twice: today 13th September and next 13th December. On this date some people avoid flying on a plane, going to work, or even getting out of bed. And it was on Friday, October 13, 1307 that King Philip IV of France […]
It’s Friday 13th – the unluckiest day!
Chen Song Ping 