tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22454923130652504682024-03-14T03:32:08.487-04:00Just-talking-out-loudUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger637125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-67171737490627451802022-08-09T13:52:00.002-04:002022-08-09T13:52:28.708-04:00I'm tired <p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I follow <a href="https://twitter.com/CanadaPaintings/status/1555841112996302848/photo/1" target="_blank">@CanadaPaintings</a> on Twitter. Sometimes, I can get lost in some of those photos. I got to start painting again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A colleague told me that she decided to retire early and do art for a living. Why can't I just do that? Why am I not brave enough to do cooking or painting for a living? </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-90782550804255230402019-03-08T10:26:00.000-05:002019-03-08T10:26:00.219-05:00Spring cleaning <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is customary to do a deep cleaning of your home right before Norooz, Iranian new year. People wash their walls, windows, rugs, and basically everything. This is not really a tradition for my mom. She is very clean and organize. She never allows for the dust to stay. So basically her home is always spotless. I wish I could say the same thing for my own home. </span><div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, since I don't really have time to clean my house, I can at least dust this blog. It always makes me happy to visit this place and read my own posts as well as the visitors comments. One of my goals for this year is not allow this blog to gather dust again. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-60872019661953603422016-12-11T21:01:00.001-05:002016-12-11T21:02:53.630-05:00Dill rice<p dir="ltr">I can smell the dill and rice on my hands and my clothes. I normally don't like the smell of the food on me but dill rice is different.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am enjoying the smell and let it take me to far far away places, north of Iran, when I was only a young girl. It warms my heart. it takes me back to those Norooz <u>and</u> summer holidays. It reminds me of those family gathering. </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-22345067617900875062016-12-08T18:47:00.001-05:002016-12-08T18:47:25.302-05:00Job Interviews<p dir="ltr">Job interviews are like going on a date. You spend sometime with strangers trying to impress them and get to know them. Then, you go home and wait for them to contact you back. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been 4 weeks since my 2nd interview with an office and they did not have the decency to call or email me to let me know they have decided to go with someone else. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are responsible in hiring people, treat them with respect. Don't let them wait for you. Help them to move on.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-63315504665120512992015-04-14T15:46:00.001-04:002015-04-15T18:21:26.940-04:00Things that really matter <p dir="ltr">I remember once when I was in school, couple of friends suggested skipping the class and going to see a movie. Of course the nerd in me couldn't handle the stress of missing a lecture. So I announced that I wouldn't go with them but I would gladly go to class and share my notes with whoever likes to have them later.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't recall the content of that lecture nor do I recall the course but I never forget that I didn't watch 'the <a href="http:// http://m.imdb.com/title/tt0168482/">Banu Ordibehesht'</a> with my friends.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-49033002162021880322015-04-02T19:01:00.001-04:002015-04-02T19:18:56.429-04:00Write it down, make it happen<p dir="ltr">My sister gave me this book by Klauser 2 Christmases ago. I finally picked it up today and I'm on page 50 now. It is an easy read and I am wondering why I didn't read it sooner. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The whole concept and the idea of the book is not new to me. I heard it before. If you have a goal or if you want to get some thing in life, write it down and it will become true. Once I wrote a list while back, when I lived in Vancouver and I forgot about it. Couple of years later, when I was going through my stuff and decluttering  for my move, I came across it. I went through the list and I realized that one of the items in the list was 'to live in a place with wood burning fireplace'. At a time, my tiny little apartment had a fireplace. </p>
<p dir="ltr"> Recently, I have come across many bloggers who blog full time and earn money; this is their job. I have to admit, I envy them and wonder how they have become so successful. Many of them are full time moms. They have either published books or got a contract to write their first book. I wonder what about those professional writers who put their hearts and soles in their writings and what to get published. I'm not saying they don't deserve it because I have not read their books nor followed their entir blogs. So I shouldn't judge them but I am allowed to wonder.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-31806799446148537392015-04-02T18:51:00.001-04:002015-04-02T18:51:02.474-04:00May I see some I'D? <p dir="ltr">One night 5 friends walked into a bar. The oldest one was asked to show her ID.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Those days are clearly gone now.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-67732469819318631132015-02-22T12:11:00.001-05:002015-02-22T12:24:20.250-05:00Those golden times<p dir="ltr">There was a time that group of us wrote regularly. There was a time that we had our very own community. There was a time that I spent many hours thinking and drafting what I wanted to write next. There was a time that publishing a new post or comment was very satisfying. I miss those times and that person; who was practicing reflection daily; who had a purpose in life; and who was all about self improvement. I miss the habit of blogging. I miss the togetherness with my virtual friends. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to start writing a weekly gratitude journal. I need to back on track.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What I'm the most grateful this week is for my lovely protective family.<br>
I'm grateful that dispite all problems with health care in Quebec, we can still rely on them.<br>
I'm grateful for sitting by the fireplace in this cold winter.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-38827825139413410592015-01-24T20:46:00.002-05:002015-01-24T20:46:55.569-05:00hard daysJust remember that this shall pass too.<br />
Let me be grateful for all the things I have and dream for things that I want to have.<br />
Let me be grateful that as long as the issue is not health related noting is important to be worry about.<br />
Let me try to be strong and stand for myself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-23512828653238340392014-10-19T22:44:00.002-04:002014-10-19T22:44:34.241-04:00Happiness Booster <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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“They say in Quebec that if you are conceived on a night when your parents are drinking, then you are going to be melancholic your whole life. If your parents conceived you the first time they ever had sex, then you will be lucky your whole life, and everyone you meet will fall madly in love with you.” P. 103<br />
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After a very hectic weekend and two moves later, I am sitting in my new living room, surrounded by boxes, smelling the rain and enjoying the breeze.
I am looking at the wedding pictures my friend sent me today. It was absolutely lovely ceremony and I enjoyed my role as the made of houner. Basically I was just holding a beautiful bouquet of lilies and orchids next to the bride. This is another advantage of having a small wedding. No one gets stressed out over the details. All the guests get to know each others. Everyone will have fun. I just wish that my plus one came with me that night. I miss him now.<br />
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The life, faith, destiny or whatever you want to call it is very peculiar. You never know what might come up and in what sort of situation you might find yourself. The only think you can hope for is that the good things come before you and you meet good people who are generous with their hearts.<br />
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Enjoy this song by Jill Barber, http://youtu.be/ntvEgliyQXM . I just discovered her recently through her last album, Chansons.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-24045456011105428302014-07-06T21:23:00.003-04:002014-07-06T21:32:11.687-04:00breathtaking sceneries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I went for my first canoe camping this weekend and it was amazing. I really enjoyed the canoeing and the sceneries. No wonder the aboriginal people were using canoes to travel around this vast country. There are so many lakes, rivers, and waterfalls and I have only seen a little bit of it so far.<br />
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I was away from internet and phone for the past two days. The only sound I heard was the bullfrog, our neighbour in the camp site, and the loon. My back and arms are sore because of paddling, I have thousands of mosquito bits, and a little bit of sunburn. When you are a novice camper, these things happen; you just need to do it more often.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-34806741279190442202014-07-04T15:25:00.000-04:002014-07-04T15:26:31.250-04:00BookBenchs in London I think <a href="http://www.booksabouttown.org.uk/?action=ListBenches" target="_blank">this </a>is a very interesting and creative idea; benches, in the form of books, around the city are designed and painted by local artists. What a great way to encourage kids to get interested in reading. I remember I became a reader when my mom bought me a copy of The School for Robinsons by Jules Verne. I read that book and more books by Jules Verne. So if you are in London, take your kids and visit all the benches.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245492313065250468.post-64758293320074746712014-07-03T11:10:00.000-04:002014-07-03T11:10:07.447-04:00Prezi My colleague calls <a href="http://prezi.com/" target="_blank">Prezi </a>“a motion-sickness inducing recipe for instructional disasters”.
I have not used Prezi for a while because it takes a lot of time to design a good presentation.
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Prezi is great if you know how to use it right. The approach for designing a presentation in Prezi should be very different than in using PowerPoint. You should not just take your slides from a PowerPoint presentation and convert them to Prezi. It requires great amount of storytelling skills and creativity to come up with an excellent Prezi presentation. So I think a well done presentation using Prezi is more powerful than a well done presentation using PowerPoint. Also a bad presentation in Prezi is worse than a bad presentation in PowerPoint for the same reason.<br />
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I think Prezi works better for global learner audience. I am a global learner myself and I need to always have a bigger picture. So I enjoy watching a good Prezi presentation.
I think Prezi is great for e-Posters. It is static. You use all features but the motion and pathways.<br />
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Anyway, I am not in love with Prezi but I think it has a lot of potential to turn your presentation to something fantastic if you know what you are doing.
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How better could you celebrate the Mother's Day than by cooking fabulous pancakes for your mom and sister? This has been by far the best <a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/recipe-fluffy-ricotta-pancakes-48085">recipe </a>for pancakes I have ever tried. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2