Another year older

Its my birthday to day and I am a year older than I was last year. It has been a memorable year. So much has changed in my life and yet so much still remains the same. This is my first birthday as a married man but I have been celebrating my birthday with my wife then girlfriend for the past three years. It is the first birthday that I am celebrating in my new flat in Melbourne. It is the first birthday that I have recieved a present from my mother-in-law all the way from Norway. It is the fourth birthday I am celebrating away from my family in Maldives though I have already recieved their birthday wishes and promises of presents that will arrive in the mail sometime this year.

Last night Dina and I got all dressed up and went out for dinner. We went to a little but very famous Mexican restaurant in South Yarra. We found that it was a famous place because so many internation tennis stars have dined there. We saw pictures of Agassi and Leyton Hewitt. Also newspaper clips of Roger Federer being spotted there. They even had burritos on their menu named after Agassi and Hewitt. We did not order them. I ordered a Beef and Chiken fajita while Dina got the Beef Colorado. The servings when they arrived were huge and we had a little trouble trying to finish it though I did manage to eat all of mine while Dina left some of hers. The food was deliscious and we ordered one serving of caramel pudding for dessert which we shared. Needless to say I was so full I had trouble getting up. I am still feeling full and bloated more than twelve hours after that dinner but we are planning on going out to Southgate for lunch anyway.

I also got presents from Dina which were in three parts. The first part was just the card with a little post it note saying that could be exchanged for a fancy backpack of my choice whenever I felt like going out shopping for one. The second part was a novel called "Velocity" from Dean Koontz who is my favourite author. The third part was tickets to the comedy club next saturday. I am allowed to take a partnerto the show. Hmmm... wonder who that will be??

All in all it was a very good day and it is not over yet. I am hoping for more wishes and presents that will flow in from everyone so keep 'em coming guys. Ciao for now. I am off for lunch.

My birthday present

my sister sent me a gift
on the eve of my birthday
wrapped in ribbons of red
tied in a bow intricate
delivered on fluffy white clouds
a siren song playing in the background
trumpets heralding the arrival
of my birthday present...







It has been a year since my sister gave birth to my niece and I have still to see her face to face, still to hold her in my arms and give her a cuddle. I am hoping that I will see her before she grows up.

I wish you a very happy birthday, my lovely little lady and hope you enjoy all the presents I have sent you. Don't let your mom eat all the cake. Tell her to save some for me...

Love don't let me go

this is the best video for a song i have seen in quite a long time. the dance moves and atmosphere mesh well with the music and makes me wanna dance...

Interview with a marine

Radio interview quote from Marine Corps General Reinwald and a female radio host. He wants to host some boy scouts at the training center for some practise excercises. As follows

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base?

GENERAL REINWALD: We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and shooting.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Shooting! That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it?

GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see why, they'll be properly supervised on the rifle range.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?

GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline before they even touch a firearm.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: But you're equipping them to become violent killers.

GENERAL REINWALD: Well, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are you?

The radio went silent and the interview ended. You gotta love the Marines!

Maldivian Students Abroad

Some friends of mine have started a website dedicated to all the Maldivian students who are studying abroad. They took it upon themselves to start up this site so that future students who go abroad will be able to figure out beforehand what that place that they are heading into will be like.

When I first came to Australia I did not really know what to expect and it was a little daunting to try and fit into this atmosphere that felt totally out of whack with what I had been used to. It took soem getting used to. Fortunaely for me I came with five other Maldivians and it was not that difficult adjusting to a new place when you have friends with you.

This is the reason for MSAi. It is to help students from Maldives to get to know some of the basics of the place where they will be spending a good part of their life in. Read what the admin of the site has to say about themselves....

With about 1500 Maldivian students studying abroad at any given time, we make up a very large information base.

The primary aim of this forum is to be a depot of useful information for prospective students from home who are aspiring higher studies abroad. What would make this Guide unique is that it will be written from our perspective. We can write about the difficulties we have faced and how to solve or circumvent them.

This is a community project. The success of this Guide rests solely on your shoulders.

The second aspect of the forum is as a discussion board where we can spend some time voicing our views on a variety of subjects. We would like to make this a friendly and social atmosphere, without any indecency or vulgarities. A place fit for educated people.

We can all work together to make MaldivianStudents.com a success.

So if there are any Maldivian students who are abroad at the moment or are thinking of going abroad to study please join in the community and help us make it something that would be useful for everyone.

MaldivianStudents(dot)Com

History of medicine

Heres the history of our medicine.

"I have a sore throat."

2000 BC : "eat this root"

1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."

1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."

1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."

1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."

2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root."

Tales of a Cop - Part 5

Rapunzel

He was working in the Villi Fulus in Sinamale when he got a call from a girl wanting to talk to another cop. But since that particular cop was not available, he would have to do. She would not give her real name to him so he gave her one. He called her Rapunzel because she said she had very long hair. Over the next few weeks, he got to know Rapunzel pretty intimately over the phone. It was a boring duty with not much happening so he would always look forward to the calls. He learned her real name and also her address and he gave his as well and they were very much girlfriend and boyfriend even though they had never met in person or knew what the other looked like.

One day he was off duty and going on a ride with a close friend when they passed Rapunzel's house and he mentioned to the friend that he knew this girl living there. The friend replied that he knew the girl as well and proceeded to give details of her. It seems that she was a very popular girl and one thing that she had failed to mention was that she was also a midget. Now this came as quite a surprise to him as he had been planning on going over to her house to meet her in person. After receiving this new information he did not know what to do.

He decided not to take her calls anymore. It wasn't just that she was a midget (although that also played a factor in it) but she had professed her love to him in a gift that she had sent to his house which had scare him somewhat. The person who delivered the gift was a friend of his older brother and he did not like that crowd at all. Also he was about to leave to an island as part of his duty and he wanted to make a clean break as quickly as possible.

The day before he was to leave she called him and broke down in tears telling him that she did not want him to go. She said that if he did, he would forget her. After much consoling he finally got her to calm down and ended the call. That was the last time he ever talked to Rapunzel.

About a couple of years later he was promoted into a new section and he got quite a shock when he learned his new boss's address. It was the same address as Rapunzel's. After talking to his colleague about this he learnt that Rapunzel was the boss's younger sister! He was real glad then that he had never gone to her house or even tried to get into a real relationship with her.

Day Off

Its my day off from work. I have been working for four days non stop starting from Saturday through to Tuesday. I have missed the sense of comfort that a day off brings. So today I have done pretty much nothing except sit in front of my computer and catch up on all the stuff that I have missed in the past four day which is pretty much nothing really.

A long time ago I had a job that involved me being available almost 24 hours a day seven days a week. In those days a day off was something to be cherished and I would screen my mobile for calls from the office. If it was really important the guys at the office would call from their mobile and I would answer them but most of the time even they knew the importance of a day off as it was the same thing to them also. So they would feign calling from the office line and tell the bosses that I was not answering my mobile. Later I would tell the bosses that I had left the phone somewhere and so was not able to answer it.

Its a bit too soon for me to start the same system here and I am not sure whether this new job would require me being available all the time. I am hoping not so. After all it is a job not a career.

About my writing...

I finished my "creative writing" short course last week. During the last class, the trainer made us write about what we felt for the writing of everyone else in the class. This is what the rest of the class had to say about mine...

*He demonstrates how much his (sense of) family and his home country means to him

*Your writing has always been very personal and coherent. I think you have told us a lot about yourself.

*Your sense of humour and fun belies the quiet exterior. I won't forget the "who invented milk" story anytime soon. My family also got a laugh from that one.

*Your writing is so warm, so inviting. Wherever your stories go, I want to follow because there's joy and delight in the journey and the end is wonderful.

*I've loved the warmth and humour in your writing. Youn may think you 'tell' rather than 'show', but a real warmth and heartfelt sentiment comes through.

Hard English

Some reasons why the English language is hard to learn...

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The bandage was wound around the wound.

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse

We must polish the Polish furniture.

He could lead if he would get the lead out.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

They were too close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when the does are present.

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

After a number of injections my jaw got number.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

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Weekend at work

It has been five days without a post but you see I have recently joined the workforce so I have very little time to sit down and write something. But I did get time but then I could not think of a thing to write so here I am, writing about the fact that I have nothing to write about.

But that is not true. so many things have happened in the past week that I can write about. It is sad that I am going to be leaving for work in exactly 30 minutes so I am not going to write about all of it now. but suffice to say that this weekend will be spent working which is going to be a first as I have not worked at all for almost 4 years now.

I want to wish a very happy birthday to my friend Saif. He will be leaving for UK pretty soon and I wish him all the best for this very interesting chapter in his life.

That should be enough for now...

HI HO... HI HO... ITS OFF TO WORK I GO....

Blog Overhaul - Part 3

It took such a long time for the blogger webpage to load that i have forgotten what it was that I was going to write about, so I am going to write another update about my blog's everchanging interface.

The google ads that I had placed in the right hand sidebar decided to turn invisible and no matter what I did, I could not make them visible again. So I did what any other self respecting blogger would do when faced with a problem that was above their ability to solve. I deleted them. Completely. I will put them back up once I have figured out what exactly caused the invisibility in the first place... but don't hold your breath.

I have put a linkbox in the right hand sidebar where the google ads were. These links are for my poems that I have written over the past few years. There arent many as I have lost some of the poems that I had written in a notepad (the paper kind not the computer software!) I have been trying to write more and probably will do so in another few years. Again... Don't hold your breath.

Also I put in a chatbox so that visitors can leave me a message or a comment about the blog in general. I have seen this kind of chatbox in lots of other blogs so I thought I would give it a try as well. However I am not expecting that many messages so I won't be holding my breath.

Finally I have gathered a thousand visitors to my blog and all it took for that was a year and some days. Another couple hundred years and i might have a million visitors... I think i might hold my breath for this one actually...

Addiction

The sea, so calm, so serene
reminds me of you...
The sea, violent with currents unseen
reminds me of you...
The lands, carpeted in green
reminds me of you...
The lands, riddled with monoliths obscene
reminds me of you...
The wind, a breeze just right
reminds me of you...
The wind, blowing with all its might
reminds me of you...
The sky, blue with tufts of white
reminds me of you...
The sky, dark with colours of the night
reminds me of you...

An e-mail from the past

I got a surprise last night. One of my best friends revealed that he had an email that I had sent him a long long time ago. This email had been sent so long ago that I did not even remember what I had written so I asked him to forward it to me and then delete his copy. The reason for the deletion being that this email had been written in the prime of my youth when I was going crazy about my feelings for a certain someone that will remain unnamed. But most of you who know me would know of whom I am talking about as it was the worst kept secret ever.

These feelings (lets call them a 'crush' for want of a better word) started when I was 15 or 16 and continued until I fell in love with my first ever girlfriend who pretty much helped me forget my crush. And all it took for that was about 6, 7 or 8 years. I forget...

It was written on the 19th of October 2000 which is not that long ago but that was probably the most emotional time of my life. I had sent it from a yahoo email that I no longer have and frankly do not remember having at all. Mostly the email recounted how I was chasing after girls one after the other, in Male' and out of it, and how when I got near my 'crush' I would get tongue tied and all those other crrazy emotions that everyone feel at sometime or other in their life.

Once I got the email, I remembered just how strong that crush had been. But with it also came the knowledge that I had really moved on. I am married now and so is my crush but to different people. We still remain friends and chat sometimes very infrequently online. As my wife pointed out after reading this email (she thought it was cute... ), I will always have a soft spot for her.

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After much deliberation I decided not to post that email here. I am going to delete it even though my wife wants to print it out and show it to our kids and grandkids... I dont know...

Dissecting the Demon with the long navel

There is a folk tale from Maldives called 'Foolhu Dhigu Handi'. Literally translated it means 'the demon with the long navel.' I have been trying for some time now to actually write down this story in English but for some reason or other have not been able to do so. The gist of the story is that a woman by the name of Aiminabee goes to the mosque to get water from the well. There she encounters the 'foolhu dhigu handi' who is sitting in the grave yard and pouring sand over himself with a skull. Needless to say Aiminabee runs away screaming and the demon follows her home where he proceeds to ask her whether she had seen him in the graveyard pouring sand over himself with a skull. Obviously he was looking for the answer 'no, I did not,' which is what Aiminabee tells him and he goes away happily.

But he is back again the next day, and the next, every time with the same question; whether Aiminabee had seen him, blah blah blah. Every time Aiminabee answers in the negative and he goes away. As this is playing havoc with poor old Aiminabee's nerves she finally decides to tell her husband and he makes up a plan to get rid of the demon once and for all. He tells her to make a bowl of lonumirus which is a paste made with lots of chilli and other spices while he goes and sharpens his knife. He also proceeds to check over their hut and fixes up every tiny nook and cranny he could find save one. They then proceed to wait for the demon to make its appearance.

Sure enough the demon arrives and asks his inevitable question. This time however Aiminabee shouts out 'Yes! Yes! I did see you in the grave yard pouring sand over your head with a skull!'

The demon is taken aback for a moment. He had not expected this answer but then he finally realises what had been said and gets very, very angry. So angry in fact that he screams and bangs on the door of the hut. But Aiminabee's husband had barricaded the door so he goes around the hut searching and poking, trying to find a way inside. When he comes upon the only hole that had not been sealed, he stops and stuffs his elongated navel in through the hole.

This was the moment that Aiminabee's husband had been waiting for. He takes hold of the long navel and pulls. He keeps pulling till the end of the navel has been reached and the demon has his belly to the side of the hut. He then cuts off the navel and Aiminabee splats lonumirus over the gaping wound. The demon does not know what hit him but he is in obvious agony. He jumps up and down and runs off screaming the words that all Maldivian children remember from this story; Addho ma foolho Foolhako Foolho. Which translated goes something like this; Ow! Ow! My navel! Qw navel! Ow Navel! Or something.

I first heard this story long time ago when I was in diapers and was enchanted by it. Nowadays after finishing a degree in literature I am feeling very grown up and this means no more just listening to a story and enjoying it for what it is but I have to go dissecting around and figure out why, what and when.

The first question is why oh why is this demon pouring sand over himself??? Is this what they do? Is this how they keep themselves clean? Maybe water has a negative effect on them much like acid has on us. And where did he get that skull? Sure it is a graveyard but surely all the skeletons are buried. And this graveyard is in the grounds of a mosque so the most obvious question would be how the heck did that demon get so near a mosque to dig up the skull of someone buried there and then go on to terrorise the womenfolk who are getting water from the well???

The next question is to do with the demon's navel. This whole story revolves around the fact that the demon has a long navel. How did he get such a long navel? We don't know. Why wasn't it cut off and tied up? We don't know. Why oh why did he in fact try to stuff his navel through that hole in the side of Aiminabee's hut? That we do know; because he is an idiot. I don’t really know what he was trying to accomplish with that. As far as the story goes, this navel does not have any special abilities. It wasn't able to grab things or even move without the demon moving it. Most of the pictures I have seen from old Maldivian storybooks contain pictures with the demon walking around with its navel coiled up like a rope around one of his hands. So if it was trying to get the navel to actually go inside the hut and grab Aiminabee, he was seriously out of luck.

And aren't demons supposed to be stronger than humans??? That is in fact the basis of every folk tale I have ever heard. But once the demon pokes his navel into the hole and Aiminabee's husband pulls it all the way through the demon does not resist and it comes in pretty easily. Why?

There is the other side to this story of course. The one rated 'Mature' and 'Adults only'. I am sure you know how that story goes. *wink* *wink*

Another version of Foolhu Dhigu Handi (after reading this version most of my dissection pretty much goes out the window... hehehe. AND I finally know the name of Aiminabee's husband :P )

Looking for Lunch

I had a hell of a time trying to get some lunch yesterday. After handing in some forms to the place that I am going to start work in next week, I decided that I should reward myself by having some Indian food for lunch. Previously I had been to three places in Melbourne that served good Indian food. There was one on Collins Street, one at Monash Clayton and one at Southgate. So without really deciding on the place I thought I would catch the train from Moonee Station.

As I stepped into the station the train pulled out so I had to wait a further fifteen minutes for the next one. Now once I got on this train I decided that I would not go to Clayton; it was too far away. So that left either Collins Street or Southgate. The train stopped first nearer to Southgate so that was settled then.

With that decision made I prepared to step out on Southern Cross Station... which was a mistake because the station I need was the next one - Flinders Street. I only realised this after getting out of the train at Southern Cross and going outside. So I had to turn around, go back to the platform and catch another train to Flinders Street Station.

Now this should have been enough drama for a Thursday. But once I got out at Flinders Street, I headed the wrong way so I was in fact heading away from Southgate instead of towards Southgate. To top it off it was also raining and after going a bit of ways I realised in fact that I was heading the wrong way so, once again I turned tail and headed back the way I had come, back to the station and this time, I saw headed the right way and managed to get into Southgate and the Indian place without further delay.

Once I had ordered rice with beef vindaloo and lamb korma and settled down to eat, I took my time. It wasn't everyday that I went through so much just to get some good food into my stomach. All in all I would say it was worth it. That was the best lunch I had had in a long time.

Window Live Writer

Windows Live Writer was a bust. I don't think I will be using that to post anything to my blog in the future. The layout was pretty cool and I could post very easily. My problem is that I cannot post any pictures using WLW. When I try to post pictures it says that the website does not allow posting of pictures so I am guessing that posting pictures from WLW is available only to Windows Live Spaces. Oh well it doesnt matter too much to me. I can still use Blogger directly and I end up with good posts (whenever I decide to write them that is ... )

This is a test

I am trying out Windows Live Writer.  lets see how well this will work. Looks very cool on the writer page but who knows how the actual post will end up. knock on wood!

Passing of a year...

Somebody pointed out to me yesterday that it has been a year since I started this blog. I did not notice it but yes, it has been a year and some days. I started this blog on the 17th of August 2005. Then I did not really understand what a blog is supposed to contain and I did not really update my blog regularly either. All in all in those 371 days of the blog's life I have posted only 52 entries. Thats like one post every 7 days. If I really do some checking I probably will find that there have been gaps of more than a month in between posts.

It has been only recently that I have tried to post more regularly. Actually since I started doing this creative writing course I was given an assignment to identify 100 things that I want to do in my life and on top of that list of course was "To compile a list of 100 things I want to accomplish in my life." Second on that list was "To write at least one entry on my blog everyday." That does not include the pictures or videos or jokes that I have posted in the past year. Only those genuine entries that have come from the creative labyrinth that is my mind. This entry is the first one. Many more is to come, so watch this space...

Pre - Birthday Wishes

My sister called me the night before last. She wanted to wish me a happy birthday which was a bit confusing because my birthday is not for another month. It seems that her kid (my niece) who was born one day before my birthday was celebrating turning 11 months that night and my mother had got a bit confused and thought it was my birthday as well. So when she told my sister she had called me without realising the actual date. Once I told them it was not my birthday and they got all embarrassed. At least I got to talk to my sister, mother, father and brother. I also managed to hear some noises made by my niece who did not want to wish me a happy birthday. She is probably the only one there who had managed to keep her wits around them. Call me in a month guys… and send me a birthday present this time…

Lesson in Anatomy

First year students at Med School were receiving their first anatomy Class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table, with the body covered with a white sheet.

The professor started the class by telling them, "In medicine, it Is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor. The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body."

For an example, the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck a finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it, and stuck it in his mouth.

"Go ahead and do the same thing I did," he told his students.

The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but Eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and sucking on it.

When everyone finished, the professor looked at them and said, "The second important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger, and sucked on my index finger. Now pay attention."

On Having a Bad Day

Supposed to be a true story!

THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY: Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire.
The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with SCUBA tanks on his back, flippers, and face mask.

A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries.

Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire.

It was revealed that, on the day of the fire, the person went for a diving trip off the coast some 20 miles away from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean then flown to the forest fire and emptied. You guessed it.

One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next he was doing the breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'-10" of the fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed!

This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998

Creative Writing

I started doing a short course in Creative Writing last week. My assignment for the week was to practice creative writing on "a word."

I got a bit confused by this. Did the trainer want me to choose a word, just any word, from the dictionary and write something about that particular word? Or did she want me to write on exactly "a word?" Literally? It was probably the former. But then I got to thinking… It would be really creative of me if I started writing about "a word." The problem was I did not know how to go about it. And I am pretty damn lazy to think too much about it. Besides I am feeling quite sick today and not up to writing anything. I just want to curl up in bed and sleep, sleep, sleep till I am all better.

I cannot however do that. This course is for three hours once every Monday and I have to go to the class today. So I have taken some painkillers and am hoping against hope that I will feel up to making that one and a half hour journey that would take me to the campus, get through the three hours of listening, creating, writing, talking about what we have written and why and then make the one and a half hour trip back home.

So here goes nothing:

A word that I like is like

I like to use the word like

It's akin to a whole hour of therapy,

Of foraging into my psyche.

A word that I love is love

I love to use the word love

Makes me feel as warm as a hand

That's wrapped up in a glove

A word that I need is need

I need to use the word need

It is an OCD but …

I don't know how to finish that. But my time is up and I have to get going if I am going to be able to make it to the course. Maybe the trainer can help me unlock the creative flow that is at the moment banging his head on the locked door of his cell.

Miss France

The Zidane headbutting of Mattarazi has given rise to several similar incidents. There was one incident with models, another where a jockey headbutted his horse and now this. Have to laugh though...

Running with the Dogs

I have taken up jogging again. Been quite a long time since I have last exercised regularly. Still I needed to lose 20 kilos so I have finally managed to talk myself into going jogging.

There's a waterways very near to my apartment. I am not sure it is called a waterways but it is directly under the freeway and there is a canal with running water. There are paths on both sides so that people who want to walk, jog or bike can do so.

Yesterday when I started my jogging I met this huge dog. really, really huge. His owner was almost dwarfed by the sheer size of this dog. I think it was a saint bernard but I am not sure. I don't know much about dogs. But i think it was a saint bernard because I remember this one cartoon which portrayed a saint bernard dog was and this one looked pretty much like the one in that cartoon. Anyways I was talking about how huge it was. I started jogging on the other side as I did not want this dog to come after me.

Probably it's size would not have been that much noticeable except for the fact that as I was finishing my jogging I came up the smaller version of it. I think everyone has seen those small dogs that celberities like Paris Hilton is always carrying around. So this extremely small dog came running up to me and sniffing around my shoes. It's owner kept calling to it and it finally decided to go back to the owner after thoroughly inspecting my shoes and deciding there was nothing interesting about them. I asked the owner if it was a chihuahua but he replied that it was a miniature dachshund or something like that. I was too tired to really care.

So all in all I managed to burn some fat (which I probably have already put back on) and I saw two dogs of the oppposite sides of the size chart. Not bad for an hour of sweating.

Fireworks of New Years Eve 2005

It has taken me a year and half to upload these videos. Still it brings back some good memories. My wife (at the time my girlfriend), myself and a friend who was studying in Tasmania went to sydney for New Years festivities. We went to the harbour bridge around 12 o'clock at noon on the 31st of December 2004 and camped out till midnite. so we spent more than 12 hours waiting there and it was all over in less than 10 minutes. But the fireworks were spectacular and it was soemthing me and my wife had wanted to do for sometime. The videos were taken with a digital camera that allows only 30 seconds at a time to be recorded. I ended up with 10 clips of fireworks. I managed to cleave them together and make two vids each 2 and a half minutes long. The second clip is better than the first one. Enjoy.

3 Stages Of A Man's Life

Before Marriage

After Marriage

After Divorce

Source

Tales of a Cop - Part 4

Forbidden Love

He was on reception duty when the call came. His superior officer told him to get ready so that they could both travel to a nearby island for a case. It seemed like a simple case. Two girls who were under house arrest had gone out of their houses and thereby committed another crime. It always happened. What was not simple was the history of these two girls.

The island itself seemed to have contributed to the original crime that had been committed. Their crime?? Lesbianism.

There were few men on the island. Most of the menfolk were in other islands working. This of course left the womenfolk to their own devices. As he read the girls’ case files he got more and more confused. He was pretty naive when it came to women and had never really thought that women could have sex. The graphic descriptions in their files opened up a whole new world to him.

It was not the first time something like this has happened on that island. There have been other instances. One involved a mother and her daughter. Her reply when asked why this had happened was that she had not breastfed her daughter when she was younger so she thought she would do it now.

Anyways he went to the island and brought the two girls to the island office where his boss had a long talk with them and advised them not to violate their house arrest. They were sent back to their homes and he went back to his island.

Blog Overhaul - part 2

I got this template which I am using from erisfree which somehow seems to havegot itself suspended. That means some of the features of my blog are not working, like the background which had its image stored directly on that website. So I put in a new background which doesn't really mesh with the whole look of the blog but it is a start and will have to stay that way till I can figure out a way to make a new background. I also have to update some of the links. I think I will get rid of the credit box and put the blogger button in the buttons box. That will do for the moment I think...

X-Men 3: The Last Standing Ovation

I think this movie would ahve been much better than "X-Men 3: The Last Stand". From the guys who brought you "Brokeback to the future!" Watch it and laugh!

Controversial roundabout in Male

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Rest in Peace Dha'tha

My aunt died last week. She was my mother's older sister. She had been sick for sometime now and it is probably a good thing for her that she has now moved on to a better place.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un

Pathfinder

Release Date: September 8, 2006
Studio: 20th Century Fox
Director: Marcus Nispel
Screenwriter: Laeta Kalogridis
Starring: Karl Urban, Moon Bloodgood, Russell Means, Clancy Brown, Jay Tavare, Nathaniel Arcand, Ralf Moeller
Genre: Action, Adventure, Drama
Official Website: Pathfinderthemovie.com

Plot Summary:An action-adventure set in the time when Vikings tried to conquer North America, "Pathfinder" tells the heroic story of a young Norse boy left behind after his clan shipwrecks on the Eastern shores. Despite his lineage, the boy is raised by the very Indians his kinsmen set out to destroy. Now, as the Vikings return to stage another barbaric raid on his village, the 25 year-old Norse warrior (Karl Urban) wages a personal war to stop the Vikings' trail of death and destruction. Forging his own path, his destiny is revealed and his identity re-claimed.

I wake up sometimes at night

I wake up sometimes at night;
The dark is still there
It is not yet light

I try to remember why
I woke up; and there
Right beside me you lie

I remember now; 'twas your hand
It had slipped from where
It should be; in my hand!

I take back your hand slowly
And squeeze it very very softly
I look at your face; my angel asleep!

At last i can go back to sleep

Green Eyes

Green eyes follow me
Wherever I go
Be it up or down
Or sideways through the door

Green eyes capture me
Times when i dare to look
My heart make like drums
The whole of my body shook

Green eyes adore me
From a distance afar
A shyness so endearing
As approachable as a star

Green eyes touch me
As I have never been touched before
As I want to be touched again
Countless times more

Green eyes smile at me
Stars winking in the night
The sun signaling the return of day
Putting the dark to flight

Green eyes question me
A query I cannot answer
A journey I cannot begin
A love I cannot return

Words to live by

In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentimentalities, and amicable philosophical or psychological observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity.

Let your conversational communications possess a compacted conciseness, a clarified comprehensibility, a coalescent cogency, and a concatenated consistency.

Eschew obfuscation and all conglomeration of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement, and asinine affectations.

Let your extemporaneous descantings and unpremeditated expatiations have intelligibility and voracious vivacity without rodomontade or thrasonical bombast.

Sedulously avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolificacy, and vain vapid verbosity.

In short: "Be brief and don't use big words."

Spidey Countdown Clock

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Sunset on Eyadafushi

A friend took this picture when she went on holidays to Maldives. Beautiful!

Pussycat Dolls featuring Snoop Dogg - Buttons

hottest music video I have seen this year...

blog overhaul

I have been experimenting with different types of blog templates and trying to see which template best suited my blog. I have found a good one at http://blogspottemplates.blogspot.com/ and am currently trying to tweak it so that it looks nicer than it already is. I am learning a lot about blogging trying to do this. I like the spidey backgroud but I like the backgroud with dina and me as well. so lets see... I might put up a poll later and decide on it. once I have figured out how to put polls on.

Unsung

Night turns into morn,
Around us the world has grown,
Some dies and some are born
Still my love for you is not shown.
Sitting straight on my throne,
I stare at you until you are gone,
Leaving me all alone,
My love for you... unknown.

Drawn Together - Terms of Endearment (P2/2)

Drawn Together - Terms of Endearment (P1/2)

The best reality television series i have seen to date

A Scanner Darkly

Whose Line is it Anyway - S03E23 - Let's Make a Date

think i figured out h0ow to post to my blog directly from youtube.

Transformers teaser

Animator VS Animation

Spiderman 3 teaser

Lady with the long dark hair

Lady with the long, dark hair,
Don't you know how much I care?
Don't you think we'd make a nice pair?
Love like this is so very rare.
I don't know how much longer I can bear
To keep this inside me, until you dare
To give me a sign,
So I can make you mine.

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Tales of a Cop - Part 3

Corruption

He never wanted to be in the Police. It just happened. One day he was doing his studies like many other of his mates and the next he was being drafted. It was so quick that he never got a chance to protest. And even then he knew for sure that none of his protests would mean a thing. It would be like beating a wall and he did not want to get his hands all bloody.

After his recruit training he was sectioned into the Patrols. His duties ranged from manning the reception desk, answering the 119 phones, and some times going out in the jeeps to patrol the streets of Male’. He did his job even though he did not like it that much. He would show up at work on time, day in, day out. He was never sick and he never complained.

The Villis around Male’ were also part of his duties. Before he had gone to Girifushi he had been station in two of these for two months at a time. After his training the Villis were inducted into the Patrols’ duties so he would sometimes have to man the reception at one of those places.

He remembers one night when he was alone on duty, some of his colleagues had captured two boys allegedly breaking into a car. They were brought to the Villi instead of being taken to the Headquarters. That was all right. Sometimes it was easier to get a confession in a smaller place. One boy was taken inside while the other one stayed outside with him and another colleague. This colleague kept trying to make the boy confess even going so far as to threaten him with his walkie-talkie. The battery in this walkie-talkie was really heavy and if hit hard enough would leave a sizeable bruise. The colleague did not hit the boy that hard.

Another day two guys were brought in to another Villi. They had been caught smoking pot and had thrown away their stuff when they saw the cops. The cops tried to make them tell where they had thrown away the stuff. He saw one of his colleagues aim a kick at the groin area of one of the guys. He cried out and started screaming. The colleague put his hands on the guy’s mouth and told him to stop screaming before he hurt him further.

So many instances like this kept happening over the course of the years he remained in the Police. He did not like what was happening but he did not know what to do. In an island later on he was faced with a man who had helped his wife murder their unborn child… allegedly. He remembers nudging the man with his feet to make him feel uncomfortable. His superior put a stop to this and he was glad that he did. He was not sure how much far he might have gone that time. His superior had undergone special interrogative tactics abroad and frowned upon the use of force. He would much rather use his wits to get confessions.

When he was transferred to Administration, he was really glad. No more having to deal with people where he might have been tempted to use his fists. He was ecstatic when he finally left the Police altogether. He had escaped being corrupted… at least fully…

Tales of a Cop part 2

Island Hopping

He remembers when he was first drafted into the army. There were 20 other schoolmates of whom he lost track when he was sectioned to the police. He did not like it. The police were in your face all the time. All go, go, go and no waiting around. Did that mean he was lazy? He did not think so but he was not as motivated as all these people.

Then he was sent off to an island station which meant that he missed his recruitment training with all his schoolmates. They went off and got trained while he sat around an island where there was nothing to do. He got up each morning at seven sometimes later, put on his uniform and went with his colleague to the atoll house where the police got their food. Sometimes they would blow it off and go just for lunch. He did not get on with his immediate superior who was into fishing, sucking up to the island biggies and not always in that order. The only good thing about that island was that the simple folk of that island was pretty friendly. He managed to make friends with so many of the island people that they felt almost like a second home. He would go and play football every evening and sometime he would go and have dinner or lunch at some of their houses.

The boss was managed to go to Male’ at the beginning of Ramadan for a week which left him and his colleague to manage the station. That was the best time they had. They would get up when they felt like it, wear their uniform if they felt like it and most of their time was spent in their friend’s homes watching TV and eating snacks and chit chatting. How four months passed by, he did not know but it was soon time to go back to Male’ where he was still a recruit which meant that he would be getting on the next recruit training batch.

After his training it took another six months or so before he had to go to an island. This time he knew more of what to expect and the island was different this time. His food was served in the station so he did not have to go anywhere. But the island folk who worked at the station was a cool bunch which meant that he soon made friends with all their families and he managed to become very good friends with their children. He would sometimes wake up early in the morning, go to their house and pick up the baby and the other two would also come with them as they went on a walk around the island. He loved those walks.

The people of this island were divided into two. There were those that loved the police and then there were those who hated them. He somehow managed to spend his time without really arousing any animosities, though he did have to arrest a couple of them for minor incidents.

The one thing he remembers from this island was that he managed to learn to ride a bicycle there. He had grown up without really trying to learn and now as a twenty year old still did not know how to ride a bike. His colleagues found out one day when he was told to go on surveillance to the other side of the island and to take the bike. The looks on their faces managed to shame him into finally taking the bike out later that night and riding it until he could.

Then there was the badminton court out back of the station. He spent many a time there playing with his colleagues and also some others like island officials and teachers who would come around to play there.

The third island he went to was in 2001 and this island managed finally to convince him that it was not a career that he wanted to be in. He got his first kiss on that island and his first “official” girlfriend as well as many other sexual experiences which would be best not gotten into here. Anyways that girlfriend became a real problem when she was revealed to be a tramp and only trying to get with him just because it would mean and exit from the life she was currently living.

She was not the first girl he visited there. There was one more whom he had gotten to know on the phone and finally his superior had found out and he called her and arranged a date. That date ended badly when some island folk came around and he had to get out of there quickly.

The worst thing that had ever happened to him happened in that island. He loved kids. He loved babies. There was always something amazing about them that made his heart light up. So when this woman was admitted into the hospital and kept saying that she had a miscarriage and that she had flushed everything down the toilet it became the biggest and worst case he had ever worked on. Her father came around the next day and he was crying. He had found the dead baby in a box in that woman’s room. When he and his colleagues arrived at that house it was true. The baby was in a box which was crawling in ants and he had to carry it outside to get rid of the ants. There were other family members crying and wailing their hearts out. He could not however give into his feeling and cry as he was police and attending a scene of crime.

That was not the last island he went to. About two years later he managed to secure a scholarship and finally left the police to go to the biggest island he had ever been to. The island of Australia.

Magic Johnson in training

The use of Magic Johnson in this topic is not due to any particular reason except that this was the guy I was first compared to when I was growing up in an all boys’ school. The reason for this comparison was not because I was able to play basketball like him but because I resembled him physically. And even that is exaggerating it a bit. I was not six foot tall but I was taller than most of the other guys at school. I did have dark skin. I was also fat which I am sure Magic Johnson was not. He was however the reason that I got interested in basketball.

Anyways this post is not about Magic Johnson. I am only writing this to say that I actually bought a basketball and have been going to shoot a few balls three days now. Isn’t that amazing?

The first time I went was right after I bought the basketball. It was on sale for three bucks. I figured why not, and then on the way home I decided to stop at the court and test it out. It has been almost two years since I last played basketball. I did manage to get some of the shots in the basket though.

The second time I went I managed to get more shots in so I am figuring if I keep going then I will be Magic Johnson in no time at all. I was interrupted a few times though. The first was when this girl who was out walking her two dogs managed to throw her doggy ball straight at my head. I heard “sorry, sorry” before I saw the ball flying right past my nose and the dogs come running between my legs. Well it didn’t hit me and the dogs didn’t knock me over so it was all right. And then this other guy (out walking his dog) came past that girl with her two dogs. Well. It was supposed to be a scene straight out of a chick movie right? They say hi. The dogs sniff each other’s butts and whammo… they go out on a date.

Alas. It was not to happen. The dogs took one look at each other and were at their throats. It was more like Alien vs Predator than any chick movie I had seen. The guy was shouting. The girl was screaming. They were lunging at their respective dogs trying to pull them off the other one. Not to happen however. The dogs paid no attention to their owners and kept on biting, barking, growling and chewing. The guy finally started kicking and punching his dog, all the time cursing, which finally deterred the dog. The guy seemed like he was going to bust a gut. He was red in the face and huffing and puffing. All the time this was going on I was trying my best not to laugh out loud.

Anyways that was the highlight of my day. I went back to shooting some balls and went home. Yesterday I also went to the court but there was no dogfight that day. The girl was there but she managed to aim her doggy balls away from me. Pretty unexciting after the other day anyways I managed to score some shots from the furthest end of the court. I reckon I keep going and going until I have perfected my skills. Who knows this could also assist me in losing some of the kilos I have put on since coming to Australia.

Taste of the Army

I remember the day I went to Girifushi for Basic Army Training. There were four guys with an ‘A’ level qualification and I, being one of them, was put in charge of one of the platoons – Mike Platoon to be exact. I remember thinking I was in over my head as I listened to the guys and girls in my platoon bitching and whining about not being fit enough to handle the training. The problem was that there was nobody to whom I could whine and bitch to. I did not know any of these guys with whom I would be spending the next few months in very extreme conditions. My friends with whom I had been recruited had already finished their training. I had lost out because I had gone to serve on an island.

I did know some people. There was one guy who had served on that island with me. There was another who had been drafted with me and there was one who had been a classmate. Of course they all were in different platoons and I was stuck with strangers. Before heading off to Girifushi I had been on my knuckles a few times. I was not looking to score any points with the platoon leaders on training officers. I just wanted to get there, do my thing and come home. That was my attitude to everything undesirable, I suppose. When I was drafted, I remember thinking I had to serve four years which was my bond and then I could get out.

So off I went to four weeks of extremes that I would rather not get into. Even if I wanted to I don’t really remember much except that I was more tired and exhausted than I had ever been in my life.

There are some things that do stand out. Like being taught how to eat (to army standards!!) there was a particular way of holding the knife and fork and spoon. Also all the food had to be consumed no matter what it was and no matter how much they put on the plate. And it had to happen in a set time of about ten minutes or sometimes even shorter period of time.

The first thing I did when I finished that training was revert back to how I was before. I stopped holding my cutlery in army standard and just used them in any way else I could. I took my time eating, savouring every single taste that could come out of the food and delicacies that I had to consume.

I am still trying to make up for that time when I missed putting my sense of taste to its fullest use. I take my time and often am not even halfway through my meal when my wife finishes and puts her fork down.

X-Men 3 trailer

i really cannot wait for this movie to come out.

Journey towards knowledge

I remember a time when I had four good friends. We would walk to school together as we did not have bikes which we could ride to school with. Anyways I would get up in the morning and get ready for school and go outside. More times than not, my friend S. would be waiting for me or just coming down the road. His house was just two blocks up at the end of our road. We would walk together towards the other end where we would meet up with another friend, N., whose house was at that end. Cross the road and joined by M. the four of us would walk up Majeedhee Magu to Sosun Magu where we would be met with the last member of our little Qunitet, Sh. So the five of us would be taking our time – talking about nothing and everything – while on our way towards the school. This would sometimes take half an hour but should have taken only fifteen minutes.

Sometimes the five would not be all there. Sometimes S. would get a bike which meant that he would ride to school which he often did. Sh. didn’t really join up with our quintet until the last year of school or so. So mostly I remember going to school with N. and M.

Let me tell you about N. He was quick witted and quick tongued. His would move a mile a minute. He always had something to say about each and every topic. He and M. were very good friends. M. was a bit on the heavy side but not as fat as I was at that time. M.’s family were supporters and managers of a very famous football club. He also had a quick tongue. I remember once we made plans to make our own movie. I was going to write the screenplay. N. was going to star in it and M. was going to direct it. That didn’t happen as we gradually lost touch over the years.

After we finished Grade ten, N, S, Sh and me all went to SEC. M. didn’t. I think he didn’t have the grades but anyway I lost touch with him. We would see each other on the road sometimes and talk for a bit but we never met up and did anything together. N. became really popular in SEC. he had lots of friends and although we remained good friends, we saw less of each other.

S. and Sh. Remain to this day my very good friends. They are part of my inner circle and know all there is to know about me. Even though I am in Australia, S. is in India and Sh. back home we still keep in touch via the internet. N. is in Russia and the last time I saw M., he was working at the airport. I saw him the last time I went back home on holidays.

During my years of studying I would always remember those walks in the early morning that the five of us together took while going forth towards that fountain of knowledge that would eventually drive us some distances away from each other. So here is a shout out to all of you my four walk buddies wherever you are. Stay cool. Drop me a line when you can.

Tales of a cop - Part 1

What would you have done?

It was just another night on duty. He was placed as receptionist at the main gate and was going to be there for the whole eight hours. Normally it was two but due to some of his colleagues being sent to the Island stations and some being sick and some whose talents were too much to be wasted on reception duty, he was stuck there for the whole of his shift.

It did not faze him that much. He liked the idea of being alone on duty and having some quiet time for his writing. Pretty much nothing of any consequence happened at the main gate other than the occasional visits from officers from the other sections. But as it was the late shift these visits were not going to happen until the early hours of the morning. By them he would be all too ready to be relieved.

So it came as a surprise that the man who was brought in that night was brought in through the main gate and not through the back one which is normal for any arrestee. It was an even greater surprise that the man was in handcuffs and that he smiled at him and offered his hands to be shook all the while referring to him by name.

He was much too amazed to do anything but smile back and shake hands with this man. All too quickly he was ushered up the stairs to the holding cells and he was left there wondering what the hell just happened. He had shaken hands with a man who was in handcuffs and who seemed to know his name. He scratched his head and sat back down behind the desk still wondering.

The man was not familiar. He looked the same as most of the people from the islands did. Dark, sun-burnt skin. Scraggly black hair that were turning grey in places heralding that he was past middle age. His eyes had looked kind but the overgrown beard gave the appearance of a mildly deranged caveman. He was wearing a green tee shirt and brown pants.

He was still trying to remember whether he knew the man when his colleague came back downstairs after handing the man over to the cell guards. As he was sitting down he asked him who that man was. He replied that the man had been a cop about two years ago and had retired and gone back to his island. He had been in this same patrol.

It dawned on him who the man was when he was told his name. He remembered the time he was a recruit and was placed in this patrol and the man had been a senior officer. Senior, as in older. He did not have any stripes which did not mean much as folk from the islands did not have a good education. And without a good education it was hard to get promoted.

But he still remembered the guy as being kind and nice. What had happened to have this man in handcuffs and in a cell in the same place that he had worked for most of his life?

His colleague came out with the story that the man had cut up another man with a knife, so bad that he had bled to death. This other man was the man’s father-in-law. It seemed that the man had a daughter about ten or twelve years old. He had found out that this other man – his daughter’s grandfather – was molesting her. And had been doing it for sometime.

He had waited for the old man to finish his prayers at the mosque and waylaid him on his way back home. He had used a kathivalhi for pretty much what that knife had been made to do – and carved up the old man.

After telling this story, his colleague went on that he would have done the same if faced with the same circumstances. He, himself was not too sure what he would have done. But then people were driven to do some crazy things in difficult situations. He just hoped that nothing of that sort would happen to him and force him to decide.

spidey wallpaper

get the new spiderman 3 wallpaper here

this is gonna be one awesome movie. cant wait for it to come out. then i just have to convince dina to go and see it with me...

life's little coincidences

i rented two movies yesterday. DOOM and SERENITY. if you look at the names i guess they would be complete opposites but i found some similarities between these two movies that i could have just rented the one or the other instead of both. but i guess they have their own unique qualities.

both DOOM and SERENITY involves genetic mutation. what with scientists trying to inject a 24th chromosome into humans in DOOM and the "Alliance"/government injecting PAX to try and control the people in SERENITY. In both movies they end up as psychotic monsters unable or unwilling to control their rage and hunger for the human flesh.

the best thing in DOOM was Karl Urban. The Rock was completely wasted int his movie and none of the supporting cast is worth a second look. the first person sequence in this movie did not live up to the hype. mebbe cos i did not play the game that this mnovie was based on. all in all this was a waste of money.







SERENITY at least had some good stars. i loved Summer Glau. she had the best fight sequence i have seen in a long time. Nathan Fillion is good as the captain of the crew and the girl playing his love interest Inara is beautiful. Summer Glau is outstanding!! the plot was a little weak and slow at times and not what i expected. but it was bettere than DOOM.

my best buddy's baby

X3 - The Last Stand

just want to see if this would work

changes

im trying to change my blog. update it a bit and make it more funky so that i can compete with my blogging crazy wife. hehe so keep ur eyes open darling and watch this space for more changes...

Gary Jules - Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

black and white

i dunno what it is about this story that gives me a smile and makes my heart go a-flutter. mebbe cos it is that me and my wife are black and white as well.

When Kylie Hodgson gave birth to twin daughters by caesarean section, she was just relieved that they had arrived safely. It was only when the midwife handed them over for her to hold that she noticed the difference between them. Remee, who weighed 5lb 15oz, was blonde and fair skinned. Her sister Kian, born a minute later weighing 6lb, was black.

"It was a shock when I realised that my twins were two different colours," said Kylie, 19. "But it doesn't matter to us - they are just our two gorgeous little girls." The amazing conception happened after two eggs were fertilised at the same time in the womb. Both Kylie and her partner Remi Horder, 17, are of mixed race. Their mothers are both white and their fathers are black.

According to the Multiple Births Foundation, baby Kian must have inherited the black genes from both sides of the family, whilst Remee inherited the white ones. Kylie, from Nottingham, discovered she was pregnant in the summer of 2004 and a scan at the Queen's Medical Centre
revealed that twins were on the way.

"It was a shock at first to discover I was expecting as we hadn't been trying for a family," she said
I had my 14-week scan and the sonographer ran the scanner over my stomach and announced that I was carrying twins. "We couldn't believe it. Neither of us could take our eyes off the
scanner - you could just see two of everything, even the outline of their little noses. We were both overwhelmed."

The twins were born by caesarean in April last year because one of the girls was lying in an awkward position in the womb. "I didn't see them at first," added their mother. "They were both
whisked away to be checked over and then the midwife came back and placed them both in my arms. "I noticed that both of them had beautiful blue eyes, but whilst Remee was blonde, Kian's hair was black and she had darker skin. It seemed strange, but I was feeling so ill that I didn't really take it in at that stage."

The next day she mentioned the colour difference to her mother, who told her that Remee's skin would darken as she grew older. But as the weeks passed, Remee became lighter still while Kian went darker. And while Remee's eyes stayed blue, Kian's turned brown.

"There are some similarities between them," said their mother. "They both love apples and
grapes, and their favourite television programme is Teletubbies. If they haven't seen each other for a few hours, they are so pleased to see each other and will hold out their arms, wanting to hug each other. And their smiles just light up their faces. I'll explain it all to them when they get
older about why they look so different."

Million to one odds

The odds against of a mixed race couple having twins of dramatically different colour are a million to one. Skin colour is believed to be determined by up to seven different genes working together. If a woman is of mixed race, her eggs will usually contain a mixture of genes coding
for both black and white skin. Similarly, a man of mixed race will have a variety of different genes in his sperm. When these eggs and sperm come together, they will create a baby of mixed race. But, very occasionally, the egg or sperm might contain genes coding for one skin colour. If both the egg and sperm contain all white genes, the baby will be white. And if both contain just the versions necessary for black skin, the baby will be black. For a mixed-race couple, the odds of either of these scenarios is around 100 to one. But both scenarios can occur at the same
time if the woman conceives non-identical twins, another 100 to one chance. This involves two eggs being fertilised by two sperm at the same time, which also has odds of around 100 to one.

If a sperm containing all-white genes fuses with a similar egg and a sperm coding for purely black skin fuses with a similar egg, two babies of dramatically different colours will be born. The odds of this happening are 100 x 100 x 100 - a million to one.

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4 things meme

Four Jobs I've had:

1. tutor
2. substitute teacher
3. police officer
4. kitchen hand

Four movies I can watch over and over:

1. lord of the rings trilogy (counts as one!)
2. braveheart
3. sin city
4. spaceballs

Four places I’ve lived:

1. male', maldives
2. shaviyani funadhu, maldives
3. kudahuvadhu, maldives
4. Bendigo, Australia

Four TV shows I love:

1. Lost
2. Simpsons
3. Seinfeld
4. Spicks and Specks

Four places I’ve vacationed:

1. India
2. sydney
3. Brisbane
4. Port Douglas

Four of my favorite dishes:

1. Lasagna
2. fried fish maldivian style
3. gnocchi
4. roast lamb

Four sites I visit daily:

1. Haveeru daily newspaper (www.haveeru.com.mv)
2. Maldivian Kanbalhi Party (goups.msn.com/maldiviankanbalhiparty)
3. google news
4. My blog

Four places I would rather be right now:

1. male'
2. any resort in maldives
3. any resort in hawaii
4. in bed

Four bloggers I am tagging:

i am not tagging anyone. this stupidness ends right here!

tensions

so much tension in this world...

the uproar caused by a denmark newspaper publishing cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammed (pbuh) as a terrorist is escalating. muslims do not like this so they protest against it and this usually leads to violence where they burn flags of the responsible countried and then atack anybody that they think is responsible for it. since demark, a number of european countries have published these cartoons in one or two of their newspapers thus adding to the fury of muslims everywhere. it is against muslim customs and tradition and religion to have images of the prophet. thus when these images which are actually purposefully desrespectful hit the newspapers it is understandable the rage and hurt it causes muslims. i fear however that this incident will only further escalate the tension between muslims and the rest of the world.

i understand why muslims are protesting against this. i can understand why they banned products of the responsible countries. but i do not understand why they are burning up buildings and attacking people. one incident in syria, a dutch photographer was attacked when he was thought to be of danish origin. this will not do. i am all for protesting against the responsible countries and demanding apologies but not or attacking their citizens most of whom have no idea what is hapening. this could be because i am married to a norwegian and she has opeed my eyes to getting along with everybody of different religions and customs.

a place like heaven

im getting married today at 4 pm. dunno if this is gonna change anything in my relationship but i am happier than i have ever been in my life before. just wish my parents and family were behind me in this. i have never made such a big decision that cud go any where. always i have chosen the path of least resistance where i know that i will come out on top. but this is gonna be one path where i do not know where it will take me. insha allah the path will lead me to a place just like heaven. i am almost there...

fallen angels

there is nothing relating the topic to that which i am going to write except that that was the name of the song i was listenign to when i started writing. neede a great topic so i stole that one. bite me!

my sis has given birth... one day before my birthday to a baby girl with chubby cheeks. she looks so much like my sis when she was born :P. i hope i hope i hope i be able to get home soon to give her a cuddle before she loses the cuteness and chubbiness. hehe

i had a great birthday. got some lovely presents from my gf as well as a party so cant complain too much abt gettign old.

i have readings to finish but just dont feel like it. i have to read fice books and i have only started on three of them without finishing any. also got two assignments to finish beore uni starts but just cant seem to get to it. been thinking abt it long and hard but when it comes down to writing it up i cant!!!! so im writing in this blog that i cant write my assiignments. :P

last day of the first quarter of my life

today is the last day of the first quarter of my life. tomorrow i will be 26. it doesnt feel any different i was hoping it would but my life seems to be stuck in a rut. i am doing the same things over and over and im getting pretty tired of it. though there are so many things different about this year. i am living with my gf and sharing her bed. i did that last year as well but then we both had seperate rooms even though we used to sneak into each others rooms whenever we felt like it. this year we are living in the same house the same room the same bed. and no sneakiness about it.

my sis is supposed to give birth today. im hoping that she will wait a bit and make it tomorrow. i want the first person in this new generation of my family to have the same birthday as me. that wud be so fucking cool. though my brother in law's bday is the day after and my sis says she wud much rather wait till then .... hehehehe

heres hoping again...