tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345922072024-03-13T23:30:39.793-07:00Book of LifeFor Those who enjoy stories, here is my life story, Welcome...Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-26264796113019306652017-01-03T17:19:00.000-08:002017-01-03T17:19:47.448-08:00It's been eight months nowIts been more than 8 months that my little prince came to my life. So much has happened. I am still amazed how our little human is growing, learning and interacting with his surroundings.<br />
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- The best mom is the happy mom. Do your best. The little one is the priority. However at the same time it's very important not to loose yourself in moms duty. Think how can you give yourself a little bit of break. Use helps when possible and treat your selves. When you are happy you are a better mom. You will make better decision and will act more energetic and creative toward your baby.<br />
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- Appreciate the quality time you are spending with your bear cub. Time flies. Really. Enjoy every moment of being together. Take pictures. Make a photo book every now and then. One day when bear cub grows old enough he will love to see his life story through pictures.<br />
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- Be yourself. Be content. Don't compare your little one with other kids. Don't try to ACT in a certain way without really feeling it. Don't follow a parenting book if you don't quite get what it says. Being yourself ( your best) is far more effective than acting blindly by the book.<br />
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- Don't forget about your partner. Still find a way to surprise each other. Keep the romance alive. Just having this in your mind will help. Of course things are different now but it doesn't mean you can not find a way to enjoy some couple times every now and then.<br />
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- Avoid friends who gets competitive with their kids. For me these people are joy killer. Too focus to prove their babies are the best, they will only send you negative vibe. They will compare everything your baby is doing with theirs. Starting from wight and length to IQ and rest.<br />
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- and last but not least don't stress yourself with fears. Nobody knows what the future holds. Just do your best and enjoy life today.Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-45588945616097872142016-11-12T18:02:00.002-08:002016-11-12T18:02:24.517-08:00Have I told you 'I love you' enough? Have I kissed you enough? Have I hugged you enough? Before we all turn into stardust!Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-64382405669813707252016-11-03T23:35:00.001-07:002016-11-03T23:35:51.342-07:00My little one is 6 months old now. I can't believe I was away from my office life this long. It sounds like yesterday I said goodbye to everyone. I have another 6 months to cherish with my baby before going back to work. But I confess thoughts and concerns regarding work are sneaking on me every now and then. I have to keep these thoughts at bay before they flood me with unrealistic concerns. Let's enjoy the present (I am telling to myself) when the time is right I will make a right move. I always do.<br />
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For women with serious career, pregnancy have its own challenges. I would love to talk to some of the successful mommy out there and see how they found balance in their personal life and career.Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-53108468890366098952016-09-10T17:04:00.000-07:002016-09-10T17:04:02.505-07:00You are as big as my pillow My son is 4 and a half months old. Now he laughs to silly faces that I make, he rolls back and forth and getting ready to crawl, he discovered his hands, knows how to take pacifier out of his mouth and return it back,... I watch him reaching to these milestone eagerly. It melts my heart seeing him grow so fast. I am a mom now. He changed me.<br />
I am trying to record these moments as much as I can. Being a parent is wonderful. I love how he grow everyday, learn new things, gets easily excited by a simple toy or a silly face and never gets tired of it.<br />
I love how he fits on my pillow. How I can hold his tiny feet with my thumb. A little man from<br />
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Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-27264621016259114092014-06-02T19:32:00.001-07:002014-06-02T19:33:14.847-07:00Why Merlin finished this way?I just finished watching last episode of final season of Merlin. Merlin is a fantasy mini series, about adventure of a younge warlock to help king Aurthor to rise and unite the 5 kingdom.<br />
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Nima and I really enjoyed watching this fun, adventures, kind of light, simple series. Merlin is one of the few TV series that we finished to the end. But I really didn't like the ending.<br />
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Why aurthor died for god sake?!!! I know in a legend Author dies by a hand of Mordred, but since this tv series already changed a lot of things about the old legend I was expecting Aurthor to live.<br />
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From the beginning, the dragon was telling Merlin that he was destined to help Aurthor to become a one and greatest king. A king who will unite 5 kingdoms and let magic to be practiced without fear.<br />
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Aurthor died, without any of these happens. The writers gave the old legend flavor of 21centry which I really liked it. Such as having people from different origin or class to become knight or even Queen.<br />
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Then why killing Aurthor before fulfilling his destiny that reapetedly said through out the series..<br />
The writer could easily let Aurthor survive for many years, unit the kingdom, properly acknowledge Merlin, set magic free,..and finally have Aurthor died for that wound that never completely healed at his old age. I should have been the writer indeed :)<br />
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<br />Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-85206721751791224972014-05-29T19:00:00.000-07:002014-05-29T19:00:22.130-07:00Summer, work, ...Weather is warm, trees are all green, birds are singing, squirrels are jumping up and down, summer is finally coming. Nature is finally waked up and so do constructions which means more work.<br />
I've been staying late god knows since when, can't even remember. I work weekends after weekends. I was jocking with my husband, that I better get pregnant and get a year off from work :D<br />
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These path few months have been tough for me, couple of key people including my manager left the group and one colleague got laid off. Naturally work pressure increased, both mentally and physically.<br />
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I hate it when people trying to be clever and take advantage of situation even if they don't really fit for the empty space. After all these years one thing never changed in me, I am still pretty much an idealist. It pains me when my colleague lies to self promote himself as a manager. The chevalier inside me wants to make wrong right all the time. Or maybe it's my Aries sign which pushes me forward to stand up for what I believe is right and speak up for what I believe is not.<br />
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I like someone or something I show it easily but the downside is if I don't like someone or something there is no way for me to hide it. No matter how hard I try I will show I am upset, disappointed, angry, I just can't can't hide it.<br />
but our life will be much more easier if we could let it go. Life is not fair, I know but I don't like it. I want it to be fair and just. We can always train and provide knowledge to nice people,but it is almost impossible to train someone as an adult to be nice, not to lie like a piece of cake, no to be jealous, ...<br />
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Life is life I know, I know. It's not fair but it should be.Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-65733892865211581152014-04-09T19:29:00.001-07:002014-04-09T19:29:50.106-07:00Vita AngleSome time for a fraction of moment, I manage to look at things from a certain angle. I call it Vita Angle. On that moment thanks to Vita Angle, the order of things change in my mind. I feel like for a fraction of second, I can see what really matters and what really not. I can see how small are my big problems; how meaningless is my grudge, disappointment or my anger toward this or that person. I can see how short my life is, a bubble by the sea. I can see what big mistake it is to hold and carry my empty heavy looked bagges. I can see I should stop carrying them and walk freely. <div><br></div><div>I can see for that fraction of moment how much I care about my loved ones. From that angle my reasons to be angry with that colleague looks stupid. From Vita angle my reasons for disliking this or that sounds funny. </div><div><br></div><div>Vita angle gives me a perspective, shows my life in real scale. Big problems shrinks and things that I take for granted grow larger all of a sudden. In that moment nothing is more important than holding my love's hand, talking, dancing, eating, and living every breath. </div>Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-61269519589982595272014-04-02T19:00:00.000-07:002014-04-20T11:25:23.877-07:00Job posting: highly skilled worm travellerWe were watching The Universe today, an episode on worm holes, time traveling, black holes, etc. fascinating concepts around worm hole, makes me wonder, could we one day actually manage to use this highly unstable dangerous holes to visit another universe or even another time?<br />
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Imagine a day that we finally find these, but who dares to get into one? Probably a Viking descendent , the adventurers bloodline.<br />
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These holes are unstable based on what mathematical equations show. We might need to use dark matters to balance the hole wall. But even if we find a highly skilled adventurer who dares to step into this tunnel, no body knows where and what era the hole is heading.<br />
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One might ends up into the center of a burning star, or goes back in time where hairly Homo hadn't discovered fire yet. One might never comes back or comes back with "adventure of Galiver".<br />
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Physics is amazing, tries to find the answer to our most fundamental questions.<br />
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-What was before Big Bang? What did trigger this?<br />
- The world is finite, what does this mean?<br />
-Are there anybody out there? How do they look like?<br />
-Can we actually travel past in time and physically be among people who were dead thousands of years ago?<br />
- This amazing world of quantum physics , general and relativity physics and even Newtonian physics, how these rules came to become rule?<br />
-Why gravity attract things? Why there is a reaction to every action? Where laws of physics are coming from?<br />
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Will actually one day, we learn about all these?<br />
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Maybe my grand grand grand grand grand daughter knock on my door one day and simply say hi granny I am coming from future. Of course I will call 911 right away.Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-82150881042486338922014-03-31T19:32:00.001-07:002014-03-31T19:42:32.889-07:00Say hello to Mr TangiAs a tradition which I am not sure when started, we Iranian (maybe other persians do it too) buy a red gold fish in a bowl for our 7sin table. I remember from childhood, we would bought three or four gold fish. Some wouldn't make it to two weeks and some would last a year.<br />
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Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-83434094272132405062014-03-30T19:32:00.001-07:002014-03-30T19:32:17.185-07:00Five Hundred Miles<div>I heard this popular folk song today in a movie called "inside Llewyn Davis". It's an old song goes back to 1962 performed by The brother Four. </div><div><br></div><div>The lyrics is simple, the song is very easy listening. </div><div> </div><div>If you miss the train I'm on,</div><div>You will know that I am gone,</div><div>You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.</div><div>A hundred miles, a hundred miles,</div><div>A hundred miles, a hundred miles.</div><div>You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.</div><div><br></div><div>Lord, I'm one, Lord I'm two</div><div>Lord, I'm three, Lord I'm four,</div><div>Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home.</div><div>Not a shirt on my back,</div><div>Not a penny to my name,</div><div>Lord, I can't go back home this away.</div><div>This away, this away, this away, this away.</div><div>Lord, I can't go back home, this away.</div><div><br></div><div>If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone,</div><div>You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.</div><div>A hundred miles, a hundred miles,</div><div>A hundred miles, a hundred miles.</div><div>You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.</div><div><br></div><div>Here is the link to modern performance of this song byJustin Timberlake: <a href="http://youtu.be/LzauF0VkECQ" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://youtu.be/LzauF0VkECQ</a></div><div><br></div>Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-46920570263470210532014-03-12T18:53:00.000-07:002014-03-12T18:53:00.717-07:00Time flies faster as your responsibilities in life increase.Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-12440600402440048372014-02-21T15:59:00.001-08:002014-02-21T15:59:27.592-08:00In the consulting world, the difference between "I am overwhelmed" and "I am on overhead" is one email :)Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-5661138332081666792014-02-06T19:01:00.001-08:002014-02-06T19:20:28.645-08:00If you don't know Matthieu RicardThis is a harsh winter here inToronto. I was thinking today how much mental effort it takes to stay positive and does not let extreme cold discourage you of being active. I guess a combination of gloomy winter, a news of my good colleage will be layed off soon, and then read this "sad love" posted by JP which made me cry, I felt like looking for something happy before going to sleep. I googled "happiest person on earth" and his name came up. He has a very interesting bio written in Wikipedia explaining how son of a French philosopher and a painter became a Tibetian Monk. Is he married? I am asking myself. Na, He is a monk, he does not have to be worry about loosing his love of life. He is free of ties <div><br></div><div>"<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">To scientists, he is the world's happiest man. His level of mind control is astonishing and the upbeat impulses in his brain are off the scale.</span></div><div><p style="outline: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">MRI scans showed that he and other long-term meditators - who had completed more than 10,000 hours each - experienced a huge level of "positive emotions" in the left pre-frontal cortex of the brain, which is associated with happiness. The right-hand side, which handles negative thoughts, is suppressed.</span></p><p style="outline: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Further studies have shown that even novices who have done only a little meditation have increased levels of happiness. But Mr Ricard's abilities were head and shoulders above the others involved in the trials."</span></p><p style="outline: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I should go back to my meditation routin. </span></p></div>Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-35272759272560061752014-02-06T18:36:00.001-08:002014-02-06T18:37:41.168-08:00Tonight's DoodlingHave lots of sun shine where ever you are :D<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aBX1o_3sOiQ/UvRGlhMwOTI/AAAAAAAAEzM/9kKOR31B-Z4/s640/blogger-image--1490813328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aBX1o_3sOiQ/UvRGlhMwOTI/AAAAAAAAEzM/9kKOR31B-Z4/s640/blogger-image--1490813328.jpg"></a></div>Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-48357209544606477982014-01-10T14:40:00.000-08:002014-01-14T18:37:09.019-08:00Lessons from penguinsBeginning of 2014 was bitterly cold in Toronto. This polar vortex covered big part of Canada for a couple of weeks. For me this was the coldest I experienced (windchill -38). Ice storme was also new to me. We escaped big part of it by staying out of town during holidays but still after coming back extreme cold alarm was there to say hello.<br />
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Ice storm gave kind of a surreal shape to everything. Icy three, icy leaves, icy bushes, icy driveway ( which was very real and slippery by the way). I was joking that right now if you watch penguins TV, there are advertisement about new resorts in Toronto.<br />
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Number 2) walk side to side like a penguins. This lessens a possibility of falling. No seriously I did, it works.<br />
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And Number 3) Get together like a herd of penguins. During harshest winter storm, penguins comes together, lay their head on one another shoulder. This way their body temperature adds up and makes cosy environment to survive the impossible windchill. Of course penguins rotate so no bird stay too long far from the core.<br />
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Number 4) ( this one penguins have no contributions to) consum warm drink. Not only increase your core temperature but also levels up your spirit.<br />
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Any way winter is here and I am going to make a best out of it.<br />
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- The lovers.<br />
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For the past couple of years that I have been working in this building, every once in a while two cars one black and another one blue, come and park right beside each other, side by side, a woman gets out of one and enter to the other. The other car has windows all covered with sun reflector. After 3 to 4 hours, a woman comes out and each car goes its own way.<br />
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I recently moved to another spot close to the window with a beautiful view to a ravin and of course our parking lot. When I feel tired I look outside to refreshen my mind. It was about few month ago that I looked outside of a building and I saw them. The black car and and the blue car side by side. I was curious to see them, the famouse lovers that half of my office knows about.<br />
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At last, she came out of the black car, a woman in her fifties followed by him, a man of the same age. I should confess I was expecting a much younger woman. They hugged tightly and kiss each other long. Outside was chilly but they didn't have a care. It was obviouse saying goodbye was very hard for them. To me they are totally in love, affair or not, these two love each other badly.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I love traveling. To me it's like getting a break from my everyday life, from my everyday little stupid stresses that burden my mind. Visiting new country, watching people far far away from my hometown that are living their own everyday life is quite calming for me.<br /><br />Nima and I just came back from a trip to Italy. I can't say how beautiful, how charming how amazing this country sounded to me. We visited 7 cities in 9 days, quite hectic I should say. We walked 8 to 10 hours everyday to catch up with the beauty of this Roman country.<br /><br />I still remember how I felt the moment I looked up and saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Cathedral">Duomo in Florence</a>.God what an ambitious project. What wowed me even more is that there are a lot of these grand monuments all over this country. </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Rome is a city of art. Everywhere there is a trace of a great artist. If you ask me Romans had obsession with sculptures :). There are numerous bust, granite statue of Greek gods, stories of bibles, I can go on and on. We visited <a href="http://www.galleriaborghese.it/">Borghese Gallery</a> which made me familiar with the phenomenon called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gian_Lorenzo_Bernini">Bernini</a>. He was a genies sculptor who made several famous monuments when he was quite young.<br /><br />I believe every trip that we go changes something in us. Travel has its own subtle way of changing us for a better person. Give us some insight, takes us out of our everyday life. Taste new foods, see people's passion on another continent at different era. I understand better now a difference between original art and a copy.</span><br />
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Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592207.post-24186717358105645292013-08-26T19:06:00.001-07:002013-08-26T19:06:54.909-07:00Tonight's DoodlingI see something, or hear a story and then my mind tries to find a conclusion, tries to judge, tries to say I know I know. My conclusion can be very true, very off, or ok enough. The same as anyone else. I think communication is an art. How much you manage to interact with one another with minimum casualties? This is not easy. If you have no conflict, no argument, etc you are either a master of communication and soft skills or you are leaving in your own cave with minimal interaction.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S0rlzDHrcLo/UhwJvCXh6wI/AAAAAAAAEsk/7XPWniw0tFM/s640/blogger-image-958884425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S0rlzDHrcLo/UhwJvCXh6wI/AAAAAAAAEsk/7XPWniw0tFM/s640/blogger-image-958884425.jpg"></a></div>Hivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02571629840093109900noreply@blogger.com4