Dear Youth ... During my high school years, in my physical sciences class, I learn about " Fiber Optics ", oh what a beautiful thing they are. Below is the technical definition of this type of technology: " A fiber optic cable consists of a bundle of glass threads, each of which is capable of transmitting messages modulated onto light waves. Fiber optics has several advantages over traditional metal communications lines: Fiber optic cables have a much greater bandwidth than metal cables." [ www.webopedia.com/TERM/F/ fiber _ optics .html] Key Notes: 1. " transmitting messages " This is the aim of this Blog, to transmit messages, to transfer knowledge back and forth, and to support one another. There will be a variety of topics, Academics, R eligion, Politics, Philosophies, Relati onship problems, Family Problems (Not personal, but how to deal with general family problems), sport, you name it, if you can think of it, it will be here....
According to the Urban Dictionary , the above phrase means: “ Shaking them haters off. In other words it means to brush off negative energy of statements made about you. ” Now what is more powerful to me is the origin of the phrase: “ To step up. The origin of this term comes from a story in which a donkey falls into a well and cannot get out. The farmer tries to get the donkey out by rope, unsuccessful in his attempt. He decides, instead, to just give up and bury the donkey in the well. As the farmer begins filling the hole with dirt, the donkey becomes depressed, realizing that all of the dirt on his shoulders and back were going to eventually bury him. He then thought of an idea: I can just shake it off and step up. Therefore, he could just die by doing nothing and getting buried, or shake the dirt off his shoulders and step up to the occasion. ” This phrase has special place in my heart because of the way we as the youth are living, all of a sudden everyone has “ h...
I am talking about a “Baby-Soft Double Ply” toilet paper roll. Let me take you through the journey that results in that beautiful softness. It was a normal cold night out in the jungle, but on this particular one the mind was stronger than usual. The whirly wind ripped me off my mother’s pod, I fell on the ground, alone, cold and scared. I lay there screaming for my mother’s attention who stood strong and proud against the winds as always, she paid no attention to me. I wonder if she mourned me. After hours and hours of screaming it finally hit me that from that point onwards I was by myself, no mommy to protect me from the world. I wanted to do something about my situation, but I was just a seedling, no legs no arms, I just lay there praying hard and hoping a Good Samaritan walks by. The blazing sun used to scorch my bare skin as I was no longer protected by mother’s leaves, the rains too fell on me, I was even hit by a fucken lightning bolt at this one point. I was whi...
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