To henulate or not to henulate?

hen·u·late Verb /ˈhenyəˌlāt/
verb: meditate, contemplate, ponder, cogitate, muse, think
Usage examples:
Marjorie henulated on the status of the grain: was there enough to last the day?
Pippy had been quite right to henulate that Gum Nut would lay funny coloured eggs. I mean, look at that quiff!
Henulating never got Pumpkin anywhere; she was always going to be scared witless by a leaf falling or a sudden noise and no amount of reassurance from the others would calm her nerves.
To henulate or not to henulate? Was that even a question? thought Fluffy as she stared listlessly out of the layer box. It was going to be a long summer.
"It's true, I heard them henulating about it while they were gardening," Violet told Daisy. "They're going to get a goat!"
"Henulating never got us anywhere" declared Buffy. "Either they'll let us out or they won't, there's nothing we can do about it!"
The general henulation in the Dome that night was that it is better to let sleeping rats lie.

To henulate or not to henulate?

REASON, SEASON OR LIFETIME

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

When you figure out which one it is,

you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON,

it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.

They have come to assist you through a difficulty;

to provide you with guidance and support;

to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend, and they are.

They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,

this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.

Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.

The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON,

because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.

They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.

They may teach you something you have never done.

They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.

Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;

things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.

Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,

and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

— Unknown

I love this and wanted to share it with someone.

REASON, SEASON OR LIFETIME

The fish and the Turtle

Once upon a time there was a fish. And just because it was a fish, it had lived all its life in the water and knew nothing whatever about anything else but water. And one day as it swam about in the lake where all its days had been spent, it happened to meet a turtle of its acquaintance who had just come back from a little excursion on the land.

"Good day, Mr. Turtle!" said the fish. "I have not seen you for a long time. Where have you been?"
"Oh", said the turtle, "I have just been for a trip on dry land."

"On dry land!" exclaimed the fish.
"What do you mean by on dry land? There is no dry land. I had never seen such a thing. Dry land is nothing."
"Well," said the turtle good-naturedly. "If you want to think so, of course you may; there is no one who can hinder you. But that's where I've been, all the same."

"Oh, come," said the fish. "Try to talk sense. Just tell me now what is this land of yours like? Is it all wet?"
"No, it is not wet," said the turtle. "Is it nice and fresh and cool?" asked the fish.
"No, it is not nice and fresh and cool," the trutle replied.
"Is it clear so that light can come through it?"
"No, it is not clear. Light cannot come through it."
"Is it soft and yielding, so that I can move my fins about in it and push my nose through it?"
"No, it is not soft and yielding. You could not swim in it."
"Does it move or flow in streams?"
"No, it neither moves nor flows in streams."
"Does it ever rise up into waves then, with white foams in them?" asked the fish, impatient at this string of Noes.
"No!" replied the turtle, truthfully. "It never rises up into waves that I have seen."

"There now," exclaimed the fish triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you that this land of yours was just nothing? I have just asked, and you have answered me that it is neither wet nor cool, not clear nor soft and that it does not flow in streams nor rise up into waves. And if it isn't a single one of these things what else is it but nothing? Don't tell me."

"Well, well", said the turtle, "If you are determined to think that dry land is nothing, I suppose you must just go on thinking so. But any one who knows what is water and what is land would say you were just a silly fish, for you think that anything you have never known is nothing just because you have never known it."

And with that the turtle turned away and, leaving the fish behind in its little pond of water, set out on another excursion over the dry land that was nothing.

The fish and the Turtle

Friendly Love

You are my everything
Your my best friend, my world
No matter the distance that come between us,
You will always be those things
We have grown so close
We have grown together in many ways
Your more than just a friend your family
You are at my house more than your own
We have many firsts together and many lasts,
We have had some rough and great times in our pasts
I want our friendship to last for ever
We might be out of sight but we will never be out of mind
I already miss you when your not here
And to leave me for more then a year
I dont know what im going to do
I do know that I will see you if its not in person
Its in my heart
And in my dreams
Promise me that you will always be here
Or be near when i need you,
I will always be with you,
You can always call,
If you need a shoulder to cry on
Mine are always open
Whenever you have a problem just call
and if i dont answer im sorry but think about what i'd say
YOUR MY BEST FRIEND
AND I ADORE YOU
BUT I ALSO LOVE YOU
FOREVER AND EVER

Friendly Love

Story of a Prostitute

K is an 18 year girl from Cambodia. She was born in Kompong Krabey commune and attended Chrouch Chhmar High School up to grade 9. She has 8 brothers and sisters. Her late father and mother were born in Chrouch Chmmar district, Kompong Cham province and both of them were medicine sellers.

After K’s parents died, her brother and sister had gone to stay with her fourth oldest sister and her husband. They worked as rubber sellers. She and her husband then asked to come to Phnom Penh to look for a job after they had sold rubber at a loss and were in a lot of debt. At first she refused because she wanted to continue her studies and complete secondary school and because she had a boyfriend. Finally she agreed to the request because her sister was crying and she felt pity for her.

When she got to Phonom Penh, her sister sold her to a brothel owner for US$900. The first customer she received was a Malaysian about 45 years old. He took her to his rented house. He could speak a little Khmer. She was afraid of him. She reported that she said something very bad to that man and pushed him away from her body. But the man told her not to be afraid and to stop crying. He wasn’t angry at her attitude, but jumped onto her and embraced her hungrily. She was horrified when her blood came out and was crying loudly. The neighbours heard what had happened. So the man took her back to the brothel owner beat her with electric wire and threatened that her sister would have to pay back her debt if she refused to receive customers.

The next day she was forced to receive another Malaysian client who took her to his house even though she was still suffering a lot. After that she received customers day and night, sometimes as many as 20 a day. Some of them gave her some medicines that looked like sugar grains before they had sex with her and later she felt she wanted to have sex again and again. When she was menstruating, the brothel owner forced and threatened her to take kapok fibre into her anus to prevent menstruated blood while the customer had sex with her. Customers didn’t pity her and when she had a fever or sore eyes, they said ‘at least her anus is OK’.

She said she suffered so much at the brothel. She prayed to be released from her debt. Her sister returned to the brothel and the owner gave her another US$300. About two weeks later her sister returned again to get more money from the brothel owner but this time K didn’t know how much.

She then went to another brothel. She was beaten by the owner who accused her of having sex with drunk customers three or four times when they had only paid for one. She did her best to explain to that the drunk clients took a long time but he never forgave her. One day a client wanted to have sex with her during her menstrual period. He told the brothel owner that she had been unco-operative. She was beaten again. Some customers paid the brothel owner but did not have sex because they felt pity for her.

Although she intended to return home once she had paid off the debt, she could not because sometimes she felt she wanted to have sex with a customer or take medicines (drugs supplied at the brothel). This confused her because she could not control her feelings and led her to become a prostitute voluntarily. She could earn a lot of money and make customers happy. Once she was taken by a customer to visit Malaysia for 8 days. The customers she received were French, Thai, Philippino and Malaysian. She said that she felt happy to have sex with them and was bored when she didn’t. she thought that the job was useful for her because it made her happy, healthy, sleeping comfortably, earning good money and earning well.

She was asked whether she used a condom when she had sex. She replied that sometimes she used a condom because she had heard about it on TV. But when she lived in the brothel, some of the customers didn’t use a condom even if she asked them to. But she didn’t express her concern over this as she could earn money if she had sex with the customer.

Later, she was brought to stay at a centre and she said that: ‘On my first day, I didn’t feel I wanted to stay at the centre and I hated Pa and Mak (staff) and the other girls so much. But after Pa and mak showed their love to me, I knew they were not like the brothel owners. They took me to visit people who were HIV-positive in the hospital. The visit reminded me that something bad had happened to me, I’m afraid of the HIV disease. I feel so much hate for the brothel owner and my sister because I was deceived by them. Now I am worried about my younger sister, To La, who is 14 years and living with my older sister. I often tell Pa and Mak that if someone comes to see me and take me back, please tell them that I’m not here. I have promised that I will learn sewing so that I can work in the factory. I will save my money so that I can bring my young sister to be with me and have a new life’. (UK AIDS NGO Consortium)

Story of a Prostitute

POOR FOLKS

A few days ago, one of my friends sent me an e-mail regarding poor people. I agree with the story. You may also find yourself whether you are rich or poor one.


One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on atrip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people can be. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.


On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Oh Yeah" said the son. "So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father proudly. The son answered: I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them."


With this, the boy's father was speechless.


Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are." Too many times we forget what we have and concentrate on what we don't have. What is one's person’s worthless object is another's prize possession. It is all based on one's perspective. Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for all the bounty we have instead of worrying about wanting more. Take joy in what you have and see the treasure in it!

POOR FOLKS

GHANCHAKKAR RELEASED

The first novel by Dr Sanjeev Upreti was released this month. The novel will however be formally released on October 2 this year. The book is published by nepa~laya.

GHANCHAKKAR RELEASED