Yulina!

Well, maybe I should work on my translation instead of writing down this blog, but I can't. I'm so tired and I don't know how am I going to drive back home. 30 minutes are left to leave this place.

By coincedence I was googling around, and I came over pictures for contestants in Miss Deaf World. Well, as always with the beauties, my eyes kept open wide. But mostly, one angel caught my eye, and that would be Yulina Arslanova. She's Russian, but her looks and the last name aren't so Russian I believe. Arslan is deemed as a turkic name, which reminds me of the king Alp Arslan, the father of Malikshah I of the Seljuks in the medieval times. I translated one true story that happened during his reign when he organized with the help of his Vizier, Nizam-e-Mulk, a debate that lasted for 3 days between the Shiite and Sunni scholars in Baghdad. The story was entitled: The Conference of Baghdad's Ulema. REMEMBER, YOU CAN READ THE STORY FOR FREE AS I TRANSLATED IT IN SACRED-TEXTS.COM. DO NOT BUY ANY TRANSLATION UNDER MY NAME FROM ANY PUBLISHERS ONLINE. THEY DID NOT GET ANY AUTHORIZATION FOR THIS JOB.

Back to the deaf world. As I said afore, I think she has the Turkic looks. She was entitled 2nd Vicemiss, I don't know what they do but anyway, I think it is nice for a man to see beautiful faces like this from time to time (specially if he's a single). I think deafness, specially for a female, adds some sort of special beauty into the character. Maybe it is because it's almost impossible to catch a woman in a silent state? I don't know, but deaf girls surely have something special in my eyes.

My ear scares me off from time to time with excessive wax. This is disgusting you say right now, I know. But think of it the medical way. No pains since last Saturday but I'm afraid to touch it and clean it the usual way I do. I have a plan to go and check for another clean up if possible, providing that the inflammation had gone already.

I'm yawning so hard already, so I might not do anything useful at home.... as usual....

Busy Busy Busy

It was one hard day at work... running here and there (and yesterday was as well) and checking with the latest updates and news at work.

I hate Mondays, but not because they are the first day of work, 'cos they aren't here, but most of problems happen in this day. I had a plan to help my friend by making a contact to someone and pray for some hope that I would get a feedback, but since it is Monday, the person I need to talk to was not there. Also, while I was driving my car today and listening to the Superstation RKFM, I heard DJ Linda propose a question in some contest, and she mentioned a website, I really wanted to answer that question but I couldn't follow her with the website and google did not help either. Monday!

While I was googling though, I found out that many people hated the superstation RKFM and some hated Linda herself... I wonder why is that? I mean, well, to me I'm not a radio fan, and not a fan of Superstation as well, since they play lot of music that just don't meet my mental needs, but I would say such bad things or express my anger in that hideous way all over the blogs! Would I? I hate when they play rock music and rap in the early hours of the morning when people are just waking up and need something soothing to let them smile by early morning while they go to hell... OPS sorry, to work. After all, I see that Linda is doing her best... I don't know her personally, but I think she's funny at sometimes.

I still feel some guilt after leaving the little kitty on the grass jut before the Marina Crescent in front of the seashore facade... the looks in the mother's eyes, that stopped to be available all the time in our yard, were like talking to me and say "where did you take my son?" I hate this feeling, but then I reckon back and convince myself that I would feel worse, if he died in front of me without being able to do anything to protect him.

Ironically and amazingly today amid the busy ups and downs at work, I was sparked with a thought of a poem and I typed it down. I submitted the poem as a contest entry for the Bite-Size contest in www.writing.com. I called it "With The Voice of The Silence" and it is a short dedication to all the deaf friends I knew online so far.