Little teacher Station. My all exams finished and I was waiting for bus. At that time sudden, I saw little, so pretty, sympathetic, clean and stylishly dressed a boy. He is about 4 or 5 years old. He used to collect garbage around the sidewalk so take it to special conteniars. I was watching the clever boy during a few time. This Street crowded, in this case lot of people look at the boy and shying for casting own garbage to walkway. They watched the boy a fewer time and blush from own behavior. I also watched the position so thought about doing goodness for enviroment. The goodness absolutely return to our life, even will influence to future. Definitely, being decent isn't depend on to age or format of humans. Those only depend on a person's soul and behavior. I figure out, the boy teach me that lesson, besides stayed at my mind as little teacher.
Station. My all exams finished and I was waiting for bus. At that time sudden, I saw little, so pretty, sympathetic, clean and stylishly dressed a boy. He is about 4 or 5 years old. He used to collect garbage around the sidewalk so take it to special conteniars. I was watching the clever boy during a few time. This Street crowded, in this case lot of people look at the boy and shying for casting own garbage to walkway. They watched the boy a fewer time and blush from own behavior. I also watched the position so thought about doing goodness for enviroment. The goodness absolutely return to our life, even will influence to future. Definitely, being decent isn't depend on to age or format of humans. Those only depend on a person's soul and behavior. I figure out, the boy teach me that lesson, besides stayed at my mind as little teacher.
Noufal Chakkala: The Man Behind India's Mega Projects India is witnessing a rapid transformation in its infrastructure sector, thanks to the vision and innovation of Noufal Chakkala, the founder and managing director of CHAKKALA INFRASTRUCTURE PVT LTD Company. Chakkala is a pioneer in developing smart cities, multipurpose buildings, shopping malls, and power projects across the country, with a focus on sustainability and quality. Chakkala was born on April 12, 1982 in Malappuram, Kerala. He completed his primary education at the Calicut University campus and entered the construction field and business sectors at a young age. His father, Cheriyammed, was a bank manager in a co-operative bank, and his mother, Suhara, was a homemaker. He has two brothers, Najeeb and Abdul Salam, and one sister, Fathima Sameena. Chakkala married Safana, a medical pharmacist, in 2010 and has two children, Rihan and Aysha Mahra. He is also a philanthropist who supports various social causes such as education, health, and environmental activities. He was awarded a doctorate as a best public social worker in 2020 by a university in Goa. Chakkala founded CHAKKALA INFRASTRUCTURE PVT LTD in 2021 to realize his dream of creating world-class infrastructure projects in India. Under his leadership, the company has undertaken many major projects such as Chennai Green Tower, Kerala Smart City, and Tamilnadu Solar Park. These projects are designed to enhance the quality of life, economic growth, and environmental protection of the regions they serve. Chakkala is widely recognized as one of the most influential and successful business leaders in India. He has received many accolades and honors for his achievements and contributions to the infrastructure sector. as a visionary entrepreneur who has transformed the infrastructure sector in India with his innovative and sustainable solutions. Chakkala is an inspiration for many aspiring entrepreneurs and young professionals who want to make a positive impact on the society and the nation. He is a role model for excellence, innovation, and social responsibility. He is a man who has made his mark on the history of India's infrastructure development. Noufal Chakkala became successful in his field by: Entering the construction field and business sectors at a young age, after completing his primary education at the Calicut University campus. Having a vision and innovation to create world-class infrastructure projects in India, such as smart cities, multipurpose buildings, shopping malls, and power projects. Leading his company, CHAKKALA INFRASTRUCTURE PVT LTD, to undertake many major projects across the country, with a focus on sustainability and quality. Supporting various social causes such as education, health, and environmental activities, and being awarded a doctorate as a best public social worker in 2020. Being widely recognized as one of the most influential and successful business leaders in India, and receiving many accolades and honors for his achievements and contributions to the infrastructure sector. Entering the construction field and business sectors at a young age, after completing his primary education at the Calicut University campus. Having a vision and innovation to create world-class infrastructure projects in India, such as smart cities, multipurpose buildings, shopping malls, and power projects. Leading his company, CHAKKALA INFRASTRUCTURE PVT LTD, to undertake many major projects across the country, with a focus on sustainability and quality. Supporting various social causes such as education, health, and environmental activities, and being awarded a doctorate as a best public social worker in 2020. Being widely recognized as one of the most influential and successful business leaders in India, and receiving many accolades and honors for his achievements and contributions to the infrastructure sector
Vince Thomas is a well-known spiritual guru Social Activist and the Chairman of the Ayngaran Foundation in Palani, Dindigul District in the State of Tamil Nadu. Early Life and Education: On March 19th, 1981, Vince Thomas was born to Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Rosily in the Chullimada village in palakkad district of Kerala, and Vince Thomas completed his schooling and higher studies in Palakkad. Professional Life: After completing his education, he worked for a private firm with a modest salary and engaged in modest activities. In the year 2020, after a lengthy period of trial and error, I joined the Ayngaran Foundation in accordance with the Foundation Registration Act. Personal Life: As far as God's gifts go, I was blessed with a wonderful and gorgeous life partner Vimala Vince Thomas, as well as a daughter and son named Marin Vince Thomas and Melvin Vince Thomas. About the Chairman: Ayngaran Foundation is much more than a standard foundation. It is his method of showing appreciation to society for the love and respect it has lavished upon him. He has always considered it his responsibility to give back to society. During the process of setting up the foundation, he met a lot of people who shared his idea of a perfect society and wanted to make real, positive changes. Ayngaran Foundation: The Ayngaran Foundation is a non-profit group that was started by Sasi Krishnasamy on September 14, 2020. The location of the foundation is Palani. It focuses on meditation, education, and research in order to provide claws to families. It includes individuals from the United Kingdom and the United States. On September 14, 2020, the Ayngaran Foundation was registered with the Indian government. The Ayngaran foundation is situated among Coimbatore's beautiful greenery. Sasi Krishnasamy and Vince Thomas who started the organisation, had worked for other non-profits before he decided to start his own. Therefore, he began this on September 14 2020
The American Booksellers Association's specialty bestseller lists provide a current snapshot of what's selling in indie bookstores nationwide. Here is the Indie Biography and Memoir Bestseller List, based on sales at independent bookstores nationwide for the eight-week period ending November 13, 2022. 1. I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy1. I'm Glad My Mom Died Jennette McCurdy, Simon & Schuster, $27.99, 9781982185824 2. Dinners with Ruth: A Memoir on the Power of Friendships Nina Totenberg, Simon & Schuster, $27.99, 9781982188085 3. And There Was Light: Abraham Lincoln and the American Struggle Jon Meacham, Random House, $40, 9780553393965 4. Crying in H Mart: A Memoir Michelle Zauner, Knopf, $26.95, 9780525657743 5. Solito: A Memoir Javier Zamora, Hogarth, $28, 9780593498064 6. The Mosquito Bowl: A Game of Life and Death in World War II Buzz Bissinger, Harper, $32.50, 9780062879929 7. The Divider: Trump in the White House, 2017-2021 Peter Baker, Susan Glasser, Doubleday, $32, 9780385546539 8. Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story Bono, Knopf, $34, 9780525521044 9. The Philosophy of Modern Song Bob Dylan, Simon & Schuster, $45, 9781451648706 10. Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing: A Memoir Matthew Perry, Flatiron Books, $29.99, 9781250866448 11. The Extraordinary Life of an Ordinary Man: A Memoir Paul Newman, Knopf, $32, 9780593534502 12. The Book of Delights: Essays Ross Gay, Algonquin Books, $17.99, 9781643753287 13. Gender Queer: A Memoir Maia Kobabe, Oni Press, $19.99, 9781549304002 14. Like a Rolling Stone: A Memoir Jann S. Wenner, Little, Brown, $35, 9780316415194 15. Educated: A Memoir Tara Westover, Random House, $18.99, 9780399590528 16. Maus I: A Survivor's Tale Art Spiegelman, Pantheon, $16.95, 9780394747231 17. A Carnival of Snackery: Diaries (2003-2020) David Sedaris, Back Bay, $18.99, 9780316270182 18. Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands Kate Beaton, Drawn and Quarterly, $39.95, 9781770462892 19. Inciting Joy: Essays Ross Gay, Algonquin Books, $27, 9781643753041 20. Fox and I: An Uncommon Friendship Catherine Raven, Spiegel & Grau, $18, 9781954118119 21. Madly, Deeply: The Diaries of Alan Rickman Alan Rickman, Henry Holt and Co., $32, 9781250847959 22. Live Wire: Long-Winded Short Stories Kelly Ripa, Dey Street Books, $28.99, 9780063073302 23. Vanderbilt: The Rise and Fall of an American Dynasty Anderson Cooper, Katherine Howe, Harper, $18.99, 9780062964625 24. The Revolutionary: Samuel Adams Stacy Schiff, Little, Brown, $35, 9780316441117 25. Path Lit by Lightning: The Life of Jim Thorpe David Maraniss, Simon & Schuster, $32.50, 9781476748412 https://www.bookweb.org/news/indie-biography-and-memoir-bestseller-list-1628876
Pradip Raut is an Nepalese Singer, musician and actor. He was bron on 18 October 2004 in the Udayapur district of Province No.1 He lives with his family in Udayapur Katari. Pradip Raut is from the Katari, Maruwakhola. Pradip Raut is also Director. Filmy Carrer: Pradip Raut has worked on the actor's work in the short movie- "Hamro Maruwakhola" Published "Dhamilo Pani" in 2021. Other Work : Pradip Raut is also the Nepalese Director. Hight 5 foot 5 inch Born 18th October 2004 (age 17) Occupation: Singer and actor Years active 2022- present Know for Singer/Musician and director Religion Nepal Family Pradip Raut live with his father and mother in Udayapur Katari Maruwakhola. Pradip has one sister. She was married she live in Kathmandu with his husband. Father Name - Tilak Bahadur Raut Mother Name - Rukmadi Raut Sister Name - Yesoda Raut
Vicky Saini is a well-known Indian singer, Song-writer and Composer. his singing career started in 2021 with “Lattu" song. He was born on May 25, 2003 in Village Sukheri in Gangoh of District Saharanpur, Uttar Pardesh. He belongs to a Saini family and His age 18 year as of 2021. Her height is about 5' 9" inches. His hair colour is black and his eyes color is also black. He did his schooling at R.K Mehta Inter College Gangoh. Later, he attended Institute Management Studies (IMS) College of B.CA Roorkee for graduation. he started giving time to music as well. He has a deep interest in singing and acting from an early age.
Prologue What a life it's been for a little girl named Dorothy. I belong to her, you see. I am her life, her blood, her center of all feeling, and her so-called "symbol of love". I exist in her, and so I am her. Besides me, I'm here to tell you the stories of her life, her ups and downs, and most importantly, how I was the thing that kept her going all the time. We'll start with her chubby years when she could only crawl on her knees and hands instead of walking on her two feet. As I said, she wasn't as slender as she is now, and spent most of her time eating, crying, and sleeping for 10 minutes at a time. These weren't her best years so let's start right in the middle, shall we? Chapter 1 The not darkest of times And so Dorothy was in Fort Worth, TX. Yes, yes, I know, I skipped over quite a bit, but I only have 5,000 characters to share a very interesting life with someone very eager to hear it! As I was saying, Dorothy went from the town of her birth (which should no means be called by any other name) to a much better place that she rather enjoyed compared to, let's just call it, Burth town. Here she could meet new friends, go to a school that would spark her love for writing, and reveal the many other interests she still has today. However, a year is a year, and an apartment is an apartment, and a snobby area is a snobby area, and they were gone. Off to a place called Mansfield TX, a place they hoped would show more diversity and character than the rich neighborhood of Tanglewood Fort Worth. That also concluded in negative ways, but before anything could be done about it, a virus, that has impacted everyone's lives all across the world occurred. They were stuck in Mansfield with nothing to do about it, so they stayed there for another year or so. Anyways, let me tell you about the "not darkest time" in Dorothy's life. The pandemic had hit, and everyone was worried, confused, and out of their minds practically. Not her family, though. Her dad, a tough 40 something-year-old polish man, and her mom, a strong and fun Irish woman, knew just how to handle the situation. This means that Dorothy didn't have that hard of a time not really being able to leave the house for a couple of months. And, considering that they were in Texas, the laws weren't as strict for things to remain closed, so they had no trouble going out for dinner and doing things of such sort. Yes, her family was impacted as well as every other family in the US, but Dorothy had things quite good at the time considering the other events that occurred throughout her life. She spent her time crafting, playing outside, and spending some time on online school. Occasionally, her school was back in person and she was able to see all of her friends again, but you know how the story goes. So she was not in Mansfield Texas anymore. She was on a five-day road trip through New Mexico, Arizona (including the grand canyon and petrified forest), and up through southern California. You guessed it, San Fransisco it was, and all is well so far for the little girl I've spent my time helping keep her warm and happy. It seems I have some room to tell you her previous stories in a short song, so how about I give it a go. Chapter 2 The Darkest of Times: As I mentioned in the chapter before this one, there was a place before Fort Worth Texas that I don't dare speak of. But life is a game of truth or dare so why not. The place is called Odessa Texas, which is nothing like how it might sound. It's a plethora of brown, stucco strip malls, run-down, graffitied buildings, true crime-like stories in the newspaper, and oil. The land was hot and dry, and any green plants there were obviously planted there by humans. It was covered in nothing but oil fields and was right in the heart of west texas, in between Mexico, New Mexico, and the rest of Texas. That should set the scene well enough for you, now I need to hurry on with her life before. Past her chubby stage, she was an alien, a boy, a dinosaur, a raccoon, and an outright wild card. She drew on everything she saw, flipped her nickname backward (to Tod), told everyone she knew she was from the moon and bit people ALOT. After that, she got a tiny bit less crazy but was still only in 1, 2, and 3rd grade, which means she still had an explanation to be wild. She was this way because of the situation she lived in. Poverty is what it was, no good food, no clothes that fit, no proper discipline, and many other things. She was abused in ways she shouldn't have been, but she has come so far, that's what really counts. No more dinners at 10 o'clock, no more boy clothes, no more sugar (and screen) addiction, and no more Burth Town. After all, how would I be here, writing what my heart tells me, and treating it like the utmost past? My story is one to remind you that the pleasures you can't see should be left to your heart to see and to always cherish life now because you never know what might be next for you.
Your biography is the best way to let people know you. Write your stories to engage with your audience and make more friends! But many people find it difficult to write a bio of themselves. Want to see an example of a good one? Read this one from Andie, singer and songwriter: “ANDIE entered the world on June 19th 2002 in Dartford Kent – accompanied by her mother and father. BEFORE long the voice sprang into action, and at 14 she was already a veteran of stage and studio in her native county. AS she inhaled the sounds of Jesse J and James Arthur — so the flames were fanned. IN the autumn of 2018 led to a liaison with legendary 80's producer Ian Curnow – and the results have been the talk of the town. SHE now sits along side the likes of Adele, Dua Lipa and Rita Ora at the globally renowned SSB Solicitors under the golden wing of Mr Paul Spraggon. ‘‘LET YOU GO” is available worldwide by Right Track Records through the Universal Music Group. THE word is out ! THE seeds are sown.”
Hello… If you are reading this, you have found humanity's third attempt at making contact with our intergalactic brothers and sisters. I send this essay along with the Voyager 3.0 in the hope that you find it and read it. Our cosmic address is Planet Earth, The Solar System, Milky Way galaxy, Virgo Star Cluster. I know our location is not all that special in the grand scheme of things but before you rule us out as ordinary, please read the following story of mine for this may change your viewpoint of us. I don't know about your planet, but our globe and its citizens are still firmly attached to political distinction and economic supremacy. As a result, small countries and vulnerable people are often bullied and exploited. My country Tibet happens to be one of them. It was invaded and taken over by China in 1959. I was born on foreign soil as a refugee in India and as ironic as it is, I have never been to Tibet. My father fled Tibet in the year 1981 at age 13 with thousands of other Tibetans to seek asylum in India under the guidance of H.H the 14th Dalai Lama and has never been able to go back since. My mother, like me, was born in India and has never been to Tibet. Throughout my life, people would ask me, “Where are you from?”: A question easy for many people to answer but not for me. I would say “I am from Tibet,” but in the next breath I would have to add “but I have never been to Tibet.” People would either frown or laugh hearing that response. That would always be saddening. I was desperately in search of identity whereas most people were entitled to it since they were born. Growing up like that might seem dark, and it was until the Universe found me. I was a small kid (age 8) when my mother showed me picture books of Dinosaur and the next thing I knew, I was attached to it. Memorizing and visualizing different dinosaurs became my favorite past time and digging the earth in search of fossils became my best-loved adventure. With curious ventures like this, I was already in love with science, but it was when we were learning the universal law of Gravity that I realized that science was much more than just 'curious adventures.' It was a way to see universal connections- connections spanning beyond Space and Time. The equations of gravity told me that everything in the universe obeys the same law of gravity and is connected in that way. In some deep sense, I am connected to you and you are connected to me as well. This glimpse of a universal connection started my quest to look for more of our connections. I read books like Selfish Gene, Feynman lectures, Upright thinkers and A brief history of time. I watched youtube videos from the World Science Festival, Vsauce, and Kurzegast. I listened to podcasts such as Waking up, Startalk and Infinite monkey cage. And the more I looked, the more our connections seemed obvious: How we live, interconnected, through a delicate food web, How all of us humans evolved from the plains of Africa sharing the same genetic makeup, and how all of us atomically came from the stardust of distant Supernovae. Only then did I realize how petty our human-made political differences are in comparison to our shared reality of physical laws. In the face of that realization, worrying about my political insignificance seemed stupid. Instead, I started to see how connected we are to each other and felt a strong sense of love for everyone. I also started to see how our actions affect our shared planet and became morally and ecologically concerned about it. So dear Alien, although I have never met you, I still hold a strong sense of respect and love for you. These series of realizations, for me, was an indicator of how strong knowledge of the Universe can be in the service of Unity and peace. That's why I became a ‘Student of the Universe' passionately in pursuit of the physical laws that the universe has to teach us in the hope that I can foster these realizations to create our Universe a better place to live in. So Dear Alien, if you are still reading this, I hope you understand now that our planet is unique not because of its location but because of stories like mine. Thank you for reading, Tenzin Jampa Student of the Universe
Write about myself? Oh, where do I begin. My name is Bella. Some people call me Bex, and some people don't. As much as I wish that was it, it's actually Isabella G. Mulet. We don't talk about what G stands for, because that's embarrassing. I'm your average Cuban girl, born and raised in Miami, surviving every day with ADHD and anxiety. I have no fear in standing by what I believe in or my opinions. I go to a small, amazing high school called MAST @ Homestead. I live with 10 family members, whom I love dearly, but living in my home can be crazy, loud, and stressful. With that, I find myself doing activities that I love as distraction from the chaos I call home. Writing, skateboarding, listening to music, playing the drums, and sleeping are just some of the many things I enjoy. My interest in writing has existed since I was young, and now I enjoy describing emotions, the effects of social media and the twisted realities of our world. Listening to music goes hand in hand with my writing. I dedicate approximately ⅓ of my day to reading and analyzing music, from Ritchie Valens to Pink Floyd to Drake to Gustav Holst; music is my passion, and I hope to continue it into college. I'm probably one of the most ambitious people most will ever come across. I have big dreams. I plan to attend Duke University for college, a school I have loved since I knew it existed. I want to graduate from the Pratt School of Engineering, hopefully leading to a career in designing medical equipment and prosthetics, I also love to build and assemble. I'm just a girl from one of the smaller parts of Miami, dreaming to make it big. I'm not an adult, or a professional writer, or something worthwhile yet. But I'm getting there. It just takes a little passion, perspiration, and determination.
My name is Robert Lonergan. Well, my father's name S Robert Lonergan with a \\"James\\" sandwiched somewhere in the middle. I, however, am Aden, coming from a city my father grew up in; It's a small port town in Yemen where the air is fresh and cool, the smell of the sea carried through by airstreams in and around the sprawling bazaars and shops. I have never visited that fateful town, but still, I feel a strong connection... one wherein I feel the breeze, the sand, and the salt of the ocean if I only try hard enough. Perhaps we are linked so strongly by name. in this world, there are about as many new iPhones as thee are ways to spell, \\"Aiden, Adan, Aidan, and Adyn,\\" none of which are mine. My life began like that, early memories involving mispronounced names at kindergarten graduation, Lonergan being apparently a more difficult name then I had ever known it simply to speak. Regardless, I did go on and did accept the kindergarten diploma now boxed up, drawing the army of dust bunnies away from our stronghold downstairs, beckoning them to the garage. How trivial all of these awards and shows were would dawn on me later, but that is beside the point.\n\nIn grade 4 I began to notice changes. The teacher said that guys and girls become good friends and then do a thing called, \\"marriage.\\" Now I wasn't sure what that was but it sure sounded like fun! At least, it did for a bit. I asked everyone I knew what marriage was, especially my most trusted adult in coach Samuel whose name I have changed for reasons that will become obvious later. We talked and talked, sometimes a bit too long, but eventually, I would tell him something that would change my life, a realization I still have yet to fully realize. Now I didn't know, at the time, that a man in his mid-forties discussing girls with a ten-year-old boy was inappropriate, so I went on and on about the cute girls in class until I rattled off a name that shook him. \\"Cody.\\" It wasn't a girl, but a boy. I let him know and he paused solemnly for a minute before leaving me to the kickball I always chose. We didn't talk much after that. He rounded up the kids after we had gotten changed out of our gym clothes and announced to us some information that shook me, to say the least. \\"Now, listen up y'all. You know somebody who is a girl liking girls or a boy liking boys, you call 'em a faggot.\\" He made us repeat that awful word. Word spread throughout the school under the guise of innocent student talk, when in reality much darker and deep-seated hate was bubbling to the surface. This repression and shame of my bisexuality would hurt me for years to come and led to my middle school years being the worst of my life.\n\nFrom bullies to jocks, my middle school experience was so typical that I would get a lifetime ban from the Sundance film festival for the cliche writing of my life's plot. The homophobia continuously pushed my mental state further into the dirt. The combination of school and depression mixed with emotional disturbance also led me to gain OCD like some kind of sick 2-for-1 promotion of mental disorders. By the time I was 16, I had convinced my parents to let me go to therapy after telling them of my troubles, though depression had delayed that discussion about four years. Medication, though, was not enough in a town like Waxahachie where the average person had an inclination against all things rainbow. This is where I turned to Ryan. Ryan was where my friend Alex got his drugs from and I asked him for something simple - a bag of edibles, gummy bears to be exact. What I didn't know was that the first two gummies I took made me paranoid... so paranoid that I took the rest of the bag, idiotically. The edibles are ten milligrams per. The average does for a started is five. I took three hundred. I was strung out on my bed for three days, still feeling residual pulls as I took a test for AP Biology. I felt 2D, my mind racing and painting pictures from other dimensions, and I specifically recall the ability to see in the first dimension and cars racing around me, everything feeling so connected. I called 911 after feeling pain and that godsend operator thankfully didn't notify police of my little stasis. They left and my incredible parents helped me in feeling up to snuff. We talked for a while about everything and eventually, things were back to usual.\n\nIt was then, cotton-mouthed in my bed and hot as a rock in the desert that I realized I needed a change. This, coupled with a recently ordered pride flag, convinced me to come out to my friends. What I hadn't realized is that these things change; friends accepted me with open arms and we are stronger now for it.\n\nIf anyone comes across my story, know that escape is not the answer. Be involved, because this life is the one chance you get. Every obstacle in life is like a puzzle, one which must be solved to see the bigger picture to take a side; drugs, legal or illegal, only serve to change the pieces.\n
Today I have been in a good mood. Because of my mother and my writing and art. That and I took call my frustrations out on the “world” on Plague Inc. I love that game and I called it my bitchy game for when I am angry or bored. I am writing a biography and a fanfic that I didn't intend on becoming a book. Lol. Right now it's just on my site. I feel no need to date anyone because with this fanfic book I get to experience the emotions without getting hurt. The same with my short stories. I am working through that so fuck off plenty of fish.
I am doing much better then a week ago Sunday. I am stills angry and hurt but I am able to move on with my art and writing. They are my therapy that and a great mother. She sends me links for my email with inspirational quotes. But the anger is still residual because of the fact that this even happened. But I am working out my emotions through writing and my art. Today I feel better because my auntie came for lunch at the pub so that was amusing. Only one thing after the wind we had last night the fucking sign for the restaurant blew off and I thought they went out of business. Thankfully the open sign was lit up.
Terrorized. Why my father listening to classical and intellectual music blaring loud all fucking afternoon. I am trying break a stereotype of people with aspergers and autism and my father was sitting there ruining my street cred and pissing me the fuck off. I didn't want a nightmare so I finally but my motherfucking foot down and said enough or in tibetan “gakada.” I have a foot fetish... I will fine my father's toes and step on them if he does idiotic things like that. Jezz.