How to form great habits?


After a long time

It’s a very long time ago I last updated my blog. Now I’m teaching mathematics and physics for almost an year and half. I deleted my facebook account and hence my facebook pages so I’m officially back to blogging. But still its a long way to go.


Twenty minutes of writing….

Numbers, what are them? just a collection of symbols represent mathematical data? or are they words of a poem? As a mathematics teacher I’m fascinated by these numbers numbers can give you information that you’d never expect.

different circumstances produce different outputs as we interact with them. As a computer program produce different numbers for a different inputs. What is the number represent happiness, what is the number represent sadness, What is the number represent depression.

Numbers are used to represent colors in a computer program. Every color has a number. If there is a first human used wordpress for blogging. Which one am I? which one are you? If there is a first neuron produced in the womb of mother then which ones are we using to experience happiness.

What is the number of stars in our galaxy? What is the number of atoms in an eyebrow? It’s all a collection of numbers. How many seconds are there in twenty minutes? How many arc minutes I typed. How many arc seconds taken after I last blink?

one is the number of Taj Mahals in the earth. Two is the number of times our clock hit twelve a day. Three is the number of people we need to play a tennis match including the referee. Four is the number of letters in the word “fire”. Five is the number of knuckles in a hand. Six is the number represent the score given in a cricket match when the ball is hit over the rope. “Seven seas” is a brand name of a drug company. Eight is the number of legs a spider has ( CREEPY! ) And nine, replace f with n of the word “fine”.

It’s twenty minutes of typing thanks.

The best therapy!!!

First thing to do after woke up in the morning, checking Writing101 commons. Finally the course started, great! At first, I had no idea of what I would post on “I write because…” I thought about updating my about page and post it on writing101, but….. I got a call.

I had no idea that my day would get weird and dramatic. That was my father on the other end. His tone on the phone just pissed me off. How much it pissed me off?? It got me angry, frustrated and then suicidal.

I don’t know how the “standard” procedure of a suicide. I assumed I first do something memorable, and then write a suicidal note. I thought I had to erase myself completely out of my family “no memories to exist after myself”. I started ripping off photographs of my childhood. That must be one of the stupidest things I’d done 😦 . After finishing off with destroying some of them (my mother found out in the meantime and she rescued others from me), I decided to write a “note”.

My father is the best of his deeds, but may be the worst of his expressions. He is always talking like we are here to kill him or make him suffer. I have a sister who is mean to me from my childhood. She always has that expression, look or tone to piss me off. By the way, my brother and mother, they are the best.

Ah… “The note”! I started writing it on the wall, with the use of a chalk. I was writing some of their expressions which they used to mock me in big Sinhalese (my native language) words. After a while, I realized the lack of contrast of the yellow chalk I used on white wall. I stopped to change the chalk and continued writing. Again I stopped! This time, I just looked what I wrote. I started loving my writing big Sinhalese hand writing on the wall! Again I started writing. This time I was more logical on what I write, I was more careful about my hand writing. Anger, frustration, sadness or whatever negative feeling I had, vanished.

Create a Life Handbook

Cyberspace Solitude

I’ve been inspired to create a Life Handbook. A life handbook is a personal manual that encompasses your goals and dreams, personal mission, and ideas that you have on your journey of becoming. Often, we get caught up in the daily grind and lose sight of the practical means necessary to realize our dreams. By working on a physical expression of my life purpose, I want to increase my ability to accomplish my own potential.

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Life is always harder than we envision. As a youth, I thought my life would be a straightforward execution of my goals, with occasional episodes planned by God. That was naive. In reality, I have discarded some of my lesser goals in pursuit of the ones that I found more worthy. Even some of the skills I spent years acquiring have been simply nice nick-knacks on my accomplishment shelf. My life has…

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