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Another Award!

Yes, I ‘met’ some wonderful people online through blogging, Twitter and Facebook. I apologise to Guilie who gave me this fantastic award for my blog. It has been a few months since I was given the award. I went to Mongolia and just back. I want to say thank you to Guilie for the award. So. Kreativ Blogger award. There are rules. The first, most important, is to thank my awarders and link to them. Then I must answer these ten questions: What’s your favorite song? Oh there are so many. It depends on many things, mainly time. If I

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H is for Health Remedies

I’d like to share with you some Mongolian traditional health tips and remedies for today’s challenge. When I was little, we used to cure cold and fever with following methods as well as western medicines: horse meat soup with garlic putting warm urine soaked cloth as a compress round the chest drinking a bowl of my mother’s urine while it’s warm People with back pain, high blood pressure or people who had tension on their shoulders use cupping. My father still use this technique sometimes. Also acupuncture is popular. I remember my mother had them when I was about five.

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G is for Ger

Ger is a Mongolian word for yurt. In Mongolian, the word ger also means home. Does happiness depend on how many rooms or how much you have? When I say I grew up in a ger some people think poverty. Well, I never starved of love.   Here are some fun facts of growing up in a ger: You never feel alone. You are always in the same house wherever you move house.  There is no bed time different from adults. You can see the stars through the window on top. Everyone eats together facing each other because of the

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Mother’s Day

  My little boy wonders whether I am asleep I’m not sure if I should open my eyes But when I start to open them, He thinks I’m waking up. I lay in bed. His careful steps get closer I pretend. ‘Mummy, do you want to open your card?’ he whispers. That’s me. I see my son standing there, smiling Before I say anything, his little feet couldn’t wait longer He ran to his big sister to announce ‘Mummy is awake.’ They walk into the room Their Daddy follows, with their baby sister in his arms And to Mum, the

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Why I write in English

why do you write in English? if I write in my mother tongue, my mother will read it if she reads my pain you know how mother’s love is her heart will ache it’s simple, I love her dearly why do you write in English? if I write in my native tongue, my father will read it if he reads my pain you know how father’s love is he might cry and cry it’s simple, I can’t let him cry   Read my blog for my son Billy here.

© Guuye ~ Гүүеэ
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