Miscarriage and Career!

I rarely could eat breakfast before an important meeting, but it was obvious the baby in my womb had different plans, when the cafeteria lady asked me what it would be, I ordered Eggs Benedict. I wondered if he would mind if I added a decaf but had enough self-control not to.

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The two executives from headquarters walked in and noticed me right away, they were screaming ‘corporate’ due to their sharp suits and polished shaves. One had a British accent; the other German, they smiled and tried to figure out who I was and why all of a sudden I had been dumped on their agenda.

I felt so proud, this was it! This was the career I had always dreamt of. They tried to remain polite but the British couldn’t help himself, as he showed me the list of meeting attendees, he insisted “Don’t take the seat right next to the CTO, let, Xavier handle introductions.”

“Of course”, I smiled, trying to put him at ease. I was not in Sales, no commission was going to come to me, I just really wanted this deal to close before I left for maternity leave, but of course I was not going to bother explaining all that.

Xavier chimed in, “Did they ask you to come so we can have a ladies’ views on the Retail deals” I wanted to give him a sneer, but instead I practiced my diplomatic face, “No, I was invited by the office of the Chairman. When his perplexed look continued, I added, “Because I have been working on this product for two years, and I AM THE BEST person to speak on the Go To market plans“

I see, and why couldn’t the product manager come to explain, what is his name, you know the Asian fellow with the colorful glasses?”

I felt a sharp pain in my side, it took all of my strength not to shiver down, this asshole was clearly upsetting the baby. “Because”, I gave him a cold look, “He actually believes I can do my job, plus I am already working on iOt innovation deals, we just want the deal to close, doesn’t matter by whom.”

The other party’s executives arrived, whistling and too happy of a face for a 7:30am meeting. They greeted each other so warmly I felt we were in a Godfather scene.

The CTO then acknowledged me at last, and looked me up from head to toe, “They sent us a model since this is a retail deal?” He laughed at his own joke but I could tell he put everyone at mal ease.

“I’m Layla, Sebastian thought it would be beneficial if I came today, so we can discuss post- launch milestones and hopefully add them in?

“Interesting, and what kid of a name is Layla? My daughter wants to get a dog and name her Layla too, you must be very trendy”. I wasn’t sure whether to love or hate the guy. To the dismay of Xavier, he pulled the chair next to him for me to sit on, and ordered his assistant to get me a cappuccino. I tried to refuse, but he made one of his jokes, “Oh don’t worry, this is not one of those drinks your German colleagues claim as coffee,this is the real deal”.

We transitioned into the conference room, the meeting was supposed to last 5 hours max, we were going to go through each clause and ensure everyone is clear on the co-innovation agreements between two companies, we had legal, product, and business development teams in the room. I was the only marketer and the only woman. The Chairman had told me if everything went smooth, we could close the deal by lunchtime, and go celebrate on his card. I was so looking forward to that, this baby had an appetite unmatched by anyone I knew.

As the negotiations progressed, so did the sharp pain on my side. It began taking over my entire body, I felt a mixture of morning sickness, dizziness, and then a cold shiver all throughout. It must have shown because the CTO threw in more of his humor:

“Come on Xavier, you can’t be serious with that idea, look you are making your own iOT expert shiver”.

I tried to mask the pain with yet another smile, I had waited so long to be taken seriously, and now here was my chance, it had been given to me, and last thing I wanted to do was to distract the again with my ‘femaleness’.

The hours went by, the CTO ordered me another coffee, I knew better than to drink that much caffeine, so I tried to warm my hands with the cup, I desperately needed a warm beverage. I tried to get up to go the restroom and I realized I was in so much pain I could not stand up.

Lunchtime came and we were no place to closing the deal, so they decided to go to the Café. I still could not manage to get up, so I made an excuse that I needed to catch up with emails and remained in my seat.

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I robbed my belly and talked to my baby, he was the only thing that kept me going, I felt his warmth and encouragement, it felt like he was saying, “Keep going Mommy, I know you can do this”, I knew he was going to be like his father, supportive and a feminist. It must be special to raise a son, to raise him right.

The guys came back to resume meetings, and kept arguing over what felt to me unimportant details. The pain began increasing, but suddenly I felt empowered by it, it was as if the baby was helping me speak my mind. I began chiming in, ignored Xavier’s raised eyebrows and provided input on how to change each clause so it made sense to both parties. I even gave some radical grass root suggestions that had all of them looking stupefied.

But the meeting DRAGGED on. It was finally 8:00pm by the time we signed the deal.

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I had sat there for 12 hours straight. It took all of my strength to stand up so I could say goodbye, they invited me to go for ‘scotch’, but I could tell they were relieved when I refused. The CTO looked at me and said, “I am going to write a note to Bernie, I look forward to seeing you again and working with you on this” and then he winked, I tried to find what the appropriate answer should be to this, but noticed there was blood in my chair and just smiled.

I waited for them to leave the parking lot before calling the ambulance. 30 minutes later, I was in ER room, and felt like I was in the middle of a dream when the Dr. told me I was pregnant with twins. How could my Dr. have missed this. I called my husband to tell him the news, he got super excited and did not wait for me to finish the whole story, “I am on my way honey”. We lived two hours away, as I tried to call him back to tell him the situation, the phone rang, it was the Chairman himself, “Congratulations, YOU closed the deal, we’ll celebrate tomorrow, with the whole team, my office, Well Done”.

Before I could respond my battery died. And then I passed out from the pain. When I woke up my husband was next to me, he was crying.

He held my hands, “They think one baby is Ok, the other one , they think it was another ectopic, but they are not sure”. I nodded, we had been through this before, I knew the deal.

My Dr. finally reached the hospital, and the doctor on duty came back to give results of ultrasound. “We think one pregnancy is already over, but the good news is the baby in the uterus looks fine”. Only time will tell. You need to stay here for a while, and we’ll monitor the pregnancy.

My husband had to go home to take care of our daughter, no family in town makes parenthood so much more of a challenge. But it was great time for me to get to know my baby boy. I had named him Milan and I could already tell what kind of a character he was going to have.

But my time with Milan did not last too long. As I continued to lose blood, my Dr. told me I had a duty towards my first born, “She is too young to not have a mom.” So I lay down, allowing the nurse to give me the infamous methotrexate shot, killing my baby. I felt like I could hear him protest, “But Mom, we have made it so far together”

When we went home neighbors and well meaning friends stopped by, but only to say comments that would simply want me to kill myself or them. “It was meant to be, imagine if he was born with defects, or autism”, “Really, it was meant to be?” First of all, my baby Milan was going to be perfect, I just knew that, and second of all, I would love him just the same, no matter what.

After a few days of bearing distasteful unhelpful signs of sympathy, I decided to go back to work.

I felt that was what Milan would have wanted me to do.

After all, this was not my first miscarriage, but I swear it would be my last. My great project was already given to an ambitious young man, who was running with it. My boss tried to find me a new home, a woman mentor stepped in, and offered me a fellowship in her team, and of course no sign of a promotion, as I tried to make the best of the situation, the sharp pains came back, and this time I deiced not to ignore it.

Turns out my body didn’t dissolve the sac & it kept filling up with blood; growing which ruptured my right tube. I felt like the baby was angry at me, he was punishing me for having tried to kill him. I kept calling my Dr. who told me it was normal to feel this way, the pain and the cramps were going to be present for a while. Then one day, I felt paralyzed at work, and in the middle of a staff meeting, our Director had to stop taking and drive me to the hospital.

I came home a few days later, with no signs of pregnancy left in my bodyy. But that baby sure fought his way to stay. My husband dropped me in the sofa; he also had lost his strength and could not carry me upstairs. The sofa became my new home. Days turned into weeks, and I could not face going back to work, or even upstairs to my room. My manger was kind enough to keep me on until bonus time and then offered me a nice separation package.

Neighbors began dropping by again, “ Cheer up, you are so young, you’ll have many more kids” and I just wanted to slap them, I am not young, and I don’t want any more kids, I just want to be left alone. I just want my son back. The days dragged on. And Netflix became my only friend.

Family members started calling, oh you are so strong, you already endured so many bigger losses, how bad could this be? It is not like he was even a person yet” and I I would have to block their comments out of my head in order not to lose it completely. When one of our religious friends told me that Jesus only gave us what we could endure, I completely lost it on her, was this really me ‘handling it?’ I told my husband no more visits, I stopped answering my phone altogether.

I felt so isolated and cut out from the world. What made things even worst was that one day, I overheard a conversation between my husband and his parents, they were asking him what was wrong with me exactly, and then telling him that he should have married a younger wife, who could give him the 3 kids he deserved. They also told him his brother’s wife was pregnant with the second child, my husband remained silent, and did not really respond, and soon found an excuse to hang up. But after that, it was as if something broke between us forever. I felt angry at him, and I felt guilty for not being able to give him the kids he deserved, and more than anything, I felt distant, so very distant.

One day, a neighbor stopped by, she could see I was in the house and not opening the door, so she let her self through the window. My daughter was lying down with me watching TV, so she looked at me long and hard, and then gave us both a hug, She did not say anything. Gold bless her for JUST NOT saying anything. I wanted to cry on her shoulders, but my daughter was there, and I just could not. But the hug felt the closest thing to a connection to life. She told me she was going to take my daughter to her house so she could play with the kids and I felt so grateful.

More empty weeks followed, my husband began taking more business trips and I just lay on the sofa watching as much Netflix as I could. Then one day, as we watched a Christmas movie, my daughter blurred out “Mommy, why does everyone think Santa is so kind when he is really evil?”

“Why do you say that darling?”

“Well for Christmas all I wanted was a baby brother, remember I wrote that in the letter, and then what does he do, he gives it to me and then takes it away, what kind of a sick person does that, specially since I have been so good, I eat all my veggies, I share my toys, I brush my teeth…”.

I knew my days on the sofa had to end right there. It was time to get up and act like a Mom again. “Honey it was not Santa’s fault that we lost your brother” and she began to cry, and we just sat there and cried together. Then she raised her beautiful head up and said, Mommy, do you want to go and make some food? I am hungry.

“Yes I do”.

“Mommy what kind of food do you think my brother would have liked?

I don’t need to think about this one, “Eggs Benedict” I say, immediately, and we head to the kitchen.

In the U.S. alone there is an estimated 900,000 to 1 million babies lost in miscarriage each year, causing depression in women and men alike. In my experience, one out of two families I know have experienced a loss through miscarriage. Yet it is so hard for people to be supportive for each other. I thought sharing my story could help others. it is easy to find that form by just being observant and listening. Thank you for everyone who was there for our family.

Adventures with AnnaLiza

232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv34946-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-4823756347nu0mrjOnce upon a time lived a family of three, Papa Antoine, Maman Layla, and daughter Delarai. They lived in a small but gorgeous house. God had blessed them with many things including good health, lovely neighbors, and loving friends. There was only one thing that was missing. All members of the family, especially the daughter, wished every night upon a star, that they could have a new addition to their family. A nice little sister for Delarai.


On March 3rd, a beautiful baby girl was born in a magical little city called San Francisco. She was 5 pounds 15 ounces and 20 inches tall.

She was ready for a new home. Maman Layla, Papa Antoine, and daughter Delarai rushed to the hospital to meet the gorgeous little princess. During the drive to the hospital, Delarai chose a name for her little sister, “Annaliza”, which meant a gift from God. As soon as the family entered the hospital room, AnnaLiza turned around & gave a gorgeous smile to her new family. It was love at first sight.

In the first weeks, AnnaLiza loved to sleep. Delarai would stay next to her crib and sing lovely songs for her in French, Farsi


and English.

She was called Annalisa by her sister, Poussine (French nickname) by Papa Antoine, and “Gomboloo” (Farsi nickname) by Maman Layla. AnnaLiza had lots of FANS. From that day on, Annaliza was called in many loving ways. Annaliza was sure special. So many people loved her.

AnnaLiza was sure a personality of her own. She was naughty, kind, and gentle. She sure knew what she wanted, and she was not afraid to ask for it.

232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv3-357-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-436;-57347nu0mrjAnnaliza had a lot of style. She looked good in any color and any outfits her sister would choose for her. She had a real sense for fashion, and she insisted on wearing the same outfits as her big sister. Annalisa sure loved to eat; she could not wait till the day she could start on solids.

On March 21st, AnnaLiza celebrated her first important holiday. That was the Iranian New Year. The family celebrated by cleaning the house, making a Hafsin, dressing in new clothes, and visiting special friends and family.



Annaliza became really chatty when she turned two month old. She would talk for hours, her mother and the neighbors heard her say “Hi” at an early age.

232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv3-2-8-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-436;9-6347nu0mrjAnnalisa and Delarai shared a very strong sisterly bond unmatched by anyone except maybe Elsa and Anna.

She also had a real sense for adventure, mountains, forests, and the park, nothing scared her at all.

When Annalisa turned three months, Mammy and Pappy came all the way from France to meet her. They brought her beautiful toys and clothes. She specially appreciated French Fashion, and had a great bond with Mammy who promised she would take her on many trips.232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv3-4-8-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-436;-6;347nu0mrj


At 4 months old, Delarai and Annaliza began planning a secret trip to the kingdom of Tonga, the land of Annaliza’s ancestors. Delarai suspects Annaliza could even the future Queen of Tonga. Located in Oceania, Tonga is an archipelago in the South Pacific Ocean, directly south of Western Samoa and about two-thirds of the way from Hawaii to New Zealand. AnnaLiza began learning how to swim as soon as she heard the kingdom has 177 islands, so she can be prepared for their first trip. Luckily they had a pool with pleasant warm water where AnnaLiza could swim as much as she likes. She also likes to sunbath with her sister Delarai. Oh the beauties of a California summer!232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv37353-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-4857292347nu0mrj

On the day Tupou VI and Nanasipau were crowned the new King and Queen of Tonga; Annaliza celebrated being an American at her first 4th of July neighborhood parade!

Annaliza began eating solids as soon as her Doctor said she could. (Just a few days short of her 5th month birthday). She was a real gourmand, and absolutely loved everything given to her. Her favorite dishes were: Rice cereal, celery juice and mashed carrots.  She also loved to help cook!

232323232-fp83232-uqcshlukaxroqdfv37267-nu=489;-9-4-534-WSNRCG=35-4993-59347nu0mrjAnnaliza even taught us some recipes from Tonga, like this watermelon drink Otai, and Kale Moa which is a chicken vegetable dish. She also loves pineapple.

Over all, Annaliza had a lovely first few months. Her family is looking forward to her six- month birthday, and her sister Delarai is planning many surprises for her to come. Annaliza has many aspirations for the near future. She hopes to try at least one new food each day, learn how to say hello in four different languages, and get a passport so she can go on an exciting adventurous holiday. She is currently deciding between the Kingdom of Tonga, Canada and France.


Where do you think she’ll end up next?



How we adopted a baby on the dawn of our Indiegogo launch!

One month ago, right before pressing the ‘launch’ button on our crowdfudning campaign on Indiegogo, I got a phone call we had waited for four years, a phone call we had given up on long ago,

“There is a newborn waiting for you at the San Francisco General Hospital”.

“A new born? We did not ask for a new born, we wanted a 3 year old boy, remember?” that was probably not an answer our social worker appreciated to hear, but I am not exactly known for my diplomacy.

With a growing number of infertility issues in the world, more people are interested in adopting newborns, and all I ever wanted to do was to help a child in need, somehow I felt I am not helping as much since newborns are considered such hot commodities. Besides, how realistic was it to launch a startup and to care for a newborn at the same time?

I asked our social worker if I could have some time to think about it, and she said, of course, call me back in 20 minutes with your decision!!

My husband was out of town, as I frantically tried to get him on the phone, I tried to remember what is the closest store where I could buy a car seat. My neighbor called to ask if I could watch her kids while she ran to the gym, and it felt unreal hearing myself say, “I am sorry Claire, but I am busy right now trying to prepare our house for a baby”.

Within an hour or two, Claire and Lisa my front door neighbor, showered me with baby clothes, a bassinet, bath, and yes a car seat. We set up the entire nursery in a few hours.

As I broke the news to Delarai, my five year old, upon picking her up from school, she started jumping up and down with joy, then said: “Mummy, mummy, you see I was a good girl and Santa finally brought me what I had really wanted for Christmas”.

My husband flew back immediately and the three of us drove to San Francisco to pick up the baby. During the one-hour drive my husband and I discussed our uncertainties: what did we really know about raising an African American child? Did we still remember how to feed a baby? How often do they wake up during the night? Will the baby be healthy? Should we give her a Farsi, French, or African American name? Will I need to quit my startup to be a good Mom? Is my Indiegogo campaign going to be a failure now that I won’t be able to dedicate all of my time to it? Will my in-laws be disappointed with another girl in the family?

Once in the hospital, we noticed the baby was placed under the critical care unit. As we followed the nurse, my body was trembling, especially after passing each baby connected to a life support systems. The short 5-minute walk seemed like an eternity until we finally reached the last crib in the room. As we walked towards the baby, she turned around and smiled at me!! Yes, a real smile. Now I know this does not sound logical or realistic, but there is no Dr. in the world that will convince me this was just reflex.

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As I held her in my arms, all of my doubts seemed so distant and far away. I looked at my husband and daughter who also had tears in their eyes, and I know the perfect line here would be to say, “Nothing else mattered”, but as I mentioned I am not diplomatic enough, so I will say the truth instead: “I felt a great love for her immediately as well as a mysterious strength assuring me that I could make sense of it all, and still launch my campaign.

That night we had fancy dinner plans with our friends, Noushin and Nick Ivanitsky and Merima and Alec Bicic.  as I called to cancell, they insisted we share this joyous affair with them and prepared us an unforgettable feast, while assuring us of their support in both parenthood and entrepreunership journey.

Both couples made generous contributions towards our campaign and showered us with gifts for the baby.  We are far away from our goal, but that is because much of our love and attention has been focused elsewhere these days.  Based on the amount of support friends and community have shown so far, we feel strongly that entrepreneurship and adoption can have a beautiful marriage!


We invite you to Check Out Our Campaign and show your support if you care about creating a more healthy and delicious lifestyle for all kids:

Thank you Claire Lee and Lisa Ly for all of your support with the adoption, and Noushin and NickMerima and Alic for your help with the launch! We would not have made it this far without you.

ShopNChef is convenient and easier than you think!

Why is ShopNChef so convenient?

We are so fortunate to live in a modern world. Advancements in all fields of work help us understand more, live longer and make it easier to provide for the ones we love.

The fusion of modern advancement with constant natural progression has resulted in wise solutions to everyday problems.

Is it difficult to make it to the store to shop? Do you need some advice on cooking techniques?

I recently came across “SHOPnCHEF” and believe me it is one of those wise solutions. It enables users to order raw meal ingredients with recipes based on their cuisine, diet, or religious preferences, packaged in exact recipe quantities for same day delivery, from local sources, to cook at home.

They strongly believe in the integrity of community and each individual’s family. The act of sharing food with people is unifying in nature and transformative to all areas of life. The community and raw ingredient meals appeal to a broad range of individuals, from home cooks and food lovers to professional chefs.

The platform is simple to interact with in a number of ways. Order meals listed on the website, become part of the sellers network or read and share articles on the blog: “Table Talk”, in a few clicks.

SHOPnCHEF eliminates the need for grocery shopping and meal planning. At the same time, it provides more variety and access to ethnic cuisine. There is less waste associated with the platforms portioned meals, as the ingredients are ready to cook. Ingredients are cut and portioned when you receive them, making cooking more enjoyable and less stressful. Convenient delivery service means coming home to everything you need for a relaxing night-in.

Check them out, they deliver all over the bay area, from San Jose to San Francisco.

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Birthday Bash in Chef Koochooloo style!

Chef Koochooloo transforms your birthday party!

We are happy to introduce a new product in the Chef Koochooloo family! Birthday parties with a twist! That’s right with Chef Koochooloo hosting a session in your kid birthday party you can turn the birthday experience and add an incredible gift for every guest!

To try this concept our CEO, Layla Sabourian transformed Delarai’s fifth anniversary in a Chef Koochooloo thematic party. Kids enjoyed while cooking a delicious recipe from Greece and all guests had a chance to try this!

Check out the photos from the event below and don’t hesitate to contact us to know more about the Chef Koochooloo Birthday Bash!

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We are hiring our very first employees!

Cooking Class Teacher/Leader

Chef Koochooloo Early Stage Startup

Are you passionate about creating a fun and educational experience for children? Do you love cooking and tasting recipes from different countries? Are you looking to enhance your experience working with children while being involved with a Silicon Valley Startup? Then join our team! Chef Koochooloo is a mobile + social + educational platform that teaches kids about math, science and geography through cooking.  We have been piloting our curriculum in various Silicon Valley schools and received exceptional feedback.

Deliver the cooking session to a group of approximately 15 children ages 4-10 following the syllabus created by the Chef Koochooloo Product Development team
Guide the kids in preparing recipes from different countries while discovering the world
Actively engage in suggesting and planning activities, such as “learn while you wait”, fun facts and games

Desired Skills and Experience

  • Demonstrated interest and experience with children ages 4-10
  • Commitment to safety and well-being of the children
  • Understanding child development
  • Schedule flexibility
  • Passion for cooking and travelling
  • Communication and interpersonal skills
  • Proven ability to work as a member of a team
  • About this company


  • Experience working with children
  • Work with an innovative company committed to creating global citizens that care about the world.
  • Hourly remuneration

The classes are scheduled to begin in November 2014 and will take place in the Mountain View School district as well as various restaurants.

Yenegah Bakery Lessons – Tuesdays from 4:00 to 5:30

Mariano Castro Elementary School – Tuesdays from 3:05 to 4:05 & Wednesdays from 2:05 to 3:05.

Email resumes to Layla@chefkoochooloo.com
Please visit some of our classroom sessions via our Youtube channel: www.youtube.com/chefkoochooloo


Chef Koochooloo is giving away a gorgeous Adna Watch

We are partnering with ADNA to giveaway a beautiful watch as a price for our first official contest!

This beautiful ADNA Watch is a Belgian product that just begun its expansion to the United States. Designed by Alain De Nys, ADNA emanate quality combined with fashionable colors and fun designs that are interchangeable. That’s right!

In order to be the winner of one of these amazing European Watches all you need to do is follow these simple steps

1) Follow @ChefKoochooloo  and @adnawatchusa on Twitter

2) Tweet us a line that includes the @ChefKoochooloo and @AdnaWatchUSA handles with your wise line, thought, or advice about using your time in the kitchen.

3) Ask your friends to retweet your tweet! The Tweet with the major number of retweets (of the original tweet) will win this beautiful watch!

4) You have until November 30th to participate! We will be announcing the winner December 1st and will contact the winner via Twitter!

Thanks for participating!!

How often do you get to WASTE YOUR creativity?

No matter what our gender, race, or age, we all have one thing in common:  we want to be happy. And it is scientifically proven that laughing is one way of becoming happy. The past few months have not exactly been ideal for me and after losing my grandmother, the much desired twins, and a few unexpected changes at work, a friend launched Captionit, which brought a SMILE back to my face, and reminded me not to take life so seriously.

Captionit. claims to be the “Funniest App of 2014″, and  who doesn’t need a bit of humor in their life? An iPhone app that allows you to play caption contests, users provide their best caption for an image posted in the app. Other users can vote and comment on captions, with the most popular caption appearing first.

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Years ago we launched this concept for Yahoo! Answers’s Facebook Page, we called it Caption Tuesdays, and it was by far the most popular Facebook day for our users, so I can only imagine the success Captionit has in store.

I’ve been using the app now for 2 weeks and although I find many, shall we call it, distasteful photos, here is what I do love about it:

It allows me to discover funny pictures and captions –


It allows me to be creative: I can add my own captions, can share my captioned picture on facebook, and can win carrots and crowns:

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  1. I can upvote the captions that I like most – (Delarai really enjoyed this one)


One of the things I like most is that I can create Polaroid-like picture frames and save my favorite images to my photo gallery to enjoy wherever, whenever I like. The polaroid style picture looks like this:

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Conveniently,  I can share the picture via Email, SMS, Facebook & Twitter.

I enjoy using the app a lot, but hope to see more users who have a more PG13 sense of humor versus the rated R :) So far, the app is the funniest I have ever downloaded. Considering that Caption Contests are gaining more and more popularity and Captionit is the first iPhone app that allows you to play and create caption contests on your iPhone, I believe it has a good chance to become a mainstream app that many enjoy.  Plus, the founder and CEO is one of the nicest entrepreneurs I have met, with no chips on his shoulders (although I hear he knows how to bake the best chips you ever tasted).

You can download Captionit for FREE for a limited time.  Check it out, and leave your impressions below in  the comments, I am officially the first blogger to cover Captionit, so you can bet your feedback will be treated with the outmost attention.


What is the SAP HANA Marketplace?

On March 5, SAP announced the SAP HANA Marketplace: an online app store where customers and developers can try, buy, and deploy SAP HANA applications. There are currently more than 75 applications on the marketplace and we plan to have more than 500 apps by the end of this year.  A low-touch, self-service marketplace is an essential requirement for transforming SAP into a cloud company.

One important step to bring SAP HANA to everyone is the new subscription pricing options for the SAP HANA Cloud Platform (HCP). At the March 5th press conference, Vishal showed in a demo how easy and affordable it is to buy the newly announced SAP HANA Cloud Platform from SAP HANA Marketplace. In the demo, Vishal showed buying and getting access to a 128 GB SAP HANA infrastructure service (starting at $1,595 per month), in less than thirty minutes. Such a fast deployment of SAP HANA is critical to drive its mass adoption globally. This new and easy buying experience is available for applications being developed by SAP and its partners (Startups, ISVs, SIs).

Press and analysts have welcomed these new announcements resulting in 24 total articles that reached approximately 45.1 million readers. They also generated 2092 tweets resulting in over 6 million impressions, and of course the questions are rolling in.

For all those who have more questions. We thought we would provide a comprehensive FAQ that will evolve as we journey through this transformation.

We would love your impressions of SAP HANA Cloud platform and SAP HANA Marketplace, and welcome your feedback.

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Journaling my way to Entrepreneurship

During a leadership seminar last week, I learned about the importance of journaling in all aspects of life, including leadership and entrepreneurship. Growing up I was a journal junky but put the practice aside as I began blogging about various work related topics.  After the seminar, I realized journaling and blogging are still two different things; the main difference for me is that when blogging, I still have to keep my audience in mind, and write in a style that the audience can follow. When journaling, the main customer is myself. When I begin writing, I wont’ worry about grammar, spelling and structure, I will just get the words out as fast as I can and put my thoughts together.

During the seminar they gave us this outline for everyday journaling:

When I feel understood,  I…….

When I’m not at my best, I…..

What I really care about is…..

I suppose I can follow the above template or come up with my own.  So far my biggest challenge in wanting to launch ‘Chef Koochooloo’ is the fact that my thoughts are all over the place, and I have so many ideas and so many things that need to be done in order to get a product launched, that I simply just don’t find enough time to do everything. And I feel overwhelmed with even the number of emails I have to answer.

Perhaps one way I can get started is by coming up with my main goal/objective for Chef Koochooloo, and figuring out what my mission would be, then every day on my journal write about.  After that, I can prioritize on the list of things I need to do and how I will go about it.  I think it would also be helpful to write about one thing that made me happy that day, and one thing that brought me down (kind of like the exercise I do with my daughter at night).

So let me get started with the positioning of Chef Koochooloo:


Chef Koochooloo

 An international educational platform that empowers families to engage in fun interactive cooking games while learning about math, science and social responsibility.

With Chef Koochoolooo:

  • Kids discover new countries through recipes and fun kid-relevant factoids
  • Parents are guided to safely involve kids in preparing a healthy meal
  • Parents and kids can learn about world concerning issues and contribute towards social change

And I will end each journal with highlights and disappointments of the day.

Today, I was surprised by how unsupportive some friend can be, they make excuses for something as little as providing input.  On the other hand I am so surprised to see mere acquaintances that I met an event or a business meeting, are willing to go out of their way and provide support!