검색어: cottage cheese (영어 - 타밀어)

cottage cheese
தமிழ் இல் கொண்டைக்கடலை பொருள்

cheese
சோயா அவரை

cheese website
சீஸ் இணைய தளம்

butter, cheese
வெண்ணெய், சீஸ்

cottage industry article
குடிசை தொழில் கட்டுரை

butter, cheese,paneer
வெண்ணெய், சீஸ்

butter, cheese and panner
வெண்ணெய், சீஸ்

meaning of cheese in tamil
cheese in tamil

paneer and cheese tamil difference
பன்னீர் மற்றும் சீஸ் தமிழ் வித்தியாசம்

another instance of cheese is currently running
சீஸ் நிரலின் ஒரு பதிவு ஏற்கெனெவே இயங்கிக்கொண்டு இருக்கிறது

if set to true, cheese will start up in fullscreen mode.
உண்மை என அமைக்க, சீஸ் முழுத்திரை பாங்கில் துவங்கும்.

cheese uses your webcam to take photos and videos, applies fancy special effects and lets you share the fun with others.
cheese புகைப்படங்களையும் வீடியோக்களையும் எடுக்க உங்கள் வெப்கேமைப் பயன்படுத்தி, வேடிக்கையான சிறப்பு விளைவுகளைக் கொடுத்துமற்றவர்களுடன் நீங்கள் வேடிக்கையான அவற்றைப் பகிர்ந்துகொள்ள உதவுகிறது.

if set to true, cheese will startup in a wide mode with the image collection placed on the right side. useful with small screens.
சரி என அமைக்கப்பட்டால், cheese ஒரு அகல முறைமையில் பட தொகுப்புடன் துவக்கப்படும். சிறிய திரைகளுடன் பயனுள்ளதாக இருக்கும்.

if set to true, cheese will start up in a wide mode with the image collection placed on the right-hand side. useful with small screens.
சரி என அமைக்கப்பட்டால், சீஸ் ஒரு அகல முறைமையில் வலது பக்கம் ஒரு பட தொகுப்புடன் துவக்கப்படும். சிறிய திரைகளுக்கு பயனுள்ளதாக இருக்கும்.

under the hood, cheese uses gstreamer to apply fancy effects to photos and videos. with cheese it is easy to take photos of you, your friends, pets or whatever you want and share them with others.
cheese தன் பின்னணியில் புகைப்படங்களுக்கும் வீடியோக்களுக்கும் சிறப்பு விளைவுகளைக் கொடுக்க gstreamer ஐப் பயன்படுத்துகிறது. cheese மூலம் உங்களையும் உங்கள் நண்பர்களையும் செல்லப் பிராணிகளையும் நீங்கள் விரும்பும் எதையும் மற்றவர்களிடம் பகிர விரும்பும் எதையும் படமெடுப்பது எளிதாகிறது.

if set to true, then cheese will have a feature allowing you to delete a file immediately and in-place, instead of moving it to the trash. this feature can be dangerous, so use caution.
உண்மைக்கு அமைக்கப்பட்டிருந்தால், கோப்பு ஒன்றைக் குப்பைத் தொட்டிக்கு நகர்த்துவதற்கு பதிலாக,உடனடியாகவும் ஓர் இடத்திலும் நீக்குவதற்கு அனுமதிப்பதற்கான ஓர் அம்சத்தை சீஸ் கொண்டிருக்கும்.இந்த அம்சம் அபாயகரமானது. எனவே கவனமாகப் பயன்படுத்த வேண்டும்.

i'm doing nothingi had been staying with a friend of mine, an artist and delightfully lazy fellow, at his cottage among the yorkshire fells, some ten miles from a railway-station; and as we had been fortunate enough to encounter a sudden spell of really warm weather, day after day we had set off in the morning, taken the nearest moorland track, climbed leisurely until we had reached somewhere about two thousand feet above sea-level, and had then spent long golden afternoon lying flat on our backs – doing nothing. there is no better lounging place than a moor. it is a kind of clean bare antechamber to heaven. beneath its apparent monotony that offers no immediate excitement, no absorbing drama of sound and colour, there is subtle variety in its slowly changing patterns of cloud and shadow and tinted horizons, sufficient to keep up a flicker of interest in the mind all day. with its velvety patches, no bigger than a drawing-room carpet, of fine moorland grass, its surfaces invite repose. its remoteness, its permanence, its old and sprawling indifference to man and his concerns, rest and cleanse the mind. all the noises of the world are drowned in the one monotonous cry of the curlew. day after day, then, found us full-stretched upon the moor, looking up at the sky or gazing dreamily at the distant horizon. it is not strictly true, of course, to say that we did absolutely nothing, for we smoked great quantities of tobacco, ate sandwiches and little sticks of chocolate, drank from the cold bubbling streams that spring up from nowhere, gurgle for a few score yards, then disappear again. occasionally we exchanged a remark to two. but we probably came as close to doing nothing as it is possible for two members of our race. we made nothing, not even any plans; not a single idea entered our heads; we did not even indulge in that genial boasting which is the usual pastime of two friendly males in conference. somewhere, far away, our friends and relatives were humming and bustling, shaping and contriving, planning, disputing, getting, spending; but we were gods, solidly occupied in doing nothing, our minds immaculate vacancies. but when our little hour of idling was done and we descended for the last time, as flushed as sunsets, we came down into this world of men and newspaper owners only to discover that we had just been denounced by mr gordon selfridge. when and where he had been denouncing us i do not know. nor do i know what hilarious company had invited and received his conferences. strange things happen at this season, when the unfamiliar sun ripens our eccentricities. it was only last year or the year before that some enterprising person who had organized a conducted tour to the continental arranged, as bait for the more intellectual holiday-makers, that a series if lectures should be given to the party by eminent authors at various places en route. the happy tourists set out, and their conductor was as good as his word, for behold – at the very first stopping-place dean inge gave them an address on the modern love of pleasure. but whether mr selfridge had been addressing a crowd of holiday-makers or a solemn conference of emporium owners, i do not know, but i do know that he said that he hated laziness more than anything else and held it the greatest of sins. i believe too that he delivered some judgment on persons who waste time, but i have forgotten his reasons and instances and, to be frank, would count it a disgraceful waste of time to discover again what they were. mr selfridge did not mention us by name, but it is hardly possible to doubt that he had us in mind throughout his attack on idleness. perhaps he had had a frantic vision of the pair of us lying flat on our backs on the moor, wasting time royally while the world’s work waited to be done, and, incidentally, to be afterwards bought and sold in mr selfridge’s store. i hope he had, for the sight should have done him good; we are a pleasing spectacle at any time, but when we are doing nothing it would do any man’s heart good to see us, even in the most fragmentary and baffling vision.
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