A friend of mine told me that writing could be a holistic cure for ached soul, a painkiller for a broken heart or at least a dew for a dry life. When she is disappointed with things that are not running as well as she wished or when she feels lonely or loses hope, she would grab a pen and diary to start writing down all the trash in her mind.
Why just sad moments? Well, that advice was given when I was drowned deep in sorrow. Of course, chirpy time should be great stuff to write so that it can bo
Two monks were on the road. They came from a very chaste Order, which was strictly forbidden to deal with women. One day they came to a river. There stood a beautiful woman who wanted to cross the river. Because the water was very deep, she could not do that without damaging her clothes. Then one of the monks took the woman on his shoulders, waded with her through the water, and set them dry on the other side of the river. Then the monks continued their hike. After four hours, the one monk bega
My friends, I am a little late with posting this blog, but I think it is always the right time to laugh at ourselves and to fool around! So, I propose you to write something funny about yourselves or tell a joke, a funny story or to tell us how you tricked somebody or were tricked. Any funny story is welome. Just relax and be yourselves!
I will start and tell you one joke.
Having a great time with his lover at home while his wife was away seeing her parents, a man was called from the office and to
All the countries in the world agreed to scrap all the existing nuclear weapons and not to produce any more of them from now on.
We have come to be able to allot all war expenditure in the world for education, welfare, research and development because all the countries get along well and so military isn't necessary any longer.
All leaders in the world are working hard to eliminate poverty, wars, violence, and crimes.
I had to post this writing on April fool's day.
This beautiful fairyland is created by hard work, especially manual labor, and it is built with one block at a time. Even the picture in our mind is very beautiful, but everything would be void if we did not do anything.
The beautiful life and environment are the products of creation, and no matter how grand and beautiful the ideal is, it will not be realized without the practice of hard work.
Work can pur
She opened the food packed and saw a freshly made soy-sauced meat stew, steamed rice, and some sliced mango as side dishes, aside from these a sealed water bottle. Her heart almost crushed by the feeling of deep gratitude, it’s not every day that she will receive something from a stranger. Usually, she observed people around her. They only care for themselves and for their loved ones, their welfares. They didn’t even bother to look at her like she has a contagious disease. At first, she was hurt
Sorry I was absent so long from MyEC, but I can't add comments - I can see your blogs, but 'Cancel' appears if I try to leave a comment. Even Josef has no idea what's wrong with my account. That's driving me up the wall or I was banging my head against a brick wall.
Yes, I've just signed up with a new account. It seems I can add comments now under the new one - what a relief! You won't recognize how disappointed you are until you can't add comments on a blog or on a page.
I'll keep the old acoun
*ahahahha... I can't help but laughing everytime I see this pic of the dinosaur playing 'The Final Countdown'... so funny XD* ...ehem... sorry...
Okay Mary! Stop talkin' to yourself and let's get down to business! We have to vote for the lovely lady or gentleman who is gonna be our MyEC Star Member of March!! *applauses* *throwing confetti* *no, wait... I ran out of confetti* (if you don't know what the hell is going on here, check this previous blog)
Some of you already gave your vote, so this i
My friends, I have explained almost all I could. I will go on posting the explanatory blogs if somebody reads them. I have added some other constructions, but the idea is for you to lean something new. Again, you should concentrate on the nonfinite forms, but there are also other mistakes.
There we go!
If you like to party the exam period can be tough. After all, you’ve probably not been attending that many classes and your notes aren’t going to be that thorough. What’s more, the lure of the party scene is still going to be there when the exam period rolls around.
So how will you ever pass? Fortunately, it’s not as hard as you may think. You’ve just got to realize that the human brain works better in some ways than others and take advantage of that. It doesn’t end there either, as there are app
The old farmer had been worked at his small farm together with his son for years. The two had several fields and a strong horse that pulled the plow. One day the horse disappeared. "What a misfortune," whined the neighbors. But the farmer replied, "Luck or misfortune - who knows who knows?" One week later the horse came back and brought five wild horses with him. Again the neighbors came to the courtyard, this time to congratulate. But the farmer said, "Fortune or misfortune who knows who knows?
Dear Spring,
Hello! How is it going? MyEC friends are talking about you, Luci seems irritated when she tackled you’re just around the corner, Batu did mention you too, and Miss Rose became poetic just by thinking of you. What’s the fuss with you? Actually, I’m puzzled but I found their letters intriguing and interesting. Know what, I haven’t met you if not mistaken. Though I’m wondering how you look like, how can you touch my life and what are your hues, is it yellow, green, red, or blue? I’m cur
Monday morning, the event for food nutrition month came to picture. The grade three pupils started to form their line, they were wearing a costume, and there were vegetables and fruits. Light was wearing a cabbage looked costume, and I could remember how difficult for us to find one that will suit his size.
I was standing at the corner of the stage and gazed the areas and my boy as he walked along with his classmates, and then I froze!
Holy crap!
The pretty teacher became even prettier! She was wea
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
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