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The word ‘Mother’ derives from the Old English term modor, which is cognate with the Latin word mater and the Greek word meter. (From the Latin term, such words as maternal and maternity are derived.)

The term refers not only to a female parent but also to a woman in authority, such as the head of a women’s religious community; it was also long employed as a respectful term of address for an elderly woman. It may also apply to an origin, precursor, or source, as in the expression “Necessity is t

Yes, we've been trying to encourage you to write more and we do have reason to do so.

Only when you write can you realize that it's not always easy to write something readable or interesting. Only by writing can you really improve your writing skills. So, it makes sense for us to come up with some writing challenges or blog challenges which we think will inspire you to write more.

It takes a lot of time and effort to write skillfully or fluently, and it can be so frustrating or discouraging when y

This is my 50th blog and I think it must be special, then I read Onee's challenge. so, I dedicate this to Onee, hope she likes it, lol..

Stranger               : Excuse me, mind if I join?

Me                       : Sure, please. 

-an awkward silence-

Stranger               : You looks quiet.

Me                       : I am (smiling), I have nothing to say and none to tell. 

Stranger               : What is it about?

Me                       : Pardon?

Stranger               : In your head, what are you

Good morning, all MyEC friends,

Today is January 19th, 2017. But, why do I still not see writing challenges or bunch of your wonderful thoughts on posts? :(( I only see a few of yours. :((( You see the number of blogs in this month is only 71 blogs (in statistics) until today.

Will you let it be? Where are the challengers? Or maybe any of you will be a new challenger, why not? Where are enthusiastic learners?? Holiday is over anyway. :D :D What about making blog or any other posts once a month? Is

I WAS WAITING FOR A FRIEND AT THE TERRACE OF MY HOUSE, AND A STRANGER CAME...

STRANGER : Excuse me!, May I have your little time, please?

ME : Sure. What's that about?

STRANGER : Do you know Tunjungan Plaza mall?

ME : Yes, I do. Why?

STRANGER: We hold a fair during this week there. Have you ever been there?

ME : Yeah. But, it's been a while since I last went there.

STRANGER : Do you have any plan to go there this week?

ME : Mm....I think, NO.

STRANGER : Okay. Let me tell you that we have a perfume produc

“You don’t tell what to do! I won’t take any orders now...” he said with his sarcastic devilish smile, while still holding firm the thin as blade knife against the leaders’ throat. “Red! Magenta! Pink! All of you get outta’ here now!!” he shouted almost in all corners of that hide-out. “Dark, my boy, you know you can do better than this, we’re family.” The junk leader said with the slightest beg and fear in his voice, but still confident. There is no perfect moment than now, Junk leader’s back-u

It was winter, all the mountains around were covered with thick layer of snow fell last night and the light flakes of ice were still falling.  Far away there was a guest house on the high mountain, light from the lone window of the only occupied room was trying to give the sense of life in the area, so as the man lonely loitering on the hillside.  He was a very handsome man in his early 30s.  He was Raaza.  The only guest in the guest house who used to come only in winter, when the other people

Polish Christmas Tradition and Customs

Don't use your mouth to speak

Don't use your mouth to speak
and not your ears to hear.
Don't use your hands to touch
and not your eyes to see.

Try speaking with your eyes
and listen with your mind,
to touch me in my soul
your heart will see me kind.
 
Your soul speaks to my heart
It listens to its words
your gaze will touch my soul
let fly our souls like birds.

http://www.lifehack.org/517175/chasing-happiness-is-what-makes-you-unhappy-doing-this-can-bring-you-lasting-joy?ref=mail&mtype=daily_newsletter&mid=20170109_editor_pick&uid=1065094&hash=77817e7a756d80757f6d7c806d7e757a6d4c73796d75783a6f7b79&action=click

My name is Amy. I am the youngest. My sisters are Julia and Meg. One day we decided to go out for picnic because the weather was fine, not rainy as usual. When Meg was preparing our picnic basket, suddenly there was a frisbee flying and almost hit

Difficulties and suffering sometimes make us miserable and dejected when we have lost hope and faith.  Whatever our suffering and difficulties are never let the complaints come out in dejection.  Instead try to light the lamps within you, the light of hope and faith.  Maybe the worse the situation is the more we make the light shine, it is just to test how strong is our faith in Allah.  This persistence in faith will open the door and you will see the help coming from where we do not even think.

I often read / hear  this sentence, "I am sorry to hear that" 

said by someone who heard about bad news of other people

actually i haven't got the best translation in my own language

hmmm....

Today in this blog, I would like to share with you, guys, one interesting life story of an eighteen years old girl from the USA. I came across this story yesterday on the Internet and it made me stop and think, how I would react, what I would do, if I were in her shoes. So, let's start from the beggining. Eighteen years ago in Florida, to be more specific in Jacksonville hospital was born a babygirl. Her mom was a black girl, who was just sixteen years old - kinda young mom, right? Anyway, in a

She woke up. She slept only few hours. She was so tired from the last night that she was feeling her body dead. She couldn’t open her eyes yet. She felt the nature calling her but she thought that she could sleep a little more. She covered her head with the blanket and tried to take a nap. Impossible. Once she wakes up it is difficult for her to sleep again and she hates that. But she loves staying in bed in the morning, for hours, and that she was going to do. She went to the toilet and she cam

My Conscience

It’s hard to talk with you
You have a severe homilophobia

That day, the accident happened
Stressed, froze, and got drowned
Your notation was not aesthetic at all
That natatorium had made you feel bad afterall

Something in you, I never knew
What’s wrong? What’s going on?

I remember our tryst
at the secret rendezvous
I titivated myself just to see you
But you never came

With the smell of petrichor
I went home lackadaisically while the TV on
Who cares about Anastasia Nikolaevna
She’s not a

The year of 2016 was started without Tara Benwell's presence in this wonderful site, MyEC. I was wondering how this site would run without her writing challenges or her encouragement for new members. Although her activities were not that much, she came once to thrice a week, but this beautiful admin always left good atmosphere here. The bloggers seemed quite thrilled to write various topics of blogs.

If you see the list of monthly archives on blog section, the number of blog from January to Decem

Hi all. Do you have a facebook account?

Some people say social media can kill your chance to meet real people not online. I did video calls not skype only to my relatives of course that I've met.

So I lost my job just easy going and let it flow. I want to be a good mom, housewife and teacher. Last but not least pray to God hope for the best. What's your daily inspirational quote today?

Betcha you're more than familiar with password restrictions. Granted, it's for our "safety" and everything, but I can only take so much! You're telling me my password should contain:

A capital letter (preferably in bold and italic)

An imaginary number

A spell to trap a leprechaun

A vial of fairy dust

An Enochian letter (more than one is safer, though.)

A monogram and a voodoo chanting?

Come onnnnnn!

Dear website security system - hell-bent on "protecting" me:

The next time I decide to buy a froyo online

She felt that she did all works well.
Rooms were clean and clothings were tidy.

There will be needed more money next month.
She told her master before came back home.
"Could you raise salary some more?"
Master's face was harden.
"You can do not work for my house any more."

On the way to home.
Her legs were trembled.
She thought about two child waiting her at home.
Tears dropped.
"I cannot come back home like this."

She turned back. And hurried.

Do you like to live in a palace or a house? I'd prefer to live in a big house with lots of furniture just like an apartment or a boarding house because I can't live by myself and 2 cats.

I love my house even though it is small but comfortable.

What abput you? Which room do you like to spend time there?

I'd prefer my library in front of a fire place, sipping a green tea milk and choco chips biscuits made by a bakery.

I want to have a coffee table and games room someday...