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I am an aging matured man of average height and build (70 to 75 Kgs in weight). I have short shining silver/grey hair, which I do not colour with Hina (Menhdi) any more, usually have a center parting, and seldom comb them back. I have French Cut beard and mustache. I have dark brown eyes and eyebrows neither bushy nor thin. I am a realist as well as an idealist. I am habitually reserved and quiet. I mostly do not exhibit my love. I am very cautious and disciplined.  I am an optimist (some

I am idealistic and deeply sensitive. I'm imaginative and creative with endless possibilites and ideas, future-focused, independent, empathetic, selfless, values-oriented, meaningful.

I did envision my future when I was child, I really did know what I wanted to do and what I wanted to become.I wanted to be in the business life. I could imagine myself in the future, say, making career and successful woman.

Yes, I still hold that vision today. I did that only putting myself in other successful peopl

Hello hello hello , May peace and blessing upon you all

One of the most important issues in our life is to have a wonderful and beautiful life which all of us struggling for , Unfortunately most of us goes wrong path and put effort to achieve something which will not end with that , But i think beautiful life is equal with healthy life ,wait wait, Healthy life oh so expensive i cant afford it , I completely disagree with this thinking that being healthy is expensive , Living healthy depend in our

It was such a lovely day that I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. There was he with all his charms. And it was I who kept watching him.

The day we first met all he wanted to buy me was a  pink rose. But during that time it was not available. So It was a white jesmin that he handed me with a nice and innocent smile.

And then there was a ritzy restaurant  where he wanted to take me for supper. It was he who enchanted me by his talkativeness. Though later he told, it was I who spelled him o

• This is on Seeker's motivation.

• A journey with an old lady

That was my first visit to USA.  I took Cathay Pacific (Hong Kong) Airline.  This airline have a short stopover at Bangkok.  There was an old lady sitting on a seat in one or two rows yonder of mine. She could not speak English, only her native and Urdu.  I heard her talking to her neighbor from which I understood that she was also going to USA to see her son. 

The Bangkok stopover arrived and the passengers whose destination was Bangkok st

I've always been more interested in music from the 50's, 60's or 70's than the music from my time. I'm a music lover and I love rock and pop music from back then; I think about it as the 'golden times' of popular music.

I can't remember when I listened to Bowie's music for the first time, but I remember to feel curious about how it was the Glam Rock in the '70's. And, of course, Bowie was the absolute King of that, so I guess that's why I looked for his music and art.

For me, the main message

It was my mother who said I should walk to my class that day when I started to take my scooter out. She thought I rode my scooter fast and was worried I might get into an accident. 

It was Anju who said we should take the shortcut when we were coming back from our class. It was almost 8.30 p.m. We were walking down a deserted narrow lane. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly Divya whispered to us, "I think someone is following us."

"What?!?" I panicked. 

"Shhh...don't shout. Just walk fast," Divya s

The grayish sky is bleak and low,

Merging with horizon and wiping out that line.

I’m toiling my way through the snow

Knee deep in silvery glistening  shrine.

A warming thought assists my tour:

I know that there is waiting for me

My goal, my dream of the hour-

A cup of strong and sweetened tea.

Afar from me among the trees

Grey beasts of prey, a team of four,

Tread lightly in each other’s steps

With gaze intent on gleaming snow.

They know not pity in the least.

Their goal – a deer with timid eyes-

Will soon be

This is my essay on this topic. I love to bring here abstract only.

Social picture in The God of Small Things

Abstract

This essay seeks to analyze the role the protagonists in Roy’s book play in making the story. It goes into an in-depth analysis of the Estha and Rahel. The essay tries to point out how they feel, view the world, and how these two shape their lives. Furthermore, the essay will point out the role played by environment, society, and culture in the process of socialization. These aspec

When you know that your head is full of useful and interesting thoughts, you can create your own blog to share with them. But some people think that only professionals can do it, and ordinary people can’t deal with the blogs. I want to say you that it is a mistake and if you want to create your own blog, I will help you. Firstly, there are too many services which can also help. Our experts from order essay online will recommend WordPress, because it is really easy in use and you can publish your

Wrath is one of the most mortal sins in Roman Catholic. Though I don't see wrong experiencing wrath sometimes, but of course being in wrath can result to unexpected conditions. If you can't control anger you may experience headache, & sometimes results to killing others or killing yourself. 

Here are some ways on how to manage it;

1. Exercise Self-Talk

2. Tap your face with your ring finger w/ other 2 fingers like massaging it. Relax your jaw, dilate your eyes & breathe well. 

3. Inhale & Breathe -

“Hurry up guys where are you?” I called out. I lagged behind my friends; they all participated in the challenge but I haven’t written anything yet. “what challenge” they asked. Stranger in the night asked us to write about a topic but we are not allowed to use all of you guys. “Oh why did you talk to a stranger; you know that you shouldn’t talk to strangers” they said. No no, he is not a stranger, actually this is his name; he is a nice guy from EC. They asked me if I had anything in my mind and

Ghost Paranoid

“You had ‘ghost paranoid’? You mean you was afraid of spirits of death people?” it was my professor who asked when we were talking in the library, waiting for our next class. I had approached him while sitting with his book, it was The Tao of Physics by Fritjof Capra that occupied him, what the!? My dumb sense was tingling, I must be on his level to understand such kind of book.  I asked him if we could discuss a bit about dificulties I had found on his subject. I forgot what it wa

 This my new post in my blog, I tried to improve my writing, I hope you can help me with you comments ans suggestions. I really appreciate your help!

http://zuniredsenglish.blogspot.com/2016/01/what-do-you-think-about-strangers.html

Best Wishes!

Lidia

Blog Challenge: It is/was...that(who) Cleft Sentences

I was not the one who parted away.  It was her who phoned me a few days ago that she was leaving me.  It was me who shocked to hear that no relationship now existed between me and her.  There remain only the ruins of memories.  How I was happy to meet her. She was the one who made me join the group of her friends. I was not the one to be  responsible that her close friend was attracted towards me.  It was me who never minded her talking with

This simple word; happiness, seems so easy to achieve. But talking from experience, it is not. Sometimes we forget to be happy, or just take 'happiness' for granted. Being into what I call the 'twilight years of my working life', I guess I'm contented with what I've achieved so far. 

I may not be what I wanted to be, or what my childish dream wanted me to be, but you can't have everything what you wish for in life. I used to chase the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. In my hastiness in chas

Yes, this type of sentence is called 'cleft sentences' - a kind of emphasis. This structure can be used to emphasize almost any part of a sentence.

For example, if we want to give importance to one part of this sentence: Expector enjoyed reading Tara's weekly news. We can use the structure 'It is/was...that(who)...':

--It was Expector who enjoyed reading Tara's weekly news.

--It was Tara's weekly news that Expector enjoyed reading.

Let's try to write a blog post to practice the structure - it can be

Hello EC members first of all i would like to wish you all a very happy new year. after a very long time period i got some time to write over here. Through this blog i would like to share some experiences of my life which would be helpful to someone. Every one has a story but the the childhood is same.

 A kid was born somewhere as every children he enjoyed his life. Every children born with a positive powers that is the only reason that children learn everything quickly and smartly. A kid can not

In my childhood, I have watched so many movies. But like everyone I had a favorite, it's Charlie and the great Chocolate factory. This movie is based on a book called Charlie and the great chocolate factory written by Roald Dahl but a little bit different from it. This movie helped me a lot in my childhood, in our exam when we were told to write a essay about our favorite book. I would write about Charlie and the chocolate factory as I could explain a lot about it as I have seen it about more th

She smiled,

She put the orchid moon to the place it used to...

She was stroking the gravestone with incomparable softness and matchless tenderness,

and I was looking  at love from where I stood....

This morning is the umpteenth time I enjoy an amazing scenery, witnessing the love that is not separated by distance and time, the stretch off in determining a size, like watching a scene in the romantic drama.

This time, She came as usual in the same time and the same flower on her hand, 

She is not young