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Aug 29th, 2009 4:20:49 pm - Subscribe

To this day I remember my mum''s letters. It all

started in December 1941. Every night she sat at the

big table in the kitchen and wrote to my brother

Johnny, who had been drafted that summer. We had

not heard from him since the Japanese attacked

Pearl Harbor. runescape gold
I didn''t understand why my mum kept writing

Johnny when he never wrote back
"Wait and see-we''ll get a letter from him one day,"

she claimed. Mum said that there was a direct link

from the brain to the written word that was just as

strong as the light God has granted us. She trusted

that this light would find Johnny.
I don''t know if she said that to calm herself, dad or

all of us down. But I do know that it helped us stick

together, and one day a letter really did arrive.

Johnny was alive on an island in the Pacific.
I had always been amused by the fact that mum

signed her letters, "Cecilia Capuzzi", and I teased her

about that. "Why don''t you just write ''Mum''?" I said
I hadn''t been aware that she always thought of

herself as Cecilia Capuzzi. Not as Mum. I began

seeing her in a new light, this small delicate woman,

who even in high-heeled shoes was barely one and a

half meters tall.
She never wore make-up or jewelry except for a

wedding ring of gold. Her hair was fine, sleek and

black and always put up in a knot in the neck. She

wouldn''t hear of getting a haircut or a perm. Her

small silver-rimmed pince-nez only left her nose

when she went to bed.
Whenever mum had finished a letter, she gave it to

dad for him to post it. Then she put the water on to

boil, and we sat down at the table and talked about

the good old days when our Italian-American family

had been a family of ten: mum, dad and eight

children. Five boys and three girls. It is hard to

understand that they had all moved away from

home to work, enroll in the army, or get married.

All except me.
mood: colorful
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Life is all about Choices

Aug 27th, 2009 7:53:31 pm - Subscribe

Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is

always in a good mood and always has

something positive to say. When someone would

ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I

were any better, I’d be twins!” He was a natural

motivator. runescape gold
If an employee was having a bad day, Michael

was there telling the employee how to look on

the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style

really made me curious, so one day I went up to

Michael and asked him, "I don'' t get it. You can''

t be positive all the time. How do you do it?"
Michael replied, each morning I wake up and say

to myself ''Mike, you have two choices today. You

can choose to be in a good mood or you can

choose to be in a bad mood.'' I choose to be in a

good mood. Each time something bad happens, I

can choose to be a victim or choose to learn from

it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone

comes to me complaining I can choose to accept

their complaining or I can point out the positive

side of life. I choose the positive side of life
mood: well
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Outlining What You Will Write

Aug 26th, 2009 7:11:41 pm - Subscribe

Your planning outline will probably be informal at first

as you think in writing and organize your thoughts. As

with your thesis, you may revise your outline many

times before you are ready to draft your paper, as

you gain knowledge of your topic and make decisions

about how to organize the information for your

audience. In fact, some teachers may even require

you to create a planning outline of your paper first

and submit it for review. runescape gold
Outlining is just another way to organize your ideas

and can be used at every stage of the writing process.

Outlining, especially in the planning stages, may be

informal, a scratch list of points you want to make.

Ideas are often simply jotted down in an order that

appears to make sense to the writer in thinking about

the topic. At a more developed stage, an outline may

expand on several aspects of the thesis and

controlling idea
A formal outline, on the other hand, may contain

complete sentences that expand the major and minor

supporting statements for the clearly delineated thesis

statement. How formal and detailed your outline is

depends on the demands of the writing task and what

kind of writer you are
To summarize, outlining can help you plan and

manage your writing assignment in several ways
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The smile

Aug 25th, 2009 5:54:34 pm - Subscribe

“I was sure that I was to bekilled.I became

terribly nervous. I fumbled in mypockets

to runescape gold see if there were

any cigarettes which had escaped their search

.I foundone and because of my shaking

hands,Icould barelyget it to my lips.But

Ihad nomatches,they had taken those.I

looked throughthe bars at my jailer.He did

not make eye contact with me.I called out to

him,‘Have you got alight?’He looked at me

,shrugged and came over to light my

cigarette.As he came close and lit thematch

,his eyes inadvertently②locked with mine.

At that moment,Ismiled.Idon''t knowwhy

Ididthat.Perhaps it was nervousness,

perhaps it wasbecause,when you get very

close,oneto another,it is very hard not to

smile.In anycase,Ismiled.In that instant,it

was as though a sparkjumped across the gap

between our twohearts,ourtwo human souls

.Iknow he didn''twantto,butmy smile leaped

through the bars and generated asmile on his

lips,too.He lit my cigarette butstayednear,

looking at me directly in the eyes and

continuing to smile”
I kept smiling at him,now aware of himas

aperson and not just a jailer.And the way he

waslooking at me seemed to have a new

dimension too.‘Do you have kids?’he asked

.‘Yes,here,here.’I took out my wallet and

nervously fumbled for thepictures of my family

.He,too,took out the picturesof his family

and began to talk about his plans and hopes

for them.My eyes filled with tears.Isaid thatI

feared that I''d never see my family again,

neverhave the chance to see them grow up.

Tears came tohis eyes,too.Suddenly,

without another word,heunlocked my cell

and silently led me out.Out of thejail,quietly

and by back routes,outof the town.There

,at the edge of town,he released me.

Andwithout another word,he turned

backtoward thetown.
“My life was saved by a smile.”
Yes,the smile is the unaffected,unplanned,

natural connection between people.I really

believethat if that part of youand that part of

me couldrecognize each other,we wouldn''t

be enemies.We wouldn''t havehate or envy

or fear
mood: psychotic
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The world was too small

Aug 24th, 2009 6:46:35 pm - Subscribe

Most of us have had an experience which

reminds us the world is getting smaller. Perhaps

when you went to some place far away from

the city you live in and thought you knew

nobody there, you were surprised to find that

you ran into one of your old classmates on the

street! Then both of you cried out, “What a

small world!” runescape gold
   Why is the world getting smaller and

smaller? For one thing, modern technology has

created various means of transportation. And

they are more and more available. Buses,

trains, planes and taxis are found in most cities

of the world. They carry goods and passengers

to and from every corner of the world. For

another thing, with the development of

modern society, people are in contact with one

another more frequently. Everyday we must

deal with a lot of people unknown to us before.

The more advanced a society, the more

contacts we make with others.
So we can draw the conclusion that as long as

technology makes progress, the world will grow

smaller and smaller
mood: unmotivated
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