Saturday, July 26, 2014



Nothing is without meaning

My eyes are the light,
for the green of Spring and the white of the snow,
for the grey of the clouds
and for the blue of the sky,
for the stars at night,
and for the incredible miracle
of so many wonderful people around me.

My mouth is for the word,
For every gentle word
someone is waiting for.
My lips are for kissing
And my hands for softness, for tenderness,
For giving comfort and bread to the poor.

My feet are for the path
Which leads me to the dispossessed.
My heart is for love, for warmth,
For those who are abandoned and left in the cold.
My body exists to be close to others.
Without my body I am nowhere.

Nothing is without meaning!
Everything has a deep significance!
Why then am I not happy?
Are my eyes closed?
Is my mouth full of bitterness?
Are my hands ‘grabbers’ and my heart dry?
Don’t I know
That I was born for joy?



Thursday, July 24, 2014

"Sooner or later", writes the author of Give Happiness a Chance,
"you bang your head against the inevitable obstacle. You become sick. You have an accident. Your loved one dies...This tragedy, this obstacle, is  a reality in every person's life. But fewer and fewer people can cope with it."
Phil Bosman is the author of this  book and messages. He has helped people cope with crises of everyday life in a unique way. I would suggest you to read some of his messages. You can make your own decisions if you like them or not. 
In the days to come, you will find different messages in the way he has presented them in his great book: 
"Give happiness a chance"

fm


Hello there

Hello there friend.
Use your time to be happy
You are a walking marvel
You have no equal
You are unique, irreplaceable,
did you know that?
Why aren't you surprised?
Why aren’t you glad, astonished
About yourself
And what about everyone else
you know?
Do you think that it’s so natural,
so obvious,
that you are alive,
that you can go on living,
that you are given time
to sing and to dance,
and to be happy?
Why then loose your time
In the senseless pursuit
Of money and possessions?
Why make a crowd of worries
of tomorrow and the days after tomorrow?
Why quarrel, bore yourself in empty amusements
And then sleep when the sun shines?
Take your time quietly
And be happy.

Time is no speedway
Between the cradle and the grave
but space

to find a place in the sun.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Three Billy Goats Gruff


  Once upon a time there were three Billy Goats named Gruff who lived together on a mountainside. Now on their mountainside there was ery little to eat, but just across the way was a beautiful pasture of green grass. On the way to this pasture they had  to pass over  a bridge, and under  the bridge  lived a big bad troll. One day trip-trap, the youngest Billy Goat  Gruff started across the bridge. Who trips over my bridge? Roared the troll. Only Littlest Goat Gruff, said  the little goat in a soft voice. Aha. I am going to come up and eat you, said the troll.Oh , don’t eat me, cried the Littlest Gruff

                             My bigger brother is coming after me , and he is much bigger than I . So the troll grumbled and rumbled but he let the Littlest Billy Goat Gruff cross the bridge to pastuer. Soon trip-trap trip-trap the second Billy Goat Gruff started across the bridge. Who trips over my bridge? Roared the troll. Only middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff, said the second  goat. Aha, I am going to come up and eat you, said the troll. Oh don’t eat me, cried the Middle-Sized Gruff. My bigger brother is coming after me, and he is much bigger than I . So the troll grumbled  and rumbled, but he let the Middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff cross the bridge to the pasture. Soon trip-trap, trip-trap the biggest Billy goat Gruff started across the bridge. Who tramps over my bridge? Roared the troll. It is I , Great Big Billy Goat Gruff, shouted the biggest goat. Aha, I am going to come up and eat you, said the troll. Come along, cried Great Big Billy Goat Gruff. So up came the old troll. But the Grat Big Billy Goat Gruff put down his head and bounded forward and hurled that troll right off the bridge and he was never seen again. Then the Grat Big Billy Goat Gruff joined his brothers in the pasture. And the grass was so delicious that all three goats grew so fat that they could hardly walk home. And snip, snap, snout, my story’s out.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

This is another beloved story to many young readers. I always enjoy reading it. 
Wish you do the same this evening.
The three bears   
                          



 In a neat little cottage in the midst of a deep woods there once lived three bears. One was a great big daddy bear. One was a middle-sized mother bear. And one was a wee little baby bear. One morning Mother Bear made a big batch of porridge for breakfast. She filled a great big bowl for Daddy Bear, a middle-sized bowl for her middle-sized self, and a wee little bowl for Baby Bear. Them they went out for a walk in the woods while the porridge was cooling. That same morning a little girl named Goldilocks had gone for a walk by herself. She had gone much farther than she should have and found herself in the deep woods where she had never been. All at once she saw through the trees a near little cottage. I wonder who lives there, way off in the woods, she thought. She knocked on the door, but no one came, so she walked right in. There was no one in the living room, but it looked very comfortable, so Goldlocks decided to sit down to rest. First she sat in the great big daddy bear chair. This is much too hard for me, she said. Then she sat in the middle-sized mother bear chair. This is much too soft for me,she said. Then she sat in the wee little baby bear chair. This is just right, she said. But as she sat down, it broke all to pieces. So Goldilocks went on until she found the three bowls of porridge set out to cool. It smelled very good, so she decided to taste it. First she tasted the porridge in great big daddy bear bowl. This is too hot for me, she said. Then she tasted the porridge in the middle-sized mother bear bowl. This is too cold for me, she said. Then she tasted the porridge in the wee little baby bear bowl. This is just right, she said, and ate it up. Then Goldilocks went upstairs. There was no one there either, but the beds looked very inviting, so she decided to take a nap. Firstshe tried the great big daddy bear bed. This is too hard for me, she said. Then she tried the middle-sized mother bear bed.This is too soft for me, she said. Then she tried the wee little baby bear bed. This is just right, she said.So she curled up and fell asleep. Soon the three bears came home from their walk. They could soon see that someone had been in their house. Someone’s been sitting in my chair, said the father bear in his great big voice. Someone’s been sitting in my chair, said the mother bear in her middle-sized voice. Someone’s been sitting in my chair, said the baby bear in his wee little voice, and has broken it all to pieces. The three bears looked around at the bowls of porridge they had set out to cool. Someone’s been tasting my porridge, said the father bear in his great big voice. Someone’s been tasting my porridge, said the mother bear in her middle-sized voice. Someone’s been tasting my porridge, said the baby bear in his wee little voice, and has eaten it all up. Now the three bears hurried upstairs. Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, said the father bear in his great big voice. Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, said the mother bear in her  middle-sized voice. Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, said the baby bear in his weee little voice, and  here she is. Just then Goldilocks woke up. When she saw the great big father bear and the middle-sized mother bear and the wee little baby bear all standing there looking at her, she sprang out of the wee little bed, and hurried down the stairs and out the door before the bears could turn around. Then she ran and ran until she was home. And never again did she wander off into the deep woods alone, and never again did she see the neat little cottage of the three bears.
                                              




Saturday, July 19, 2014

Today's word chosen is 'touch'. 
I wish you all, a nice weekend 
fm


Touch 

Press you press any part of a machine to make it work, e.g. a computer key or a button in a lift to go up/down.
Punch if you punch sth/sbyou hit them hard with your fist (=your tightly closed hand.) punch N.
Stroke you stroke sb’s hair or an animal’s fur (=animal hair) by moving your hand gently and slowly over it, often to show affection. You can also pat an animal (=touch it gently several times with your hand flat, usually to show affection).
Squeeze you squeeze sth, e.g. a sponge , by pressing it firmly.
Pinch you can pinch sbhard (=with force so that it hurts) or lightly.
Tap you tap sb on the arm or shoulder quickly and lightly to get their attention (=get them to listen to you or look at you).
Nudge if you nudge sb, you give them a little push with your elbow, often to draw their attention to sth/sb (=make them look at sth/sb).
Rub when you rub sth, you move your hands over its surface while pressing on it. You can rub cream into your skin with your hands or fingertips (=the ends of your fingers).

Massage you massage sb’s body by pressing, squeezing or rubbing it in order to reduce pain or relax them. massageN. You can do it gently, firmly or vigorously (=with energy).

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Hi there,

 Hope and wish you enjoyed your day today.There is another word chosen for you this evening.

Have a peaceful evening with a little study.

fm



Sight


One of my roles as a police officer is to carry out surveillance on criminal activity. Fortunately, I have perfect eyesight and excellent powers of observation. As part of the investigation into Lou Green’s case, I was sent to keep watch on his house. I parked nearby and sat unobtrusively in the passenger seat, wearing a disguise so that if Green walked by and glanced at me, he wouldn’t recognize me.
At 22:30, Green drove up to the front door and quickly disappeared inside. I was sure he hadn’t noticed my car or spotted anything unusual. I could just make out his movements through the curtains. At 22:55, he stared out of the window, clearly on the lookout for someone. Suddenly, a taxi arrived, and Green moved out of sight. I caught a glimpse of his visitor entering the house, with what looked like a violin case…



Word Focus


A disguise is something you wear or use to change your appearance so that nobody will recognize you; you go out in disguise. You can disguise yourself as sb/sth: He disguised himself as a waiter.

Surveillance the act of watching a person suspected of a crime.

eyesightthe ability to see.
observationthe act of watching sb/sth carefully for a period of time. OBSERVE STH/SB V.
keep watch (on sth/sb) watch sth/sb carefully so that you are ready to act if necessary.
unobtrusivelyin a way that doesn’t attract attention.
glance at sth/sblook quickly at sth/sbglance N. : have a quick glance at sth.
recognizesbknow who sb is when you see or hear them, because you have seen or heard them before.
disappearbecome impossible to see. SYN. Vanish OPP appear
notice sth
see sth and be aware of it.
spotsb/sthsee sb/sth suddenly when they are not easy to see.
makesth out see sth with difficulty. (often used with just for emphasis.)
stare (at sth/sb) look at sb/sth very directly for a long time. STARE N.
on the look out for sb/sthwatching carefully for sb/sth.
out of sight where sb/sth cannot be seen. OPPin sight.
catch a glimpse of sb/sth
see sb/sth for a very short time. SYN glimpse sb/sth.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Dear students,

As the weather is going on the wrong side these days and probably you a have a little more time at home doing not much of your desirable things, why not try learning something as the following. 
It is an important topic and it is good if we know a couple of words on it. 
I wish you all a nice and quiet evening.

fm


Taste
How was your meal at “Zeno”? Tell us.
Dad had a vegetarian dish : it was full of spicy flavors, but not too hot . Jan
It was a tasty meal, and obviously made with really fresh ingredients.  Su
The beef was a real disappointment – chewy and rather tasteless. In fact, it was almost inedible.  Andi.
The starter was so-so, but then I had the chicken. I swallowed a mouthful and it had the most I terrible aftertaste. I couldn’t eat the rest!  Li
I had French onion soup which was delicious and very authentic. Boo
I tried their special bread; the texture was OK, but it tasted artificial and it was a bit stale.  Lorrie
I’ve got a sweet tooth, but the dessert was very sickly. And the coffee afterwards was a bit weak. Ali



WORD FOCUS

You use your teeth to bite(= cut with your teeth) food: She bit a piece of apple. Bite  
You chew food to make smaller pieces in your mouth before you swallow it. If something is chewy, you have to chew it for a long time.

Spicy having strong flavours from spices, e.g. paprika, coriander, ginger.
flavor a particular taste.
hot containing pepper or chilli and causing a burning feeling in your mouth. OP  mild.
tasty
having a strong, pleasant flavor.
inedible too unpleasant to eat. OPP edible
so-so
INF OK, but not good.
swallow sth make food move from your mouth, down you throat, into your stomach.
mouthful an amount of food you put in your mouth at one time.
aftertaste a taste, often an unpleasant one, that stays in your mouth after eating or drinking sth.
delicious having a very pleasant taste or smell.
authentic if a dish tastes authentic, it tastes like an original or traditional example.
texture  the way food feels in your mouth when you eat it.
artificial  not natural
stale (of bread, cakes, etc.) not fresh
have (got) a sweet tooth  enjoy food that has a lot of sugar in it.
sickly unpleasantly sweet
weak (of coffee, tea, etc.) containing too much water and not enough coffee, tea etc. OPP strong