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Travel the World

TIME...

Life is Simple...

Today is...

Make Them Happen

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Sleep well man

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Imagination or Knowledge

There is always a cat in a heart... or a lion

The Most Beautiful

Squıdward

Time For Bed

Lego

Sorry For The Mess

To Look Out Window

A Stundent's Goal

Coffee

I'm not Willy Wonka

A film vs A Book

My Choice

Do All The HW

To Want The Rainbow

To Understand The Rules

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Remember this

Why don't you..?

Don't underestimate me...

Freedom

New Pictures...

A little reality, a little imagination, a little seriousness and lots of fun...

I found a lot of pictures on the net and i'd love to share them with you :))

Monday

Why Are You White?

A Bowl of Rocks

Playing Outside

Cables

Success.

Why do we read books? 3

Everything you read fills your head with new bits of information, and you never know when it might come in handy. The more knowledge you have, the better-equipped you are to tackle any challenge you’ll ever face.

Additionally, here’s a bit of food for thought: should you ever find yourself in dire circumstances, remember that although you might lose everything else—your job, your possessions, your money, even your health—knowledge can never be taken from you.

Read More: http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/10-benefits-reading-why-you-should-read-everyday.html

It was a beautiful day

It was a beautiful day. John was riding his bicycle. It was Sunday. So, he was allowed to ride his bicycle as long as he liked. He was also allowed to play computer games but he didn’t want to stay indoors on such a beautiful day. 

On the way he met his cousin, Bill, who was also cycling. They had a happy life in the countryside. The school was 5 km from the village.

Bill: Shall we ride as far as the school and back?
John: But school is closed, you know.
Bill: We will ride for fun.
John: Well. Why not?

Then they began cycling to school. It took them only five minutes. They met some friends at the school garden. They were playing basketball. They asked John and Bill to join them. Bill was willing to play. He liked playing basketball and he was good at it. However, John didn’t want to play. “There are too many rules in this game”, he always said. But now he thought to himself, “Bill is going to play and if he joins the game I will have to play too. If I don’t play, Bill will be upset, but I don’t want to upset him.” So they both joined the game. It was enjoyable and exciting for Bill boring and difficult for John. Then the game was over and Bill’s team was the winner. His team-mates were carrying Bill on their shoulders because he had played very well and enabled them to win. John was in the loser’s team but he wasn’t unhappy. On the contrary, he was happy because Bill was happy.

Then John told Bill, “How about a race back to the village? I am sure I will beat you in that” In reply to this challenge Bill said, “No, you can’t. I can beat you in cycling too”. Then an exciting race began. At first Bill was Bill was cycling faster than John. John, who was a famous cyclist, didn’t want to be the loser this time. So, he stepped harder on the pedals. He got faster and faster. Finally he could pass Bill and he was the first to reach the village; he was the winner. John was happy. Bill wasn’t unhappy.

It was almost the evening when they reached the village. John invited Bill for dinner. Bill happily accepted his invitation because he loved his aunt’s meals. When they reached home they were surprised to find that Bill’s family was also there. John’s father had invited them for dinner. After dinner, they began to talk. The boys told their parents about the day. It was exciting for them and enjoyable for their parents.

At 10.00 pm, John went home with his family. He would go to school tomorrow. So would Bill. They needed sleep. It had been a beautiful but tiring day.

It is an excerpt.

Why do we read books? 2

Studies have shown that staying mentally stimulated can slow the progress of (or possibly even prevent) Alzheimer’s and Dementia, since keeping your brain active and engaged prevents it from losing power. Just like any other muscle in the body, the brain requires exercise to keep it strong and healthy, so the phrase “use it or lose it” is particularly apt when it comes to your mind. Doing puzzles and playing games such as chess have also been found to be helpful with cognitive stimulation.

Read More: http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/10-benefits-reading-why-you-should-read-everyday.html

Green Tea Increases Fat Burning, Especially During Exercise

If you look at the label of almost every commercial weight loss and fat burning supplement, chances are that you will find some kind of tea there as an ingredient.

This is because green tea has been repeatedly shown to increase the burning of fat, especially during exercise.

In one study, men who took green tea extract and exercised burned 17% more fat than men who didn’t get the supplement. This study suggests that green tea can boost the fat burning effects of exercise (8).

Another study that went on for 8 weeks showed that green tea increased fat burning, both during exercise and during rest (9).

There are several studies that agree with this. Green tea selectively boosts the burning of fat, which may lead to reduced body fat in the long term (10, 11).

Read More: http://authoritynutrition.com/green-tea-and-weight-loss/

Green Tea Can Help Mobilize Fat From Fat Cells

In order to burn fat, it must first be broken down in the fat cell and moved into the bloodstream.

The active compounds in green tea can aid in this process by boosting the effects of some fat burning hormones.

The main antioxidant in tea, EGCG, can help inhibit an enzyme that breaks down the hormone norepinephrine (5).

When this enzyme is inhibited, the amount of norepinephrine increases (6).

This hormone is used by the nervous system as a signal to the fat cells, telling them to break down fat. Therefore, more norepinephrine leads to a stronger signal being sent to the fat cell and more fat gets broken down.

Caffeine and EGCG (both found naturally in green tea) may actually have a synergistic effect, because caffeine enhances another step in the same pathway (7).

The end result is that the fat cell breaks down more fat, which is released into the bloodstream and becomes available for use as energy by cells that need it, like muscle cells.

Read More: http://authoritynutrition.com/green-tea-and-weight-loss/

How Green Tea Can Help You Lose Weight Naturally

Green tea is the healthiest beverage on the planet.

It is loaded with antioxidants and various substances that are beneficial for health.

Many studies have shown that green tea can increase fat burning and help you lose weight.

Let me explain how that works…

Green Tea Contains Substances That Can Help You Lose Fat

Green tea is more than just hot, flavored water.

The bioactive substances in the tea leaves dissolve in the water and make it into the final drink.

When you drink a cup of quality tea, you’re actually getting a large amount of beneficial substances with potent biological effects (1).

The best known of these is caffeine. A cup of green tea contains much less caffeine (24-40 mg) than a cup of coffee (100-200 mg), but still enough to have a mild effect.

Caffeine is a well known stimulant that has been shown to aid fat burning and improve exercise performance in numerous studies (2, 3).

But where green tea really shines is in its massive range of antioxidants… being loaded with potent antioxidants called catechins (4).

The most important of these is EGCG (Epigallocatechin gallate), a substance that can boost metabolism.

Keep in mind that these benefits can be derived both from drinking green tea as a beverage, as well as taking green tea extract as a supplement. Most of the studies used extracts.

Read More: http://authoritynutrition.com/green-tea-and-weight-loss/

Why do we read books? 1

No matter how much stress you have at work, in your personal relationships, or countless other issues faced in daily life, it all just slips away when you lose yourself in a great story. A well-written novel can transport you to other realms, while an engaging article will distract you and keep you in the present moment, letting tensions drain away and allowing you to relax

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Forest Camp

My dear diary, Pessimistic;

I'm at a camp now. Its name is Forest Camp. The camp is too systematic but i love it here! We're getting up at 5.30 am. I always get up at 7 at home but it is very beautiful watching that sunrise. When i turn back home i'll get up at 5 am every morning. We're having breakfast until 6 am. I eat my breakfast until 8 at my home. After breakfast we're going to the mountain. I walk every morning but climbing is better, funnier -especially with friends- , more relaxing but harder yet i love climbing! While we are climbing we are picking up bushes at the same time. Our leader said that whoever brings more bushes than everyone, he'll be the winner. Yesterday the winner was me. Today it isn't clear, who will be the winner yet. I want to be the winner again because the leader gives a reward to the winner.  And this rewards will be all counted at the last week and the champion will be determined. The camp champion will get the  biggest reward.

Whatever time to have a break. We're eating dinner at the moment. I've eaten better meals but it's not bad. It's 7 pm. We're sitting around the fire and someone is i don't know who, singing song. Her voice is very nice! When i turn back my home i'll remember her voice. Somebody is eating marshmellows. But i can't stand anymore and i'm falling asleep. Tomorrow the leader'll choose the champion. I'm too excited!

Dead Man's İsland - John Escott - 2

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The Island

We went to Scotland the next day, first by plane, then by train. Greta ross travelled with us.

I looked out of the train window and saw fields and villages and mountains. 'Mum is right,' I thought. 'Scotland is a very beautiful place.'

'You're going to be my husband's secretary,' Greta Ross told my mother.. 'He's a businessman, but he never leaves the island. He invests money in companies, all over the world.'

'Do many people live on the island?' I asked.

'Not many,' said Greta Ross. 'You'll meet them soon.'

'Greta Ross is young,' I thought. 'Is her husband young, too? How can a young man buy an island? Is he very rich?'

After the train, we went on Mr Ross's boat, which took us out to the island. The boatman was a young man. He had dark hair and was brown from the sun.

'This is Tony,' said Greta Ross. 'He works for Mr Ross.'

'Hi,' said Tony.

Soon we were near the island. I could see the beaches and the cliffs. The boat slowed down.

'There are dangerous rocks around the island,' explained Tony. 'A lot of them are under the water and you can't see them. I have to be careful. But the rocks keep other boats away, and that pleased Mr Ross.'

'Why?' I asked.

Tony looked at Greta Ross but she wasn't listening. 'Mr Ross doesn't like visitors to the island,' Tony said in a quiet voice.

Then Greta Ross looked at us and Tony said no more. 'Why doesn't Mr Ross like visitors?' I thought. 'Has he something to hide?

When  we arrived on the island, my mother and I followed Greta up to the house. It was very big and there were trees all aroun it.

A woman was waiting inside the house.

'This is Mrs Duncan, Tony's mother,' said Greta. 'She's the housekeeper and her husband is the gardener. Mrs Duncan will  take you up to your rooms. I'm going to tell Mr Ross you've arrrived.'

The housekeeper was a little woman with short hair. She went up the stairs, and my mother and I went after her.

My room was nest to my mother's. I looked out of the window and saw the gardens at the back of the house. A man was working in the garden, near some trees. 'Is that Mr Duncan?' I thought. I looked between the trees and saw the sea. 'It's a beautiful house and a beautiful island.'

That evening, we had dinner with Mr and Mrs Duncan and Tony. We ate in the big kitchen.

'What happened to Mr Ross's last secretary?' asked my mother.

'She is in hospital,' replied Mrs Duncan. 'She's going to be away all summer.'

'Isn't Mrs Ross lonely here?' I said.

'No,' said Mrs Duncan. 'She likes painting a lot. She has a room upstairs and goes there to paint. She's very good. Sometimes she goes to different places on the island to paint pictures.'

We finished eating our meal. Soon after, Greta Ross came into the kiitchen.

'Mr Ross wants to see you and your daughter now, Mrs Sanders,' she said. 'Follow me, please.'

We followed her through the house and into a big room. This was Mr Ross's office and he was sitting behind a desk.

I was suprised. He was a young man, about thirty. He had a moustache, short dark hair, and he wore glasses.

Mr Ross was speaking into the telephone. 'Who does he look like?' I thought. 'Is it Tony Duncan?'

'Mr Ross is talking to a business friend in New York,' said Greta. 'Please, sit down.'

While we waited, I looked around the office. There were three telephones, a computer, and lots of books and papers.

There was another door and I could see a smaller room, next to the office. There was a smaller desk and another computer in there.

Mr Ross finished speaking on the phone, then  looked carefully at my mother and me. For a few second he didn't speak, adn just watche dus. Then he said, 'I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Sanders. I need some help with my work. My secretary is in hospital and there is a lot of work to do. Sometimes you'll have to work late at night, because of time differences in New York and Tokyo. Is that all right?'

'Yes, that's all right,' said my mother.

'Can you use a computer?'

'Yes.'

'Good.' he looked at me. 'Is this your daughter?'

'Yes, this is Carol,' said my mother.

'Hallo,' I said.

'Greta says you like gardening. There's a big garden here, so you can help Mr Duncan. And there's a farm. Dan and Stella Parks live in the farmhouse and work on the farm. You can help them, too. We have some animals. Semo sheep, a few cows and chickens. And there's a horse called Smoke. He's grey, like his name. Can you ride?'

'Yes,' I said. 'I can ride a horse.'

'You can ride Smoke around the island, if you like.'

'I'd like that,' I said. 'Thank you.'

'And we grow vegetables and fruit,' he said. 'I work on the farm sometimes. I enjoy it.'

I smiled at him but he didn't smile back.

'Carol will enjoy working on the farm,' said my mother. 'Won't you, Carol?'

'Yes,' I said.

'Mr Ross looks sad,' I thought. 'But how did he get all his money? And why does he hide away on an island?'


This is a thin yet very good book. I really liked... :)

Dead Man's İsland - John Escott - 1-2

I went to the Savoy Hotel wiith my mother. It was big and expensive, bigger than our hotel, and in the centre of London.

'Mum needs this job,' I thought. 'And a private island in Scotland is a nice place to live. Perhaps  I can forget what's happened if I go there.'

'Room twenty-two,' said the woman at the hotel desk. 'Go on up. Mrs Ross will see you now.'

Greta Ross was waiting for us. She was about thirty years old and very beautiful. She wore an expensive red dress and her hair was very long and dark.

'This is my daughter, Carol,' said my mother.

'Hallo Carol,' said Greta Ross.

'Hallo,' I said.

'Carol is eighteen years old,' said my mother. 'Can she come with me, if i get the job? Perhaps she can help in the house or gardens. She likes gardening. She's studying farming at college.'

'Perhaps,' said Greta Ross. 'There is a small farm on the island.'

'I'd like to work on the farm,' I said.

Greta Ross looked at my mother. 'How long did you live in Hong Kong. Mrs Sanders?'

'Seven years,' answered my mother. 'My husband died in a plane crash last year, so we've come back to live in England.'

'Where did you live before Hong Kond?'

'We lived in India for three years.'

Then Greta Ross took my mother into a room and asked her more questions. I waited outside.

'Greta Ross is nice,' I thought. 'I hope my mother gets the job.'

Soon after, the door opened and my mother came out. She was smiling.

Greta Ross said, 'Please wait here for a minute, Mrs Sanders. I want to make a phone call.' She went back into the room, and closed the door.

I was sitting on a chair near the door, and I could just hear Greta Ross's voice speaking on the phone.

I think I've found someone,' she was saying. 'She has a daughter, but the girl can work in the garden or on the farm... Don't worry, they've been away from England for ten years... It'll be all right, I tell you... Don't worry.'

After a few minutes, Greta Ross put down the phone and came out of the room.

'You've got the job,' she told my mother.

My mother was pleased. 'Thank you,' she replied.

I was pleased, too, but now I was worried about that phone call. I didn't understand it.

Dead Man's İsland - John Escott - 1-1

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Coming to England

My name is Carol Sanders. I live in England now, but when i was younger, I lived in Hong Kong. My father was a businessman there and my mother worked as a secretary. We lived in Hong Kong for seven years.

I was happy at school, with lots of friends, and we had a good time. I liked pop music - the Rolling Stones, David Bowie and Jake Rosso were my favourites.

Jake Rosso was my favourite singer. He died in a car accident the year I left school, but I listened to his pop records all the time. I had hundreds of pictures and photos of him on my bedroom wall.

Then one day in winter when i was seventeen, things began to go wrong for me.

My father went to Australia on business. I loved him very much and didn't like him going away.

'Come home quickly,' I always said to him.

He was in Australia for two weeks. Then, on the day of his jounary home, an aeroplane from Sydney crashed into the sea just south of Hong Kong. Everybody on the plane died.

I heard about the plane crash on television. At first I didn't think about my father. Then I remembered he was flying back from Sydney on that day.

'Oh, no!' I cried.

I telephoned the airport but they didn't know the names all the passengers then.

'Perhaps my father didn't get that plane,' I thought. 'Oh, please! Please!'

My mother was at work and I called her on the telephone. She came home quickly and we went to the airport and waited for news.

Later, we learned my father was on the plane.

'It's not true!' I shouted.

But it was true, and I began to cry.

I cried for weeks and weeks. I spent many days alone in my room. I was loney and sad and I wanted to die, too.

I stopped going out with my friends. I didn't want to see other people. I stopped listening to Jake Rosso's records, and took his pictures off my bedroom wall. I didn't listen to music or watch television. Nothing mattered anymore.

Then I stopped crying. I stopped feeling sad and began to feel angry.

'Why did it happen to him?' I asked my mother. 'Why do the best people die? Jake Rosso. My father.'

'I... I don't know, Carol,' my mother said. She was unhappy, too.

At the time of the plane crash, I was a student at college. I enjoyed the work and college life very much, but after my father's death I stopped doing my work at college. I began to go out with some new friends. They were different from my other friends, and my mother didn't like them.

'They're bad people, Carol,' she told me. 'They do dangerous things.'

'They're exciting,' I said. 'And I liked them.'

I knew she was angry but I didn't care. But then I learned my new friends took drugs, and I began to take grugs, too. It was wrongand stupid, I know that now, but I was unhappy and angry.

The police came to the college to arrest some of the students. They didn't arrest me, but I had to leave the college. It was a bad time.

My mother was very unhappy with me. 'What am I going to do with you, Carol?' she said.

'I'm sorry,' I told her.

'We'll go back to England,' she said. 'You can find a college there. Perhaps you can be happier in England.'

'All right,' I said. 'I want to forget what's happened. I want to forget what I've done and begin a new life, be a new person.'

A month later, we came back to England. We lived in London, in a hotel. It was strange, at first, with all the red buses and everybody speaking English. It was the beginning of the summer, three months before college began in the autumn. London was full of tourists.

We looked at all the famous buildings - Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London. And we went to restaurants and theatres in the evenings. It was interesting and exciting and I began to forget the bad times in Hong Kong.

'I'm pleased we came to London,' I told my mother.

But after a few weeks, she said, 'You need to find a college, Carol. You must go on studying. And I need a job.'

That evening we looked in the newspaper.

'What about this?' I said. I showed my mother a job in the newspaper.

SECRETARY

for the summer months

on a small private island in Scotland.

Live with the family in a big house.

Interesting work and good py

for the right person.

Phone Greta Ross. Telephone number 071...

'Well, that sounds interesting,' said my mother. 'I'd like to work as a secretary on island in Scotland. It's a beautiful country, Carol, and you can go to a college there in the autumn.'

'And it's a place to live for the summer,' I said. 'Hotels are expensive.'

My mother telephoned Greta Ross.

'Come and see me tomorrow,' Greta Ross told her. 'Come to the Savoy Hotel at eleven o'clock.'

My imagination, what are you doing me?

I'm afraid of darkness, i can't stand staying in darkness. I scared of spiders too. When i'm in a dark room or place, i know that's nonsense but i think spiders'll come and they'll bite me, poison me. I'm good at dreaming. So I'm afraid of darkness but I'm also interested in painting. I'm fond of painting portraits. I mean my imagination sometimes scares me but sometimes it makes me relax.

-chicken imagination-