<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236</id><updated>2025-09-08T13:53:27.918-07:00</updated><category term="Practical English Usage"/><category term="British History"/><category term="European History"/><category term="Chinese History"/><category term="Book Reviews"/><category term="IWorth"/><category term="Christian"/><category term="computer"/><category term="internet"/><category term="shakespeare"/><category term="Baby"/><category term="Education"/><category term="Jokes"/><category term="Buddhism"/><category term="Chinese Community"/><category term="City of Derby"/><category term="House and home"/><category term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><category term="Industries"/><category term="Religion"/><category term="gardening"/><category term="Confucius"/><category term="Fairy Tales"/><category term="Glossary"/><category term="Mathematics"/><category term="William the conqueror"/><category term="British Kings"/><category term="Food and Recipes"/><category term="French"/><category term="Queen Victoria"/><category term="Quotes from Zuo Commentary"/><category term="Romans"/><category term="poem"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="English Slangs"/><category term="Fact or Fake"/><category term="French history"/><category term="Future markets"/><category term="Glossary of Ghosts"/><category term="Indian Food"/><category term="Monster-reveal Mirror"/><category term="Muslim sayings"/><category term="Scotish"/><category term="Scottish History"/><category term="Second World War"/><category term="Shanman"/><category term="Special education"/><category term="Victorian"/><category term="kids"/><category term="mobile technology"/><category term="progressive teaching"/><category term="technology"/><category term="the Duke of Nomandy"/><category term="the battle of Hastings"/><title type='text'>iWorth&#39;s Blog:</title><subtitle type='html'>One Thousand And One Nights of Dreams:-- Come True!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-8569584951589803138</id><published>2020-07-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-07-08T10:26:43.010-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Practical English Usage"/><title type='text'>&quot;Why&quot; used as exclamation, an example from &quot;An Inspector Calls&quot;</title><content type='html'>When &quot;Why&quot; is used as an exclamation, it would normally be&amp;nbsp;followed by a comma instead of an exclamation mark, it&#39;s an interjection used to express surprise, disagreement, indignation, hesitation, impatience etc:&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//Why, don&#39;t be silly! (Collins)&lt;div&gt;//Why, here&#39;s what I was looking for! (Merriam Webster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In J. B Priestley&#39;s An Inspector Calls, when Arthur Birling talked about the greatest technological progress of the time such as airplanes, automobiles, and ships, he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And then ships. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#d52c1f&quot;&gt;Why&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; a friend of mine went over this new liner last week – the titanic – she sails next week – forty-six thousand eight hundred tons – new york in five days – and every luxury – and unsinkable, absolutely unsinkable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;He use &quot;Why&quot; to express surprise. Arthur was born into a humble background and became a prosperous manufacturer, he was pompous but rather &quot;&lt;font color=&quot;#d52c1f&quot;&gt;provincial&lt;/font&gt;&quot; in his speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/8569584951589803138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2020/07/why-used-as-exclamation-example-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/8569584951589803138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/8569584951589803138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2020/07/why-used-as-exclamation-example-from.html' title='&quot;Why&quot; used as exclamation, an example from &quot;An Inspector Calls&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-2199397681586011766</id><published>2016-06-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-06-29T12:05:19.591-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Practical English Usage"/><title type='text'>PEMDAS</title><content type='html'>&quot;PEMDAS&quot; - parentheses, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, subtraction, is the &quot;order of operation&quot; in a single math expression.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/2199397681586011766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/06/pemdas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/2199397681586011766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/2199397681586011766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/06/pemdas.html' title='PEMDAS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-5342063194408761778</id><published>2016-06-25T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-06-25T21:28:20.824-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mobile technology"/><title type='text'>Some Acronym for my Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>A mobile network is also called a &lt;b&gt;cellular&lt;/b&gt; network because the network is distributed over land areas called cells, each served by at least one fixed-location transceiver, known as a cell site or base station.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;GPRS&lt;/b&gt; is short for General Packet Radio Service, it&#39;s a mobile data service on the 2G and 3G cellular communication system, GPRS usage is typically charged based on volume of data transferred, contrasting with circuit switched data, which is usually billed per minute of connection time. So that you see on your mobile phone bill, the former is measured by Megabytes, but the later by Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;GPS and GPRS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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GPS is a positioning service that can determine any location on earth, hence the name Global Positioning System. On the other hand, GPRS is a data service technology that enables 2G telecommunication networks to provide services other than voice calls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2G, 3G, 4G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2G is short for ‘2nd Generation wireless telephone technology’. 2G lets you send text and picture messages and has some internet capabilities. A letter E or G &amp;nbsp;means that your phone is currently using 2G speeds.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ‘G’ stands for GPRS, which gives you slow, dial up modem speeds when you&#39;re trying to use data or the Internet. The ‘E’ stands for &#39;enhanced&#39;, and your Internet will work a little faster than when it&#39;s on G.&lt;br /&gt;
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Similarly, 3G is short for 3rd Generation, it allows video calls and provides faster internet. Either ‘3G’, ‘H’ or ‘H+’ to show that you&#39;re on 3G.&lt;br /&gt;
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4G is short for th 4th Generation. 4G internet speeds are five times faster than 3G, but currently you need a 4G compatible phone and you need to live in an area with 4G phone signal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;NFC&lt;/b&gt; stands for Near Field Communication, which allows Beam sharing data between two mobile phones.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/5342063194408761778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/06/some-acronym-for-my-mobile-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5342063194408761778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5342063194408761778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/06/some-acronym-for-my-mobile-phone.html' title='Some Acronym for my Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-1164521647000131461</id><published>2016-04-20T10:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-20T10:50:48.836-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes from Zuo Commentary"/><title type='text'>Private enmity and Public duty</title><content type='html'>Zhaozi said, &quot;Is not he your enemy?&quot; Sheng replied, &quot;Private enmities should not interfere with public [duty]. In your likings not to overlook faults, and in your hatreds not to disallow what is good, is the course of righteousness. I dare not act contrary to it.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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--Duke Ai, Fifth Year.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/1164521647000131461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/04/private-enmity-and-public-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1164521647000131461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1164521647000131461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/04/private-enmity-and-public-duty.html' title='Private enmity and Public duty'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-5641653926122499172</id><published>2016-04-14T05:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-20T10:52:32.578-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes from Zuo Commentary"/><title type='text'>Nine maxims</title><content type='html'>Do not begin disorder; do not trust in riches; do not rely on favour; do not oppose a common agreement; do not carry yourself proudly in ceremonies; do not be proud of your power; do not transfer your anger; take no counsels that are contrary to virtue; do nothing against righteousness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/5641653926122499172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/04/nine-maxims.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5641653926122499172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5641653926122499172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/04/nine-maxims.html' title='Nine maxims'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-9062074160033231194</id><published>2016-03-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-03-23T13:11:10.201-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fact or Fake"/><title type='text'>Does pearls reproduce by itself through time</title><content type='html'>At the request of several families he and Mrs Legge gave a home for some months to a young Dutch girl, a granddaughter of the first Dutch governor of the Straits Settlements. She had several pearls of which the Dutch residents were great collectors, got from oysters found in a river of the Malay Peninsula, when she left them she gave Mrs Legge a small box containing a large pearl the size of a pea, with a blue spot on it, and two others not so large. This box was then put away and locked up. Several weeks later he took it out and on opening it discovered more than a dozen pearls, most of them very small. Astonished at the phenomenon he called his chief servant, a Portuguese, who happened to enter the room and who expressed no surprise but declared it to be a common occurrence. On enquiry he found that many of the Dutch people had jars of pearls, large and small, which had accumulated in this way. Some years later he related the incident at dinner on board ship. The captain was a cautious Highlander and said nothing, but two years after, meeting James Legge in Hong Kong he came up to him with the words, &#39;It&#39;s true, Doctor,&#39; &#39;What is true?&#39; &#39;What you told us about the pearls.&#39; He added that he had disbelieved the story at the time, but had investigated the matter on his voyages between China and Calcutta. Nearly forty years after, a letter was published in the Times asserting the same thing, and provoked a good deal of correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;
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-- James Legge, Missionary and Scholar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;by
Helen Edith Legge , Religious Tract Society (Great Britain), Page 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t find the answer to this curious claim, if anybody knew the truth, please kindly leave your comment, it will be much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/9062074160033231194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/03/does-pearls-reproduce-by-itself-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/9062074160033231194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/9062074160033231194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/03/does-pearls-reproduce-by-itself-through.html' title='Does pearls reproduce by itself through time'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-4593252478412151442</id><published>2016-02-03T06:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-03T06:00:51.307-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confucius"/><title type='text'>About Human Nauture</title><content type='html'>性相近, 习相远 are the ipsissima verba of Confucius, and form the chief dogma in Confucian ethics. It was vigorously upheld by Mencius, and opposed by Hsün K&#39;uang of the 3rd cent. B.C. who held that the nature of man is radically evil, and also by Yang Hsiung who taught that it is neither one nor the other but a mixture of the two.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;
---- Herbert Allen Giles,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;San Tzu Ching&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/4593252478412151442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/02/about-human-nauture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/4593252478412151442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/4593252478412151442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2016/02/about-human-nauture.html' title='About Human Nauture'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-2312902689289824250</id><published>2015-09-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-20T18:54:25.603-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><title type='text'>Arirang</title><content type='html'>Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo，&lt;br /&gt;
Crossing over Arirang Pass.&lt;br /&gt;
My Dear, if you abandoned me,&lt;br /&gt;
Will not walk even ten &lt;i&gt;li&lt;/i&gt; before you hurt feet.&lt;br /&gt;
Just as there are many stars in the clear sky,&lt;br /&gt;
There are also many dreams in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arirang Pass is the long road you go.&lt;br /&gt;
Over there is the Baekdu Mountain, [Baekdu: whitehead]&lt;br /&gt;
Even in the middle of winter days flowers bloom.&lt;br /&gt;
Arirang Mount is my Tear-Falling Hill,&lt;br /&gt;
So seeking my love, I cannot stay still.&lt;br /&gt;
Wondrous time, happy time—let us delay;&lt;br /&gt;
Till night is over, go not away.&lt;br /&gt;
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The brightest of stars stud the sky so blue;&lt;br /&gt;
Deep in my bosom burns bitterest rue.&lt;br /&gt;
Man’s heart is like water streaming downhill;&lt;br /&gt;
Woman’s heart is well water—so deep and still.&lt;br /&gt;
Young men’s love is like pinecones seeming sound,&lt;br /&gt;
But when the wind blows, they fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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Birds in the morning sing simply to eat;&lt;br /&gt;
Birds in the evening sing for love sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
When man has attained to the age of a score,&lt;br /&gt;
The mind of a woman should be his love.&lt;br /&gt;
The trees and the flowers will bloom for aye,&lt;br /&gt;
But the glories of youth will soon fade away.&lt;br /&gt;
Look on me! Look on me! Look on me!&lt;br /&gt;
In midwinter, when you see a flower, please think of me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Castor and camellia, bear no beans!&lt;br /&gt;
Deep mountain fair maidens would go a-flirting.&lt;br /&gt;
Over the Ari-Arirang Pass I’ll cross and go.&lt;br /&gt;
O’er Arirang Pass I long to cross today.&lt;br /&gt;
Moonkyung Bird Pass has too many curves–&lt;br /&gt;
Winding up, winding down, in tears I go.&lt;br /&gt;
When flowers bloom in Hanyang, carry me and go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I pray, my soya field will bear no beans;&lt;br /&gt;
Castor and camellia, why should you bear beans?&lt;br /&gt;
When I broke the hedge bush stem, you said you’d come away;&lt;br /&gt;
At your doorway I stamp my feet, why do you delay?&lt;br /&gt;
Come to me! Come to me! Come and join me!&lt;br /&gt;
In a castor and camellia garden we’ll meet, my love!&lt;br /&gt;
If you leave and forsake me, my own,&lt;br /&gt;
Ere three miles you go, lame you’ll have grown.&lt;br /&gt;
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--Korean Folksong&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/2312902689289824250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/arirang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/2312902689289824250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/2312902689289824250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/arirang.html' title='Arirang'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-248480443886999202</id><published>2015-09-08T09:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-08T09:21:35.218-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics</title><content type='html'>Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;
I travel the world&lt;br /&gt;
And the seven seas,&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody&#39;s looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;
Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;
Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;
Some of them want to be abused. [1]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keep your head up, movin&#39; on&lt;br /&gt;
Hold your head up, movin&#39; on&lt;br /&gt;
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Written by Lennox, Annie / Stewart, David Allan.&lt;br /&gt;
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[1] &quot;Abuse&quot; means:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
▸to be treated someone in a cruel or violent way&lt;br /&gt;
▸to have sex with someone who is unable to refuse&lt;br /&gt;
▸to use something in a bad, dishonest, or harmful way&lt;br /&gt;
▸to use alcohol or illegal drugs in a way that is harmful to your health&lt;br /&gt;
▸to speak to someone in an angry, offensive way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why do some people want to be physically, emotionally, or verbally abused? You might feel that it&#39;s a crazy idea at first, but when you listen to this song again and again, you could see the profound truth hidden in the darkest corner of human heart, and the vivid moving images of the distorted bizarre world. But the highlight is at the last two lines of the song, which reveal the the fact that you don&#39;t just jump into the deepest suffocating abyss of masochism, instead you keep your head up, and hold it high, and endeavour to move on to your life. Just like a ball bouncing up again to another side when it&#39;s been hit onto the hard ground.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/248480443886999202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/sweet-dreams-eurythmics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/248480443886999202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/248480443886999202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/sweet-dreams-eurythmics.html' title='Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-3353616391622642180</id><published>2015-09-08T03:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-08T03:20:41.470-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><title type='text'>Money&#39;s Too Tight To Mention</title><content type='html'>I been laid off from work&lt;br /&gt;
My rent is due&lt;br /&gt;
My kids all need&lt;br /&gt;
Brand new shoes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I went to the bank&lt;br /&gt;
To see what they could do&lt;br /&gt;
They said son - looks like bad luck&lt;br /&gt;
Got a hold on you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Money&#39;s too tight to mention&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t get an unemployment extension&lt;br /&gt;
Money&#39;s too tight to mention&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went to my brother&lt;br /&gt;
To see what he could do -&lt;br /&gt;
He said brother like to help you&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m unable to&lt;br /&gt;
So I called on my father, He said&lt;br /&gt;
Money&#39;s too tight to mention&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t even qualify for my pension&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We talk about Reaganomics [1],&lt;br /&gt;
Oh lord down in the congress&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;re passing all kinds of bills&lt;br /&gt;
From down Capitol Hill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Money&#39;s too tight to mention (cutbac)&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re talk-in&#39; about money money&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re talk-in&#39; &#39;bout the dollar bill [2]&lt;br /&gt;
Now what are we all to do&lt;br /&gt;
When the money’s got a hold on you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Writers: John and William Valentine)&lt;br /&gt;
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[1] Reaganomics is a popular term used to refer to the economic policies of Ronald Reagan, the 40th U.S. President (1981–1989), which called for widespread tax cuts, decreased social spending, increased military spending, and the deregulation of domestic markets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[2]&amp;nbsp;A dollar bill is a banknote (or bill) of any of the currencies that are named dollar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[3] Capital Hill is a metonym for the United States Congress. Metonym is a figure of speech in which a thing or concept
is called not by its own name but rather by the name of something associated in
meaning with that thing or concept.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/3353616391622642180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/moneys-too-tight-to-mention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/3353616391622642180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/3353616391622642180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/moneys-too-tight-to-mention.html' title='Money&#39;s Too Tight To Mention'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLa08Yx4pUUufMhtlvRjXBP3UsF_rZo0yyKXiY0CdgXavB1I27WcrjadGBaoZ1IPjmyjzM-wlZa0lDPIzXoswioZm-FDx57hsUr5ozOgraLa6XEl59QS2GSpwdtH-2MwHNOEoR-hBexoJE/s72-c/Reaganomics.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-1429626804419030549</id><published>2015-09-07T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-07T08:59:51.600-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><title type='text'>Hungry Like The Wolf (DURAN DURAN)</title><content type='html'>Darken the city, night is&lt;b&gt; a-wire&lt;/b&gt; [1]&lt;br /&gt;
Steam in the subway, earth is a afire&lt;br /&gt;
Woman, you want me, give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;
And catch my breathing even closer behind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In touch with the ground&lt;br /&gt;
Smell like I sound, I&#39;m lost in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;
Mouth is alive with juices like wine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stalked in the forest, too close to hide&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be upon you by the moonlight side&lt;br /&gt;
High blood drumming on your skin, it&#39;s so tight&lt;br /&gt;
You feel my heat, I&#39;m just a moment behind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In touch with the ground&lt;br /&gt;
A scent and a sound, I&#39;m lost and I&#39;m found&lt;br /&gt;
I howl and I whine, I&#39;m after you&lt;br /&gt;
Mouth is alive, all running inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Burning the ground, I break from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;
I smell like I sound, I&#39;m lost and I&#39;m found&lt;br /&gt;
Strut on a line, it&#39;s discord and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;
Mouth is alive with juices like wine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on the hunt I&#39;m after you&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[1]A-wire: crazy, insane, chaotic, also know as &quot;haywire&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/1429626804419030549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/hungry-like-wolf-duran-duran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1429626804419030549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1429626804419030549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/hungry-like-wolf-duran-duran.html' title='Hungry Like The Wolf (DURAN DURAN)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-5710275010980671140</id><published>2015-09-03T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-03T13:38:36.787-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song Lyrics For Reading"/><title type='text'>&quot;I Need A Dollar&quot;</title><content type='html'>By Aloe Bacc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need&lt;br /&gt;
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me&lt;br /&gt;
Bad times are comin and I reap what I don&#39;t sow&lt;br /&gt;
Well let me tell you somthin all that glitters ain&#39;t gold&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been a long old trouble long old troublesome road&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m looking for somebody come and help me carry this load&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need&lt;br /&gt;
Well I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m walking on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;
Cause everything around me is falling down&lt;br /&gt;
And all I want - is for someone - to help me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had a job but the boss man let me go&lt;br /&gt;
He said, I&#39;m sorry but I won&#39;t be needing your help no more&lt;br /&gt;
I said, Please mister boss man I need this job more than you know&lt;br /&gt;
But he gave me my last paycheck and he sent me on out the door&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need&lt;br /&gt;
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me&lt;br /&gt;
Well I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m walking on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;
Cause everything around me is crumbling down&lt;br /&gt;
And all I want is for someone to help me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What in the world am I gonna to do tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
is there someone whose dollar that I can borrow&lt;br /&gt;
Who can help me take away my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe its inside the bottle&lt;br /&gt;
I had some good old buddy his names is whiskey and wine&lt;br /&gt;
And for my good old buddy I spent my last dime&lt;br /&gt;
My wine is good to me it helps me pass the time&lt;br /&gt;
and my good old buddy whiskey keeps me warmer than the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mom of mayhem just a child has got his own&lt;br /&gt;
if god has plans for me I hope it ain&#39;t - written in stone&lt;br /&gt;
because I&#39;ve been working myself down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;
and I swear on grandpas grave I&#39;ll be paid when I come home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need&lt;br /&gt;
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me&lt;br /&gt;
come on share your dollar with me&lt;br /&gt;
go ahead share your dollar with me&lt;br /&gt;
come on share your dollar give me your dollar</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/5710275010980671140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/i-need-dollar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5710275010980671140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5710275010980671140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/i-need-dollar.html' title='&quot;I Need A Dollar&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-5141163713468548568</id><published>2015-09-02T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T04:38:41.609-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Practical English Usage"/><title type='text'>Appendices or Appendixes</title><content type='html'>&quot;Appendices&quot; is a section giving extra details at the end of a book, part of a book, or document, In this sense, the plural form of appendix is appendices.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Appendixes” is the plural form of the now functionless part of the large intestine causing people to be rushed into hospital for its removal.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/5141163713468548568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/appendices-or-appendixes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5141163713468548568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/5141163713468548568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/appendices-or-appendixes.html' title='Appendices or Appendixes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-1059700543643250282</id><published>2015-09-02T04:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T04:24:14.680-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Practical English Usage"/><title type='text'>British and American English Spelling</title><content type='html'>The British English spellings are often related to their French and Greek spelling, while American spellings often reflect the Latin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
1. ae/e, oe/o, ou/o, iu/u&lt;/h2&gt;
aetiology / etiology&lt;br /&gt;
anaemic / anemic&lt;br /&gt;
anaesthetic / anesthetic&lt;br /&gt;
caesium / cesium&lt;br /&gt;
faeces / feces&lt;br /&gt;
foetus/foetal fetus/fetal&lt;br /&gt;
haemo- / hemo-&lt;br /&gt;
oedema edema&lt;br /&gt;
mould mold&lt;br /&gt;
aluminium aluminum&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
2. gue/g&lt;/h2&gt;
analogue / analog&lt;br /&gt;
catalogue / catalog&lt;br /&gt;
dialogue / dialog&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
3. se/ze, ce/se&lt;/h2&gt;
analyse / analyze&lt;br /&gt;
catalyse / catalyze&lt;br /&gt;
dialyse / dialyze&lt;br /&gt;
electrolyse / electrolyze&lt;br /&gt;
hydrolyse /hydrolyze&lt;br /&gt;
paralyse /paralyze&lt;br /&gt;
defence defense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
4.our/or&lt;/h2&gt;
behaviour / behavior&lt;br /&gt;
colour / color&lt;br /&gt;
favour / favor&lt;br /&gt;
harbour / harbor&lt;br /&gt;
labour (laborious) / labor (laborious)&lt;br /&gt;
neighbour / neighbor&lt;br /&gt;
odour / odor&lt;br /&gt;
tumour . tumor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
5. re/er&lt;/h2&gt;
centre, centred / center, centered&lt;br /&gt;
fibre / fiber&lt;br /&gt;
litre / liter&lt;br /&gt;
metre (100 cm) / meter&lt;br /&gt;
meter (measuring device) / meter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
6. l/ll&lt;/h2&gt;
channelled, channelling / channeled, channeling&lt;br /&gt;
fulfil / fulfill&lt;br /&gt;
labelling, labelled / labeling, labeled&lt;br /&gt;
modelled, modelling / modeled, modeling&lt;br /&gt;
skilful skillful&lt;br /&gt;
tunnelling tunneling&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
7. co-/co&lt;/h2&gt;
co-worker / coworker&lt;br /&gt;
co-factor / cofactor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
8. ph/f&lt;/h2&gt;
sulphur, sulphate, sulphite, sulphide, etc. sulfur, sulfate, sulfite, sulfide, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
9. others&lt;/h2&gt;
grey / gray&lt;br /&gt;
through / thru&lt;br /&gt;
programme (TV, project etc.) / program&lt;br /&gt;
but computer program / program&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/1059700543643250282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/british-and-american-english-spelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1059700543643250282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/1059700543643250282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/09/british-and-american-english-spelling.html' title='British and American English Spelling'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-8927019414834762257</id><published>2015-09-02T03:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T03:34:51.849-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Practical English Usage"/><title type='text'>Dissertation orl thesis</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;if you’re from the UK you would write a Master’s dissertation and a Doctoral thesis. If, on the other hand, you lived in the USA, you would write a Master’s thesis and a Doctoral dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you’re writing your doctoral thesis in British English, call it a thesis; if you’re using American English, call it a doctoral dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the alternate spelling “panick” is used for the past participle: &quot;I panicked last night at the disco.&quot; When it’s use for progressive tense: “Invariably, when markets are panicking, they sell the stocks quickly.”&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s the rule for root words ending in &quot;c&quot; is that you have to add “k”, so the spelling is related with the pronunciation. If we don&#39;t add the &amp;lt;k&amp;gt;, it looks as if the &amp;lt;c&amp;gt; has to be pronounced /s/. If the &quot;k&quot; was not there, “panicing” would look like the word which is supposed to be pronounced as if it is ended in &quot;sing,&quot; while “paniced” would be pronounced like “panised”.&lt;br /&gt;
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The same would be true for any other verb ending in &#39;-ic&#39;. Picnicking is the correct spelling for &quot;going on a picnic&quot;. The words trafficking, and mosaicking are treated similarly.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en.dayabook.com/feeds/58141725903160372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/02/panic-or-panick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/58141725903160372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855440818666482236/posts/default/58141725903160372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en.dayabook.com/2015/02/panic-or-panick.html' title='Panic or panick'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855440818666482236.post-7856671935609089074</id><published>2014-08-13T14:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-13T14:29:42.676-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes"/><title type='text'>Security Check</title><content type='html'>Answer this question to confirm your identity:&lt;br /&gt;
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What is the first name of the boy or girl that you first kissed?&lt;br /&gt;
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A Pelican Crossing is a type of pedestrian crossing featuring a pair of poles each with a standard set of traffic lights facing oncoming traffic, a push button and two illuminated, coloured pictograms facing the pedestrian from across the road - a red, stationary person to indicate that it is not safe to cross, and a green, walking person to indicate that it is safe to do so. The name is derived from PELICON, a portmanteau of pedestrian light controlled.&lt;br /&gt;
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Puffin crossings are electronically controlled. Sensor sensure that the red light shows until the pedestrianhas safely crossed the road. These crossings don’t have a fashing amber light; they have a steady amberlight, like normal traffic lights. Its name is an abreviation of pedestrian user-friendly intelligent crossing.&lt;br /&gt;
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A toucan crossing is a type of pedestrian crossing that also allows bicycles to be ridden across. Since two-can, both pedestrians and cyclists, cross together, the name toucan was chosen. Toucan crossings are normally 4 metres (13 feet) wide, instead of the 2.8-metre (9 feet) width of a pelican crossing or puffin crossing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Living with her false mother with an evil flare.&lt;br /&gt;
Trapped inside a tower fifty feet high,&lt;br /&gt;
She uses her hair to swing around likes she could fly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her mean and ugly sisters make her do as she is told,&lt;br /&gt;
She shops and cooks and washes but they don&#39;t pay her a penny&lt;br /&gt;
They buy themselves all sorts of things but don&#39;t give Cinderella any.&lt;br /&gt;
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The big estate on which sheep or cattle are reared in large numbers are always called &quot;station,&quot; and not farms; the owner is always the &quot;boss&quot;; and the men who work for them are &quot;stockmen,&quot; and never shepherds or cowmen, although you are quite in order if you speak to them as &quot;hands&quot;.
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The land over which the sheep roam is the &quot;run&quot;. A large station will probably be divided into what should be called in Britain &quot;fields,&quot; but which the jackeroo soon learns to call &quot; padocks&quot;.
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The life of a jackeroo of Australia, likes the rancher of Canada and the veld-rider of south Africa, if we may say.
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