<?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: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-6082085669767070221</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:59:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EnglishSMKASR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-3443204511075696375</id><published>2010-05-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:59:31.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Themes of Robinson Crusoe</title><content type='html'>Themes :Themes are the fundamental and often universal ideas explored in a literary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ambivalence of Mastery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s success in mastering his situation, overcoming his obstacles, and controlling his environment shows the condition of mastery in a positive light, at least at the beginning of the novel. Crusoe lands in an inhospitable environment and makes it his home. His taming and domestication of wild goats and parrots with Crusoe as their master illustrates his newfound control. Moreover, Crusoe’s mastery over nature makes him a master of his fate and of himself. Early in the novel, he frequently blames himself for disobeying his father’s advice or blames the destiny that drove him to sea. But in the later part of the novel, Crusoe stops viewing himself as a passive victim and strikes a new note of self-determination. In building a home for himself on the island, he finds that he is master of his life—he suffers a hard fate and still finds prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this theme of mastery becomes more complex and less positive after Friday’s arrival, when the idea of mastery comes to apply more to unfair relationships between humans. In Chapter XXIII, Crusoe teaches Friday the word “[m]aster” even before teaching him “yes” and “no,” and indeed he lets him “know that was to be [Crusoe’s] name.” Crusoe never entertains the idea of considering Friday a friend or equal—for some reason, superiority comes instinctively to him. We further question Crusoe’s right to be called “[m]aster” when he later refers to himself as “king” over the natives and Europeans, who are his “subjects.” In short, while Crusoe seems praiseworthy in mastering his fate, the praiseworthiness of his mastery over his fellow humans is more doubtful. Defoe explores the link between the two in his depiction of the colonial mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Necessity of Repentance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s experiences constitute not simply an adventure story in which thrilling things happen, but also a moral tale illustrating the right and wrong ways to live one’s life. This moral and religious dimension of the tale is indicated in the Preface, which states that Crusoe’s story is being published to instruct others in God’s wisdom, and one vital part of this wisdom is the importance of repenting one’s sins. While it is important to be grateful for God’s miracles, as Crusoe is when his grain sprouts, it is not enough simply to express gratitude or even to pray to God, as Crusoe does several times with few results. Crusoe needs repentance most, as he learns from the fiery angelic figure that comes to him during a feverish hallucination and says, “Seeing all these things have not brought thee to repentance, now thou shalt die.” Crusoe believes that his major sin is his rebellious behavior toward his father, which he refers to as his “original sin,” akin to Adam and Eve’s first disobedience of God. This biblical reference also suggests that Crusoe’s exile from civilization represents Adam and Eve’s expulsion from Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Crusoe, repentance consists of acknowledging his wretchedness and his absolute dependence on the Lord. This admission marks a turning point in Crusoe’s spiritual consciousness, and is almost a born-again experience for him. After repentance, he complains much less about his sad fate and views the island more positively. Later, when Crusoe is rescued and his fortune restored, he compares himself to Job, who also regained divine favor. Ironically, this view of the necessity of repentance ends up justifying sin: Crusoe may never have learned to repent if he had never sinfully disobeyed his father in the first place. Thus, as powerful as the theme of repentance is in the novel, it is nevertheless complex and ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Importance of Self-Awareness&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s arrival on the island does not make him revert to a brute existence controlled by animal instincts, and, unlike animals, he remains conscious of himself at all times. Indeed, his island existence actually deepens his self-awareness as he withdraws from the external social world and turns inward. The idea that the individual must keep a careful reckoning of the state of his own soul is a key point in the Presbyterian doctrine that Defoe took seriously all his life. We see that in his normal day-to-day activities, Crusoe keeps accounts of himself enthusiastically and in various ways. For example, it is significant that Crusoe’s makeshift calendar does not simply mark the passing of days, but instead more egocentrically marks the days he has spent on the island: it is about him, a sort of self-conscious or autobiographical calendar with him at its center. Similarly, Crusoe obsessively keeps a journal to record his daily activities, even when they amount to nothing more than finding a few pieces of wood on the beach or waiting inside while it rains. Crusoe feels the importance of staying aware of his situation at all times. We can also sense Crusoe’s impulse toward self-awareness in the fact that he teaches his parrot to say the words, “Poor Robin Crusoe. . . . Where have you been?” This sort of self-examining thought is natural for anyone alone on a desert island, but it is given a strange intensity when we recall that Crusoe has spent months teaching the bird to say it back to him. Crusoe teaches nature itself to voice his own self-awareness.Themes :Themes are the fundamental and often universal ideas explored in a literary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ambivalence of Mastery&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s success in mastering his situation, overcoming his obstacles, and controlling his environment shows the condition of mastery in a positive light, at least at the beginning of the novel. Crusoe lands in an inhospitable environment and makes it his home. His taming and domestication of wild goats and parrots with Crusoe as their master illustrates his newfound control. Moreover, Crusoe’s mastery over nature makes him a master of his fate and of himself. Early in the novel, he frequently blames himself for disobeying his father’s advice or blames the destiny that drove him to sea. But in the later part of the novel, Crusoe stops viewing himself as a passive victim and strikes a new note of self-determination. In building a home for himself on the island, he finds that he is master of his life—he suffers a hard fate and still finds prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this theme of mastery becomes more complex and less positive after Friday’s arrival, when the idea of mastery comes to apply more to unfair relationships between humans. In Chapter XXIII, Crusoe teaches Friday the word “[m]aster” even before teaching him “yes” and “no,” and indeed he lets him “know that was to be [Crusoe’s] name.” Crusoe never entertains the idea of considering Friday a friend or equal—for some reason, superiority comes instinctively to him. We further question Crusoe’s right to be called “[m]aster” when he later refers to himself as “king” over the natives and Europeans, who are his “subjects.” In short, while Crusoe seems praiseworthy in mastering his fate, the praiseworthiness of his mastery over his fellow humans is more doubtful. Defoe explores the link between the two in his depiction of the colonial mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Necessity of Repentance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s experiences constitute not simply an adventure story in which thrilling things happen, but also a moral tale illustrating the right and wrong ways to live one’s life. This moral and religious dimension of the tale is indicated in the Preface, which states that Crusoe’s story is being published to instruct others in God’s wisdom, and one vital part of this wisdom is the importance of repenting one’s sins. While it is important to be grateful for God’s miracles, as Crusoe is when his grain sprouts, it is not enough simply to express gratitude or even to pray to God, as Crusoe does several times with few results. Crusoe needs repentance most, as he learns from the fiery angelic figure that comes to him during a feverish hallucination and says, “Seeing all these things have not brought thee to repentance, now thou shalt die.” Crusoe believes that his major sin is his rebellious behavior toward his father, which he refers to as his “original sin,” akin to Adam and Eve’s first disobedience of God. This biblical reference also suggests that Crusoe’s exile from civilization represents Adam and Eve’s expulsion from Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Crusoe, repentance consists of acknowledging his wretchedness and his absolute dependence on the Lord. This admission marks a turning point in Crusoe’s spiritual consciousness, and is almost a born-again experience for him. After repentance, he complains much less about his sad fate and views the island more positively. Later, when Crusoe is rescued and his fortune restored, he compares himself to Job, who also regained divine favor. Ironically, this view of the necessity of repentance ends up justifying sin: Crusoe may never have learned to repent if he had never sinfully disobeyed his father in the first place. Thus, as powerful as the theme of repentance is in the novel, it is nevertheless complex and ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Importance of Self-Awareness&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe’s arrival on the island does not make him revert to a brute existence controlled by animal instincts, and, unlike animals, he remains conscious of himself at all times. Indeed, his island existence actually deepens his self-awareness as he withdraws from the external social world and turns inward. The idea that the individual must keep a careful reckoning of the state of his own soul is a key point in the Presbyterian doctrine that Defoe took seriously all his life. We see that in his normal day-to-day activities, Crusoe keeps accounts of himself enthusiastically and in various ways. For example, it is significant that Crusoe’s makeshift calendar does not simply mark the passing of days, but instead more egocentrically marks the days he has spent on the island: it is about him, a sort of self-conscious or autobiographical calendar with him at its center. Similarly, Crusoe obsessively keeps a journal to record his daily activities, even when they amount to nothing more than finding a few pieces of wood on the beach or waiting inside while it rains. Crusoe feels the importance of staying aware of his situation at all times. We can also sense Crusoe’s impulse toward self-awareness in the fact that he teaches his parrot to say the words, “Poor Robin Crusoe. . . . Where have you been?” This sort of self-examining thought is natural for anyone alone on a desert island, but it is given a strange intensity when we recall that Crusoe has spent months teaching the bird to say it back to him. Crusoe teaches nature itself to voice his own self-awareness.Themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson Crusoe must overcome his fear in order to survive his long ordeal on the deserted island. The trial by fear begins when he runs about like a madman, scared of every shadow, and sleeps in a tree with a weapon: "fear banished all my religious hope, all that former confidence in God." He quickly realizes that he must recover his wits and reason if he is to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At several points in the narrative, Crusoe is almost overwhelmed by his fear of the unknown. It propels him to colonize the island, securing his shelter and becoming self-sufficient. His ability to funnel his fear into productivity and creativity allows him to survive under extreme conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe masters his fear when he faces the ultimate challenge — the devil. Investigating a cave, he is met by a pair of eyes. At first scared, he realizes that he can confront this enemy just like he has met every other challenge on the island. "He that was afraid to see the devil, was not fit to live twenty years in an island all alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he rushes in to confront the devil and discovers a dying goat. He has passed his trial. Had he not faced his fears, he would have run away in full belief that the devil lived in that cave. Instead, he investigates and confronts his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson Crusoe is a meditation on the human condition, and an argument for challenging traditional notions about that condition. Finding himself alone in a deserted island, Crusoe struggles to maintain reason, order, and civilization. His "original sin" is his rejection of a conventional life. When he leaves England for a life on the high seas, he refuses to be "satisfied with the station wherein God and Nature hath placed" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe struggles with — and eventually triumphs over — nature. The book suggests that this struggle is at the heart of human nature: man is on earth to triumph and gain profit from nature. Any profit makes sense in this view of the world, whether that means getting just one plank out of a huge tree or building a boat too heavy to bring to the water. Once Crusoe is able to overcome his fear and subdue nature is rewarded handsomely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent with Defoe's writings on economics, money is an important theme in Robinson Crusoe. At the beginning of the narrative, Crusoe details how much money he has, what he does with it, and what he gains by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the island, money loses all value. Crusoe has to find another way to measure his worth. While rummaging through a ship for salvage he laments aloud at the sight of some money, "O Drug! what are thou good for." At that point he realizes that just one knife is worth more than money. Usefulness is the key to evaluation of worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe's hope of returning to England is symbolized by these tokens of civilization — on the island, the money is only a reminder of his old life and he treasures it as a memento. In all of his other endeavors he freely admits his success or failure. But as a merchant, he knows that though separated from the world now, he can only reconnect with it if he has money. Once he returns to London, his old reliance on money returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrialization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrialization is defined here as a process whereby humans channel the forces of nature into the production and manufacture of goods for their economic consumption. This industrialization is Crusoe's occupation, according to his cultural background and his religion. He immediately sets out to be productive and self-sufficient on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time of Robinson Crusoe, most villages were experiencing labor specialization. People began to buy bread instead of baking it. Thus Crusoe has to relearn many of these arts to survive. With practice, Crusoe is able to increase the level of industrialization on his island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe has a few implements with which he is able to reconstruct a semblance of civilization as well as create more advanced technology. While building his house, he notes that every task is exhausting. In brief, he praises the idea of "division of labor" as he describes cutting timber out of trees, bringing the wood from the trees to the construction site, and then constructing his shelter. He soon devises labor-saving devices, thus increasing his efficiency and productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The necessity of a sharp ax leads Crusoe to invent his own foot-powered sharpener. He has "no notion of a kiln," but he manages to fire pottery. He needs a mill for grinding his grain, but not finding a proper stone, he settles for a block of hard wood. The entire process of baking his own bread spurs a realization of how wonderful the state of human technology is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People take the labor behind the necessities of life for granted when such items can be easily purchased in the market. Crusoe is not suggesting that people return to a world of self-sufficient households. Instead, as he goes about his Herculean tasks, like creating a simple shelf in his house, he comments that a carpenter could have finished the two-day job in an hour. Thus he appreciates the process of specialization that helps make industrialization so successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken here&lt;a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/crusoe/themes.html"&gt;http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/crusoe/themes.html&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-3443204511075696375?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/3443204511075696375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/themes-of-robinson-crusoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3443204511075696375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3443204511075696375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/themes-of-robinson-crusoe.html' title='Themes of Robinson Crusoe'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-3496977986565511840</id><published>2010-05-11T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:35:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonyms and Synonyms</title><content type='html'>Antonyms: are words with the opposite meaning to another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: (Grouped by Similarity of Meaning) of verb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-3496977986565511840?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/3496977986565511840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/antonyms-and-synonyms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3496977986565511840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3496977986565511840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/antonyms-and-synonyms.html' title='Antonyms and Synonyms'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-1640991200303405115</id><published>2010-05-11T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:30:25.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analogies</title><content type='html'>Definition: An Analogy is a likeness or similarity between things that are otherwise unlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples: Sleep and death - they share a lack of animation and a recumbent position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogy is the comparison of two pairs which have the same relationship but different meaning. Analogies provide insights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-1640991200303405115?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/1640991200303405115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/analogies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1640991200303405115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1640991200303405115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/analogies.html' title='Analogies'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-3006775233723491450</id><published>2010-05-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:28:08.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperatives</title><content type='html'>Definition:&lt;br /&gt;Imperatives are verbs used to give orders, commands and instructions. The form used is usually the same as the base form. It is one of the three moods of an English verb. Imperatives should be used carefully in English; to give firm orders or commands, but not as much when trying to be polite or show respect to the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EG: Give me that tape, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-3006775233723491450?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/3006775233723491450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/imperatives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3006775233723491450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3006775233723491450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/imperatives.html' title='Imperatives'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-6124363510847861708</id><published>2010-05-11T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:20:52.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiomatic expression</title><content type='html'>An idiomatic expression are common phrases or sayings whose meanings cannot be understood by the individual words or elements.&lt;br /&gt;Examples of these idioms are "Baker's Dozen", "Funny Farm" and "Cold War".&lt;br /&gt;Idiomatic expressions are also non-standard speech, slang or dialect that are natural to native speakers of a language.&lt;br /&gt;Examples of these idioms are "Apples and Pears" for stairs and "Ruby Murray' for curry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-6124363510847861708?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/6124363510847861708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/idiomatic-expression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/6124363510847861708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/6124363510847861708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/idiomatic-expression.html' title='Idiomatic expression'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-8285172362645412512</id><published>2010-05-11T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:19:32.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjectives</title><content type='html'>An adjective modifies a noun or a pronoun by describing, identifying, or quantifying words. An adjective often precedes the noun or the pronoun which it modifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorable&lt;br /&gt;adventurous&lt;br /&gt;aggressive&lt;br /&gt;alert&lt;br /&gt;attractive&lt;br /&gt;average&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;blue-eyed&lt;br /&gt;bloody&lt;br /&gt;blushing&lt;br /&gt;bright&lt;br /&gt;clean&lt;br /&gt;clear&lt;br /&gt;cloudy&lt;br /&gt;colorful&lt;br /&gt;crowded&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;drab&lt;br /&gt;distinct&lt;br /&gt;dull&lt;br /&gt;elegant&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;fancy&lt;br /&gt;filthy Appearance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-8285172362645412512?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/8285172362645412512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/adjectives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/8285172362645412512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/8285172362645412512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/adjectives.html' title='Adjectives'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-3698368982676428216</id><published>2010-05-11T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:18:24.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idioms</title><content type='html'>exemple of Idioms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Having something that is certain is much better than taking a risk for more, because chances are you might lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blessing In Disguise:&lt;br /&gt;Something good that isn't recognized at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chip On Your Shoulder:&lt;br /&gt;Being upset for something that happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dime A Dozen:&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is common and easy to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Doubting Thomas:&lt;br /&gt;A skeptic who needs physical or personal evidence in order to believe something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Drop in the Bucket:&lt;br /&gt;A very small part of something big or whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fool And His Money Are Easily Parted:&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for a foolish person to lose his/her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone involved must unify and function together or it will not work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leopard Can't Change His Spots:&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-3698368982676428216?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/3698368982676428216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/idioms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3698368982676428216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/3698368982676428216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/idioms.html' title='Idioms'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-861605636908463942</id><published>2010-05-05T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:46:37.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a muslimah dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavendervsblue.blogspot.com/2010/05/muslimah-dream.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;I remember it was winter in England and I  was catching a train back to the city where I lived. It was cold, I looked out,  White snow was falling lightly from the gloomy sky. The train was moving fast,  and as it moved I could see grounds in white all covered up by snow. ‘Covered  up?’ the word rang in my head. Images of hijab and headscarf flashes on my  mind.&lt;br /&gt;For the two hours journey, I couldnt sleep even once. There was too  much on my mind. I was born as a Muslim. And I didn‘t pray five times a day like  everybody else. I hardly could read the Quran. People could say I was illiterate  in a way. Because at times, it took me a long while to finish even a short verse  from the Quran. It was in Arabic and I was never taught Arabic, that was my  excuse of not reading. I thought as long as you have a good heart that‘s good  enough. And if you don’t commit huge sins, you’ll be fine. But what she said,  made my whole perspective looked, vain.&lt;br /&gt;I was from London and on my way back  home to the North West region. My heart wasn’t at ease. What she said had made  me thinking, and I was thinking real hard. She was a nice girl. ‘Be a true  Muslim, and not just a Muslim by name,’ she said politely with a smile, but the  meaning was intense. She was merely quoting and was not saying it to me but my  heart was touched. What kind of Muslim, had I been all these while? I don’t want  to be a Muslim and only by name. It doesn’t sound good either. As the train  moved, heading to North West where I lived, I let out few sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Few months  after later.. ‘Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim..,’ I read out loud before starting to  read the Quran. My web-cam was on. That night We were in the middle of Quranic  circle. It’s an activity that we do once a week. Through this circle, we read  the Quran in turns. All were ladies. Sometimes we get to discussed about the  meaning behind the Quran verses and some Hadith from Rasulullah. It was  amazingly fun and I never thought I would actually had fun doing religious  activity. I was very thankful to Siti and her older sister because now I can  read the Quran much better. And since then, I keep on gradually changing, I  realised. How I view life has changed too, a bit if not much.&lt;br /&gt;At nights  before I slept, I thought of going to a place. Somewhere faraway and seemed hard  to reach but I knew its reachable. And if possible, I wanted to go there with  someone that I loved. Of course that’s still remain as a wish and I hope it’ll  come true one day. My life is never this calm! I now wear headscarf everywhere I  go. It doesn’t feel right without it. Sometimes that leads to guilt, when people  sees my hair. So I wear headscarf whenever I go out. My social activity  especially when interacting with men has also changed. I used to be friendly and  outgoing, even with the opposite gender. Now I feel sort of afraid. Sometimes I  limit myself from being too ‘friendly’ with men. Sometimes, I think twice before  I talked to them. Is it necessary or not to talk now? Because Women can be a  fitnah to men, I don’t want to build up sins.&lt;br /&gt;I used to look for a romantic  boyfriend before. I searched high and low but funny that I never really had a  boyfriend until now. I used to ask why? The question is why. Because I’m not  unpretty. But now I understand the reason behind. Having a romantic relationship  outside marriage can lead to something that breaks the law of Syariah. All  praise to Allah, I’m glad I never had boyfriends before. I’m not worried if I  don’t find a guy any sooner. I’m not looking for a relationship anymore. And  definitely not looking for someone based on how romantic he is. I’m going with  the flow, after all everything about humans has been written. I want to fix  myself first.&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere about ‘Mencintai kerana Allah’ or ’Loving you  because of God’. It was a nice Malay blog entry. I am aiming for that kind of  love now. It sounds more pure than romantic love, to me.&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s your dream  guy like?’ a friend asked me one day while we ride on a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t  replied him immediately though, ‘and have you found him?’ he added  quickly.&lt;br /&gt;‘Why do you want to know’ I politely asked with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;‘Well,  only asking,’ he replied calmly. Then there were silent. The road was wet due to  the rain. It was soon before the taxi reached my home.&lt;br /&gt;‘Was he like me?’ he  then added. He was hinting something, I knew. I’ve been waiting for this moment  all this year. And this could be a dream come true, but..&lt;br /&gt;‘My dream guy is,’  I began ‘Someone who can guide me, you know, he leads and I follow,’ Then I  paused.&lt;br /&gt;‘I can be the guy,’ He said confidently.&lt;br /&gt;There was silence again,  a long one. The taxi finally reached my home. I said goodbyes to him and walked  to my front door. I wave before the taxi accelerated again. He smiled to me even  though I didn’t gave him the answer. He was a nice guy but he couldn‘t be the  guy. Because…&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with a guy who could guide me, so that I can get  closer to My Creator. I want a man who can lead as an Imam, in every prayers  that we’re gonna do together as married couple. A man who would tell Islamic  history as a bed-time-stories to our children in the future. I want a man who’ll  read the holly Quran to me, to cheer me every time I’m down. That is my dream  guy and before I can meet him, I knew I need to fix myself first.&lt;br /&gt;One  beautiful spring afternoon, I was at a function. There were many Malays all  gathered. That’s when I met him. He’s not just decent but he has the  characteristic of my dream guy. Every time our eyes met accidentally during the  event, he quickly moved away his stare. That convinced me, even more. I knew  he’ll be a good amir, a leader of a family. Secretly I prayed: O‘ Allah, I want  that kind of guy as a partner in life. At nights before I slept, I thought of  going to a place. Somewhere faraway and seemed hard to reach but I knew its  reachable. And if possible, I wanted to go there with someone that I loved. I  want to go to Jannah (the heaven) with him! I’ll wait here and I know the wait  is worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-861605636908463942?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/861605636908463942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/muslimah-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/861605636908463942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/861605636908463942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/muslimah-dream.html' title='a muslimah dream'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-7893068454001928297</id><published>2010-05-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:26:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips how to have best relationships</title><content type='html'>Have The Best Relationship&lt;br /&gt;How to Have The Best Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is always the best policy. To have the best relationships you have to be honest with yourself and with your partner. You can never expect to get what you want or need if you can't admit what those things truly are.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: Moderately Challenging&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;Things You'll Need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Honesty&lt;br /&gt;   * Trust&lt;br /&gt;   * Communication&lt;br /&gt;   * Understanding&lt;br /&gt;   * Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.&lt;br /&gt;     Step 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is mandatory that you sit down with yourself and pour over past relationships to figure out what has worked for you and against you in the past. You cannot expect the other person to already know what it is you seek, just as you cannot go into a store and have the sales clerk read your mind about the color of blouse you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Make list if you need to. What has made you feel content, satisfied? What in your past relationships has made you crazy or unhappy? Contemplate honestly whether or not it was something the other person did or if it your expectations were unrealistic. Honesty starts with you!&lt;br /&gt;  2.&lt;br /&gt;     Step 2&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Communicate! Before delving into the abyss of eternal love (or what you think is eternal love,) talk to your partner. Find out what worked for them in their past relationships, and what didn't work. If you are a woman then it's get pretty easy. Men need to be needed and desired. More importantly, men need to know they have your support! If they feel that you doubt them or their decisions, you risk pushing them away without verbally communicating your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;  3.&lt;br /&gt;     Step 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Men respond emotionally to physical contact. Women respond physically to emotional contact. You have to remember what attracted you to your man and how he made you feel in the throws of passion and recreate it every chance you get. Women often wait for their man to give them what they need emotionally before they respond to his physical needs. What so many people do not realize about men is that you have to kick start things. The nature of men and women will never change no matter how unfair or how unbalanced women believe they are. He will respond to you emotionally when you show him you want, desire, and need him.&lt;br /&gt;  4.&lt;br /&gt;     Step 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A little trick to making this work for you is to be confident. Show him physical affection, but also let him see you can stand on your own. That will make him WANT to be a rock for you! Men do not, and have never, held a long attraction for a woman who is needy and dependent. Men are turned on by a woman who can stand alone, but they also want to be the one that woman leans on when she is weak.&lt;br /&gt;  5.&lt;br /&gt;     Step 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The best relationships and longest marriages are a result of give and take. He is only human, and when you met you were okay with that. He is still the same person, as are you. If you talk about the things most meaningful to you in the early stages of your relationship, you will find ways to work together to make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4876014_relationship.html"&gt;from here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-7893068454001928297?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/7893068454001928297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/tips-how-to-have-best-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/7893068454001928297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/7893068454001928297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/tips-how-to-have-best-relationships.html' title='Tips how to have best relationships'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-8560368709092296010</id><published>2010-05-05T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:01:10.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOGO FOR NIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TynnRO5OlM/S-IUax3laGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdB7i2oT2lE/s1600/LogoColorNoText.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TynnRO5OlM/S-IUax3laGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdB7i2oT2lE/s320/LogoColorNoText.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467955347876833378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-8560368709092296010?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/8560368709092296010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/logo-of-nie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/8560368709092296010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/8560368709092296010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/05/logo-of-nie.html' title='LOGO FOR NIE'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TynnRO5OlM/S-IUax3laGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdB7i2oT2lE/s72-c/LogoColorNoText.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-113265828643430575</id><published>2010-03-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:37:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Malaysia lies in the tropics and is blessed with plenty of rain and sunshine. Many types of trees and plants grow here. Among them are those that bear delicious fruits. &lt;br /&gt;The "King of Fruits" is without doubt the durian. It is an oval-shaped fruit about the size of a rugby ball. Its skin is green or yellow and covered with many sharp thorns. Inside, however, the yellow flesh is soft and sweet. Its smell is very strong. The locals love the durian, but foreigners find the smell hard to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The durian is a seasonal fruit. It normally is in season twice a year. So are other fruits like the mangosteen, langsat, duku, rambutan and mango. We consume these fruits in great quantities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fruits like the papaya, pineapple, banana and star fruit are not seasonal. They are obtainable at all times. Again we consume these fruits in large quantities. In a hot country like Malaysia, fruits provide us with much needed water and other nutrients that are vital for health. Often the fruit-stalls are crowded with people waiting to buy a slice of papaya, pineapple or watermelon to quench their thirst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky to have such a huge variety of fruits. In addition to that we get imported fruits like apples and grapes, but they are usually more expensive. So we spend our money mainly on local fruits. I would say that it is money well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;Taken From:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-113265828643430575?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/113265828643430575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruits-of-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/113265828643430575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/113265828643430575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruits-of-malaysia.html' title='Fruits of Malaysia'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-5779549896403892584</id><published>2010-03-26T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:05:56.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plot preview</title><content type='html'>R obinson Crusoe is an Englishman from the town of York in the seventeenth century, the youngest son of a merchant of German origin. Encouraged by his father to study law, Crusoe expresses his wish to go to sea instead. His family is against Crusoe going out to sea, and his father explains that it is better to seek a modest, secure life for oneself. Initially, Robinson is committed to obeying his father, but he eventually succumbs to temptation and embarks on a ship bound for London with a friend. When a storm causes the near deaths of Crusoe and his friend, the friend is dissuaded from sea travel, but Crusoe still goes on to set himself up as merchant on a ship leaving London. This trip is financially successful, and Crusoe plans another, leaving his early profits in the care of a friendly widow. The second voyage does not prove as fortunate: the ship is seized by Moorish pirates, and Crusoe is enslaved to a potentate in the North African town of Sallee. While on a fishing expedition, he and a slave boy break free and sail down the African coast. A kindly Portuguese captain picks them up, buys the slave boy from Crusoe, and takes Crusoe to Brazil. In Brazil, Crusoe establishes himself as a plantation owner and soon becomes successful. Eager for slave labor and its economic advantages, he embarks on a slave-gathering expedition to West Africa but ends up shipwrecked off of the coast of Trinidad.Crusoe soon learns he is the sole survivor of the expedition and seeks shelter and food for himself. He returns to the wreck’s remains twelve times to salvage guns, powder, food, and other items. Onshore, he finds goats he can graze for meat and builds himself a shelter. He erects a cross that he inscribes with the date of his arrival, September 1, 1659, and makes a notch every day in order never to lose track of time. He also keeps a journal of his household activities, noting his attempts to make candles, his lucky discovery of sprouting grain, and his construction of a cellar, among other events. In June 1660, he falls ill and hallucinates that an angel visits, warning him to repent. Drinking tobacco-steeped rum, Crusoe experiences a religious illumination and realizes that God has delivered him from his earlier sins. After recovering, Crusoe makes a survey of the area and discovers he is on an island. He finds a pleasant valley abounding in grapes, where he builds a shady retreat. Crusoe begins to feel more optimistic about being on the island, describing himself as its “king.” He trains a pet parrot, takes a goat as a pet, and develops skills in basket weaving, bread making, and pottery. He cuts down an enormous cedar tree and builds a huge canoe from its trunk, but he discovers that he cannot move it to the sea. After building a smaller boat, he rows around the island but nearly perishes when swept away by a powerful current. Reaching shore, he hears his parrot calling his name and is thankful for being saved once again. He spends several years in peace.One day Crusoe is shocked to discover a man’s footprint on the beach. He first assumes the footprint is the devil’s, then decides it must belong to one of the cannibals said to live in the region. Terrified, he arms himself and remains on the lookout for cannibals. He also builds an underground cellar in which to herd his goats at night and devises a way to cook underground. One evening he hears gunshots, and the next day he is able to see a ship wrecked on his coast. It is empty when he arrives on the scene to investigate. Crusoe once again thanks Providence for having been saved. Soon afterward, Crusoe discovers that the shore has been strewn with human carnage, apparently the remains of a cannibal feast. He is alarmed and continues to be vigilant. Later Crusoe catches sight of thirty cannibals heading for shore with their victims. One of the victims is killed. Another one, waiting to be slaughtered, suddenly breaks free and runs toward Crusoe’s dwelling. Crusoe protects him, killing one of the pursuers and injuring the other, whom the victim finally kills. Well-armed, Crusoe defeats most of the cannibals onshore. The victim vows total submission to Crusoe in gratitude for his liberation. Crusoe names him Friday, to commemorate the day on which his life was saved, and takes him as his servant.Finding Friday cheerful and intelligent, Crusoe teaches him some English words and some elementary Christian concepts. Friday, in turn, explains that the cannibals are divided into distinct nations and that they only eat their enemies. Friday also informs Crusoe that the cannibals saved the men from the shipwreck Crusoe witnessed earlier, and that those men, Spaniards, are living nearby. Friday expresses a longing to return to his people, and Crusoe is upset at the prospect of losing Friday. Crusoe then entertains the idea of making contact with the Spaniards, and Friday admits that he would rather die than lose Crusoe. The two build a boat to visit the cannibals’ land together. Before they have a chance to leave, they are surprised by the arrival of twenty-one cannibals in canoes. The cannibals are holding three victims, one of whom is in European dress. Friday and Crusoe kill most of the cannibals and release the European, a Spaniard. Friday is overjoyed to discover that another of the rescued victims is his father. The four men return to Crusoe’s dwelling for food and rest. Crusoe prepares to welcome them into his community permanently. He sends Friday’s father and the Spaniard out in a canoe to explore the nearby land.Eight days later, the sight of an approaching English ship alarms Friday. Crusoe is suspicious. Friday and Crusoe watch as eleven men take three captives onshore in a boat. Nine of the men explore the land, leaving two to guard the captives. Friday and Crusoe overpower these men and release the captives, one of whom is the captain of the ship, which has been taken in a mutiny. Shouting to the remaining mutineers from different points, Friday and Crusoe confuse and tire the men by making them run from place to place. Eventually they confront the mutineers, telling them that all may escape with their lives except the ringleader. The men surrender. Crusoe and the captain pretend that the island is an imperial territory and that the governor has spared their lives in order to send them all to England to face justice. Keeping five men as hostages, Crusoe sends the other men out to seize the ship. When the ship is brought in, Crusoe nearly faints.On December 19, 1686, Crusoe boards the ship to return to England. There, he finds his family is deceased except for two sisters. His widow friend has kept Crusoe’s money safe, and after traveling to Lisbon, Crusoe learns from the Portuguese captain that his plantations in Brazil have been highly profitable. He arranges to sell his Brazilian lands. Wary of sea travel, Crusoe attempts to return to England by land but is threatened by bad weather and wild animals in northern Spain. Finally arriving back in England, Crusoe receives word that the sale of his plantations has been completed and that he has made a considerable fortune. After donating a portion to the widow and his sisters, Crusoe is restless and considers returning to Brazil, but he is dissuaded by the thought that he would have to become Catholic. He marries, and his wife dies. Crusoe finally departs for the East Indies as a trader in 1694. He revisits his island, finding that the Spaniards are governing it well and that it has become a prosperous colony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-5779549896403892584?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/5779549896403892584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/03/plot-preview.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5779549896403892584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5779549896403892584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/03/plot-preview.html' title='Plot preview'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-2311969794988940578</id><published>2010-02-16T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:24:49.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily  log</title><content type='html'>Today I want to do all my homework.First at all, I want to clean up my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-2311969794988940578?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/2311969794988940578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-log_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/2311969794988940578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/2311969794988940578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-log_16.html' title='Daily  log'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-1050210323406643158</id><published>2010-02-16T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:21:40.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Today i feel lonely because my siblings not at home they went to school.my school only have long holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-1050210323406643158?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/1050210323406643158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1050210323406643158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1050210323406643158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-log.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-5675381912651057770</id><published>2010-02-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:11:46.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character and characteristics</title><content type='html'>Robinson Crusoe - The novel’s protagonist and narrator. Crusoe begins the novel as a young middle-class man in York in search of a career. He father recommends the law, but Crusoe yearns for a life at sea, and his subsequent rebellion and decision to become a merchant is the starting point for the whole adventure that follows. His vague but recurring feelings of guilt over his disobedience color the first part of the first half of the story and show us how deep Crusoe’s religious fear is. Crusoe is steady and plodding in everything he does, and his perseverance ensures his survival through storms, enslavement, and a twenty-eight-year isolation on a desert island.&lt;br /&gt;Read an in-depth analysis of Robinson Crusoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - A twenty-six-year-old Caribbean native and cannibal who converts to Protestantism under Crusoe’s tutelage. Friday becomes Crusoe’s servant after Crusoe saves his life when Friday is about to be eaten by other cannibals. Friday never appears to resist or resent his new servitude, and he may sincerely view it as appropriate compensation for having his life saved. But whatever Friday’s response may be, his servitude has become a symbol of imperialist oppression throughout the modern world. Friday’s overall charisma works against the emotional deadness that many readers find in Crusoe.&lt;br /&gt;Read an in-depth analysis of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Portuguese captain - The sea captain who picks up Crusoe and the slave boy Xury from their boat after they escape from their Moorish captors and float down the African coast. The Portuguese captain takes Crusoe to Brazil and thus inaugurates Crusoe’s new life as plantation owner. The Portuguese captain is never named—unlike Xury, for example—and his anonymity suggests a certain uninteresting blandness in his role in the novel. He is polite, personable, and extremely generous to Crusoe, buying the animal skins and the slave boy from Crusoe at well over market value. He is loyal as well, taking care of Crusoe’s Brazilian investments even after a twenty-eight-year absence. His role in Crusoe’s life is crucial, since he both arranges for Crusoe’s new career as a plantation owner and helps Crusoe cash in on the profits later.&lt;br /&gt;The Spaniard - One of the men from the Spanish ship that is wrecked off Crusoe’s island, and whose crew is rescued by the cannibals and taken to a neighboring island. The Spaniard is doomed to be eaten as a ritual victim of the cannibals when Crusoe saves him. In exchange, he becomes a new “subject” in Crusoe’s “kingdom,” at least according to Crusoe. The Spaniard is never fleshed out much as a character in Crusoe’s narrative, an example of the odd impersonal attitude often notable in Crusoe.&lt;br /&gt;Xury - A nonwhite (Arab or black) slave boy only briefly introduced during the period of Crusoe’s enslavement in Sallee. When Crusoe escapes with two other slaves in a boat, he forces one to swim to shore but keeps Xury on board, showing a certain trust toward the boy. Xury never betrays that trust. Nevertheless, when the Portuguese captain eventually picks them up, Crusoe sells Xury to the captain. Xury’s sale shows us the racist double standards sometimes apparent in Crusoe’s behavior.&lt;br /&gt;The widow - Appearing briefly, but on two separate occasions in the novel, the widow keeps Crusoe’s 200 pounds safe in England throughout all his thirty-five years of journeying. She returns it loyally to Crusoe upon his return to England and, like the Portuguese captain and Friday, reminds us of the goodwill and trustworthiness of which humans can be capable, whether European or not.&lt;br /&gt;source: from herehttp://www.sparknotes.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-5675381912651057770?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/5675381912651057770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/character-and-characteristics_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5675381912651057770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5675381912651057770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/character-and-characteristics_11.html' title='Character and characteristics'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-6543859359817703202</id><published>2010-02-11T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:52:10.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework</title><content type='html'>1. Daily log &lt;br /&gt;    have done @ plan todo&lt;br /&gt;2. Reflection&lt;br /&gt;    Personal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;3. Intresting reading list&lt;br /&gt;    article/newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Give personal commen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-6543859359817703202?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/6543859359817703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/6543859359817703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/6543859359817703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework.html' title='homework'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-1358655407014788704</id><published>2010-02-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:15:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learn Today?</title><content type='html'>I learn about how to link and add other pupil blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-1358655407014788704?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/1358655407014788704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-learn-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1358655407014788704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/1358655407014788704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-learn-today.html' title='What I learn Today?'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-4629421270868676993</id><published>2010-02-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:11:30.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synopsis Robinson Crusoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SYNOPSIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robinson Crusoe is abaout a young Englishman who goes to sea without his parents’s blessing.He has many adventure on both land and sea,and learns many new things like trading,navigation,mathematics and farming.A storm at sea leavesh him shipwrecked and alone on a deserted island.for the next 28 years he learns survival skills, and by sheer ingenuity and common sense, create a fairly counfortable and secure live for himself.  In the process, he learns carpentry, pottery, hunting ,boat-building, butter and cheese production and how to make his own clothes from animal hide. One day, he saves Friday, the within of a cannibal assault and thereafter wins him as a friend for life. They rescue a Spaniard and Friday’s father from cannibals and save an English captain from mutineers. After 28 long and desolate years, Robinson Crusoe returns to England.He marries,has three children and after his wife’s death,goes sea-faring again,visiting the islands now inhabited by the Spanish and English.He also sails to Brazil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-4629421270868676993?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/4629421270868676993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/synopsis-robinson-crusoe-is-abaout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/4629421270868676993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/4629421270868676993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/02/synopsis-robinson-crusoe-is-abaout.html' title='Synopsis Robinson Crusoe'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082085669767070221.post-5884681505638139003</id><published>2010-01-20T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:47:21.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>myexperience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I feel dificult to do this but I enjoy to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082085669767070221-5884681505638139003?l=mirey2-amira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/feeds/5884681505638139003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/01/myexperience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5884681505638139003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082085669767070221/posts/default/5884681505638139003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirey2-amira.blogspot.com/2010/01/myexperience.html' title='myexperience'/><author><name>amira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14189604800158810748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
