<?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-7282235962925202494</id><updated>2012-01-22T10:02:26.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282235962925202494.post-8122596867246081728</id><published>2011-11-30T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:37:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actives One To Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; George Stoyonovich and Mr. Cattanzara try to escape from reality. George walks to the park every night and dreams about a better life. Mr. Cattanzara sometimes drinks alcohol and he reads the newspaper every night before he goes to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #23255d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 101.25pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 101.25pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt; width: 405pt;" valign="top" width="540"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #d5d5d5; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;George Stoyonovich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #8ac4fb; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Goes to the park to day – dream.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #d5d5d5; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mr. Cattanzara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #8ac4fb; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Drinks alcohol.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #d5d5d5; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Queen singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #8ac4fb; direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Commits a crime.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input size="29" value="Goes to the park to day-dream." /&gt;&lt;input size="17" value="Commits a crime." /&gt;&lt;input size="14" value="Drinks alcohol." /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I recommend &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(that) &lt;/span&gt;people, instead of escaping from reality,&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to(מיותר)&lt;/span&gt; be active and take themselves into their own hands. People should do things to change their reality even if it's hard, because although the escape gives a short pleasure, the bad reality continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; George lied to Mr. Cattanzara when he told him he has started to read a lot of books. At start, Mr. Cattanzara just suspected that George &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lies(gr.)&lt;/span&gt; but after some time he understood that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;certainely(ww.-for certain)&lt;/span&gt;. After that, they met &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;at(ww.-in)&lt;/span&gt; the street and Mr. Cattanzara asked George questions that made George lie more and more. George liked Mr. Cattanzara, he didn't want to lie to him but he had no choice. Because of all the lies George felt so crumbling apart&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(meaning what exactly?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;George's lie affects his life both on short term and long term. On the short term, George felt very good. The rumor about his reading has spread quickly and people started to smile kindly to George. George's sister also became softer to him. But,&amp;nbsp;George was uneasy too. He tried not to meet Mr. Cattanzara because he didn't &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(want) &lt;/span&gt;him to discover the lie. He stayed in his room and didn't talk with anyone. When they finally met, the hard conversation they had made George &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to(מיותר)&lt;/span&gt; start reading and actually &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;change(gr.)&lt;/span&gt; his life, and that is the effect on the long term.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 5%;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="r_14058" type="checkbox" value="1" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 95%;" width="95%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bernard Malamud wrote about famous people.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 5%;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input checked="checked" name="r_14058" type="checkbox" value="2" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 95%;" width="95%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bernard Malamud worked at odd jobs.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 5%;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input checked="checked" name="r_14058" type="checkbox" value="2" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 95%;" width="95%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bernard Malamud's mother died when he was young.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 5%;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input checked="checked" name="r_14058" type="checkbox" value="2" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 95%;" width="95%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bernard Malamud was interested in simple people.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 5%;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="r_14058" type="checkbox" value="2" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 95%;" width="95%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bernard Malamud wrote about people whose hopes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Some of the autobiographic details that I have read about the author are reflected in the story "A Summer's Reading". The first detail is that the author has worked at odd jobs. In the story we are told that George had worked in odd jobs since he left school – &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;delivery boy, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;stock clerk, runner and more. The second detail is that the author's mother died when he was young. In the story we are told that George's mother is dead and George is only twenty years old. The third detail is that the author was interested in simple people and actually all the characters in the story are simple: poor people who &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;doesn't(gr.)&lt;/span&gt; work in challenging jobs and sometimes &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(are) &lt;/span&gt;not formally educated.&lt;br /&gt;The information about the author &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;let(ww.+gr.- leads) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;me &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(to) &lt;/span&gt;understand why he has chosen to describe George the way he has described him. After reading the information I saw similarity between George's life and the author's life so I understood that the author &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tells(gr.)&lt;/span&gt; his life story through the character of George. The story is probably about the author's life or at least based on it.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;George is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;a nineteen year old young boy who lives in an immigrants neighborhood. He doesn't &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love(ww.)&lt;/span&gt; his reality and he tries to escape from it by going to the park&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; in the(ww.-at) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;nights. There, he dreams about &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;better life with&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;good job, a girlfriend and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;nice house, but he doesn't do anything to reach this. Instead, he blames everyone but him&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(self) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the situation. He gets bored and loses his patience very quickly – that's why he left school and stopped reading the books he bought. The respect is the most important thing to George. His mother had died and although he has a father and a sister he is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mr. Cattanzara is a stocky, bald headed man who works as a change maker on an IRT station and lives in an immigrants neighborhood. He reads "The New York Times" every night before he goes to sleep. He doesn't &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love(ww.)&lt;/span&gt; his reality so sometimes he gets quite drunk to escape from it. He is the only one in the neighborhood who really cares about George - he asks George questions that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;shows(gr.)&lt;/span&gt; his real interest in George's life.&amp;nbsp;We can learn about Mr. Cattanzara from the meaning of his name which is "chained to one place". Mr. Cattanzara doesn't do anything serious to change his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;George and Mr. Cattanzara are similar and different. Both of them escape from their reality instead of dealing with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;her(ww)&lt;/span&gt;. Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; of them don't do anything challenging in their lives, they are passive and don't do anything serious to change their reality. The difference between them is the age. George is still young and can &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;success(gr.-succeed)&lt;/span&gt; in his life while Mr. cattanzara is too old for that. Another difference is their ways to escape from their reality: George is dreaming in the park whereas Mr. Cattanzara gets drunk.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 36pt;" width="48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #23255d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 38.05pt;" width="51"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 33.45pt;" width="45"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 83.6pt;" width="111"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="HE" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;עמודה ראשונה&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: #23255d 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: #23255d 1pt solid; border-top: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span dir="rtl" lang="HE"&gt;עמודה שנייה&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 22.5pt; mso-yfti-irow: 2;"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/v.gif" height="16" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_93" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 20.05pt;" width="27"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/x.gif" height="14" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_94" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3.75pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 33.45pt;" width="45"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 83.6pt;" width="111"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Living in a multicultural society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 22.5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Growing up.&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 22.5pt; mso-yfti-irow: 3;"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/v.gif" height="16" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_95" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 20.05pt;" width="27"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/x.gif" height="14" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_96" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3.75pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 33.45pt;" width="45"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 83.6pt;" width="111"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Coping with&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; difficulties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 22.5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being an immigrant.&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 22.5pt; mso-yfti-irow: 4;"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 18pt;" width="24"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/v.gif" height="16" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_97" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 22.5pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 20.05pt;" width="27"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://c3.ort.org.il/img/interactions/x.gif" height="14" src="file:///C:/Users/5B4D~1/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.gif" v:shapes="תמונה_x0020_98" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 22.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3.75pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 33.45pt;" width="45"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 22.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 3pt; padding-top: 0cm; width: 83.6pt;" width="111"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Taking responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: #23255d 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: #23255d 1pt solid; border-top: medium none; height: 22.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #23255D .75pt; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Proper Education&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="display: none; mso-yfti-irow: 5; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; width: 36pt;" width="48"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 15pt; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The story is titled "A Summer's Reading" although it is finished in the Fall because in the Summer George studied about himself so he was able to start reading and educating himself in the Fall. It's exactly like the students that do homework in the summer and then, in the fall they are ready to go to school and study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Very good work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(93)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Daphna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: silver; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-8122596867246081728?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/8122596867246081728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/actives-one-to-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8122596867246081728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8122596867246081728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/actives-one-to-five.html' title='Actives One To Five'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-2281887865071508235</id><published>2011-11-27T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:02:26.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To A Change Maker - Active Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;27/11/1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dear Mr. Cattanzara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I do not have enough words to describe what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;. I think our meeting, ten years after we saw each other for the last time is the most exciting thing that happened&amp;nbsp;to me lately. As you know, we didn't have enough time to see each other face to face and talk so, I thought that a letter is the best way to talk to you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Do you remember me ten years ago? An irresponsible young boy, who escapes&amp;nbsp;from his reality and feels&amp;nbsp;lonely&amp;nbsp;all the time. The truth is that thanks to you I have changed. Your words: "don't do what I did" are always in my head. After you told me these words, I made the change.&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp;the first time I took responsibility&amp;nbsp;over&amp;nbsp;my life and started reading books. After the reading, I understood that my destiny would be determined only by me. I completed high school with excellent grades and continued to&amp;nbsp;higher education. I also worked during all the period of my studies&amp;nbsp;and made some money. The life became better, but now not because of&amp;nbsp;a lie,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;because I decided that I can&amp;nbsp;make it to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I want to tell you a little secret. When I was the previous George, I used to go to the park and dream about a better life with a private house with a porch, with a girlfriend, with money and&amp;nbsp;a great job. Now, ten years after these dreams, I'm the happiest and&amp;nbsp;proudest man in the world to say that I fulfilled them. Today I'm married to a wonderful wife, lives&amp;nbsp;in a private house and works&amp;nbsp;in a huge hospital. Did&amp;nbsp;you believe that a guy who quit school one day would&amp;nbsp;become a doctor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that wouldn't have happened without you. I want to say thank you again, that you have never given up on me and made me to be what I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You little squirt,&lt;br /&gt;Georgei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(85)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Daphna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-2281887865071508235?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/2281887865071508235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-to-change-maker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2281887865071508235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2281887865071508235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-to-change-maker.html' title='A Letter To A Change Maker - Active Six'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282235962925202494.post-8926752351812891228</id><published>2011-11-11T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:14:49.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are Just Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In recent years the influence of clothes on our&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;has grown.&amp;nbsp;People are&amp;nbsp;judging&amp;nbsp;other people by their clothing, and everyone&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;want(gr.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to wear Brand names. In my opinion,&amp;nbsp;the issue around clothes is even deeper – I think that clothes can actually influence our feelings.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face&amp;nbsp;it,&amp;nbsp;everyone wants to look good and even more than that, to feel good. Clothes can make a person feel the best or the worst. If the person likes the way he is dressed, he will feel better&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;himself,&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; more than a person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;doesn't look good(phr.- not clear what you mean)&lt;/span&gt;. It's a simple equation – if people want to feel good and clothes can make them feel like that, it's just obvious that people will want to wear the trendiest and the most beautiful clothes. When they do this they do something which is accepted, so it makes them feel accepted, normal, fashionable, attractive and more. That's exactly the reason&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;people wear designers' clothes. People want to feel accepted and buying designers' clothes&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; is accepted thing(phr)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(An)o&lt;/span&gt;ther reason may be the fact that there is a stigma that people who don't wear designers' clothes are a bit weird. No one wants to feel like that, so people buy them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, people&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;are fitting(gr.-use the present simple)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;their clothes to the different events in their&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;life(gr.-lives)&lt;/span&gt;. For example, in weddings, women wear white dresses because white is a festive color,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;color of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial;"&gt;cleanliness.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;Wedding is a happy event, so by wearing a happy color, people fit themselves&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the situation. Let's take another example. In funerals people wear black clothes because black is a color of&amp;nbsp;sadness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(A) &lt;/span&gt;Funeral&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;sad event, so by wearing a sad color people fit themselves to the situation. On a daily base, when there isn't any special event, people choose the color of their clothes&amp;nbsp;in fitting to&amp;nbsp;their mood. If a person is happy he will probably wear&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;multi - colored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;and If a person isn't so&amp;nbsp;happy he will wear dark clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's always the same idea – people wear clothes that state their feelings and fit&amp;nbsp;the different situations.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, although we can't ignore the huge place&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;that&amp;nbsp;clothes have in our&amp;nbsp;life,&amp;nbsp;we must remember – these are just clothes! We mustn't let them determine our feelings. And here is something which is even more important, we are the most beautiful when we wear clothes which fit&amp;nbsp;us, so it doesn't matter what you wear, the person you are -&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!that's the important thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Your paragraphs are still&amp;nbsp;too long.You will have to find a way to choose what is the most important and leave our&amp;nbsp;anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(94)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Daphna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-8926752351812891228?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/8926752351812891228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-are-just-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8926752351812891228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8926752351812891228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-are-just-clothes.html' title='These Are Just Clothes'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-8761371128149350407</id><published>2011-09-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:59:18.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Who I Am !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Who am I?" I guess this is the most popular question among people, espcially among teens. I was given a mission to open this blog and this is my first post here, so first of all, I&amp;nbsp;would like&amp;nbsp;to introduce myself and by &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;that(ww.-then)&lt;/span&gt; to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start with some personal information. My name is Liri Rozenthal and I'm sixteen years old. I'm tall and thin but I'm known thanks to my red hair and this is also my nickname among my friends: "Redhead". &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;At(ww.-in)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;the last three months my main hobbie is to play my guitar. I learned how to play by myself and It really relaxes me. Apart from playing my guitar I love to read books, watch movies and of course watch TV and play on&amp;nbsp;my computer. I also love to cook but I don't have time for this. It's a pity, because my friends and family say that it seems I was born in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course no one is perfect and I have positive and negative traits as well. I think that optimism is my most prominent trait. One time, a friend told me that he always feels better after we talk. It was really exciting. This story leads to another trait, which I think is my worst, I'm over emotoinal, especially when it comes to people. It's really hard for me when people get out of my life. I'm also impatient, but I try to count until ten before I respond. It works and I'm sure that if I ask my friends, they will say that I'm a calm person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I think my friends love me and more important, I love myself. After a lot of working&amp;nbsp;on myself during the last year I can say that when I look in the mirror I'm Happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Very interesting. I enjoyed reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(100)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Daphna&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-8761371128149350407?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/8761371128149350407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8761371128149350407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8761371128149350407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-who-i-am.html' title='I Am Who I Am !'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-7661369422655342554</id><published>2011-09-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:20:27.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look And Learn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's really hard tolose people but it's even harder to bring them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We don't value something until it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Did you know? It is anatomically impossible to lick your elbow. 75% of thepeople who hear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;this actually try to lick their elbow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sometimes you just have to expect the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;When life gives you lemons, Make lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Nothing is like it's seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;“Twenty years from now you will be moredisappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. Sothrow off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade windsin your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-7661369422655342554?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/7661369422655342554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/look-and-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/7661369422655342554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/7661369422655342554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/look-and-learn.html' title='Look And Learn...'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-8849439064841863955</id><published>2011-09-15T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:57:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikYArpgfPG4/TnIRLZu9vtI/AAAAAAAAABk/A2pmsJJcEJ8/s1600/%25D7%259C%25D7%259C%25D7%2590+%25D7%25A9%25D7%259D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikYArpgfPG4/TnIRLZu9vtI/AAAAAAAAABk/A2pmsJJcEJ8/s400/%25D7%259C%25D7%259C%25D7%2590+%25D7%25A9%25D7%259D.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-8849439064841863955?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/8849439064841863955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8849439064841863955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8849439064841863955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikYArpgfPG4/TnIRLZu9vtI/AAAAAAAAABk/A2pmsJJcEJ8/s72-c/%25D7%259C%25D7%259C%25D7%2590+%25D7%25A9%25D7%259D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282235962925202494.post-7692772877258015747</id><published>2010-05-24T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:17:58.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Or Paper?</title><content type='html'>Screen and keyboard or paper and pen? notebook or computer? what do you prefer? I havn't decided yet, so let's see the preferences and the disadvantages, and decide together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, while we are writing on the computer, the surroundings which we are working on is more similar to the working surroundings in our home. It's always nicer to work with a feeling of home. Moreover, the sitting in front of the computer little bit bridges on the technologic rift between the equipment in the school and the equipment in the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are people who doesn't work so well with the computer, they type very slowly and it is very hard for them to type a composition in short time. Furthermore, sometimes there may be some technical obstacles untill the perfect essay: the computer can collapse, electrical blackout may happen and maybe the pupil just forgot to press on "save".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think that writing on a blog is a bit better than writing on a paper due to the things I have said above but choose what is the most comfortable for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-7692772877258015747?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/7692772877258015747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-or-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/7692772877258015747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/7692772877258015747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-or-paper.html' title='Blog Or Paper?'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-5044925185940640982</id><published>2010-05-24T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:05:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>How many times you find yourself without time to breathe because you have a lot of homework? maybe this load isn't necessery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that teachers give too much homework for two reasons: first, quantity isn't worth to quality. If the teachers will ask the students, they will be answered that 10 exercises do the same job as 20 exercises and more. That means that the load can be lowered but the teachers will still get the same result Second the pupils are still teenagers and they have a lot of things in their world apart from homework like friends, family and hobbies and it's really hars to develop this fields, which aren't less important from homework, when we have so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, we all know the importance of the homework, and their essentaility to our success. But seriously teachers, give us less, nothing bad will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-5044925185940640982?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/5044925185940640982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/05/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/5044925185940640982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/5044925185940640982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/05/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-8795610507137583628</id><published>2010-03-08T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:40:24.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The connection between my health and my feelings.</title><content type='html'>I think that there is a connection between health and feelings. From my experiment everytime that I felt bad I suffered from problems in my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, before I do a test I feel very nervous which is followd by strong stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is when I depreesed, I feel weakness. I'm tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more example is when I argue with someone which is important to me I feel sad and it makes my heart beating quicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is when I'm really angry about someone it also makes my heart beating quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these examples I'm sure that there is a connection between my health and my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-8795610507137583628?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/8795610507137583628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/03/connection-between-my-health-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8795610507137583628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/8795610507137583628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/03/connection-between-my-health-and-my.html' title='The connection between my health and my feelings.'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-3117903001038592969</id><published>2010-02-01T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:20:41.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry!</title><content type='html'>The thing that makes me angry the most is nuisances people.&lt;br /&gt;For example I hate when my parents tell me the same thing thousand times. I mean, Why are they do this at all? they think that I don't hear it at the first time but I hear it and do it later, but no they want it now!&lt;br /&gt;One more example is when my sister and my brother start annoying me. They get into my room and talking and talking until I can't take it anymore. But I found a solution. At first I ask them calmly to go out. If it doesn't work I call my mom. On 99% it works but if even that doesn't work I fabricate a scary story, and after that they always go out! (I don't so cruel, after they getting out I'm telling them that it was a lie. Hahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Another example is when I'm talking and someome gets into my things. It makes me forget the thing that I wanted to say. After this is being said the angriest sentence at world: "if you forgot what you wanted to say it's a sign that it wasn't important". This sentence kills me because I know that it was important and because of that I want so much to say it but I can't remember it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are much more things that makes me angry but these were the best.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-3117903001038592969?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/3117903001038592969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/02/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3117903001038592969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3117903001038592969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/02/angry.html' title='Angry!'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-3945065373827365192</id><published>2010-01-18T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:29:47.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanik</title><content type='html'>I want to recommend you about an amazing movie - Titanik. I saw the movie first time a year ago and all the movie I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is arround 1912 when at the first scene we see Jack Dawson and his friend Fabrizio De Rossi trying to get a ticket to a departure on the Titanik ship. In that period the Titanik ship is the most magnificent ship at world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and his friend finally win the ticket on a Poker game and they go on the ship to the third class department while in the aristocracy department Rose, her mother and her fiance are already there. Seemingly we can think that Rose is the happiest woman at world because she is going marry to someone she loves and she is rich, but the truth is that Rose is misrable and she doesn't love her fiance. She is with him only because of his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose tries to kill herself and Jack saves her life. They get friendly relationship and soon fall in love. Rose's mother is against their relationship because Jack is poor and from the third class. When the ship bumps into an iceberg they try to get on a lifeboat. They discover that there are no more lifeboats so they decide to wait until the ship will sink. Rose and Jack fall into the ocean but only Rose stays alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend on this movie because it's the most exciting movie that I saw and because I don't have enough words to describe what I felt when I saw him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-3945065373827365192?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/3945065373827365192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/01/titanik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3945065373827365192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3945065373827365192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/01/titanik.html' title='Titanik'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-4567188013751710356</id><published>2010-01-04T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:33:48.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purim</title><content type='html'>Dear Shir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it happened last year but only now I remember that I didn't tell you about it. Well, last year we had a costumes party at the Chebrolet club. I costumed with my friend to siamese twins so I couldn't come like this to the party. Finally nobody came costumed. I thought that there won't be more than 100 teens, but we were like 200! The DJ was awesome, and everybody had danced like it was the last day of their life. After it Costume contest was held, but no one of us had won. We continued dancing crazily. On 23:00 they gave us pizzas and on midnight we were so tired that we got home back. I almost couldn't make over to pyjamas but at the morning, I woke up with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we will meet soon, because I have so much photos to show you from that night.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-4567188013751710356?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/4567188013751710356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/01/purim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/4567188013751710356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/4567188013751710356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2010/01/purim.html' title='Purim'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-2268741698040517590</id><published>2009-12-21T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:39:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Funny Experience In School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever spilled coffee on your teacher? that's exactly what happend to me 4 years ago and let me tell you that it was really negative experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the 6th grade I had a teacher called Pnina. It was the last day of school year and everybody was very happy. Because of the big excitement there was an extreme mess but it didn't interest the teacher. The part of the certificates began and still nobody sat down. The teacher didn't have any choice so she started giving us the report cards. She called my name and I walked towards her but she started to shout and shout and I didn't know what happened so I leaned against her table. By the way there was a cup of coffee on this table. I think that I moved my hand and the coffee spilled on the tablecloth, on the floor and the worst: on my teacher's legs. And she had sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-2268741698040517590?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/2268741698040517590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-funny-experience-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2268741698040517590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2268741698040517590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-funny-experience-in-school.html' title='The Most Funny Experience In School'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-4504716144473943968</id><published>2009-11-30T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:39:11.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invention That Changed our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are thousands of invetions that have changed our lives in many fields. I have chosen one invention whice is an inseparable part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the invention that has changed our lives the most is the Cellphone for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is that people can communicate with other people from far places, by that people can keep in touch with their family or their friends who live abroad.&lt;br /&gt;The second one is that the cellphone is small and compactic so you can take it everywhere you go. By that people don't have to wait at home for a phone call or to make a call.&lt;br /&gt;The third one is that in the newest cellphones we can find many functions like camera in a good quality, a music player, a mail, an internet and even games if someone is bored.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you think that the cellphone has changed our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-4504716144473943968?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/4504716144473943968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/invention-that-changed-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/4504716144473943968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/4504716144473943968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/invention-that-changed-our-life.html' title='The Invention That Changed our Life'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-3698691914205067063</id><published>2009-11-16T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:36:47.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to a friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Shir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you from Holland. This is my last day here and I don't want to get back. I did so many things here in this week so read all about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our first day here we went to an amazing amusement park. There was a roller coaster and there were some cameras placed on the raliway and at the end of the track the pictures have been published in a way that everyone could see us. That was extremely embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Anna Frank's house. We saw the hiding place at the attic and we read some parts from her diary. We heard her life story and how she died. That was very traumatic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we sailed in a ship on a river in Amsterdam. The sailor told us a lot of stories about Holland's history and he showed us the special Holland shoes. That was truly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to finish, we are in a hurry to get to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;I will see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-3698691914205067063?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/3698691914205067063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3698691914205067063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/3698691914205067063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-friend.html' title='A letter to a friend'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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-7282235962925202494.post-2138196656031040376</id><published>2009-11-01T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:36:05.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit about my self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm Liri, and that's my first blog so before we start you should know some things about me. I like to do many things, like playing computer games, watching tv and dancing. My favorite food is schnitzel and spaghetti and I know it sounds unusual but I hate ice - cream. I really like dogs and I wish I had one but now it's impossible. That's everything for now so wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bye! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282235962925202494-2138196656031040376?l=lirir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/feeds/2138196656031040376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/bit-about-my-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2138196656031040376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282235962925202494/posts/default/2138196656031040376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirir.blogspot.com/2009/11/bit-about-my-self.html' title='A bit about my self'/><author><name>Liri R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03007044287947304711</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>
