There’s a lovely little lady called Tear who would shy away from all joy of life and while away her days crying…
Laughter, a lady as lovely and little, on the other hand would steer clear of Tear’s tears but indulge herself in cheerfulness and smiles…
One day, the two ran into each other…
Tear: Tell me, why are you always on top of the world, while I’m forever by myself flooded in sorrow…?
What was the answer?
Who knows?
No one knows… except… EC
How do you often laugh?
Do you chuckle, or smile, or sneer, or giggle?
And how do you often cry?
Weep, or sob, or howl, or roar up wildly like a big-mouthed baby?
But what are tears for anyway?
Life is a sea of sorrow, as some people claim, but pouring droplets from the eyes into the ocean just doesn’t seem to get you anywhere!!!
So, even at the end of the world, keep the smile on!
Join EC, lift your chin up!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
English Speaking Club - Laughters And Tears - December 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The First EC Speaking Event 2009
IT’S ROUND THE CORNER!!!
Looking for a place to fill your weekend with excitement and a chance to put all your English to good work …
Finding yourself afoot at a 4-floor building where breezes, cold drinks and a friendly atmosphere do truly push your button…
Engaging in the heated discussion with REAL FOREIGN TOURISTS yearning to learn the Vietnamese culture…
This Sunday, October 18, 2009, 4:30pm to 7:00pm.
FIRST EC MEETING. Joint operation with ZOOBA English Club at
28/4 Do Quang Dau, Ward Pham Ngu Lao, District 1.
Topic: LANGUAGES IN
Are you proud of your native tongue?
Our Standing Members this Year !
♥ Group Graphics_ Leader: Nguyễn Đăng Quang
Email: quangnd159[at]gmail[dot]com _ Tel: 01689987945
1/ Ngô Bích Ngọc_1A
2/ Đào Lê Thanh Thúy_1TMA
♥ Group Speaking_ Leader: Nguyễn Anh Minh
Email: minh_ec90[at]yahoo[dot]com _ Tel: 01213312583
1/ Nguyễn Thị Thanh Thảo_1A
2/ Lại Thụy Ngọc Huyền_1C
3/ Bùi Quốc Nhật Phương_1TMB
4/ Bùi Dương Phương Thảo_1B
5/ Nguyễn Trương Kim Khánh_1C
6/ Tạ Thị Thanh Huyền_1B
7/ Nguyễn Đình Minh Sang_1BPD
8/ Đào Lê Thanh Thúy_1TMA
9/ Nguyễn Thị Trúc Phương_1C
10/ Ngô Thụy Phương Quỳnh_1TMB
♥ Group Writing_ Leader: Bùi Đức Tiến
Email: ladykiller5003[at]yahoo[dot]com _ Tel: 01689962446
1/ Mai Nhật Tân_1B
2/ Nguyễn Trương Kim Khánh_1C
3/ Phạm Hưng Thịnh_1BPD
4/ Nguyễn Dương Hoàng Minh_1A
5/ Huỳnh Ngô Minh Tâm_1A
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
EC Collection !!!
Bạn đang chờ đợi điều gì trong mùa hè này?
Phần tiếp theo của bộ phim Harry Potter đình đám?
Một chuyến du lịch Vũng Tàu với bạn bè và gia đình?
Album của một thần tượng âm nhạc mà bạn chờ đợi từ lâu?
Phần tiếp theo của bộ phim Harry Potter đình đám?
Một chuyến du lịch Vũng Tàu với bạn bè và gia đình?
Album của một thần tượng âm nhạc mà bạn chờ đợi từ lâu?
Hãy để chúng tớ thêm một lựa chọn hấp dẫn nữa vào danh sách của bạn:
EC Collection
EC Collection
Chắc hẳn bạn sẽ tự hỏi "EC Collection là gì nhỉ"?
EC Collection có thể coi là một cuốn tạp chí tiếng Anh tập trung mọi đề tài về tình bạn, tình yêu, trường lớp, gia đình hay học tập vv...vv với nhiều hình thức như truyện tranh, thơ, truyện ngắn, thậm chí là quảng cáo vv...vv ^^
Nếu yêu thích tiếng Anh và là sinh viên đang học tập tại trường SP, tại sao bạn không thử gửi những tác phẩm do chính bạn sáng tác hoặc sưu tầm được đến cho bọn tớ qua email ec_up@yahoo.com, và đừng quên nếu là bài sưu tầm được thì bạn phải ghi rõ nguồn nhé! ^^
Hạn chót nhận bài là 20-7-2009, mọi thắc mắc liên hệ số đt 0937450793 hoặc email ec_up@yahoo.com hoặc blog ec-up.blogspot.com
Viết bài thật hay - Nhận ngay nhuận bút! ^^
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
EC Collection !!!
What are you waiting for this summer ?
- the sequel in Harry Potter film series?
- a trip to Vung Tau with your classmates?
- a long-expected album of your favorite singer?
- a trip to Vung Tau with your classmates?
- a long-expected album of your favorite singer?
Let me add one more to your list : EC Collection
Yeah, you heard me right! EC Collection will be a miscellany that includes English writing of all types.
From now on, you can send us any piece of writing that is either your own work or what you have collected. This activity is open to all students in University of Education.
So, whatever department you are from, get your work published, get you royalties!
Deadline: July 4th 2009
ps: Send your work to the email of EC:
ec_up@yahoo.com
ec_up@yahoo.com
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
EngSpeakingClub - Superstition !!!
"-Who are you two?
-We are the Death Eaters. We’ll guard you till the Death lord comes.
- Death Lord? What do you mean? I, I….
-Right! You’ll die tomorrow. Because you have…."
-We are the Death Eaters. We’ll guard you till the Death lord comes.
- Death Lord? What do you mean? I, I….
-Right! You’ll die tomorrow. Because you have…."
Don’t be mistaken. This scenario is not taken from the well-known Harry Potter but from our upcoming meeting’s clip, which is promisingly a stunning gift for you
This meeting will follow an unprecedented procedure. Hopefully, you'll engage yourself in our story and find out more about SUPERSTITIONS around the world.
Do you know that in Russian superstition, any latecomer will have to drink a full glass of vodka at one go
Hence, don’t be late, otherwise, prepare yourself for a bucket of water You can’t get away with it! 
REMEMBER,
SAVE THE BEST FOR FIRST,
SAVE THE BEST FOR YOU.
SAVE THE BEST FOR FIRST,
SAVE THE BEST FOR YOU.
15:00
E1, FRIDAY APRIL 24TH, 2009
E1, FRIDAY APRIL 24TH, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
EC Writing Contest 2009 - Result !
Once again, please let us send you our apology for our tardiness 
And now, we're really honor to announce that below are competitors whose essays received the best comments from our choosy judge, Mr. Vo Phan Nghiem:
Your rewards will soon be delivered and we hope you will find them useful for your further study 
Thanks for your participation and we expect to receive your constant support in the future
And below is the essay that won our 1st prize
Let's read it and raise your own opinion ^^
I woke up today in broad daylight. Still dozing with drowsiness, I in an ungainly fashion groped my way out of the left-hand side of my bed down a wooden flight of steps into the usually busy bathroom shared by a 6-person household. But this morning, as the sun was already beating down from atop, it was seemingly reserved exclusively for me. I tapped some water onto my terrible-looking face which signified how vigourous I was at last night’s party.
Hardly had I walked out of the bathroom when all of a sudden mom cast an angry glaze at me, ordering me to do the dishes for her. And I did so without oral grievance. While I was reluctantly washing those filthy plates and pots, a startling number flashed out of the corner of my right eye. It was the “March 8 09” that jumped off my watch.
“oh, dear”, I whispered to myself, “I am a bad boy…”.
And I went on with the dishes, but with genuine willingness, for I had to lift some fingers at least on a rare basis. The first job was done. I then offered to mop the floor and also to wash the clothes, but not the cooking. I can’t fry an egg to save my life. However, I decided to settle down and watch mom prepare lunch. And the closer the look, the clearer the memories…
And that was also the time when I did the most traveling. I can still perfectly draw the rosy picture of mom and me together in the zoo. That was the very first time I had landed a chance to look face-to-face at a genuine elephant. I measured up only to its knee. She had to lift me up so that I could touch the huge long nose. Saying good-bye to the elephant, mom showed me round the caged bears, the dethroned lions, and the captivated eagles. It was a biggest whale of time. And before long we were already at the mini-car racing site. I appeared to have been born with a knack for driving, for I steered and swerved and yelled pretty well. Mom was put through the mill chasing behind, pushing the car so that the speed should not plump to zero. It had no engine in deed.
A month after this fascinating experience, my family went on an unforgettable trip the beach. Like the previous event, this one was my first taste of the ocean. After a 2-hour bus journey, we stopped over at a cheap hotel along coast. And presently afterward we were all standing on the sandy beach on our own feet. Again, mom chased me around. We splashed the salty water all over. We confronted the tremendous waves. We shared a big black rubber float. We built vulnerable sandcastles. Mom dug a big hole into which I buried my body up to the neck. That was really cool, though it was actually really cold. Dead on our feet, we went back to the beach bends and tucked into our lunch, gobbling make-the-mouth-water sandwiches and quenching our thirst with huge cans of coke. The sun was merciless in such areas. But the beach left an excellent taste in my mouth.
With the flying time, it came to pass that I entered high-school. During these 7 seven years of donkey’s work, it must have been the luck of God’s draw that I was born to such a “Prudential” mother. Throughout this phase, I was under tremendous pressure from school work. There were about 9 subjects to go for. There was hardly a moment to idle around. Tuning deeply in my predicament, mom never asked me to put the book down in the name of housework harassment. There was no washing up, no tidying up, no dishing, and no cooking. I was a pampered puppy.
While I was at school, mom went to the market. When break-time came, she was busy in the kitchen. When I was on the home straight, she was tidying up the kitchen. Back home, I would fling my bag onto my bed, do a quick freshening, and trot out for a hearty lunch. Then I would proceed to my room, taking a 90-minute nap, recharging my batteries in bracing for a new afternoon.
It was only at mid-day that mom took a rest. She would sleep for a while, then get up and watch some TV. I would wake up at almost the same time and begin to play the piano. My mother would bear all the noise a made with great fortitude, for this upright Kimball piano spoke louder than a whole church. And for the rest of the afternoon I would simply read books, solve math exercises, and write essays at times. It was a time of chore-wise leisure.
In the evening, mom would love to do the gardening. It was a big garden which, thanks to my mom’s intense care, housed blooming colourful flowers and lush fruitful trees. She could do something different, but never interrupted my flow of thoughts. Before bedtime, she would prepare the sleeping nets and wait for me to drift into sleep before turning off the lights and putting her own body and mind at rest. She was worth her weight in gold.
“Nothing. I just don’t know what to do.”, I replied.
“well, why don’t you go to the market and buy me some onions?”
“Sure, I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
And I rushed out on my bike, heading toward the crowded marketplace in absolute eagerness.
Before the actual event, I hadn’t actually known anything about the city: life, traffic, people, food, and most to the point, the way to get there. I was in comparison to some friends of mine a little bit maladjusted. And so one month in advance, mom caught a 52-seat bus to the examination zone and found me a nice quiet little flat right on the spot. Some friends failed due to inconvenience of travel, low standard of housing, and ill quality of food. I luckily had such a caring package tour guide that I stepped into the room with absolute peace of mind. And I passed the test.
Afterward another question arose: why would I be dwelling four the next 4 years? And mom found the way, for she had the will. Another one month before the school congregation, my mother caught another 52-seat bus to my university surrounding area and scoured all paths for a suitable flat. Daddy insisted on me sharing the flat with some other guys somewhere pretty faraway, but mom put her foot down and stuck to her ground, asserting that I should be staying all by myself in a suitable flat. And she laid her fingers on one. The room is so lovely that I could have been knocked down with a feather on setting my eyes on its innards. I have a free bed, a free wardrobe, and a complementary work surface on which to do the cooking. I’ve brought my Pentium III PC up here, and also my electric keyboard. It is a real home away from home. A room of my own with all facilities in the heart of the biggest city in the country: I am now under optimally conducive environment which will undeniably boost my progress and gear me up with adequate social skills.
The room itself is no cheap. In fact, it costs 1 100 000 VND a month, exclusive of electricity and water and food and the internet bills. I cost my dad two arms and a leg. But he hasn’t really known about this. My mother simply wants me to be at my best. And with my interests at heart, she will never get cold feet in earmarking all her nest-egg, and keeping my dad in the dark.
Now that I have lived in this 12-meter-square room for 5 months, I realize how much I have taken for granted. In late December 2008, as a celebration of my birthday, I went with my mother to the zoo. Normally I would throw a huge party and would be out on the town with my friends. But this time, my teacher burst into laughter as she heard me saying: I went to the zoo with my mother on my birthday. She was right at one point, that it was a bit abnormal. But the day turned out to be a red-letter day.
I was in seventh heaven when I for the second time of my life walked into the zoo with my mother in tow. We visited the elephants, took a few photos, and then went back to my flat to devour the creamy cake snapped from the Tax Mall. It was heart-warming more than ever. My birthday: no old friends gave me a decent phone call; no new friends sent me a good SMS; no ex-girlfriends who have become intimate friends sent me a carefully wrapped little paper box. Only my mother was there. And at the end of the day, I knew my tears were a bit late.
And I rushed into the kitchen, and locked her in my loving embrace, and the room was filled with the unmistakable scent of red roses.
Bùi Đức Tiến – 1A08
And now, we're really honor to announce that below are competitors whose essays received the best comments from our choosy judge, Mr. Vo Phan Nghiem:
1st:
Bùi Đức Tiến - 1A08
2nd:
Nguyễn Lê Thùy Dương - 3B06
3rd:
Lê Thị Bích Trâm - 2C07
and
Nguyễn Minh Trang - 1TMA08
Congratulations Bùi Đức Tiến - 1A08
2nd:
Nguyễn Lê Thùy Dương - 3B06
3rd:
Lê Thị Bích Trâm - 2C07
and
Nguyễn Minh Trang - 1TMA08
Your rewards will soon be delivered and we hope you will find them useful for your further study Thanks for your participation and we expect to receive your constant support in the future
And below is the essay that won our 1st prize
Let's read it and raise your own opinion ^^“HERE ARE YOUR ONIONS!”
I woke up today in broad daylight. Still dozing with drowsiness, I in an ungainly fashion groped my way out of the left-hand side of my bed down a wooden flight of steps into the usually busy bathroom shared by a 6-person household. But this morning, as the sun was already beating down from atop, it was seemingly reserved exclusively for me. I tapped some water onto my terrible-looking face which signified how vigourous I was at last night’s party.
Hardly had I walked out of the bathroom when all of a sudden mom cast an angry glaze at me, ordering me to do the dishes for her. And I did so without oral grievance. While I was reluctantly washing those filthy plates and pots, a startling number flashed out of the corner of my right eye. It was the “March 8 09” that jumped off my watch.
“oh, dear”, I whispered to myself, “I am a bad boy…”.
And I went on with the dishes, but with genuine willingness, for I had to lift some fingers at least on a rare basis. The first job was done. I then offered to mop the floor and also to wash the clothes, but not the cooking. I can’t fry an egg to save my life. However, I decided to settle down and watch mom prepare lunch. And the closer the look, the clearer the memories…
***
When I was just a little kid at the age of 6 or 7, I used to be carried downstairs half-asleep in my mom’s arms. I was known to most friends and family members as a boy of absolute laziness and hopelessness. And that was true at certain points. Though an elementary school pupil already, I still was not capable of picking at my own food. It was mom who had to patiently put one spoonful after another into my uneasy-going gigantic mouth. I supposed I was at that time a real pain in the neck, as I would keep fleeing my meals and it took ages for me to consume a tiny portion of dinner. Apart from this, I was also bathed by my mother. Though sensible enough to manipulate the water tap in a satisfactory manner, I wasn’t by any means given authority over the cleansing of my own body. In fact, mom insisted that she would do the job better.And that was also the time when I did the most traveling. I can still perfectly draw the rosy picture of mom and me together in the zoo. That was the very first time I had landed a chance to look face-to-face at a genuine elephant. I measured up only to its knee. She had to lift me up so that I could touch the huge long nose. Saying good-bye to the elephant, mom showed me round the caged bears, the dethroned lions, and the captivated eagles. It was a biggest whale of time. And before long we were already at the mini-car racing site. I appeared to have been born with a knack for driving, for I steered and swerved and yelled pretty well. Mom was put through the mill chasing behind, pushing the car so that the speed should not plump to zero. It had no engine in deed.
A month after this fascinating experience, my family went on an unforgettable trip the beach. Like the previous event, this one was my first taste of the ocean. After a 2-hour bus journey, we stopped over at a cheap hotel along coast. And presently afterward we were all standing on the sandy beach on our own feet. Again, mom chased me around. We splashed the salty water all over. We confronted the tremendous waves. We shared a big black rubber float. We built vulnerable sandcastles. Mom dug a big hole into which I buried my body up to the neck. That was really cool, though it was actually really cold. Dead on our feet, we went back to the beach bends and tucked into our lunch, gobbling make-the-mouth-water sandwiches and quenching our thirst with huge cans of coke. The sun was merciless in such areas. But the beach left an excellent taste in my mouth.
With the flying time, it came to pass that I entered high-school. During these 7 seven years of donkey’s work, it must have been the luck of God’s draw that I was born to such a “Prudential” mother. Throughout this phase, I was under tremendous pressure from school work. There were about 9 subjects to go for. There was hardly a moment to idle around. Tuning deeply in my predicament, mom never asked me to put the book down in the name of housework harassment. There was no washing up, no tidying up, no dishing, and no cooking. I was a pampered puppy.
While I was at school, mom went to the market. When break-time came, she was busy in the kitchen. When I was on the home straight, she was tidying up the kitchen. Back home, I would fling my bag onto my bed, do a quick freshening, and trot out for a hearty lunch. Then I would proceed to my room, taking a 90-minute nap, recharging my batteries in bracing for a new afternoon.
It was only at mid-day that mom took a rest. She would sleep for a while, then get up and watch some TV. I would wake up at almost the same time and begin to play the piano. My mother would bear all the noise a made with great fortitude, for this upright Kimball piano spoke louder than a whole church. And for the rest of the afternoon I would simply read books, solve math exercises, and write essays at times. It was a time of chore-wise leisure.
In the evening, mom would love to do the gardening. It was a big garden which, thanks to my mom’s intense care, housed blooming colourful flowers and lush fruitful trees. She could do something different, but never interrupted my flow of thoughts. Before bedtime, she would prepare the sleeping nets and wait for me to drift into sleep before turning off the lights and putting her own body and mind at rest. She was worth her weight in gold.
***
“What are you looking at?”, mom queried.“Nothing. I just don’t know what to do.”, I replied.
“well, why don’t you go to the market and buy me some onions?”
“Sure, I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
And I rushed out on my bike, heading toward the crowded marketplace in absolute eagerness.
***
Back to the torrents of the old days, I remember when I first set foot in HCM city to sit the university entrance examination. It might sound a crying shame, but I could never have made my way into my new school had mom not been by my side.Before the actual event, I hadn’t actually known anything about the city: life, traffic, people, food, and most to the point, the way to get there. I was in comparison to some friends of mine a little bit maladjusted. And so one month in advance, mom caught a 52-seat bus to the examination zone and found me a nice quiet little flat right on the spot. Some friends failed due to inconvenience of travel, low standard of housing, and ill quality of food. I luckily had such a caring package tour guide that I stepped into the room with absolute peace of mind. And I passed the test.
Afterward another question arose: why would I be dwelling four the next 4 years? And mom found the way, for she had the will. Another one month before the school congregation, my mother caught another 52-seat bus to my university surrounding area and scoured all paths for a suitable flat. Daddy insisted on me sharing the flat with some other guys somewhere pretty faraway, but mom put her foot down and stuck to her ground, asserting that I should be staying all by myself in a suitable flat. And she laid her fingers on one. The room is so lovely that I could have been knocked down with a feather on setting my eyes on its innards. I have a free bed, a free wardrobe, and a complementary work surface on which to do the cooking. I’ve brought my Pentium III PC up here, and also my electric keyboard. It is a real home away from home. A room of my own with all facilities in the heart of the biggest city in the country: I am now under optimally conducive environment which will undeniably boost my progress and gear me up with adequate social skills.
The room itself is no cheap. In fact, it costs 1 100 000 VND a month, exclusive of electricity and water and food and the internet bills. I cost my dad two arms and a leg. But he hasn’t really known about this. My mother simply wants me to be at my best. And with my interests at heart, she will never get cold feet in earmarking all her nest-egg, and keeping my dad in the dark.
Now that I have lived in this 12-meter-square room for 5 months, I realize how much I have taken for granted. In late December 2008, as a celebration of my birthday, I went with my mother to the zoo. Normally I would throw a huge party and would be out on the town with my friends. But this time, my teacher burst into laughter as she heard me saying: I went to the zoo with my mother on my birthday. She was right at one point, that it was a bit abnormal. But the day turned out to be a red-letter day.
I was in seventh heaven when I for the second time of my life walked into the zoo with my mother in tow. We visited the elephants, took a few photos, and then went back to my flat to devour the creamy cake snapped from the Tax Mall. It was heart-warming more than ever. My birthday: no old friends gave me a decent phone call; no new friends sent me a good SMS; no ex-girlfriends who have become intimate friends sent me a carefully wrapped little paper box. Only my mother was there. And at the end of the day, I knew my tears were a bit late.
***
“Here are your onions, mom!!!”, I cried out.And I rushed into the kitchen, and locked her in my loving embrace, and the room was filled with the unmistakable scent of red roses.
Bùi Đức Tiến – 1A08
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Entry for March 13, 2009
Up till now, we have received submissions from :
1. Tran Dang Thai - 3CQLA06
2. Bui Thai Que Minh - 2C07
3. Le Thi Bich Tram - 2C07
4. Nguyen Minh Trang - 1TMA08
5. Vu Hoang Anh - 1A08
6. Nguyen Dang Quang - 1C08
7. Nguyen Nhac Quynh Nhu
8. vnaudong [ Please send us your profile ]
9. Bui Duc Tien - 1A08
10. Nguyen Phi Hung - 1A08
11. Nguyen Le Thuy Duong - 3B06
12. Nguyen Thi Thanh Lan - 3B06
And because there is a rumor that yahoo mail may be inactivated tomorrow, we have decided to postpone the deadline til Monday, March. 16th, 2009. If you haven't sent us your submission yet, be quick !!! ^^
1. Tran Dang Thai - 3CQLA06
2. Bui Thai Que Minh - 2C07
3. Le Thi Bich Tram - 2C07
4. Nguyen Minh Trang - 1TMA08
5. Vu Hoang Anh - 1A08
6. Nguyen Dang Quang - 1C08
7. Nguyen Nhac Quynh Nhu
8. vnaudong [ Please send us your profile ]
9. Bui Duc Tien - 1A08
10. Nguyen Phi Hung - 1A08
11. Nguyen Le Thuy Duong - 3B06
12. Nguyen Thi Thanh Lan - 3B06
And because there is a rumor that yahoo mail may be inactivated tomorrow, we have decided to postpone the deadline til Monday, March. 16th, 2009. If you haven't sent us your submission yet, be quick !!! ^^
Monday, March 2, 2009
An email from a friend :)
Dear EC ;
I happened to see the announcement on EC's Blog about the writing on the Women's day. I find this interesting and profound. Though I'm not good at writing, I'm so eager to take part in this meaningful event.
Firstly, I'd like to thank you and all of our members who ceaselessly contribute to the development of any campaign and event in our English department. And, I really appreciate you for your non-stop contribution to many events in our club.
Next, I'd like to wish upon a much more attractive events in our department in near future. The more students attend, the more exciting and successful our events will be. But remember not to overwork because playing is a part of our other roles!
Well, to the point, I don't hope my Writing to win any prize above, but, it's more of a participation. I'd like our event to be attended fully, and that's also my feelings I hide deep inside, which may never be showed before my mother... I also hope them to be shared with other students', the good sons and daughters' feelings towards our mother, in our family these days ...
I happened to see the announcement on EC's Blog about the writing on the Women's day. I find this interesting and profound. Though I'm not good at writing, I'm so eager to take part in this meaningful event.
Firstly, I'd like to thank you and all of our members who ceaselessly contribute to the development of any campaign and event in our English department. And, I really appreciate you for your non-stop contribution to many events in our club.
Next, I'd like to wish upon a much more attractive events in our department in near future. The more students attend, the more exciting and successful our events will be. But remember not to overwork because playing is a part of our other roles!
Well, to the point, I don't hope my Writing to win any prize above, but, it's more of a participation. I'd like our event to be attended fully, and that's also my feelings I hide deep inside, which may never be showed before my mother... I also hope them to be shared with other students', the good sons and daughters' feelings towards our mother, in our family these days ...
THANK YOU AND WISH THE EVENT BE FULLY ATTENDED !
.Trandangthai.
Friday, February 27, 2009
EC Writing Contest 2009 - Women's Day
1. Which number will be next in the sequence?
14 304 15 16 29 2011 2512 11 142 ?
2. Take a brief look through these three situations.
a. A man steps into a flower shop and orders a bunch of roses sent to his wife.
b. A schoolboy gingerly puts a rose on his form teacher’s desk.
c. A little girl, back from school, immediately rushes to the kitchen, hugs her mom and gives her a rose.
-> What date is it?
3. Which letter will be next in this sequence?
Y A D S N E M O ?
Did you find out the answers? If yes, are they 83 for the first one, 8/3 for the second and W for Women’s day for the last?
BINGO! That’s right. WOMEN’S DAY is coming. Have you had anything surprises in store for your dear " Lady " ?
We are holding a WRITING CONTEST about this special day. And guess what, that will be a brilliant idea if you come home on that day and show your Mom your own piece of writing about her. She must be on cloud nine!
* Write anything [ in English ], prose or poem, to express your feelings about someone special to you, or about any memory that you had on Women’s day.
* Keep your writing no more than 1500 words.
* Hand in your work by sending email to ec_up@yahoo.com or contacting 0937450793 before March 15th, 2009.
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2. Take a brief look through these three situations.
a. A man steps into a flower shop and orders a bunch of roses sent to his wife.
b. A schoolboy gingerly puts a rose on his form teacher’s desk.
c. A little girl, back from school, immediately rushes to the kitchen, hugs her mom and gives her a rose.
-> What date is it?
3. Which letter will be next in this sequence?
Y A D S N E M O ?
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Did you find out the answers? If yes, are they 83 for the first one, 8/3 for the second and W for Women’s day for the last?
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BINGO! That’s right. WOMEN’S DAY is coming. Have you had anything surprises in store for your dear " Lady " ?
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We are holding a WRITING CONTEST about this special day. And guess what, that will be a brilliant idea if you come home on that day and show your Mom your own piece of writing about her. She must be on cloud nine!
*~ Want to participate? Nothing can be easier! Just:
* Write anything [ in English ], prose or poem, to express your feelings about someone special to you, or about any memory that you had on Women’s day.
* Keep your writing no more than 1500 words.
* Hand in your work by sending email to ec_up@yahoo.com or contacting 0937450793 before March 15th, 2009.
Join us and see whether you can conquer our choosy referee:
Mr. Vo Phan Nghiem >.^
Mr. Vo Phan Nghiem >.^
PRIZE
♥ 1st prize: Oxford Collocations ♥
♥ 2nd prize: Oxford Wordpower ♥
♥ 3rd prize: Oxford Learner's Pocket Dictionary ♥
♥ 2nd prize: Oxford Wordpower ♥
♥ 3rd prize: Oxford Learner's Pocket Dictionary ♥
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Answer Keys for " All out of Love "
We are really sorry for our tardiness :"> Today you will have to wait no more for the answer keys of All out of Love - the small quiz we gave you on Feb. 13th, still remember ? :D
Group 1.
1. Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.
2. If ever you thik of me out of the blue, just remember it's all the kisses I've blown in the air finally catching up with you.
3. Sincerity will definitely be reciprocated sooner rather than later.
4. Did your parents steal the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes ?
-> Group word: ROSE [ a symbol of Love ]
Group 2.
1. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
2. Love is blind.
3. If you live to be a hundred, I'd like to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I'll never have to live without you.
4. Have you ever really loved a woman? [ the name of a song ]
-> Group word: TIME [ love takes TIME ]
Group 3.
1. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
2. Follow your own heart.
3. When I met you, I wanted nothing more.
4. A little of what you fancy does you good.
-> Group word: BOND [ a feeling that joins two people together ]
Group 4.
1. Happiness is not found at the end of the ro0ad, it is experienced along the way.
2. "how long have we been together ?" is the question. "Not long enough" is the answer.
3. Love comes from mutual respect and understanding.
4. Have you ever watched a rose as it fades away; the color becomes deeper as the petals dry. That's how my love for you deepens as the days go by.
5. You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.
-> Group word: EQUAL [ the same in level ]
Group 5.
1. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
2. True love lasts a lifetime.
3. Treat your partner the way you want your partner to treat you.
4. The heart has its own reasons that the mind knows nothing of.
5. Judge people not by the size of their bank accounts but by the size of their hearts.
6. Your love is like a gentle summer breeze on a cold winter day.
7. Love me tender. [ the name of a song ]
-> Group word: ATTRACT [ = lure, tempt ]
Group 6.
1. I'm having sentimental tattoo done on my heart.
2. You're my everything. [ the name of a song ]
3. All is fair in love and war.
4. If you want the rainbow, you must first go through the rain.
-> Group word: TEAR [ water from the eyes ]
Group 7.
1. There are nine million bicycles in Beijing. That's a fact. It's the thing we cannot deny, like the fact that I will love you till I die.
2. Age does not protect you from love, but love protects you from age.
3. It's not true love; it's only a passing infatuation.
4. Every time your lips touch mine, I found one more reason to fall in love with you.
5. Life without love is like a harp without strings.
-> Group word: FAITH [ = belief ]
Group 8.
1. Let love lead the way. [ the name of a song ]
2. You're still the one. [ the name of a song ]
3. If I asked, would you say yes ?
4. Mr. Webster can never define what's been said between your heart and mine.
5. Love me little, love me long.
-> Group word: LOYAL [ = faithful ]
Group 9.
1. Have you ever got involved in love-hate relationship?
2. She had a huge crush on her teacher.
3. Wouldn't it be nice to say goodnight and stay together ?
4. I'm sure I fell in love with him before I even saw him.
5. Have you found your soul mate ?
6. Love is a flower that is made to bloom by two gardeners.
-> Group word: HONEST [ = sincere ]
Group 10.
1. Men fall in love with their eyes, and women fall in love with their ears.
2. What is meant to be will be.
3. When he left me, everything was gone except for our enduring memories.
4. Mary and Danny are too young to be in a serious relationship. It's just a case of puppy love.
5. Nothing's gonna change my love for you. [ the name of a song ]
6. Love will fade away with time.
7. I would rather die than live without you.
-> Group word: ETERNAL [ = everlasting ]
Key word: BETTER HALF [ = sweetheart ]
Were you able to find out the correct key word ? :D
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
EngSpeakingClub - Happy Valentine's Day
♥ Because of love, Romeo and Juliet could rise over the long-term feud between the two families.
♥ Owing to his burning love, stunning Jack risks his life to save his beloved Rose.
♥♥♥ Their love is , obviously, not far from a beautiful ballad. ♥♥♥
♥ Love that melts even the toughest heart in the world ♥
♥ Love that twists the world around its little finger ♥
And ……guess what? That is also mere love that prompts EC members to hold our next meeting on the so-called unlucky Friday- 13th ♥
Try your luck this time. Check it out and enjoy our special surprise, a unique present on Valentine’s Day! Bet it'll be cool !!! ♥
Remember our love destination:
♥ C407 ♥
FRIDAY - FEB. 13TH - 3:00 P.M.
♥ C407 ♥
FRIDAY - FEB. 13TH - 3:00 P.M.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Happy Lunar New Year !!!
A new year is definitely the origin of new inspirations and motivations. One more year elapsing, EC has been well-nurtured
Failures, we chalk them up to experience Success, we can't sit on the laurels * For the upcoming New Year, we wish you, all the members of the club, health and happiness Thank you for your unremitting dedication Together we will make our English Club better and better !
Thank you for your unremitting dedication Together we will make our English Club better and better ! * For the upcoming New Year, we wish you, who have always supported us, health and happiness Thank you for being by our side, we shall not let you down !
Thank you for being by our side, we shall not let you down ! * For the upcoming New Year, we wish you, who have never got a chance to join us, health and happiness. And … why don’t you check out our next meeting, which will certainly be a nice surprise?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Lots of love,
English Club
English Club
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