...The icy road made Ruse’s knees numb as she knelt, her palms on the ground, her head trying to contemplate the situation only to give up at last. If only she had something, just one thing to stand up for. She didn’t. She bowed down acknowledging her failure. Filled with hatred, the only thing she wanted was an end. An end to all that she ever stood for and an end to everything she ever felt. The cold turned the road to ice or was it ice itself? She could not answer. She felt as if she was in the last place she wanted to be. She felt as if she was home. She did not know for sure. She knew nothing. Her tears made her vision foggy. In the vague vision, she saw a little girl ice skiing. She was smiling. She felt that the innocent face had the conjuration that could not be found in the most beautiful place of the earth. She looked at her wondering where she had seen that little face. It did not belong there for sure. She tried to move. She tried calling out. All attempts failed. Her knees were numb and her throat had dried. The only sound that came was of the involuntary sobs, that came from her and yet they seemed to her as the sound that was beyond identification, yet it was not something she wanted the little girl to hear so she stayed still. She was afraid. She did not have a reason to be. She waited for the little girl to vanish; and till she waited, she could do nothing but stare at her. She could only imagine her jumping like a baby monkey hopping on a tree or throwing water...
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...skin, my stomach was growling and yet my bicycle refused to move faster. Getting back home was quite literally an uphill task as it was on top of a hill, sitting like a cream colored cherry on top of a green colored hill. The rain was not helping my quest to get back home in time for a nourishing dinner and a full night’s sleep, both of which had been recently denied to me due to the pressures of my new job. Avoiding the puddles formed in the potholes of the road, I made my way forward slowly but steadily. Thoughts of my father crept into my mind. His smile, his booming laughter, the fierce frown when someone, anyone, told him what to do were my most vivid memories. He had departed for his next life now; a tumor in his lungs made sure of that. Even though it had now been a year since his death, I still missed him. My mother had left me and my father when I was a mere 3-year old girl, impressionable and then, heart-broken. I have never trusted anyone completely ever since. I huffed and puffed up the hill and when I was close enough, I saw something which made my blood run cold. A streak of lightning. A fire. On the very top of the hill. I cycled like I had never cycled before. Memories of my father building the house swirled into my mind, too fast to separate. Panic seized my throat. I could not let it burn down. It was my only tangible connection to him. I felt my bicycle giving up. I got off, threw it to the side and ran like the very devil was at my feet...
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...someone said something shitty to you and then spent the rest of the day wondering why you reacted that way? Yes. 1:23 Have you ever seemed to lose your airplane ticket a thousand times as you walked from the check-in to the gate? Yes. 1:33 Have you ever put on a pair of pants and then much later realized that there was a loose sock smushed up against your thigh? (Laughter) Good. 1:44 Have you ever tried to guess someone else's password so many times that it locked their account? Mmm. 1:53 Have you ever had a nagging feeling that one day you will be discovered as a fraud? Yes, it's safe here. 2:04 Have you ever hoped that there was some ability you hadn't discovered yet that you were just naturally great at? Mmm. 2:14 Have you ever broken something in real life, and then found yourself looking for an "undo" button in real life? 2:24 Have you ever misplaced your TED badge and then immediately started imagining what a three-day Vancouver vacation might look like? 2:34 Have you ever marveled at how someone you thought was so ordinary could suddenly become so beautiful? 2:43 Have you ever stared at your phone smiling like an idiot while texting with someone? Have you ever subsequently texted that person the phrase "I'm staring at...
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...what,with the news traveling so slowly. the girl came back in then and climbed upto them. she crouched next to him and started to slowly pour water over his body from the bucket she had beerl carrying. dillquist sighed and looked at her. thank you she smilled,still pouring water dillquistfelt the warmth of her body next to him smelled her fresh sweat through the moist linene gown. it wasnt an unpleasant smell, not at all like the stale old sweat of an army tent at night but a sweet, almost promising scent. like the smell of a girl when you have sex wid her, dillquist thought. he was suddenly aware that his thoughts were showing under the thin cloth that covered his groin. he turned back to winther abruptly. so dont worry about dbeln, he continued. instead , we should be thinking about what are friend gray is worrying about. ah, winther said. gray is just a scared old man. no. 1 think he has a piont. you cant just start revolution. you need to have a plan as for who is to be in charge afterwards. do you want me to fetch another bucket? the girl asked, smiling. general dbeln did indeed have other things to worry about. he was of course, aware there were plans for a coup dtat in the capital. however, he was confident that there wouldnt come anything of it in the end. after all there had been rumors for months, but nothing had happened. also, the police were aware of the problem and would certainly keep their eyes open. so dbeln concentrated on...
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...nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "you are gonna really build some...
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...their "American Dream" is. Unfortunately, I do believe that societies overall dream is to be more "economically successful than previous generations in your family." My hope for current and future generation "American Dreamers" is they broaden their meaning of their dream and simplify it at the same time, giving it a one word definition, Happiness. I chose this word because I believe it to be universal through all cultures. It encompasses all the little things each one of us breaks Happiness into. Besides, having practiced being happy while trying to turn every negative moment that happens throughout the day into a positive. It is without a doubt easier to contiue smiling through the negatives to the next positive, than it is to smile, frown, smile,...
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...Myeongeun?” As soon as she heard his voice, she smiled. “Nothing - I just thought the rain droplets are pretty,” there’s a hint of wanting, begging, in her voice. Taehyung understood what she wanted immediately, and sighed. “You’re asking for the impossible, Myeongeun.” Her heart dropped a little as ‘impossible’ rolled off his tongue. She nod slowly, twice, and gazed at the park which seemed gloomy, as it was drenched. A sigh escaped her small, pouty lips. Taehyung heard her almost inaudible sigh and kissed her left shoulder a few times, trying to distract her from whatever she was thinking about at the moment. His arms circled her waist before bringing her body close to his. Her back touched his chest, the contact made Myeongeun smile a little. “Taehyung…” Taehyung simply put his chin on her shoulder. “Do you want pasta for dinner? I found a new recipe for the carbonara sauce, thought we could give it a try,” Myeongeun tilted her head and laid it over her fiancé’s. “Don’t you think it’s a little early for dinner, love?” She emitted a soft chuckle. He tensed for a second at ‘love’. He didn’t think he could ever get used to this nickname. Taehyung released his arms and stepped back. Myeongeun felt the warmth fading suddenly therefore she looked back. She had seen Taehyung’s eyes with this particular expression before, knowing what was happening, she looked down. “Sorry,” she muttered. “It’s not your fault,” Taehyung said, trying to sound reassuring, although...
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...that I could get a different experience from both, however the Friends of the Night People was the one that had the most impact on me. Walking in I honestly didnt know what to expect. The other volunteers were very friendly and I immediately felt like this was going to be a good night. They put me on drinks to serve. However, as the night started and people began to pour in for food, clothes, and some warm shelter I was flooded by alot of mixed emotions. I immediately felt a sense of reward for helping those in need. I felt like they needed all of us and it also gave me a flash of what the world is REALLY like out there. The only goal i had while i was there was to keep a smile on my face and try to make people feel welcome. Here were people who have nothing and yet come in with a smile on their face and so appreciative just for the littlest things. While I was serving drinks I tried not to be judgemental and open minded. There were some great moments and also some sad moments. There was a few times where my heart would just break for them. A woman came in beaten up and still smiling and thanking me for being there. Several people came through in worse shape than most and carried everything they owned in just one garbage bag. That was the hardest thing for me to watch. Then there were people that just made my day. Here I am more fortunate than most and people were thanking me, blessing me, and calling me a godsent for helping them. Those were the highlights...
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...Chapter 4 Case Incident 1 IS IT OKAY TO CRY AT WORK? I. Study/Analysis Study Questions: 1. What factors do you think make some organizations ineffective at managing emotions? Some factors that make some organizations ineffective at managing emotions could managers don’t understand psychology, or the organization does not offer programs such as anger management to employees. Emotions are strong feelings directed at someone or something (Organizational Behavior, page 98). Some managers do not have any experience handling employee’s emotions, or they may not know how to approach any issues dealing with emotions. Understanding emotions is important for organizations and managers to understand, because detecting emotions can lead to creating an effective environment. So I think organizations should offer employees a training session or show a video on how to manage emotions in the workplace, and to have guidelines on how to manage emotions in the organization. Handling emotions in the workplace will create a positive atmosphere, and will improve production in the organization. 2. Do you think the strategic use and display of emotions serve to protect employees, or does covering your true emotions at work lead to more problems than it solves? I think the use of strategic use and display of emotions serve to protect employees for a reason, and that even though you cover your true emotions in certain situations it’s best for the organization...
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...Drama Script Term 3, 2011 Draft A man is seen sitting at a table with his left hand in handcuffs, strapped to the leg of the table. He is wearing a plain white shirt, with dirt stains and splatters of blood spread across it and his hair is shaggy. There is a single light beaming down on the table and nowhere else, darkness surrounding him. The man looks slowly around the room, looking confused. The man then looks straight ahead where another man (Tom) enters, with a plain folder tucked under his right arm and a coffee mug in the other hand. The second man, a police detective, is wearing black pants, a white work shirt with the back hanging out and a tie, slightly pulled down. The detective sits down and sips the coffee mug, then wipes his mouth and places the mug down beside the folder with the name: Kevin POLLAK written on the cover. The detective opens the folder and begins flipping pages very slowly, and frequently looks back at some of the pages he has browsed. The man continues to look down at the folder for 15 more seconds while Kevin looks around the room nervously. DETECTIVE If you are looking for that bloody mirror, then look no further then to your left. Kevin turns to his left and stares blankly at it for several seconds. Kevin then looks down at his handcuffed wrist for several more seconds. The detective closes Kevin’s folder and sips the coffee mug again. Kevin looks up at the detective and the detective does the same. DETECTIVE You are my...
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...Detect lies through body language None of us like being lied to or being taken for granted. Personally it hurts but in business it can cause a lot of hardships and cost you a lot of money. Our body is a key aspect that people observe when communicating other than our speech or verbal gestures. Learning to read body languages can help to judge if someone is lying to you with fair chances of accuracy. A survey shows that about 55% of how we communicate depends on our body language. Depending on the context of the person, a simple hand motion or a crossing of the lips can have varied meanings, sometimes positive or negative. A good observant can tell whether a person is telling the truth or shying away from it just from his/her body posture, facial expressions or even through the tone of voice. In a work environment, communication and interactions among staffs and members do not always hold a sense of honesty as one would expect. People often do not tell the truth during interviews, meetings or interrogations. However, such deceiving acts can be caught if one were to carefully monitor a person's behavior and body language. What takes place in the mind in many cases transfers to body movements and postures that mean something, which act as cues whether that person is being honest or not. Here I am going to discuss some of the many body languages that people show when they are being dishonest or lying, with or without being aware of them. Liars usually do not make eye contact...
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...flying in the inside of my stomach. My palms were dripping with sweat and my eyes were telling the story of a weary one. All of a sudden I heard a loud buzz the doors came swinging open. I looked at the old time machine and seen that the moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. Approaching me was a tall and skinny figure with a long white coat and black shoes that glided across the floor like skates. Those big blue eyes that I seen through those specs was to die for. Coming out of my fantasy with this Doctor I now knew that it was time for the big birth. He spoke fluently in his barrow town voice, “ Ms.Luckett are you ready” my reply was a smile so wide you could see the breakfast I had two hours before. He escorted me through the halls that seem as if they were never going to end. I was greeted by so many different smiles and body languages. Finally I had made it to my destination! The room was very dark and cold. In the room it was two chairs with floral printing on them that rocked back and forth. A television that looked like it was there since the WWII, and a bed that looked like it was hard enough to drive a car upon. The doctor gave me the ropes of the procedure and stated that I shouldn’t be afraid. As I lay in the bed with nothing but a gown on feel like I’m exposing myself to the world. Family and friends were stopping by and was overjoyed with what was about to happen in any second. During this time I was so calm like the sand on the beach until I...
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...to be taken. The comforters tangled around my legs became suddenly unbearable and with a flare of irritation I began to make my bed perfectly before crawling back in and trying to fall back to sleep.Unsurprisingly it was to no use. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours I came to the conclusion that I had no idea what day it was or what time it might be. Its crazy how my brain works. Sometimes, useless melancholy thoughts occupies my mind so tightly that I have no room left -not even for mundane things like dates and times. This realization sent a chilling bolt of fear into my stomach. I forced myself up and out of bed, my body felt sore and stiff. I felt like the “Tin Man” from the wizard of Oz. This brought a little smile to my face. Smiling felt alien and I...
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...so good, not to mention the excellent staff that assisted us. My stay at Nielsen's was really awesome and satisfying. Next are the friendly employees. The moment I arrived at the hotel, I was very nervous and insecure of how I look and present myself because of the formal environment of Punta de Fabian. Thanks to one of the staff who opened the car's door and greeted me with a friendly voice that making me feel much better. He gave me a sense of belongingness and because he is smiling at me, I smiled back which made me feel more relaxed. Same goes with the employees whom I met along the beautifully designed corridors. Even when they carry heavy loads and busy meeting the guests' needs, they did not miss to greet and welcome me with a smile. When I was asking can someone guide...
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...THEY SAY FILIPINA IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MAID by Luisa A. Igloria Our Overseas Contract Workers are the new heroes of the Philippines --Fidel V. Ramos In Hong Kong last summer my office mate and I took turns, smiling for pictures in front of "The Court of Final Appeal," as a joke, or maybe in a kind of atonement--because two women boarding the same ferry we took that morning said, in the dialect they were sure we would recognize, Is it your day off too? One of them had a quick, nervous way of smiling, as if ready to take it back if we had turned on them with indignation. The other was clearly ready to challenge, if the well- intentioned expression of solidarity were read otherwise. It was a day filled with rainclouds, a sky the color of aluminum, the dull sheen on the inside of an old rice cooker. Yes, we smiled, it's our day, off too. Is your amo kind? ventured the younger of the two, shyly. Yes, we said, thinking of the air- conditioned offices and computers we had left behind for two weeks of r & r, as we leant back on the green railing. The boat punched forward, toward the red and yellow buildings, the rickshaws lined up in the shade. Mine too, she said; now. But the first one… and her voice trailed like a scarf over the water, hesitating. We had to force our way in, said her friend, picking up the thread. I called the center, you know, the one near the church? Migrante. She was this close to being raped. Did you hear about the...
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