<?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-7900945086405281694</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:47:38.592+08:00</updated><category term='reflection'/><category term='can&apos;t live without them'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='identity'/><title type='text'>literature rocks myy world!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shalya05</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026332377056785474</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900945086405281694.post-5382412502121646215</id><published>2009-07-08T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:45:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The gender roles in the story have been reversed in a way that Helena and Caroline are the ones maipulating the males when usually its the males who are manipulating the females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena manipulates both Aloysius and George emotionally by being extra nice to them and making them feel guilty for what they did.For example, when aloysius brought his brother over for dinner, Helena manipulated aloysius by making a extra plate in case a visitor came.By doing so, she made aloysis feel guilty, and in the end resulting aloysius to not bring any of his friends over to the house a least three days advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in george case, both helena and caroline manipulated him by being extra nice to him.Helena manipulated him by telling him that even though she had to walk in the sun she still wanted george to have the car.This made george feel guilty because he felt that he was giving his mother a bad time, and caroline manipulated him with her love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, Both helena and caroline manipulated george and aloysius with their power to love, they used their manipulation skills to get what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900945086405281694-5382412502121646215?l=letstalkliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/5382412502121646215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900945086405281694&amp;postID=5382412502121646215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/5382412502121646215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/5382412502121646215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay.html' title='essay'/><author><name>shalya05</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026332377056785474</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-7900945086405281694.post-3666133087805700740</id><published>2009-07-08T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:26:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My opinion on the article: the feminine ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After reading the article, i felt that the content in the article is true.Even though women these days feel that they get equal rights, i feel that they still do not get it.They fail to realize that men do not really give them enough respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the reason men fail to give women enough respect would be because of women themselves.Despite the fact that there were woman who tried to fight for their rights.However the amount of woman who fough were very little.Majority of the woman still continued to deform themselves.The women had a choice, they always did. But instead they depended on the men to give them a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many say that females now are different from the females then.I disagree.I think the females then and now are similar to the extend that both the females now and then wanted to portray themselves as thin and beautiful. By trying to become thin, they torture themselves into diets which were bad for their health and caused pain t their body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so, i felt that the article was able to portray that females have not changed mentally but physically in the way they dress.&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/7900945086405281694-3666133087805700740?l=letstalkliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/3666133087805700740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900945086405281694&amp;postID=3666133087805700740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/3666133087805700740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/3666133087805700740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-opinion-on-article-feminine-ideal.html' title='My opinion on the article: the feminine ideal'/><author><name>shalya05</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026332377056785474</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-7900945086405281694.post-5589615394927682115</id><published>2008-07-08T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:48:39.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t live without them'/><title type='text'>POEM ON MY SECRET IDENTITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its all that it makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my secret identity is hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its not fake neither is it true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lost deep within me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a feeling that no one realizes except for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a secret identity which only i knew of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And so i leave it as a secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to protect it from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i might let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900945086405281694-5589615394927682115?l=letstalkliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/5589615394927682115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900945086405281694&amp;postID=5589615394927682115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/5589615394927682115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/5589615394927682115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-on-my-secret-identity.html' title='POEM ON MY SECRET IDENTITY'/><author><name>shalya05</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026332377056785474</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-7900945086405281694.post-4095314866457996239</id><published>2008-07-08T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:29:23.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><title type='text'>REFLECTION ON INDENTITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Many people often go around the world in search of their identity.Some of us might even have trouble with different identities in our body.But what really is identity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Identity is something which defines each and everyone of us.A never ending element in our lives.Our identity will never leave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Most of us treasure our identity.Some search for it.Identity is something which comes within us.Its something which helps other people know more about us.Identity is all about a persons character and their personality.Its about grasping for a sense of who you are.Most often identity is about the thoughts we have within,the image that we form inside our head.Its about our words and action.Most people often go in mid-life crisis mostly because they usually don't know their identity.People without identity always end up lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Therefore,i feel that identity is a major part of our life.It helps us become who we are and who we want to become.Each and everyone of us must have a identity of our own.Its the only thing that makes us stand out from the crowd and makes us feel unique.We are special in our own way because of the different identites that we possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900945086405281694-4095314866457996239?l=letstalkliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/4095314866457996239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900945086405281694&amp;postID=4095314866457996239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/4095314866457996239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900945086405281694/posts/default/4095314866457996239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letstalkliterature.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflection-on-indentity.html' title='REFLECTION ON INDENTITY'/><author><name>shalya05</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026332377056785474</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>
