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Re: How can i write invitation letter to a friend in ghana to visit me

Anonymous — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 13:33:08 GMT

hello friend in the uas .please can you help me with an invitation letter to america.i have to london for so many time but now i have decieded to visit uas .i will be happy if you could help me out,am raymond e gbedanu.an aircrafttechnican.thank you and my GOD blass you all

Breakfast in bed...

Madhulk — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 10:56:42 GMT

Jimmy: Breakfast in bed for my beautiful bride-to-be.

I even brewed you a special
"wedding-day countdown" cup of coffee. Special kind of cup?

Two kinds of beans blended together
in a tasty marriage of flavor. (isn't it flavor of marriage?) You know, it's one week until we
rendezvous at the altar, and we're still getting RSVPS. He means the guests are too slow

at responding the invitations and worries not everyone is coming?

Chloe: I bet you anything
these slow responders have never had to tackle
the challenge of a seating chart. To organize the places for the guests to sit on?

please read this and evaluate it for me

JKBelieve — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 18:32:42 GMT

I wrote this short essay to submit to a contest, please read it and evaluate it for me. Thank you ^^

What is family?

As a youth I was always an outsider among children of my age. Now that I look back I can see there were many reasons for this gulf between other children and me. In any case having no friends is devastating for a child especially for a little one, I know because I experienced it firsthand. I hated going to school and harbored a fear of meeting new people, especially other children around my age because I was afraid they might reject me like others had done. Fear is a strange thing, it warps oneâs mind into always assuming the worst at all times. As a child I was a rather aggressive and egoistic, all because I did not want to be hurt by others. However that was where it ended, my symptoms did not worsen any more, meaning I did not get caught up in an inescapable vicious cycle which would constantly push my ego deeper into me and away from others. Again, I can list various causes but I will never be able to forget the big role my little sister played in pulling me out into the world again.

My younger sister, with whom I am two years apart, became my best friend during those hard years of my childhood. To this day I cannot explain the reason for this because she unlike me was quite a popular girl among her friends. I can distinctly remember her constantly receiving invitations from her friends to come by their houses to play. Yet, she never really did leave the house all that often, instead she stayed home and kept me company. Actually she didnât only keep me company; she participated enthusiastically in all the simple games that I came up with. Maybe it was my desperation to keep my sister as my friend or maybe I really did have a gift for such recreational ideas, in any case I always had some new, entertaining game in my mind with which we enjoyed ourselves. At first it was just my sister and I who played but then my sister started inviting her friends to our house and they joined in as well. Such successes with my games really boosted my self-esteem and were the basis upon which I was able to confidently dive back into society again.

Time surely does fly, in merely a blink of an eye, figuratively speaking of course, I grew up from a sulking âlonerâ boy to a bright young teenager who loved sports and had a great many friends. Anyone who had known me from the past was amazed. In fact I was amazed at how I had changed myself so their surprise really was not so unusual. In any case I truly enjoyed life then, it was a simple life only constituted of home, friends, sports and school yet I cannot remember a more carefree and happier time. I guess, in retrospect, I feel even more strongly so because of the stark contrast this period strikes with what comes next, my high school senior year.

It had always seemed so far away but one day I woke up and realized I was a senior. The miserable times had finally arrived. It had always seemed to me like a big commotion about nothing but when I became a senior myself, I could see how wrong I had been. The whole prospect of facing a decisive tertiary education aptitude exam which might define me for life was not just daunting but terrifying. That year is one I shudder to recall even now not because of all its hardships but the stress it was filled with. I was constantly filled with fear, with worries of âwhat if thisâ and âwhat if thatâ. Even worse was that such concerns were actually interrupting my studies seriously. There I was worrying about failure and doing the very thing which would lead to it. Of course I realized this and despaired, desperately praying for a breakthrough. What I didnât realize was that it would come from my father.

It is strange how such things work out because, ever since I can remember, I had not been on the best of terms with my father. To me he was always someone to be feared, someone to be obeyed without question. In short, he was authority itself and this made him the furthest closest person to me. However, this all changed during my senior year. One day I was sitting in the front porch after dinner, hating to go into my room while the voice inside me was screaming at me to get a move on. That is when my dad began talking to me. At first I froze fearing the worst but as his talk continued, I slowly thawed. That night he talked to me about his own life, something I had never known until then and exactly what I had needed to hear. He did not try to be unnecessarily inspirational like motivational speakers, rather he just related to me his own life and very simply at that too. Yet, that talk reached me and everything changed. Of course, it did not make all my problems go away. There was as huge a mountain of them as before but for some reason, sitting there listening to him I felt I could pull it off and that is exactly what I did. I studied, sat the test, applied to several universities with the results, was accepted by one of them and it was done. I had survived my senior year and it was all thanks to my dad. Needless to say the relationship between my father and I changed ever since.

Unfortunately I did not have very long to enjoy our new relationship for my university life was waiting to unfold and I had to move all by myself to Seoul for it. If I had known about the rollercoaster ride I was about to experience, I doubt I would have been so excited on the day of my departure while my parents and my sister looked so down. Well I did not know and, as ashamed as I am to admit, barely suppressed my glee at the prospect of âfreedomâ I saw on the horizon. Who would have thought this âfreedomâ would be my downfall?

At first, I was too busy getting used to university life and school to pay much attention to this newfound âfreedomâ. University life was unlike anything I had ever experienced before and I was simply swept off my feet. Attending whichever classes I wished, having hour-long breaks in between classes, worrying about what to wear every morning, not to mention all the new people that I met! It was quite something to get used to. Yet I was after all a member of the âhomo adaptusâ, as my old English teacher called mankind, and I adapted to my new surroundings. Around then is also when my life began to spin out of control.

Once I became comfortable with my new life I began to indulge in my newfound toy called âfreedomâ by fools and âirresponsible immoderationâ by the wise. I began to indulge in the superficial pleasures of the world as much as I wanted to without a care for the consequences. In the beginning, I could manage both my studies and this lifestyle but with time I became more and more addicted to the superficial pleasures. This of course caused me to slowly increase the time I spent on them until I reached the breakpoint, a precarious balance between my studies and my âpleasuresâ. However this didnât last for too long either and in the end I totally lost control.

It was a nightmare I could not wake up from by myself. I needed a morning-call and thankfully that is exactly what I received, in the form of my mother and sister coming to Seoul. My sister, being the hard-worker she always was, had been accepted early to the university of her choice and since there was nothing for her to do at home came to Seoul. My mother had come with her under the pretext of helping my sister settle down. Rather, she had come because it had pained her too much to see her son falling to new lows everyday. She was truly a Godsend. From the moment she arrived, my life was completely turned around. She first cleaned up the âpigstyâ my house had become and then she began to help me get back to my feet. She did so much that I cannot begin to list them here. One example though that I cannot go over without mentioning is her cooking. While I lived alone, my diet had really been knocked off balance which caused me to suffer from malnutrition. She rectified that immediately by always cooking me three regular meals a day. On the first morning after she arrived I could not help but steal a tear at the amazing breakfast my mother had âconjuredâ up. Thus I was finally able to wake up from the nightmare I had trapped myself in.

I have lived for 20 years and over those years experienced daunting adversities, times when all seemed lost. Yet I am still here persevering in the great challenge called life, something which would have been impossible without a miracle. Indeed, it was a miracle that lighted up my darkness, a miracle that gave me hope where none could be found. Yes, it was my family.

"Oh great, Green Mega Man it is."

seroMack — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 19:08:30 GMT

I don't know what this part in the below dialogue means.

It's an extract from one oh South Park scripts:

Stan:	Hey, Cartman? How come the birthday invitation you gave me says 'Green Mega Man'?
Kyle:	Yeah. Mine says 'Red Mega Man'.
Cartman:	Right. That's what your supposed to get for my birthday.
Stan:	Dude. You're not supposed to tell people what to get you for your birthday.
Kyle:	Yeah, that's weak!
Cartman:	Look, it's very simple guys. Green Mega Man goes with Red Mega Man and Yellow Mega Man to make the Ultra Mega Mega Man. You have to have all three or it doesn't work, see?
Stan:	Up yours. Cartman. I'll get you whatever the hell I want. [crumples up the invitation and throws it away]
Cartman:	Oooh. So maybe you don't want to have any of my mon's cake, pie, and ice cream, then.
Stan:	Oh great, Green Mega Man it is.Â

Â In the context of the whole talk, what does this last phrase (by Stan) mean?Â

Re: past progressive in conversation

CalifJim — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 01:20:22 GMT

The past progressive casts the reading and the saying as activities rather than as events. (The equivalent events would have been expressed in the simple past. I read. Paula said. ) Activities are more personal; events are more objective, more factual. The listener is more likely to be attracted to a statement about something personal.

So the speaker wants the listener to think in terms of an activity. This opens the conversation up in a way that makes it informal and invites participation and continuation. The speaker is not merely reporting events.

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In the case of reading, this is fairly easy to understand. There I was. Imagine it. I was reading. I was reading. I was reading. Now while I was engaged in this activity of reading, this article came to my attention about an invention ...

Contrast this to the cold report: I read an article about an invention ... (No narrative, drama, or suspense here.)

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In the case of saying, the activity might not go on as long, but it is still being presented as an activity, so it is almost an invitation to the listener to join in, as if the speaker had said

Paula and I were chatting. We were talking about this, that, and the other thing. Paula was saying that Eddie was going to be promoted. What do think of that? Have you heard that, too? Do you think she was right?

Again, you might want to contrast this with the cold report: Paula said that Eddie was going to be promoted. (No narrative, drama, or suspense here.)

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The difference can almost be characterized as a difference in mood. The progressive is more active, open, casual, and inclusive. It opens up a window on a sort of personal narrative not present in the simple past.

Re: Application for vacation leave

Anonymous — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 10:50:31 GMT

Respected Sir,

Subject: Invitation & Request for leave

With due respect I want to say you that, my family has arranged my marriage, which is decided to organized on 29 Nov 2008.

Sir, I invite you to please join the marriage ceremony and bless me good future, It will be my pleasure to see you.

Sir, as you know that there are lots of rituals before and after marriage in our culture therefore i will not be able to join for some days.

kindly grant me leave of four weeks, starting from 21 Nov 2008 to 20 Dec 2008 , this may seem a long time but I need extra time for planning, arrangements, travel and family celebrations

I appreciate your consideration of my request during this most happy time of my life.

mixed tenses

Anonymous — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 01:55:04 GMT

Hi, do you see anything bad about having mixed tenses in a sentence or in sentences beside one another?

I also sent an invitation and have asked them if they would be willing to come.

Help with gramma

Wannie — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:37:40 GMT

Hallo everyone,

I used to live in England (when I was 11), I now live in the Netherlands. I have a question, im translating a letter for my work experiance. Can you all just have a quick look at the letter and if there are any real big misstakes just note them?

I know its quite alot, but I really want the letter to be perfect and I just don't trust myself.

Thanks in advanced.

Wayne Hudson

Here is the letter:
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Date : [DATE]

Regarding : Appointment invitation

Dear [NAME_CLIENT],

Ms [DI_Name] a dietician from GroenekruisDomicura would like to invite you for your first appointment.

If the accessibility of the location is a problem, concerning for example wheelchair users please contact us for an appointment at an alternative location or possibility for a house call.

What can you do for your first appointment?

During your first appointment we will look at why you have been referred to a dietician. We will also examine which wishes you have and what possibilities are important to you.

You can optimally use the support and aid when you have reflected on the concerning questions in advanced:

1: What do you expect to reach with the treatment?

2: What do you want to discuss with the dietician?

3: What are your expectations of the dietician?

It is always good to think in advanced concerning weightless and eat/drinking habits. Creating an eating report can help the dietician considerably.

Want to reschedule your appointment?

If you are prevented to come at the aforesaid time, please call at least 24 hours in advanced to reschedule your appointment. You can call us on working days with the following number: +31 (0)xx. If you do not call before the 24 hours, the consultant charges will be made for the time planned. Rescheduling in advanced saves money and gives the dietician time to schedule someone else.

Costs and compensation consult dietician

Compensation for the first 4 hours diet advice is provided in the basic medical insurance as of 2008. Provided you have been referred by your (general) practitioner. In most cases the account goes directly to the care insurer.

Consult the pricelist on our internet website: [nameofthewebsite]. If you do not have access to the internet then you can call us for the pricelist. If you have any questions please contact us via phone or email.

Yours sincerely,

Ms. [DI_NAME], dietician.

Re: Hi ( i can help)â

Anonymous — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:11:40 GMT

hello,
My name is Aminata. I want to send an invitation letter for my husband to join me in the UK. Can you please help me ?

Re: invitation letter

nona the brit — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 09:44:27 GMT

I suspect this is an invitation letter required for a visitor's visa.

Check the requirements for the visa and make sure your letter covers everything. Typically that she is invited to stay at (your address), the dates, that you will be supporting her during her stay etc.