The ninth assistance dog blog carnival has arrived!

The ninth assistance dog blog carnival has finally arrived!!!!! Hello readers!!! This Assistance dog blog carnival’s theme is very, very good! If I were a guide dog handler, I’d surely participate!! This ADBG’s theme is: Moments!!! That’s right, you can write about the happiest moment you’ve spend with your furry friend, or the most touching, funny, unforgettable moments! You can submit your entry here You have until October 31 to submit your entry! So go on and participate!

Is it normal?

Hae people, this is just a quick one, but I was wondering, is it normal that since yesterday I just don't wanna do anything?
I don't feell like reading and that's a bad sign, I'm a book worm lol.
And it isn't just about reading, it happens when I wanna do other stuff, I simply don't care or don't feell like it.
Now, is it normal?
When will it pass?
I hate feelling like this(:

After writing that last really sad post, I feel, much, much bettter.
I realized that, she was suffering allot, and that she's happy now.
Of course, I wont stop missing her, and there are always the memories.

Bye, I love you, and always will.

Wow, I don't even have words to describe this day.
In fact, I don't even know why I'm posting this, because I know it will make me sad all over again, not that I'm not sad, but it will bring all the pain back. So, maybe I'm posting this to feel better about it, or maybe just to record my feellings in this moment.
Where to begin...
Five years ago, my grandma, Cristina, had a brain haemorrhage, and since then, she could no longer walk, or move her left arm.
She spent five years in bed, just watching televition, eating, talking with family.
On week-ends, her nurs, would take her, on her wheele chair, to the near by cafe, and on mondays, to have breakfast with some of her friends.
On the afternoons, she would be sitting on her chair, or lying on bed.
I don't leave in the same state as she did, but I would visit her often on vacations and long week-ends.
As you can see, this wasn't a happy life, but it was still life, and she had company all the time.
Two weeks ago, she got really sick, something related to the heart, and she couldn't breathe very well, so they took her to the hospital and she was well, not ok, but not that bad.
And three days ago, she returned to her house, with an oxygen tank and all.
By now, you'd think I was prepared for her death, and I thought I was, but really, one can never be prepared for something like that.
So yes, as You've already guessed, she, well, passed away today.
Sitting here, listening to the rain, I'm just regretting two things.
One, I didn't call her to often, and this is not an excuse, but the truth, it hurt me so much to speak to her by phone, cause she wouldn't hear verry well.
And the secund thing I regret, just yesterday, my mom called, and told me to call her, I really was going to do it but at the end I didn't call.
I love you grandma, you'll always be in my prairs, I'm sure you're in heaven now, happy with god.

(unedited)

A simple quote can say more about a person's heart, than a whole book.

Ok readers, as in "ceci's books" I wrote about madame Vovary, here's a quote, so that you have an idea of how her life was like, how she saw life, and what she thought.
•"for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart."
This quote says much about her, what a miserable life she must have had.

Hae wourld!
Here comes another "Ceci's books.
This one will be divided in to two or three parts.

Madame Bovary.
When we read/listen to this name, we immediately think of “Emma”.

Emma Bovary.
Emma, a poor (well, she had a bit of money) woman, who was unhappy with her life.
Emma, who wanted more than what she could possibly have.
Emma, who first went to school at a but she felt unhappy, she wanted freedom, she didn’t like rules, so she moved to the country with her father Roault.
Her father, was one of those people whom you can’t help loving ones you know them.
One day, he broke his leg and called the doctor Charls.
Charls who at the time was married with an old, “very rich”, ugly woman, came to fix his leg.
There, he met Emma, who would soon become his second wife after the mysterious death of the first one.
Oh people, no, don’t get me wrong, of course Charls didn’t kill her, no, she poisoned her self after knowing that her bank manager had fled with all her money an all her other houses’ scriptures.
From the beginning, Emma’s and Charl’s relation was really unusual and really stupid.
They met when Charl’s went to Emma’s house to mend her father’s leg.
At first, she was just another woman, but later Charls and her started to frequently watch, talk to one another.
Poor Emma, if she had only known what this talks an looks would cause her.
After six months of knowing eatch other, they finally got married.
“Charl’s first wife had already died”
He ddidn’t even ask her personally, she asked her father who asked her.
The most stupid thing, was that they hadn’t even had a long talk, they hadn’t even had time to really know eatch other. They only had short ordinary conversations, and she just loved him cause she hadn’t met other men.
The wedding scene is a really memorable one, so I’m gonna quote a bit of it:

The guests arrived betimes, in all sorts of conveyances- one-horse tilt-carts, waggonettes, old cabriolets minus their hoods, carriers' vans with leather curtains. The young folk from the villages close by drove up in farm carts, standing up in rows, holding on to the side rails to prevent themselves from falling, jolting along at a short, sharp trot. Some of the people came from thirty miles away, from such places as Goderville, Normanville and Cany. All the relations on both sides had been invited. Old quarrels had been patched up, and letters sent to friends they had not heard of for ages.
From time to time the crack of a whip was heard the other side of the hedge. Then the gate would swing open, and a cart would enter. It would drive at a canter right up to the doorstep, pull up with a jerk and discharge its occupants, who would clamber down on either side, rubbing the stiffness out of their knees and stretching their arms. The ladies, in their best bonnets, wore town-made costumes, gold watch-chains, tippets with ends crossing over at the waist, or little coloured kerchiefs fastened behind with a pin and showing a little bit of neck at the back. The little boys, dressed like their papas, seemed rather ill at ease in their new clothes (a good few of them were sporting the first pair of boots they had ever had in their lives), and alongside of them, not daring to utter a word, and wearing her white first communion dress lengthened for the occasion, you might see a gawky girl of anything from fourteen to sixteen- a sister or a cousin, no doubt- all red and flustered, her hair plastered down with strong-smelling pomade and terribly afraid of soiling her gloves. As there were not enough stable-boys to unharness all the horses, the gentlemen rolled up their sleeves and turned-to themselves. According to their different social grades they wore dress-coats, frock-coats, jackets, and cardigans- fine black suits, venerable symbols of family respectability which only issued from the press on occasions of special solemnity; frock-coats with voluminous skirts floating in the wind, collars like cylinders and pockets as big as sacks; coats of coarse homespun, of the sort usually worn with a cap with a band of copper round the peak; very short jackets with two buttons in the small of the back, close together like a pair of eyes, the abbreviated tails of which looked as if they had been cut out of a single block with a carpenter's chisel. Yet others (but they, for sure, would have to sit below the salt) were wearing their party smocks, that is to say, smocks with the collar turned down over the shoulder, the back gathered in with little puckers, and encircled, very low down, by an embroidered belt.
And the shirts bulged out on the chests like breastplates. All the gentlemen had had their hair cut, their ears were sticking out from their heads, and they had all shaved especially close for the occasion. Some of them who had got up before it was light, when it was really too dark to shave, had gashes running crosswise under the nose, or pieces as big as shillings taken out of their cheeks. The cold air blowing against them on the journey had inflamed them so that their broad, highly polished countenances were diversified like marble with pink patches.
The Mairie being but a mile or so from the farm they went on foot, and as soon as the ceremony at the church was over they trudged back again. The procession, at first keeping well together, resembled a coloured scarf as it undulated through the countryside, winding slowly along the narrow footpath through the green cornfields. But before long it began to straggle, and broke up into separate groups that loitered on the way to gossip. The fiddler went on ahead, the top of his fiddle all bedecked with streamers; after him walked the bridegroom and his bride, the relations and friends following in what order they pleased. Last of all came the children, who amused themselves by plucking little sprays of oats, or had a little game all to themselves, when no one was looking. Emma's dress, which was too long for her, dragged a little behind. Every now and again she would stop to gather it up and, delicately, with her gloved hand, pick off the blades of rough grass and bits of briar, while Charles stood sheepishly by, waiting till she had finished. Farmer Rouault, resplendent in a new silk hat, the cuffs of his best coat covering his hands as far as his fingertips, had given his arm to the dowager Madame Bovary. Monsieur Bovary senior, who in his heart thought all these people very small beer indeed, had come in an austere frock-coat of military cut with a single row of buttons. He was delivering himself of some rather dubious jocularities to a fair-haired country wench, who curtseyed, and blushed, and didn't know what to say. The rest of the party talked business or indulged in a little skylarking by way of warming themselves up for the gaiety to come; and whenever you cared to listen, you could hear the scrape-scrape of the fiddler who pranced on ahead, fiddling over hill and dale. When he noticed that the party had fallen a good way behind, he stopped to take breath and applied the rosin with vigour to his bow, so that the strings should squeak the louder. Then he marched on again, swaying the top of his instrument alternately up and down, the better to mark the time. The sound of the fiddle startled the birds far and wide.
The table had been laid under the roof of the cartshed. Upon it there stood four sirloins, six dishes of hashed chicken, stewed veal, three legs of mutton and, in the centre, a comely roast sucking-pig flanked with four hogs-puddings garnished with sorrel. At each corner was a decanter filled with spirits. Sweet cider in bottles was fizzling out round the corks, and every glass had already been charged with wine to the brim. Yellow custard in great dishes, which would undulate at the slightest jog of the table, displayed on its smooth surface the initials of the wedded pair in arabesques of candied peel. They had had recourse to a confectioner at Yvetot for the tarts and the iced cakes. As he was just starting business in the district, he had given a special eye to things; and when the dessert was brought on, he himself, personally, carried in a set piece which drew cries of admiration from the assembled company. At the base of this erection was a rectangular piece of blue cardboard, representing a temple with porticoes, colonnades, and stucco statuettes all around in little niches embellished with gilt-paper stars. Above it, on the second storey, stood a castle-keep or donjon wrought in Savoy cake, surrounded with diminutive fortifications in angelica, almonds, raisins, and bits of orange; and finally, on the topmost level of all, which was nothing less than a verdant meadow where there were rocks with pools of jam and boats made out of nut-shells, was seen a little Cupid balancing himself on a chocolate swing, the posts of which were tipped with two real rosebuds.
The feasting went on till evening. When they grew tired of sitting, the gentlemen got up and strolled about the yard or played a game of pitch-and-toss in the barn, after which they came back again to the table. A few of them at the finish fell asleep and snored. But when the coffee arrived, everything brightened up again. Songs were struck up, feats of strength performed. They did some weight-lifting, tried to raise the carts with their shoulders, made risky jokes, embraced the ladies. At night, when it was time to go, the horses, stuffed to the teeth with oats, could hardly be got into the shafts. They plunged, they reared, they snapped their harness, their masters cursed or laughed, and all night long, far and wide, by the light of the moon, there were runaway vehicles going hard-a-gallop, careering into ditches, bounding over stone-heaps, dashing up embankments, with women-folk leaning out of the carriage windows frantically trying to clutch the reins. Those who stayed on at les Bertaux spent the night drinking in the kitchen. The children dropped off to sleep on the floor under the benches.

As you can see, this wasn’t the kind of wedding for witch Madame Vovary was hoping for.
She hoped for a splendid wedding, in whitch all the guests would be important people, a wedding in the city, she hoped for the best food, for the best wine. In a few words a fairy tale like wwedding.
Also, you can notice that this scene is written in an almost despective way.
This is because the author is telling it in Emma’s point of view
Well, this is part one.
Hope you liked it.

Hae people!!!
Remember my post about the lost dog?
Well, happilly she was found!!!!!!!!
Some awesome person read the lost dog sign, an she was found near to where she was last spotted.
She got lost because she ran away scared by some fireworks.
I know a few dogs who are scared by fireworks, so people, when there are fireworks around, keep all your dogs safe!
Thanks to all of you for spreading the word!

My favorite quotes

Hae readers, I decided to post one of my favorite quotes ones a week.
I promise I'm really going to do this one:)
So, lets begin with this rusian classic author "Leo Tolstoi", an his book, "Ana Karenina".
"Happy families are all alike, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way"
What are your opinions an thoughts about this quote???

Hae, Guelf people out there!!!!

Hi!
If you've seen a dog matching the following description,

8 year-old pure bred female Siberian Husky, black and white with one blue eye and one brown eye. Answers to Aaliyah or “Lee Lee”. Last seen Saturday afternoon on York Road and Watson Road area. Very timid and spooks easily. She is wearing a black leather collar with red gemstones. Reward offered for safe return.

Please call at Marty at 519-831-4334.
Your help will be really appreciated.
Please spread the word!
Thanks:)
P.S:
This is the dog's picture

You can make a difference.

Yesterday I created a petition to blogger, in which I ask them not to delete the option to switch back to the old interface.
For me, is really sad that many blind people, who have been blogging for a while, are forced to move to another blogging plattaform, just because the new interface is inaccesible.
That they have to avandone all those blogs, in which they have stored their most precious memories, those blogs, who have united many people, who have started strong friendships.
So, please sign
This petition You can make a difference.
An if blogger wants to delete the option to switch back, at least, please make the new interface accesible for all users.

Still here

As you all can seeI'm still here.
After I figured a way to switch back to blogger's old interface, I thought I would be posting more, because I know this switch isn't permanent, but I've wasted my time with this lovely interface.
I haven't posted any of my "ceci's books" posts, but I'll do it some day lol.
This post is just to informe all jaws users who have jaws 11 and older, that in case you haven't figured it out, there's a way to go back to internet explorer 8.
As all of you have experienced, internet explorer 9 isn't compatible with jaws 11 an below.
So, if you loved internet explorer 8 an your computer has forced you to upgrade or you upgraded thinking that internet explorer 9 would work, follow this steps to go back to internet explorer 8.
1, In the search box, type view installed updates an clickit.
2, you'll se a big list of installed updates.
3, Click internet explorer 9.
4, Click yes, when asked.
5, Press reboot now when asked.
6, Open internet explorer, an you'll be able to use it again!
If you aren't sure about your internet explorer vertion, open ie, an press alt an select "about internet explorer".
I thought this steps would be useful for someone, at least, they were for me.

Switched back!

So, today I had been force to switch to blogger's new interface, I checked it out, an it has changed a bit.
So, there was a button that read
"blogger options"
I clicked it, but nothing happened, I clicked it more times but nothing.
A few minutes later, I reopened blogger, an I clicked it again, just to be sure, I wanted to find the settings etc.
An a dropdown menue showed up, an there it was, give feedback, help, an old interface.
So, I switched back.
I don't know if this is permanent, the "blogger will be getting a new look in april" message is still there.

A quick joke.

A quick joke.
Q: What do you call a computer that sings?
A:Adell.

Accesible from the beginning

After a really relaxing, fun, an incredible time at the beach, I come here to post about this wonderful chapter from the Steve Jobs' biography.
This chapter recounts mac's first presentation in 1984, I don't use a mac, but I use an I pod touch, an what impressed me, is, apple products were accesible from the beginning.
Here's mac's first presentation, in 1984.
He opened the mitting, with a poem from the secund vers of Bob Dylan's song, the times they are a changin
"Come writers and critics,
Who prophesize with your pen,
And keep your eyes wide,
The chance won't come again,
And don't speak too soon,
For the wheel's still in spin,
And there's no tellin' who,
That it's namin'."

He ended with
"For the loser now,
Will be later to win,
For the times they are a-changin'."


Then, Steve jobs gave a speatch critizising IBM computers, then he talked about how apple, would dominate the whole wourld, the whole imformation age, the whole computer inndustry.
It went something like this:
“It is now 1984,” he continued, “It appears that IBM wants it all. Apple is perceived to be the only hope to offer IBM a run for its money. Dealers, initially welcoming IBM with open arms, now fear an IBM controlled future….”

“IBM wants it all,” “Will Big Blue dominate the entire computer industry? The entire information age?”

“Was George Orwell right?”

The audience where beside themselves, then, the auditorioum went black, an the 60 secund advertisement began.

Its a really visual comercial, but there it is, I'll post the description written in the book.
I'll post the description another time:)

After that, Steve Jobs showed a demo demonstrating mac's features. First, the word Macintosh appeared across the screen, an below it, Steve's favorite words.
"Insanely great"

Then, the screen displayed charts, documents, different fonds, drawing programmes, an immage of Steve Jobs with a thought bubble containing a Macintosh.
An when the demo ended, he said this memorable words.
"We've done allot of talking about macintosh recently, but today, for the first time ever, I’d like to let the Macintosh speak for itself."

An indeed, the mac spoke.

Its totally amazing.
Thankyou Steve Jobs,.
I wish I knew just a bit about him. When he lived.

An air refill?, two dollars please

If you were looking for a really environmental-friendly product, you've come to the right place!!

This car seems so friggin cool!
Tata motors have come up with this environmental-friendly car that runs on compressed air.
Apparently, the air propels the motors, cylinders etc, etc.
Its maximum speed will be around 105 km per h (not that bad).
They hope to have it on the market in India this year.
This car uses no petrol, an it can run up to 300 KM before running out of, uh, air.
There will be like gas stations, that will be equipped with special tanks of compressed air. It will take around 2-4 minutes to regas for around dollar two.
The car is a 6-sit van an apparently, it will be around dollar 13 thousand.
Its a great idea, an it will really, really help the planet.
Maybe you think, 300 km?, well, if they're enough air stations spread around a city, I'm sure it will work.
You may also consider the possibility of the tank exploding when there's an accident, but really, isn't it the same with gas tanks?
Hmm, I wonder, how will the government an the oil sellers react?
I think it will be a huge loss for them, although, if air is a free resource, an a refill will be dollar 2, maybe they will gane some profit.
Hope this car is really real, an that it really comes out this year, what a huge help for the environment.
Oh, yeah, I also hope it makes some noise, if not, that would be a disaster!

now what??

A really original title, I know hahaha.
Blogger's courrent ishue, as you all know,
Ladies an gentlemen... The new interface!!!!!!
That's write, blogger's new interface.
Now, remember those posts I wrote a while ago about this interface, wher I said it was usable an all that shit??
This is my first posty about blogger's new interface, here I just said it was like the normal interface, but a bit upside down
first post
Now, my
secund post
where I explained how to create a new post using this interface.
Well, in this two posts, oops, total fale.
I was explaining how to create a new post, but oh now, when I checked the comments, settings etc section, then that was when the fun began.
Its like a dropdown menue, really inaccesible for screan readers.

Also, its really hard to label posts, an the reading page kinda sucks.
Oh yes, one day, when I was trying this stupid interface, I wasn't able to change back.
Like got stucked in there. I don't know what I did, but thank god I could finally change back.
An now, when my posts are getting somewhat decent, blogger comes with this wonderful idea. In april, all users wil be forced to use this incredible interface.
Oh no no no no I won't be using that thing thankyou very much, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to.
This is blogger's post, explaining their new interface.
Blogger's friendly" guide to the new interface
Don't believe everything, I suggest you try this interface for yourself.
An well, after all this talk about the interface, as I've already said, I won't be able to use it, so if they force me to use it, I think I'll be moving to wordpress (it is accesible, but not one hundred %), or to dreamwidth (I really like this one, but never the same).
Many people will be doing this, whitch is a shame.
Some will import their posts, some will start again.
I know I haven't spent here a very long time, I know my posts aren't that good, but because of blogger, now I know many wonderful people.
People that because of blogger's new interface, maybe won't be able to post here anymore.
Please try giving feedback to blogger twitter @blogger (lol), or in every page of the new interface, there's a feadback icon.
Thanks for reading:)

Bitter almonds

So, here it comes, another Ceci’s books post.
I know I didn’t do it last week, but here I am.
So, this week’s book is….
Love in the time of cholera.
This book was published in 1985 (translated by Alfred A Knop) an as Marquez states his book .
I can totally understand why the author refers to this book as “his book”, I think it shows Marquez’s true personality.
This wonderful book written by Garcia Marquez (can you say I adore him?), takes place in Cartagena de Indias, a Colombian town.
Following the story of three really intresting people:
Juvenal Urbino, marryed with Fermina Daza, an Florentino Arrisa a really intresting character an a triangle’s third side.
It starts with one of doctor Urvino’s patient’s death in that unfortunate day, when more than one family will cry, an a parot will fly.
It begins like this:
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
An I’m gonna post the beginning in Spanish cause this book was originally written in Spanish.

Era inevitable: el olor de las almendras amargas le recordaba siempre el destino
de los amores contrariados

There you have it, a beautiful start to a marvelous book.
As I said before, Marquez has a wonderful way of beginning stories.
Why, why, bitter almonds??
Oh yes, an you can download the book
Here
Hope you liked this Ceci’s books post, an I hope you read this book.

Why, them?

Hi readers, so here are some “ I think” last minut news:
Yesterday, in france, at a juish school “Ozar Hatora”, four people where killed.
A man got incide this school, an started shootting like mad.
Four people where killed, three children an an adult.
there was no apparent reason to commit this cryme.
The murderer hasn’t been captured yet, but police hope to find him soon.
The only explicable reason they must had to commit this cryme,
They where jouish.
I think its really sad the stuff some people do just because of others religion, color, origin, or even sex.
There’s not much imformation about this horrible event.

Assistance dog Blog Carnival!

The seventh Assistance dog blog Carnival is here!!!!
This time, its hosted by “plays with Puppies”.
The chosen theme is:
Affect/Effect
The dedhline for submitions is April 25th.
Your post needs to be related to the theme, but you don’t necessarily have to be a puppy raisser, trainer orh handler.
This is a quarterly held event.
For more information, visit
“after Gadget”,
the home of the Assistance Dog blog carnival.
I encourage you to participate in this wonderful event!!but you don’t

The blind one.

So, a few minuts ago, I took a break from school work, an decided to search for my name's meaning.
My name is Cecilia, an according to many pages, my name means:
The blind one.
Isn't that curious?
An the creepiest thing, is that when my parents named me, they didn't know I was blind.
They discovered it when I was 6 months or so.

The blind one.

Breast cancer.

, such a sad day for me.
Let me explain…
I feel miserable right now, everything was ok til five minuts ago, when my mom announced that my aunt “M”, has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
She’s one of my favorite aunts, I really, really love her.
I think next week she will be submitted to surgery…
Just thought it was a good way to write it all down here, an to pour my sadness overhere.
Oh, dear anty, I'll pray for you tonight on til you're a hundred percent safe.
Love ya:
Ceci

Ceci's books

I decided to do this at least once a week, it will be called, “Ceci’s books”
An our first book is:

One hundred years of solitud.
Written by Gabriel Garcia marquez, an published in 1970.
Born in Colombia, march 6 1927.
This magical realistic man, is the author of many wonderful novels, an between those, one hundred years of solitude.
This story takes place in an imaginary remote Colombian town, named Macondo.
According to Garcia Marquez, this town an name where inspired when one day, traveling by train to return to Colombia, he passed a townless station, an near it, there was a poster announcing a banana company named Macondo.
The story talks about the Buen Dia family, beginning with Jose Arcadio Buendia, Macondo’s founder with some other men.
Then it goes to his suns, Aureliano an Jose arcadio Buen dia.
An the sons grandsons, in a twist of couples, lies, love, loneliness, an lost dreams an hopes.
The story starts like this:

MANY YEARS LATER as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenda was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village…

As you can see, the story traps you from the beginning, the context in witch it takes place, is great, an how this author decided to beggin his story, an not with the usual "once upon a time".
Had you ever seen a story startting by the middle??This book won the nobel Prize in Literature.
If you’re intrested, you can read it here:
One hundred years of solitude

In case you haven’t noticed it:
Happy birthday my dear Gabriel Garcia Marquez!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The hunger games.

Hi readers!
I thought it a good idea to make a review about the hunger book, book number one of the series, the hunger games by Suzanne Collins.
After a Civil ward, the U.S has been divided into a capital an 12 districts.
The mane character, Katniss Everdeen, leaves on disctrict 12, the poorest of them all.
Each year, the capital (panam), selebrates the hunger games.
In this games, a boy an girl tribute from eatch district, are chosen, to be dumpt into an irina, an fight to death, while the whole country watches.
Catniss Everdeen, has to sustain her mother an little sister Prim, after her father died on a mine accident.
Everyday, she goes to the woods (witch is prohivited), an hunts with her best friend Gale.
The day of the reaping, Prim, Katniss' younger, sweet, an inosent sister, is chosen to fight for district twelve.
That twelved year old girl, fighting against other 23 tributes.
Katniss can't permit it, so she voluntteers to take Prim's place, all though she knows she hasn't got a chance.
The first book is a really fun book, think its a teens book, but I really enjoyed it.
Has any of you read it?

Happy leap year!!

Hmmm..., thought it'd be special to write a post on leap year cause its every four years(daah, that was obvious).
I think it'd be cool to be born on leap year, or selebrate something special on that date.
Imagine your birthday on leap year, what about the other three years?, Would you selebrate on martch first, or on febuary 28?
Or christmas on leap year, would we just selebrate every four years???
Ok, enough silly rambling about leap year, hope I can read this post next leap year, an hope I can write another one next leap year!
Lots of the leap yeard word for a hole three years right?
Pd:
I wonder, why doesn't jaws read question marks?

An ethiopian storry

Oh yes!!!!I am, so,
So, so happy!!!!
Let me explain that...
I have two excuses for not writing on a long, long while...
First, as always, school work, I can't believe it, no really, when I think I finish some long, exhausting period of hard work an homework, an give a long sigh of relieve...The next day mor homework, projects an damm work...

Now, my second excuse:A week ago, I tryed to write a post, but oh no!, M.R blogger, wouldn't let me, now that I had something to write about.
So, ladies an jentlemen, the long awated post!
Here’s a story about an
Kyle an her husband met in highschool an they wated a while to adopt an infant, but, they wated, wated an wated, but the longer the wate became for them
longer they questioned their reasons for waiting when there are so, so many slightly older children who are waiting for families.
So, they decided to adopt a Ethiopian boy.
As you know, adoption requires lots of paperwork, they have to travel to Ethiopia twice - once for court and once for Embassy. The boy will be going home 6- 8 months from now…With
all of these new developments, they need to raise some funds to cover fees that are coming up very quickly!
So if you’d like to help you can donate here:
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=PPDQCW4KUYS52&lc=US&item_name=Johnson%20Ethiopian%20Adoption%2 0Fund¤cy_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donateCC_LG%2egif%3aNonHosted
An here’s a video:
http://give1save1.com/your-dollar-this-week-4/
Her blog:
http://www.embracing-ethiopia.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-2-12-year-old-i-thought-you-were.html
If you're intrested in donating, or even in reading aboujt this amazing jurney to adopt a child, follow the above links.

Fun article

HI everyone, so, a few days ago, I found this fun article about exams…
It made me laugh, so, if you wanna have a good laugh…
Here it is:

Few of our readers know that Cracked's full legal name is the "Cracked Foundation for Scholastic Achievement," and has been since 2008, when we discovered we couldn't register as a religion because of all the swear words we'd published. This name comes with certain responsibilities though, and according to our lawyers, if we don't do at least one thing a year to actually address scholastic achievement, we will all go to prison. Our lawyers then pointed out that we will not do well in prison, and made several uncomfortable hand gestures to illustrate this fact.
Upon hearing this, we immediately agreed to "address scholastic achievement, and then sprinted from the room before the lawyers could tell us what they meant by "address." Which should make everything that happens next in this article nice and legal.
So, with final exams just around the corner for millions of college students, Cracked has slapped together what we believe to be the most exam-tacular preparation tips those spoon-fed ivory tower eggheads will have ever seen. If you are one of those sneering liberal elites, choose to follow this advice to the letter, and don't get seven A's and a handshake from the mayor, we at Cracked promise to all feel just awful.

Tip #1: Index Cards For every subject you're studying, write down key facts and figures on a set of index cards. By carrying these cards around with you, you'll be able to refer to them during spare minutes and other down time, enabling you to study on the bus, on the toilet, or while going to the toilet on the bus.

Tip #2: Highlighter
Use a highlighter to color words in your books. This will make it feel like you're actually studying. Actually studying involves reading the words, which is also good, but much more time consuming, and frankly discriminatory against people who don't want to read.

Tip #3: Study Group
Try joining a study group to help you prepare for exams. Assign sections of the material to each person in the group, then make that person provide a summary of the key information in that section to the rest of the group. Because the effectiveness of this technique depends on the people involved, finding the right study group is important. An easy trick for this: if you can't tell which one of your study friends is the dumb one, then it's probably you. This is thus an excellent study group for you.
In exam-mad Japan, study groups have complicated rituals.

Tip #4: Not Kidding Anyone
It's time to just admit that you're hosed. There is no chance at all that you'll be able to pull this off, and if we're being honest, you'd probably be better off smacking yourself in the crotch with a hammer labeled "Self-Deception" then you would be by studying. With that taken as fact, the smartest thing you could do right now is just give up and stop wasting your time. Congratulations on making a very grown up decision.

Tip #5: The Shame
But having come to that very mature decision, you can just picture your dad. And he's not one of the "I'm just disappointed in you" types.
FATHER: -angry- You spent twenty eight thousand dollars to jerk off and play video games? Don't answer me. I don't want to know the truth. I doubt it's better. In fact I think I'm actually being pretty charitable describing your life.
Yeah, you honestly can't live through several decades of that. So maybe it's time to buck up and find an alternative solution. Study-Ho!

Tip #6: Hot For Teacher (for the right price)
You honestly have very little to lose from at least asking to nail your professor in exchange for a better grade. If the professor isn't agreeable to it, offer to pleasure their spouse, thus freeing up your professor's valuable time for more research. Be sure to bring along a "Sexin' Resume" to further establish your credentials.
Tip #7: Bomb Threats
For the reasons described above (dads, yelling) bomb threats have become nearly ubiquitous on college campuses during exam season. Many authorities won't even delay exams upon receiving a threat now, unless they perceive the threat is in some way credible. So, make your threat credible by blowing up a smaller, less important building earlier in the week. The drama building for example.

Tip #8: The Ringer
Browse your local dating website looking for people with pictures that look somewhat like you. Pretending to be someone else, Wink/Whisper/Poke/Diddle them to start a dialog, and over the course of a few private messages, see how smart they are. Eventually work the conversation around to them writing an exam under a false name in exchange for some sort of sexual favor. The success rate of this will depend sharply on how desperate people who look like you are for companionship.

Tip #9: Technology
Use computers in some way to cheat. Cell phones and such are usually strictly forbidden during exams, but there are ways to use technology to get an edge. Try wrapping some C4 to a computer monitor, and pushing it into the elevator shaft of your chemistry building. Poof, instant delayed exam.


Tip #10: An Offer They Can't Refuse
After writing your exam, loiter around the exam room, attempting to be the last one to hand it in. When you do, shake the professors hand, thanking her for teaching a good class. Use this opportunity to slip her some cash, or a note threatening her cat's life. "Why did you write this using cut out magazine letters?" she asks. "I clearly know it was you who wrote it." Sprint out of there before she can find any more holes in your plan, and hide under a picnic table until everything blows over.

Tip #11: Illness
If you think you actually have a chance to pass this exam, but only if you had more time to study, please refer to the "Not Kidding Anyone" tip above. If you still think that way, consider becoming legally ill prior to the exam in order to obtain a doctor's note. Eating uncooked chicken is a pretty good way to do this, but also consider entering an emergency room by dragging your rear end across the floor - the universal sign of irreversible intestinal distress.

Hope you enjoyed it hahahaha!
OH yes, I'm fine, my twitter client isn't working, that's why I haven't been able to twitte:)
Thanks for asking:)

The mango minster competition is here!

The mango minster competition is here!
If you have a dog, a cat, or any furri animals… This competition is for you!!
There are many categories in wich you can participate:
Too darn cute, bad sports, adventure animal, cracker critters, and working stiffs.
I’d love to see any of your posts winn!!
I’m not hosting this event, I don’t even know if I’ll participate, but it seems so awesome!
The prizes include goody bags, 25 dollar cards, gift certificates, an other cool stuff.
If you’re interested, the link is:
http://mangominster.blogspot.com/2012/01/mango-minster-2012-official-rules-for.html
Quick! Submit your post!
The dedhline is feb 5!!

A letter

Hi everybody.
I've said here that I go to french classes, an yesturday we had to write a letter in english an then translated to french.
In the letter, we where suppose to imagine that we where a hermit, an that we where writing to a friend.
Lots of we's hahaha.
I liked my letter, an I thought it a good idea to post it here.
Hi, my dear friend, its been a while since I last wrote to you.
Life is good, I love where I am, the view is beautiful.
I leave in a balley, surrounded by really tall an green mountains.
The birds sing all day, an at night, I listen to the corous of frogs who leave in the lake near by.
The sun set an sun rise, are the most beautiful times of the day.
Luckelly, I get to see them everyday, you see, I wake up really early, the bird song does so.
My rutine is really simple, I wake up with the birdsong, then I wate til sun rise, witch isn’t a really long wate, after that, I lit a fire an cook what I fish or trapped the day before.
Then, I settle down, an read one of my numerous an wonderful books, at 3, I have lunch, after I finish eating, I rest half an hour, and then, I go fishing or hunting some birds for dinner.
Usually I finish hunting at 5, I play the flute (as you know, my favorite instrument), an watch the beautiful sun set.
At night, I
think about life an god, its very relaxing to think about those things while listening to all the birds returning to their nests, frogs coming out to croack an watching the first stars.
I feel really satisfied with my life here, it gives me time to find my true self an understand life.
Of corse, there are times when I miss everyone, at those times, I imagine your voices an faces, an I think about letters I’d like to send you, an sometimes, I actually write this letters an send them to my dear friends an family.
Hope life is good with you, an be shure that we will talk to eatch other again.
With love:
Ceeci.

Now, the letter seems silly, but anyways, there it is lol.
I'll try to post more often, an to check grammar an spelling hahaha!.
Thanks for reading:)

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Using twittemonger

Hi everybody, its been a nice month so far, hope everybody has kepped his /her’s new year resolutions, at least, I think I have lol.
I discovered another awesome twitter client, its called twittemonger.
It’s the same as qwitter, but they’re not affiliated, you know, qwitter has stopped developing the client.
I was having a little trouble with qwitter, I wasn’t able to go from buffer to buffer, to read what I typed while I did it, or to watch new mentions.
So, if you’re thinking about using twittemonger, I hilly recommend it.
Here I give you a link.
http://twitmonger.shaned.net
Hope everybody is having a good time.