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Here're some of the Kindle's features that interested me:

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-Books are auto-delivered to you wirelessly, upon purchase, in less than one minute.-Super thin device measures only just over 1/3 of an inch thick.

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-International newspapers all auto-delivered wirelessly as well.

-The kindle is much lighter and thinner than a paperback and weighs only 8.7 ounces!

-It can hold over 3,500 of your favorite books.-With wireless on, it needs a recharge approximately every 10 days. Leave wireless off and the battery will last for over one month!

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How to make money online?

DECEMBER 19, 2012 LEAVE A COMMENT

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m not making revenue yet but this blog is an applicable manual for additional revenue. Helpful tips for non-biblical bloggers.

I am a blogger with 4 blog sites but neither is earning bec 3 of my sites contains biblical materials not intended for profit. If you’re interested, here’s my official blog nobiblicalcontradiction.  It’s getting stronger traffic which I highly recommend for religious enthusiasts. Another blog— apollocquiboloy is a blog against the pseudo-christ.

My personal site: i-diary an article blog on assorted literary themes with religious bearing.

But my latest blog, i am lil susie is purposed for revenue. Although it has less than handful of secular articles but I’m trying to build traffic for its profit aspect. As professionals advice: ‘make better ‘high impact’ articles for better traffic thus inevitably better income.’ so too as I intended.

Looking for ways to monetize it, I have chosen these two options for its free processing.

1. ADS PAY PER CLICK
2. 10% SHARE FROM ADS PURCHASE THROUGH YOUR BLOG

NO PAYMENT INVOLVED BUT JUST A BLOG SITE. TRY wordpress , for me, it’s by far the best!

ADS PAY PER CLICK

1.  ADSENSE
2. CHITIKA like ADSENSE but adding AMAZON ASSOCIATE increases its revenue making.

The question is, how about those who wanted to earn better?

I don’t know about it but combining Chitika Ads and Amazon associate Ads is a better prospective offer. It may not make you rich but who knows if you’re exceptional and hardworking.

DISCOUNTED SHARE

1. AMAZON  this one is a 10% discount share from sold Amazon products. A 30,000 worth sold product profits you 3, 000 and probably more monthly revenue for the hard working blogger. Better than literal sweat and swollen feet.

HOW TO INCORPORATE ADS IN YOUR BLOGS:

1. Register for  an amazon and chitika accounts.

2. Acquire the Ads HTML.

3. Go to the widget section of your blog.

4. Position the HTML widget on your side bar.

5. Copy paste the amazon or chitika ADS HTML on the widget then save. Presto! you’re now earning each time an impression is made on your site.

6. In case the result is not accordingly, install an anti ad blocker or an ad manager.

The internet offers a variety of ways to maximize revenue opportunities for bloggers but this chitika/amazon option is my choice presently.

ANY SUGGESTION FOR BETTER MONEY-MAKING SCHEME? MESSAGE ME PLEASE.

Lil Susie

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Mexico's sweetest revenge, Philippines victory indeed!

Marquez dropping out Pacquiao is a sensational humiliating contrast against Pacquiao’s sensational ascent to fame. It was revenge the Mexican people has then and always ardently wished for but then such wistful thinking was now realized and defeat as such, was somehow superfluous as Mexico’s best gleaning glory in terms of execution, credibility and magnitude. An upset somehow be regarded legendary, an epical saga of tremendous upset for Manny’s attempt of redeeming a receding boxing career yet was not such repertoire be vindication to Marquez claim of winning their former bouts?

For me, it is indeed. Only the first bout was unofficially Pacquiao’s but as the best of a boxer is sharpened by its constant use so was Marquez than Pacquiao the sharper in terms of analogy and execution.

Indeed it is an upset most impaling for the fact of its implication, Manny’s not the best fighter after all when it comes to tactic, brain and strategy bec Marquez showed that indeed, he is the better in tactical preparation, execution and patience. He was focused, an action planned and calculated as adverse to claims of his K.O punch as lucky.  Didn’t Manny observed how Marquez was less responsive and wary, he should have been more cautious. Marquez played the keen, clever, thinking boxer Manny should have done to win than playing a raging assaulting bull. Marquez if observed from his entry has a disposition quite complacent, and aura as striking of would be winners.

Yet how Manny on the other hand humbly accepted defeat was something honorable better than winning but then giving off alibi as the culprit for its prestige’s erosion as due by a lucky punch is pride though it could have been national pride actually talking through. This must be a preservation of reputation, to diminish the impact of humiliation, as due honor for national pride so as Manny’s undefeated ego for the country was embellished.

Many Catholics pointed out the missing rosary he typically wore as too, culprit of the loss but then that is on the religious sour grape aspect.

The best aspect though from this tremendous tragic defamation was how debasement plays positively for its spiritual contrast—humility that is as though God speaks, preeminence makes money, humility acquires God close.

For the Philippines pride as exemplified by Manny, it out-sparkles and out-transcends the revenge victory of Mexico. Indeed that day would be Philippines’ herald as the world’s champion, morally and integrally, virtue-wise, that is. It would never be depleted by that solidarity rise of national pride beyond any championship belt the boxing world can produce that Philippines won the day Pacquiao lose. That is, virtue-wise in terms of its unambiguous outstanding purity.

DENNIS Y BUTIC

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Jack Silly and his beanstalk (Jack and the beanstalk: my version)

DECEMBER 15, 2012 LEAVE A COMMENT

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jack Silly was a modern-day youngster who lived with her grandmother in a land far far away. His parents were world war 2 bomb casualties when tora tora japanese bombers ravaged their village clean. Fortunately Jack
, a baby then was snatched off to safety by her grandmother when the bombings begun. Unfortunately, his parents were charred victims. The house was completely burned down.
12 years later, their house was rebuilt. They were rich thus the bombings impact was slightly felt. They begun life again, having cattle,
livestock, herds of goat and sheep but then life’s sad irony was too inevitable, a lingering dearth have gradually descended like a slow sweeping decimation. Scarcity become the land’s agony. Slowly the land become desolate as drought have made the land a barren desert. The Silly
family has nowhere to go thus they were stuck to subsist on the meager crops destitution has to offer.
They have none except the still thriving and resilient goat, Jack’s playing buddy he called Vixen and who has served the family in many wonders they has not yet known til that time when the goat’s secret was revealed under the veil of compulsion–the dearth. It was a magical goat of wonder.
Grandma Silly knew, to leave for better pasture was the best option but leaving them stuck she have decided to end their agony. The goat was their last subsistence, inevitably, they have to eat it, then, they got nothing. It would be the point where their was no hope like stuck in a cavern of starkest probability. Only the darkness as their enveloping prison fettered to its loyalty, ultimately, death.
Grandma Silly was sharpening the axe when she ordered, ‘Jack tie Vixen to that dry stump!!!”
Jack responded, ‘Do we have to do this, lala? Vixen is my friend, now that she is too in this drought, why dont we just let her go for her chance to live?”
‘And we?’ piercingly and goggling-eyed, ‘We better die having King’s meal in our belly!!”
Obediently, he tied Vixen, redundantly tapping her head, leaned to her ears and whispered, ‘May God be merciful and spare you tonight.’
The goat instead responded with a thorough ear flapping emotion and with sodden rounded eyes stared at him in conscience-harrowing plea.
‘Dont look at me like that Vix, it makes me want to unleash you!’Jack depressingly drew back, head hung low. Farther, he thought he overheard the goat spoke, ‘Will you eat me, Jack?’
Jack Told his grandma but the old woman shrugged away.
The time of slaughter came. Compulsion was a gravity Jack decided conformingly, they have to survive. He has not the slightest cognition of her grandma’s suicidal dinner.
Tremor-bound as natural for first time butchers having a friend to kill, he proceeded as intended. Reaching the goat he noticed something unusual. The goat’s dung seem to have an unnatural shade as though something bright inside the black coat was giving Vixen’s dung a dark glowing appeal. Slowly with a heavy heart, he rested the axe near the tree stump then using a finger played on the goat, tracing on her rib cage and poking her, in gloomy tease. He heard the goat whispered, ‘Will you eat me?’
Jack’s apathy was bec of his grandma’s angry retort after he bugged her a times, ‘you’re just hallucinating! cannot you see what this damn drought brought to our senses!’
The woman noticed his lameness, ‘Jack if you want to have a better funeral, butcher it now!
From below, he reluctantly shouted, ‘OK!’
Slowly Jack took the axe and theatrically in slow motion appraised it, in its arc motion, but his attention was caught by its glistening splendor as though the axe steel was pure gold. He raised it and was about to drop it when the goat spoke and catapulted him butt first on the ground.
‘Will you kill a friend Jack?’
Sitting on the ground he was mesmerized, ‘VIXEN, YOU TALKED?’
The old woman was upstairs preparing the poison concoction.
The goat let loose a grunt then, ‘Stand up Silly! Vixen will show how you will live!’
Jack was still incredulous, ‘Is this for real?’
The goat commanded, ‘Untie me moron!’
Jack repeated, ‘Are you really talking?’, touching her ear flaps.
The cow kicked him hard.
‘OW? WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?’
Vixen mocked, ‘want another one?’
Jack noticing his grandma’s annoyed approach, excitedly reasoned,’Grandma look,’ pointing to the goat, ‘Vixen talked.’, as the woman was close, he open his palm for some magical revelation, ‘look Vixen’s dung it has magic!’
Incredulous, the OLD woman now in hot temper, snappily growled, ‘VIXEN TALKED? DUNG FOR WHAT?’She tried to snatched it off and slap into his face when the goat stamped on her harshly, then spoke, ‘OLD WOMAN,’ then in captured attention, grandma was goggle-eyed, ‘if you answer my riddle, you’ll survive!’
The goat delivered the riddle, ‘Black it may be, but of the chasm’s depth veiled a throbbing liFESAVER…’
‘I KNOW!’ Jack enthusiastically bellowed and laughing, ‘bean magic!’
the old woman reaching the pinnacle of shock, fainted.
The goat though as by the signal of fate pounded her foot magically as inception to magical succession about to be Jack’s fortune but then that was how life for Jack Silly and grandma turned into fantasy and magical transition have been we now told of as bed time tale, the story of JACK AND THE BEANSTALK.

That night they planted the bean seeds extracted from the goat’s black dung. Magically, it have grown gigantically reaching to the golden kingdom up in the clouds where innumerable wealth would then enrich Jack so as was told in fairy tale books.

But for that night, they dined in giant bean seeds.

MORAL OF THE STORY: DESPISE NOT THE DESPICABLE IN THEIR FILTH, BEC WITHIN THEM MIGHT BE SOMETHING THAT IN THE FUTURE WOULD BE TO YOU A LIFESAVER…

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BARRACK AND MICHELLE OBAMA & HOW THE PRESIDENCY WAS WON!

NOVEMBER 30, 2012 LEAVE A COMMENT

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I was intrigued, how can a romantic affectionate convolution picture amass million + likes in social networking sites?

Indeed Pres. Obama and wife in that picture of affection publicized a comfortable model of blissful bond. It’s radiating sunny appeal seems an outward manifestation of contentment easily remarkable by that aura of superfluous positivity yet for such picture to attain an outstanding statistical status, it must be something extraordinary but then, on the contrary, it is a simple portrayal of warm affection.

What makes it extraordinary though is not in photographic artistry but bec of personalities portrayed, USA’s superpower couples-Barrack and Michelle.

Amassing such statistical height implies prestige, honor and respect from supporters for such achievement possible, a sign of being upheld so as evident afterwards reaping good reputation to a high pinnacle—the second term of presidency, but why is Obama so loved is a question most Americans can easily notice.

LOVE FOR FAMILY AS EQUATABLE IN LOVING A NATION

Was it not so portrayed in his patriotic servitude as likewise apparent in that famous picture?

Optimism, radiant in the picture seems Obama’s carrier signature campaign slogan. It is an un-worded expression that connects for empathy. Reaping such fame, is it not likewise accredited to that simple gesture of assurance for the people, an optimistic  point of view founded in like-manner of his radiant disposition for Michelle as portrayed in the pic?

I think the moving part may not be on his eminent servitude alone but then on the moving power such disposition of self have been constant as observed—an aura of promising optimism, love and faith. A three-fold cord bind that upholds power in honor—the moving power of victory.

THE ONLY MUTUAL BIND THAT COULD MAKES UNION TO STAND.

In a New York Times article published after the primary, Obama noted that for all people’s differences, he believes there is “a set of core values that bind us together as Americans.” This philosophy stood in stark contrast to the divisive politics of his opponents.

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From this site: COMPLETE OBAMA’S SPEECH 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. (Sustained cheers, applause.)

Tonight, more than 200 years after a former colony won the right to determine its own destiny, the task of perfecting our union moves forward. (Cheers, applause.)

It moves forward because of you. It moves forward because you reaffirmed the spirit that has triumphed over war and depression, the spirit that has lifted this country from the depths of despair to the great heights of hope, the belief that while each of us will pursue our own individual dreams, we are an American family, and we rise or fall together as one nation and as one people. (Cheers, applause.)

Tonight, in this election, you, the American people, reminded us that while our road has been hard, while our journey has been long, we have picked ourselves up, we have fought our way back, and we know in our hearts that for the United States of America, the best is yet to come.

(Cheers, applause.) I want to thank every American who participated in this election. (Cheers, applause.) Whether you voted for the very first time (cheers) or waited in line for a very long time (cheers) – by the way, we have to fix that – (cheers, applause) – whether you pounded the pavement or picked up the phone (cheers, applause), whether you held an Obama sign or a Romney sign, you made your voice heard and you made a difference. (Cheers, applause.) read more 

DENNIS Y BUTIC

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When God played on lil’ Susie

NOVEMBER 24, 2012 LEAVE A COMMENT

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little susie 

bubbly lovely and fragile, an all smile little girl of intangible fluorescence–a blossom too young yet too quick was how evanescence on innocence flourished like picturesque nightmare in rising tempo of red.

‘mama, i lost barbie in the woods, i go find her please?’

‘dear its already twilight, i look for it in the morning.’

twilight was not simply fair. it was a masquerade of the lurking transition, gradual and impoverishingly, evil.

little susie went anyway.

IT WAS THEN WHEN GOD PLAYED ON LITTLE SUSIE.

she broke her ankle sloping down to where the unknown venture rested smoldering. lil’ susie in red gorgeous dress sprawled, her barbie clad in tight possession as she lay broken on hell’s deep of myriad eccentrics. her wound was deep and blood spill profuse as an appeal for the drooling mystique beasts prowling in circles.

‘oh, mama might be worried deep, i have to go home.’

but immobility was how God put a trick on her as the chill of the night was her heartbeat’s pulse.

the howling wind bellowed laughter,

‘oh, lil’ miss is broken, soon she’ll be wolf’ chow!’

a chilling wolf cry seconded eerily. somewhere an ant beseeched threateningly,

‘hey, i knu’ yo arf in trouble but yore sitting on ma dome, move abit or yore dead meat, pal!’

‘oh, im sorry mister.’

lil susie was stalled for the night like a tempting delicacy on a crocodile’s appraising nose. anxiety high rising like mercury incendiary on peril’s lair.

HOW COULD SHE EVER GET HOME TO HER MAMA WITHOUT BEING PIECED APART?

OR, WOULD SHE EVER GETS HOME AT ALL?

a fluttering butterfly drone around, a charm of colors, appealing, soft and kind yet beneath is marred to taint.

‘oh, sweet miss is stuck. oh, mama help me!’

a chirping cricket in animosity piped in smoke,

‘get the hell outa here kid, you’re too appealing for trouble, stray away or be dead!’

trembling, she clutched on the grit instead on wicked jagged wicks.

‘oh, i’m cut.’

bleeding she snappily sucked on her fingers but realizing too late, the wick embedded cut her lips instead.

‘ow! it hurts. if only mama is here, she knows what to do.’

broken ankle? too paralyzing.

gushing wound? weakening. appealing for peril.

a pool of darkened hue was prominent shade on the ground.

nightfall was barely light. perception was on silhouette’s wave as indication of life or wind. neither was there yet sign of threat yet the strangeness of silence is eerie and spooky.

‘lil’ susie’s afraid.’

a wolf cry..long and durably, goosebumps, then intermittently, of many.

struggle was impossible as hypothermia impeded correct judgment and actions. everything around is an ambiance estrange and unfavorable.

for awhile though, reprieve gave her some sleep after sipping on gathered dew, the moon broke in radiance bathing her in glorious balm yet the hope it left, could it be as flickering candlelight withstand the battering tempest?

grit was not her attribute. tenderness was.

to be durable single-handedly is quite a survival disadvantage but somehow she managed to hang on resiliently yet with the intensifying hypothermia how could she sustain?

crack!

a broken twig.

alarm?

looking at the direction, only the sound of gushing wind was present, mocking.

then, a symphony of rhythmic cacophony. were they wolves?

they were heckling coyotes.

‘got lost lil’ princess? hek hek, want a ride home?’

sniffing her wounds, she bellowed a wolf-like howl, long and a wicked tease.

‘get off you bad, ugly…’, smashing a stick yet too thin, it broke.

past midnight.

at home she should have been sound asleep, clutching at her barbie, dreamily and happy. regularly, was mama’s lullabye before sleep, an enchantment she most often hear in state of euphorical dream but now she wished for it longingly, much so, in this state of secluded solitude.

she scribbled randomly on the ground,

‘oh, dear God make my feet to walk. bring mama here, dear lord, am afraid of them’

but no matter what recourse she attempted, futility was her eternal bind and inevitable, an adjective of her dilemma–indeed it was.

‘hek hek hek’ coyote named scar, after a decision, concluded, ‘eat her!’

so as the story goes…

was she indeed?

it is a memoir inherent of nostalgia somehow, aroused in recollection, how it ends, was something of the Almighty’s decision. it is different for everyone even in like situation.

ending*

walking the streets of hollywood, a man, clutched hands in pockets lazily strolling by, whistling, ‘oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light…’

he kicked on a litter hard that he skidded flip-flop butt stump on the ground. an acrobat of waste flew joltingly astray, tabloid clips scattering by a snap, intermittently ahead.

insignificant rubbish yet something out of it stands out, prominent.

sitting hands down, and dusting off debris, he clarified on the attraction. it is an old article yet somehow nostalgic, monumental. the news read, ‘GIRL RAVAGED BY WOLVES’

what provoked him for recollection was its similitude, an old tale, her grandma susie’s everlasting memory–memoirs of a struggle.

HOW DID THE STORY ENDS?

i just told you how.

**all children by heart, i call them lil’ susie.

DENN

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Memoirs of the dEad

Man's intellect have in many cases been a gleaner's scythe for destruction; most often, of precious children lives--ambers coated in bloodbath. Sirens of tragedy, a phenomenal red scare repeating itself perpendicular to history, mourning its constant shadow. 
Unrest in the M.E between Arabs and Israel would always end alike-- destruction.

• I made this poem-blog as a tribute to innocent children's lives shed and unsung.

AMBER OF DEATH VALLEY

I

Glory be heavenly dweller

Of this ruined tabernacle

Thy glory of ember glow

Hallowed be thy cuddling softness

You're magnified, dweller in amber's ruin

II

In the stillness of chasm's rage

Amidst the debris lil Susie curled

In fetal kneel

On thistled grit

Her little sobs

My incense be

III

On meadow's lair she lay

On shackled feet abled

Lil Susie in her last twitch

Of struggle not but gratitude

A smile plastered last

As she glows

Princess of chasm's deep

Ever the charm of death valley

chorus

Sweet dreams lil princess

May the day's shiver be thy dreams' comfort

Sweet dreams lil Susie

Thou princess, prey of nightfall's crest

In sweet melody, oh what shackle worn?

Where feet's shackle shorn

Sleep now where rest is due

Sleep now oh

Nightfall too is sparkling gem

Princess of death valley

Lil Susie, charm of the chasm's deep

SLeep til eternity be

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Excerpted from this site--> here

So they are real. Dead children, killed by an Israeli missile while still in their pyjamas and the sort of clothes suited to playing in the street. The western media has chosen not to show them. But they are all over the media in the Middle East. Is this a cultural difference about death – or a sensitivity (justified or otherwise) that images of dead children are easily conscripted as political propaganda? Nothing can express the horror of war more viscerally than such images. They arrived before me on the same screen that I have previously been writing a letter and playing a silly computer game. My initial reactions were as much physical as emotional. It was as if I didn't know how to process the emotional change that spiked through my body. Later, my own sleepy boy found it puzzling that Dad had just crawled into bed with him.

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