“Duchess By Night is a decadent, sizzling romp; a tale of Historical Romance that is thoroughly enjoyable.”BCM

Lady Harriet, Duchess of Berrow is the portrait of perfection and responsibility. But being a Duchess has turned into a weighty burden and has become intolerably suffocating. The beautiful Lady Harriet has been a widow for more then two years and has lived the luxurious but demanding life of integrity and refinement that is required of her.
When the ducal bonds become too suffocating, Harriet wishes for some sort of diversion that would liven up her world. Why can’t she be more like the ravishing Duchess of Beaumont or the gorgeous Duchess of Cosway?
As Harriet longs for some freedom and distraction, she and her cohorts, a fellow Lord and two Ladies of the Realm, come up with a plan to attend the scandalous party hosted by the infamous Lord Justinian Strange. They decided that Lady Harriet would be disguised as a man so she can remain anonymous.
Lord Justinian Strange also known as Jem, hosts titillating fete’s at his large Country Estate on a continuous basis.
Jem is famous because of his elaborate and scandalous parties and his vast fortune. Anyone daring enough to risk scandal was sure to have a delightful time in his ‘strange’ world.
As a widower and father of an eight year old daughter, Jem is not nearly as peculiar as many would like to believe. The love he has for his adorable daughter Eugenia, keeps Lord Strange from slipping too deeply into the fantastical-world he has created on his Estate.
With an inventive mind and limitless funds at his disposal, why should he not host parties and gatherings where actors, musicians and people from all stations of life could mingle freely and take pleasure in self-indulgence?
When Jem finds himself strangely attracted to the young man called Mr. Cope, he simply can not understand it. He had never considered himself to be a ‘molly’...

Duchess By Night is a lovely story of strictures falling away and the freedom to enjoy life’s pleasures. As Lady Harriet starts to experience life from a male perspective she realizes that she has been missing out on a lot for much of her young life.
I really enjoyed the flow of the story and found that it was somewhat unique, compared to some of the standard historical romances I’ve read. It had an added freshness and there were some encouraging variations from the usual structure.
The characters were convincing and well described. I did find Lord Strange’s limitless amount of money a little over the top, but I guess that is just the view from a ‘regular’ person who isn’t rolling in heaps of money *smiles*.
The parties are lovely and well described. The steamy sex scenes between Harriet and Jem are mouth-watering!
I really enjoyed reading this book and I recommend it!

♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ (7 out of 10 Diamonds) - I really enjoyed it

Link to the Author's Website:
http://www.eloisajames.com/
Link to the Publisher's Website:
http://www.harpercollins.com/Imprints/Avon/

ဒီေန ့ေခတ္လူငယ္ေတြ ျဖစ္ခ်င္တဲ့ဆႏၵေတြအမ်ားၾကီးထဲမွာ...အဂၤလိပ္စာ..တတ္ခ်င္တာလဲပါမယ္ထင္ပါတယ္၊၊ တစ္ခါတစ္ေလ... အရမ္းေလးတဲ့ အဂၤလိပ္စာေတြဖတ္ဖို ့ၾကိဳးစားရင္း အဂၤလိပ္စာ ဖတ္ခ်င္စိတ္ေပ်ာက္သြားတတ္ပါတယ္၊၊ ကြ်န္ေတာ္အၾကံေပးခ်င္တာကေတာ့...ကိုယ္စိတ္၀င္းစားတဲ့... စာတိုစာစေလးေတြစဖတ္တာ...ဒါမွမဟုတ္... "Laughter" ေလးေတြဖတ္တာဟာ..ေပါ့ေပါ့ပါးပါးနဲ ့အဂၤလိပ္စာကို ေလ့လာနိုင္ပါတယ္... ဥပမာ...အခုေအာက္မွာ ေဖၚျပမဲ့ "Laughter" ေလးမွာ... ထူးထူးဆန္းဆန္းနဲ ့စိတ္၀င္စားဖြယ္ Adjective ေတြကိုေလ့လာနိုင္သလို.. ရသေလးတစ္ခုကိုလည္းေပးနိုင္ပါလိမ့္မယ္..ၾကိဳးစားျပီးဖတ္ေစခ်င္ပါတယ္....

The Lone Ranger and Tonto went camping in the desert. After they got their tent all set up, both men fell sound asleep.
Some hours later, Tonto wakes the Lone Ranger and says, "Kemosabe, look towards sky, what you see?"
The Lone Ranger replies, "I see millions of stars."
"What that tell you?" asked Tonto.
The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute then says,

"Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.

"Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.
"Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three in the morning.
"Theologically, the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant.
"Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.
What's it tell you, Tonto?"
“You dumber than buffalo chip.   Someone stole the tent."

only a few things have been happening.  we saw stereolab and the walkmen last week, both at cat's cradle.  both really fun and inspiring and energetic.  i've discovered that i tend to have a much better time at shows if i remember to bring earplugs and stay sober.  that's because i love music and hearing more than i love falling over and going deaf.  i haven't uploaded photos yet, and none of them are spectacular, but i'm sure that will come soon.

i've also been obsessed with how incredible it's always sunny in philadelphia is (a little late, i realize, but hype was slow on this one).  and i've always been a danny devito fan in general, because he seems like a salty uncle.  so that's how i came to the conclusion that i will be danny devito for halloween. 

because he's so fun!

A week ago, my Mom suffered a stroke. (To read more about it check out my previous post titled: The High Cost of Waiting http://relmes.wordpress.com/2008/09/24/the-high-cost-of-waiting/

But we got lucky!!!

The reason I say "we" is because instead of wondering what might have been, we are wondering what is next, and instead of thinking what we could have done in the past to help her, we are thinking of how we can help her in the future and instead of planning a funeral, we are planning her rehabilitation.

As I mentioned in the last post, when the stroke hit, she recognized she was in trouble and she called for help and getting there saved her life.

But as she realizes now, her life in the future will be different.

She is lucky that the damage of the stroke appears to have effected her vision and her memory.

At this time she has lost her right side vision from one o'clock(if you think of looking straight being twelve o'clock) to the right everywhere except on the bottom. This may or may not improve over time.

Her memory has also been effected.

I describe it this way: If all of her memories were on sheets of paper, all categorized and files for easy and quick retreaval, the stroke messed up that filing system and scattered all of the sheets on the floor.

In the first days following the stroke, she had trouble recalling her last name, her telephone number and even the names of her family members. However, she has improved this by studying her "cheat sheets" in order to re-learn these important facts.

Her short term memory has also been effected, because I can have a conversation with her and a few minutes we can be talking about the same things.

A few of things that I have taken away from this learning process;

If you want to learn and anything is possible. Mom has told me many days she will find herself waking up at night and she will invest the time in studying. She view this as a challenge and I am confident that it will pay off. (I have witnessed her improving every day)

Forced learning doesn't stick. Mom said that when she is trying really hard to remember something it doesn't come to her, but when she is relaxed things come much easier. Although I give her credit that her frustration level has been incredibly low. I know if I were in her situation I would be incredibly frustrated.  Just think of how much you retained after cramming for exams in school.

Progress happens when it is enjoyable. Although it has been a tramatic experience for our whole family, I for one have thoroughly enjoyed the time that I have spent with Mom this week. We have laughed (Thank heavens she still has her sense of humour), and we have hugged (she instituted a new family rule that we have to hug each other everytime we see each other) and we have just appreciated the time together.

I know that in my training or coaching sessions I often use laughter as a way to open up the doors of learning, in order to help make the message stick.

As of the time of this post, my Mom is still in the Stroke wing at Grand River Hospital http://www.grandriverhospital.on.ca/ and will probably be there until at least Friday. Then hopefully she will be able to go home, where she will face a whole new set of challenges.

But if I know my Mom, she will continue to face those challenges with the same sense of adventure and humility that she has demonstrated to me this week.

I will keep you posted on her progress. But in the meantime, keep those prayers coming, because I am convinced they are the reason we are all lucky.

It was a strangely anti-climactic day, overall. Not that I expected fanfares or a ticker tape parade, but perhaps some greater feeling. I don't even feel relieved, because it hasn't been a bad month. It's been interesting, mostly, with the occasional craving for foods I can't eat.

I learned that I could radically change how I eat, and, hopefully, could endure any other major lifestyle changes. Perhaps endure isn't the right word here; accept, maybe? Accept is better, because it doesn't have that sense of something unpleasant or punitive.

The food has been good throughout — I've experienced a lot of new flavours and different ways to cook. As someone who spends a lot of time thinking about food and who enjoys cooking, that in itself has been a bonus, and even if I had had a horrible time, that would've made it worthwhile, I think.

There have also been changes to the way I cook, too. I've had to be a little less spontaneous and had to be a little more thoughtful about what I'm eating. This just a necessity on a vegan diet, really, unless you plan on eating nothing but salad. Because it's so restricted in what you can eat, you have to plan ahead a little more, make plans in advance for what's going to be on your plate. You also have to be a little watchful about how you eat, especially with prepared and pre-made foods. I know that I spent an inordinate amount of time squinting at the tiny writing on the backs of ordinary food, quite frequently uttering annoyed grunts of disbelief about what foods might contain hidden dairy or honey; I couldn't even eat Mentos, because they contain beeswax, believe it or not. So in respect of being a little more thoughtful about what I eat, how I prepare it and what goes into it, I've learned quite a bit. In future, I may well end up considering a lot more the means and ways of how I eat.

I've also learned that a lot of people will give you funny looks if you tell them you're a vegan, but that a lot more will be fascinated and intrigued by the idea. Not because they want to become vegans themselves, but because it's something so far outside the boundaries of what they're used to when it comes to eating. All too many people in the UK seem to think a meal isn't complete without meat in it; they seem to believe that without meat it isn't really a meal at all. More like a mea- or something, like it's missing the final letter, as if the meat were something to make it complete. Hey, I rhymed!

I'd like to thank everyone and anyone who was reading along, and I'd also like to especially thank my wife, who has been a constant source of support throughout. She's been interested and interacted with me thoroughly and made it more bearable when I needed some support.

I've definitely enjoyed it, I'll say that. It's uncertain right now, to me, what I'll be eating tomorrow. And that's a strangely liberating feeling, whether or not I end up eating tofu or steak.

For tonight, though, I know exactly what I'll be eating. It just seemed fitting, really.

Tonight, I will be eating felafel, to round things out.

Thanks, everyone! Have a good night eating whatever you feel like :)

Epilogue
The next challenge will be taking place in November. I need a month off, I think.

Anyway, the next challenge will be in November, and will be for NaNoWriMo. Stay tuned!

As part of the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).

In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this news with joy.

Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go.

By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by " v".

During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst place....

Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.

Your daughter, Judith

PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Below, is a short story I wrote.

Who?

Let us assume that we are meeting here, in your head. I can hear you thinking "my head?". I am a voice in your head now, anything you read is a voice in your head. Of course, if the guy who wrote me was a better writer, he would have painted with words, and your head would have been a swirl of colors, places, people… He didn't. I am a voice in your head, and we are meeting now. Good day.

Can you hear me? I'll describe myself, my accent is neutral, you find it hard to place me. My tone is heavy, almost masculine. My diction is clear. I am all around you, both your ears hear me harmoniously.You feel bound and locked in position as if there are ropes tying you to your chair. To be a bit more descriptive, your mouth is gagged and your eyes are covered with a velvet cloth.

Now read the previous passage again. Did you? I know you didn't. Every question that you come across while reading, you skip. You don't answer, or think about it. You expect the answer to follow the question. If I were talking to you though, you'd probably answer my questions. You'd seize the opportunity to talk. That's why I gagged your mouth. I've covered your eyes because sight can be a distraction to thinking, you'd want to look around your own head if I let you see. And you're tied up because that way you can't fight me, you can't protest, and you can't move. Now, every question that follows, is really a question. Think of it, try to answer it, before you move on.

Why are you listening to me? You know you can stop anytime, but you'll continue till I've finished saying what I have to say. You're probably putting off something more important than listening to me, you are promising yourself that you'll do it later. The promises you make to yourself are the easiest to break aren't they?

Did you hurt anybody today? Something that you're regretting now? You must have. I am not saying this because every one does bad things all the time, or because everyone attaches morality to what they do, but because of your karma.

What is karma? Haven't you heard of the concept yet? Karma is what you get and what you are. It's a theory, that says you get what you deserve - in a more sugar coated way. Karma also says that you'll be born again, to repent for your sins. Karma says that you'll be born to satisfy your wishes. So you'll be born to do whatever you wanted to do, but couldn't in your previous life, and also to repent for all the sins you committed then. If I am never going to remember my previous life, why would I repent? I would probably blame luck or fate. (Curious isn't it, how you call bad destiny- fate and good fate- destiny?)

Karma made you read this. If God can control time, why should we be born again? Why can't he just adjust our karma by changing what happened in our previous lives. Weird?

Religion is "Listen to what I say, don't think", you can't write fan fiction for the Ramayana, or the Bible can you?

Morality is very queer. If it weren't for morality, we'd all realize that doing helpful things to other people makes them reciprocate. Morality however blurs this perspective and removes a little bit of relativity. Doing "good" becomes a chore while it could have been more enjoyable.

Speaking of Karma, Kalki runs into my head, white horse and all. Why would God want to destroy the world that he built. This common thread of God taking revenge on us can be found in popular thought. If there was a God, he would be responsible for evil. Maybe God said "I am going to rest on the seventh day", and secretly created evil. Sinister?

If ever God returns (was he here before?), he'd probably help us understand religion. He won't be judging us, or punishing us. He'd tell us all to stop talking, and think. What ever he wants to say however would have already been said. God needn't create a new religion anymore. He can just rip off a the best thoughts from around the world and give it to us. He probably destined google to help him.

Abstinence is another concept that is absurd. Why should you shy away from pleasure. What is the point? If you really want to enjoy yourself in heaven, why won't you do it here?

I know I've been talking quite fast.Your thoughts are muddled now. In a couple of hours you'll find yourself thinking about what I said. I'll release you now. I 'll free your mouth and remove the velvet cloth covering your eyes. I'll untie you and let you free.

You will get up, and be my prophet. I am God.

Cheers

Kaber

P.S: If you liked this short story, you will want to check out these too

i will go so far as to say that j-41 shoes are the best product chrysler has ever put on the market.

Quick-UX provides for the rapid, simple and quantifiable assessment of a product's User Experience (UX). In answering the question of Desirability, "Should I use it?" the sub-category of Aesthetics is one of frequent discussion, especially in the latest wave of online products and how they handle content presentation and interaction.

Today, in the same spirit of Quick-UX, let's take a quick look at an Internet product with an Aesthetic value of 2.

Example: Clean, Sharp, Pleasing and Enjoyable (value = 2)

A good example of the Aesthetic variable value of 2 can be seen in the newly released Chrome browser, from Google. Chrome provides a very minimalistic experience, incrementally revealing more information, on-demand and non-intrusively, right when the user needs it. Chrome also makes sound use of transitions to draw the user's attention to new events and actions further increasing the pleasingly simplified experience of the product.

As the user types into the single textbox, the browser infers what information and actions the user will most likely want to take – presenting the decisions and options at an appropriate time.

Opening a new tab, the user is confronted with a simple transition, bringing subtle, non-disruptive, attention to the unique tab region as well as the location of the newly created tab.

Even the “status bar” only appears when there is something to display (e.g. mousing-over a link).

Over the course of this series (link to initial post) I am providing real-world examples of Aesthetics values…

Clean, Sharp, Pleasing, and Enjoyable (value 2)

Incomplete (value 1)

Overload (value 0)

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Every single feature does NOT have to be crammed into the interface. A smart minimalist design will provide just enough of the core functionality up front, and allow for the gradual introduction of deeper features and extras as the user interacts with the product.

Quick-UX provides for the rapid, simple and quantifiable assessment of a product's User Experience (UX). In answering the question of Desirability, "Should I use it?" the sub-category of Aesthetics is one of frequent discussion, especially in the latest wave of online products and how they handle content presentation and interaction.

The ways by which the product responds to the user's mouse and chosen actions can positively add to the aesthetic, or, if unnecessary or excessively implemented, they can then contribute to the unwelcomed sense of gaudiness. For example, if, to view a larger version of a displayed picture, the user clicks a button, a brief transition is utilized to provide for a clear communication of button-click result, the animation will be appreciated. On the other hand, contrary to the minimalist goals, would be upon clicking the button, the page (the user interface) goes into a series of strange and drawn out animations, with clearly unnecessary special effects and flourishes, or other prompts requesting exactly how much bigger the user wanted the picture before it is ever displayed.

The Aesthetic variable's rubric is:

Over the next few weeks I will be providing real-world examples of Aesthetics values…

Clean, Sharp, Pleasing, and Enjoyable (value 2)

Incomplete (value 1)

Overload (value 0)

Subscribe now (click here) to make sure you don’t miss any part of this series exploring the Desirability and Aesthetics of Quick-UX, the quick and easy method of generating quantifiable and comparable metrics representing the understanding of the overall User Experience of a product, as well as other insightful posts from The Product Guy.

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Holy crap, I'm exhausted.  I'm waking up this fine, Sunday morning at around noon, after well over two full days without sleep.  The events were as follows:

1.) My Friend

So, I met with Tim to have a few drinks Friday night.  I desperately needed the wind down time, and hanging out with Tim has proven a good go-to for enjoyable conversation and too much wine.  I did spill again, but not on him this time.

However, I live in North London, pretty close to the central city, and he lives way the hell out in not-quite-London, so we met halfway in Zone 3.  

Okay, so, I was in the third circle, on that red line in the middle, all the way to where it ends on the left.  I live up in the upper, right-hand side of Zone 2, where the light blue and dark blue lines converge.  It was reeeeeeeaaaally far away.

Anyway, long story short, my night bus, and that bus only, was on strike.  So, I had to find an alternative bus, and change busses like eight times in the West End.  I got a very in depth view of nighttime London trying to get the hell home after our would be quiet-night-drinking.

I fell into bed at around 6am, setting my alarm so I'd get up in time to meet PhD Guy at 1pm, as planned.

2.) My Date

Hungover and feeling near vomiting, I managed to wake up a few hours after arriving home and pull myself into my pre-arranged date outfit that I'd decided on with Jane, however, due to the colder-than-anticipated weather, opted for my knee-high zip up boots rather than the little blue ballet flats I was going to wear.  I bought a calms-the-stomach,-you-stupid-drunk pill from the local chemist, and boarded a bus.

I met him on the nicer high street in nearby Islington, and we stopped into a cafe and had a few sodas, chatting amiably.

Though clearly a little nervous, he asked me lots of questions and seems genuinely interested in me and my thoughts on things.  The chatting about music was great, as he's a bassist, but some of my other interests, like film and certain historical obsessions, he doesn't really know anything about.  This doesn't deduct any points from his potential, it's just getting a handle on what I have to work with here.

We were cut off by some sort of "don't stab people" protest on the street, involving people dressed as cops, surgeons, and mourners, complete with people carrying a coffin, passed directly by where we were sitting.  This seemed to be our cue to leave.

We then stopped and had lunch at this Pan-Asian place that Jane and I frequent, for no other reason than I was craving the aloe-vera soda they have there.  Sounds gross, but is really amazing.  Seriously.

The food is always good, and I was starting to feel much better, so I was putting myself into the conversation more.  You have to be really aggressive with the wait staff in this place to get them to pay even the slightest attention to you, so I was continually being very American and flagging them down when we needed something.

This backfired at the end of the meal, when they put the check down in front of me, rather than my date.  This was later made a joke of, but if I do end up dating an English guy, I'll probably have to get used to people assuming I wear the pants in the union.

There was also an incredibly awkward, drawn out moment where the waiter stood, hovering and silent, over the table while he waited for PhD Guy's credit card to clear, for a really, really long time.  We basically had to run out of the restaurant to not burst into laughter in front of the guy.

We then walked through the street fair/farmers market that was going on in the back of the burrough, and found another gastropub to have a few sodas in.  This one had a rooftop terrace that we sat in and chatted about college during a fleeting moment of clear sunlight and perfect crisp breeze.  

I reminisced about a few of my friends so well that it actually made me pretty nostalgic.  There was this great story about my friend getting his Wii, and all but one game stolen, while I was asleep in the next room ... and the SheCop came and left her fingerprint kit ... *sniff*

Anyway, it started to get late, and I had to be into work at 6, so we caught a bus over to the burrough where the bar is, but got there about 40 minutes early.  So, beginning to deplete quickly, I advised we buy some Red Bull from the corner shop and walk around a bit.

We ended up exploring the Older-than-Dirt cemetery that's really close to where I work.  I've never been so far into it, and it winds and winds for miles.  Everything is ivy-covered and overgrown and the graves are stacked very far back, with crumbling tombstones.  It could've potentially turned into a romantic, covert trysting opportunity, but again, he was kind of nervous, and it was more of a lets-make-jokes-and-talk-more kinda thing.

It was still pretty romantic, but just in a less sexually-charged way than I thought it'd be.  We had a competition to find the oldest death date in the outer-area of the cemetery where we were.  I think I won with an 1830 death date.  For some man whose tombstone read, "Here Lies (Georgian name), who died, suddenly, in Scotland."

I laughed over this for a while, and PhD Guy was politely confused as to why it entertained me so.

We parted ways at 6 when I had to be into work.  He gave me a hug and I told him I'd had a good time, and he said all the usual awkward parting stuff about maybe hanging out again.  

Afternoons are a weird time for the first date, methinks.

3.) My Job

Okay, so in boots with heels, I stood for the next eight hours, serving drinks and slowly dying.  My body is completely racked, and I think I'm just going to lay flat on my face for a while.

PhD Guy sent me a text asking to not be put off by the fact that he lives kind of far away, and that he had a great time and would love to see me again.  I returned a text with matching sentiment, though I'm still not completely sold on the guy.

I like him, he's very sweet, but I wasn't feeling a ton of sexual tension.  It might just be because he was a bit nervous, perhaps that will pass if we meet at night, or something.  He's very charming and fun, and I'm just stingy I guess.

We'll see what happens.

This was a pointless post.

**SIDENOTE** I've probably only spoken 10 words the entire day, "I'm living in my brain and loving the view"
   SO the movie ends up being "Brave heart" and I'm like "cool" Mel Gibson (edited for hardcore "The Passion" fans :) )is always good. so I float through that, and some bullshit paragraph about what patriotism means to me, and PEACE...class is over. Now I'm here...where is here exactly, well a this particlar moment in your brain :)
I enjoyed my day, how was yours?
Peace

Bejing has been so emotional and thanks lot for such sport and need to be improved, involving more countries as China is a great paradigm for it as for it’s encouragements provide to their athletes, it has been proved as there was only and only one contestant in such sports event before as reported in international media, now with so much pleasure inviting other in its own land to take part in the variety of sports competition.

Thanks lot for these sport community who concrete this Sports meeting and will be more and more delighted with fun, excitement, amusing, animation, enjoyable, enthusiasm, pleasurable, adventure, attractive, high spirits, satisfaction and eagerness to reach to the top , that the best way to show more and more example of this way of challenging thinking and challenging spirits . do enjoy and share the way you feel thus with others , as it’s really a win win situation and have progressively reach to everyone considering for this way of doing sports .

Each one who share in every way to make it a great element in sport and take advantage of all the benefit received will surely be a great time in their single life proficiently. As a member of this occasion will definitely have lots to talks and share as it’s a memorable adventure on its own basis.

Smile and be happy

C4luv ……………….