Printable Shopping List

Does anyone know where I can get a blank shoppling list? I am looking for a shopping list that I can print off so that it is easier to do my grocery shopping. It just has the names of items, such as butter, baked beans, sugar, milk etc. and you can select which items you need each shopping. Cannot find one on the internet.

How to printing exactly on a blank area that I left before? I want to print some prizes list for each item in my shop so that I set up a layout with some general detail such as name, prize, size, etc. Beside these detail, I left a blank area for each in order to use them for every items and I already printed them out with the blank like "__________". Can you tell me how to set up a page to print the detail in the blank area for each without printing a new one (because I printed a lot)?? Thanks a lot!

What are some stores (online shopping only) that are good for dorm things? As some of you saw in my last question, I was told by my stepdad that I have to get all dorm things for Christmas this year, and that I have to have a list in to him by November 1st. I've already gone through: Target Walmart K-Mart Circuit City Best Buy Linens N things Bed Bath and Beyond Apple Store What are some other stores that I should look at? I'm drawing a blank . . . . Thanks oh, and Ikea, too. Thanks, guys!

Write correct in the blank if the italicized verb agrees with its subject. If the verb is incorrect, write the? 1. The potholes in the parking lot make driving difficult. 2. The purpose of the two assignments was not clear to the students. 3. One of the librarians are holding a book for me. 4. Everybody in the front of the classroom seem to make good grades. 5. A bowl of cereal and a chocolate-chip cookie is all I have eaten today. 6. Apples and bananas was at the top of Avery's shopping list. 7. Beatrice's uncle or her aunt always comes to her rescue when she runs out of money 8. The blue notebook or the two red ones belongs to Mickey. 9. Why has class been canceled today? 10. Here is the assignments for the next two weeks.

Going Grocery Shopping? I need ideas or suggestions. I am going grocery shopping and drawing a blank and what to write on my list. What are some products that you really like and always get, when you go grocery shopping?

started wiriting a book read the first two chapters tell me wat u think then list sum action i can use, plz ty? after reading can some one please list a couple of challenges they faced through high school when being the new girl or any drama that i could maybe use please and thanks: Chapter 1: Ugh plz tell me why am I here! Ashlee sat in the silently freezing cold math classroom wrapped up in her wool BGBC cardigan resting her head on the smooth wooden desk in boredom after hearing Ms. Mac go on and on about her lecture about not being late to class Ashlee tried her best to tune her out even though it was basically all her fault they was getting yelled at. But you couldn’t exactly blame it on all her. I mean give her a break when it’s your first week of a new school (boarding school at that) and it’s so huge that you actually get lost on campus of course you’ll be late to class! Well not exactly thirty minuets tardy like Ashlee but lets just say not on time. See. Ashlee didn’t really care to be here even though she was going to one of the best school in the entire nation she could careless. After her father caught her coming home at three in the morning barely able to walk because of all the alcohol she had at the senior party her parents made her leave their mansion back in California to attend Hilton Square boarding school and boy was she pissed. Cali was her life. Her friends, pink convertible mustang, and shopping spree down Hollywood blvd. She doesn’t have a clue on how she’s going to survive here on campus in New York. Gosh it was a whole different environment! In California Ashlee could go to the beach and lay out to tan when ever she felt but it’s like impossible to do that here with all the snow and not a single beach around. And don’t even mention social life! In California Ashlee was you typical rich, blonde, beauty. A popular preppy girl you get me? She was so well known that even though she’s only a freshmen she got invited to upper classmen parties every weekend. Here she refused to even say hi to anyone because she assumed they’re all stuck up…like she isn’t. Her mom and Dad spoiled her with anything she wanted, she only wear designer clothes, and wasn’t friend with anyone who’s daddy didn’t have a wealthy bank account…like that isn’t snooty, but not only is she refusing to talk to anyone at H.S.B.S she’s also rejecting her mom and dad phone calls. After basically ruining her teenager years she maybe she’s over reacting but doesn’t even want to speak to them…point blank! Chapter 2: What she doesn’t need “Finally out of that classroom of pure hell.” Ashlee sighed to herself while walking down the freakishly empty spacious hallway with the nice glass like pattern tile floors that made a loud thump noise from her slouching in her Ugg boots. “Hey Ashlee! Ashlee Monroe wait up!” A voice called from behind. Who could that be Ashlee pondered not remembering if she knew anyone with a English Accent. She slowly turned around with her straight blonde hair following flipping from one side of her shoulder to the other. “Uh… Do I know you?” Ashlee questioned when the handsome brown straight hair but yet a messy cute look to it finally caught up to her. “I’m Jay. Jay Channing.” The tall slender boy with the dreamy brown eyes put his hand out for Ashlee to shake it. Instead Ashlee wrapping both of her arms around her heavy school books squeezing them tightly as an excuse to shake them. She didn’t find it being cold, she just hope he got the picture that she didn’t want to be bothered. “Well Jay Channing, your name and face doesn’t ring a bell.” Ashlee sternly stated before trying to walk away. Jay jerked his head back in confession of why Ashlee pushed him off, most girls would have flirted with him instantly he was the hottest guy at H.S.B.S and had never been turned away. He quickly gripped Ashlee hand to where she couldn’t get way as she was wanted. She puffed while turning back around to face him with a what-the-hell-do-you-want expression on her, which Jay think is cute face. “Yeah I’m sure me and a hundred of other student on campus that you aren’t familiar with, that’s why Ms. Aide wanted me to be your mentor and escort for this week or at least until your comfortable with this school.” “My mentor?” “Yeah you know showing you to you classes, helping you with work-” “I get the point I’m not stupid you know? But I don’t need a guidance or adviser and all that unnecessary stuff so just tell Ms. Aide I said no thanks.” “Well if you ever need help with anything just call me.” “Okay will do.” Ashlee precisely made a u turn hoping Jay wasn’t following her. “Wait! You don’t even know my number!” Jay yelled before Ashlee could exit the school. “My cell isn‘t on me!” Ashlee shrugged her shoulder with a smirk before opening the front door and skipping out. Jay stood in the hallway rubbing his hairy chin feeling drover than ever. “Was my hair too greasy, did I have something in my teeth, was I musty?” Jay sniffed his armpits but all he smelt was fresh axe. “Why did she

Is this a good first chapter? Chapter One- What Worrier? “ Heather I am hungry!” Sophia yelled. I put my math homework in my brown backpack and ran out of my green room down the twisty stairs to the dinning room. “What would you like Sophia?” “Hmmmmm pancakes with strawberries mixed in.” Rose walked up to me. “And I want.....” “Why don’t you all just write down what you want?” The words “Good idea dork.” and “ I wish I came up with that.” Was mumbled between Rose and Mark. Two minutes later I got passed a list, well more like thrown. I entered the kitchen. I opened the small white lined paper. On it had a list. Mark: chocolate chip pancakes Sophia: strawberry pancakes Rose: waffles John: Omelette “Great.” I said sarcastically. “ Rose!” I yelled. “I need to go to the store to get some stuff ok?” “Fine but be quick about it!” She quickly replied. “I’m just going to make a list!” “Do I care?” She asked. I ran down to my green room. When I arrived there I grabbed a blank piece of paper. I made a list on it. The list looked something like this. Shopping List 1. chesse 2. pancake mix 3. waffles 4. syrup 5. strawberries 6. chocolate chips 7. butter I picked up the small piece of paper and stuffed it in my small pocket in my purple sweat pants. I grabbed my blue tee shirt and my black running shoes. The store was only a block from my house but still I only wear my pink flip- flops to the beach. After that long pause I ran out the only door I was allowed to use, the one in my room. I jogged outside. Don’t worry I am not one of those boring people who always fall. I am pretty athletic. Within 3 minutes I was at the store. There was a big sign of the store that read: TRAIL ROAD GROCERY STORE Slowly I entered the store painting. I grabbed a grocery cart and pulled out my tiny list. I started over to the produce area. When I turned to grab the strawberries I saw a man looking at me from afar. He was really hansom and well dressed but he had the same black hair as me. I quickly grabbed the strawberries and started walking down to the dairy isle to grab some butter and chesse. Once I arrived there I looked behind me to make sure that the man was not following me. And just my luck of course he was behind me. Evan though Rose and John told me never to talk to strangers I just had to get him to stop following me. “Hey Mr..................” “Heather you are in deep, deep danger.” He interrupted me quietly. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Has anything ever happened to you that you couldn’t explain?” He replied. “Yeah, allot.” I said after allot of thought. “Do know what happend?” “No.” “ I don’t have much time so let me make this short. You are a sprit worrier.” “A what worrier?” I replied. “A sprit worrier. They can talk ,see and fight sprits. There are only five left in this world, Mary Anne Sue, James John Sue, Peter Dart Mouth, me and you. Heather Tomas Nickel you are a sprit worrier.” “But why am I in danger?” “Every sprit worrier is in danger. Many sprits are after them. I don’t have much longer to talk, but call me whenever something weird happens.” He gave me a bisnuss card. Then quickly and swiftly he ran out the door. I looked at the card he gave me. On it it said: Tomas Van Deitzel Owner of The Daily Prophet Phone- 250-554-8989 Cell- 250-443-9043 Address- 443 Fishing Road “Tomas Van Deitzel, Eh?” I exclaimed out load. Interesting. I grabbed the milk and chesse and started over to the pancake mix, then waffles, then chocolate chips then syrup. I prosed to the checkout counter and paid the total of $13.89. I started out the door. To my surprise Robert was there. “Hey Heather.......” I exited the building and started running home. “What’s eating her?” He exclmed. Once I arrived home I ran to the kitchen made everything that everyone wanted. I gave the food to everyone and rushed to my room. Quickly I opened my diary and flipped to an empty page. I wrote: Dear Diary, Today was very wierd. I met a man named Tomas Van Deitzel. Apparently I am a sprit worrier. Now I know why every thing has been happening. A spirt worrier is a person who can see, talk and fight spirts. Tommarow I am going to call Tomas and find out more. Also tommarow is Robert’s birthday! Yea! Bye Till Then Heather It's by a ten year old.

Is this a scam? craigslist housekeeper.? I know this is long, but please read and reply, thanks. My mother recently replied to a craigslist posting from a man in England who will be moving to the US and needs a housekeeper. This posting seems odd for a numer of reasons, also there is another posting from a man in Italy with a lot of the same characteristics. Here are the postings: Hello, Thanks for your email and respond toward the CLEANING position , I'm Barry BLANK. and My wife's name is Rebbeca BLANK, she's 5 months pregnant and this is our first born baby. We are relocating to your Area from London, England. I'm coming there to do some contract basis with United States Environmental Protection Agency on a private research work. However, I need someone who will help me to take care of the house by doing some house work while am off to work. Someone that will also help in running some errands. I will be offering you $450 weekly, I will be needing your services for three hours at any suitable time of yours , Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. If you believe you are fit for this position in as much you will prove yourself to be a reliable and good person. My financier will be making out a check to you before my arrival, I will instruct him to pay you for the first two weeks so as to secure your service. You will be receiving an overpayment bank check which you will deduct your pay for the first two weeks and you will be using the remaining to buy foodstuffs and other things needed in the house , you will also be getting this foodstuff before our arrival day which is February 15th 2010. Actually our flights from England will arrive at nights so you will be getting the foodstuff in the morning and making all other preparations. I will also instruct my estate agent to mail the keys of the house to you so that you can do all other necessary preparations before we arrive, I will also email you the shopping list. You have to get all this shopping before our arrival so that we wont have to start running around when we arrive, So my financier would be needing the following Information to make out the check. Full Name: Full Mailing address include zip code: Age: Gender: Phone number: Acceptance of offer: All I need from you is total honesty and sincerity, I will be waiting to hear from you. Thanks, Barry BLANK *And: Dear Interested Applicant: Please reply back to: BLANK@ymail.com Thanks for your response toward the Job position, I'm William BLANK and My wife is Elizabeth, We have a 2 kids namely Josh (4yrs) and Dainne (2 1/2yrs), we have been married for 10 years now, I am 41 yrs and my wife is 37 years. We are relocating to the US from the Italy because i recently got a new Job with the United Nations but i can not do without my family because they are my first priority so i'll be moving to the US with my family for the below listed programs: *Round table on “Inclusive Youth Policies and Violence Prevention”. *The Globalization and Information and Communications Technology. *Campaign against Human Trafficking *Sixth Meeting of the Global Youth Advisory Panel *Focusing the Youth Agenda: the World Programme of Action for *.Collective Security Treaty Agenda. I am searching for someone who could help take care of my house,Help my Wife and watch my Son. while am off to work also Someone that can help in running some errands majorly for my wife because of her present condition, She recently got involved in a car accident and was hospitalized, she's doing better now but will need someone to do most of her errands for her. I'm willing to offer you $450 weekly, i will be needing your services for only 4 hours at any suitable time of your/day, Mondays through Fridays. I believe you will be fit for this position in as much you will prove yourself to be a reliable and good person. We have a financier that is based in the United states and he will be handling the payment and some other expenses, so he will be the one that will be taking care of your payment, I will instruct him to pay for the first 1 week before my arrival so as to secure your service, i will extend the payment if am satisfied with your service after 1 month. My financier is a reputable man in the US and he works with one of the biggest companies, so the payment will either be a personal check or a company check, my financier will be making out a check to you before my arrival, you will be receiving a check of $3850.00 out which you will deducting your pay for the first 1 week and you will be using the remaining to purchase the FURNITURE that will be needed in the house,CLEANING MATERIALS and KIDS TOYS. There will be a list of specific toys and cleaning materials as soon as am sure that the payment has been sent to you. I will also let you know who to purchase the furniture from after you have received the payment. I will instruct my estate agent to mail the keys/Address of our home to you so that you can do all necessary preparati

Is my use of English correct? Can someone take a look at the following paragraphs and give some suggestions so that they can be more fluent and gramatically correct? Family Dinner at Spring Festival In recent years, as economy thrives, more and more people prefer dining out during the Chinese New Year. Since it was too troublesome and tiring, my wife and I didn’t bother cooking at home either. Being cheap and convenient, dining at restaurants was a better option. Unfortunately, we were told that suites of the restaurant had already been fully booked months ago, so we could only dine at home. My wife said, ‘You can take this chance to show your talent as a gourmet!’ ‘From the ancient times to the present, gentlemen keep themselves away from kitchens. We scholars always have high aims but low abilities.’ I smirked. At Last I was still forced to be the chef for the family dinner in the year of ox. I first drafted a shopping list: three fresh fish, weighing half a catty each; two and a half catties of sliced lamb; three catties of fresh prawns and two catties of pork… I guessed two hundred yuan would do. My wife’s parents both come from the northeast China and Mongolian hotpot is their favorite. My daughter and her husband are born in the 70’s, while my grandson is born in the 90’s. The teens nowadays are increasingly apathetic toward the celebration of Chinese New Year. When talking about all the customs of Chinese New Year, their mind simply turns blank. Therefore, I am going to give them a good revision during the family dinner.

Need help on selling a car on Craig's List? Already have it listed, just have some questions.? Let me know if this is legit...doesn't sound like it at all, but this is my first time doing this. I copy and pasted this email that I received...second one like this...seems too easy...figuring it probably is. Sounds Good, I will handle the shipment myself via a private shipper, They will come for pick up when you must have gotten your cash at hand from the bank or a Cashing point and cash it instantly. They will prepare all shipment papers and also Bill of sales. The vehicle will also be Insured by my shippers. About the payment, the payment will be made via Check. There is something that i will like to point out about this Check. Visit www.checkcomposer.com, signup on the website and i will send Information to run the program.... You will need 2. Business Blank Check paper. 3. Magnetic Versa Ink. 4. I will provide Bank Account #, Routing # and also Company's Information. You can purchase these items from Officemax, Shopping mall, Staples and

Going Album Shopping...again? Have any suggestions? Any Dope album or albums would be helpful...i'm drawing a blank and can't think of many albums...Anything you feel is worth picking up would be great. ...and if you want list some alternative music then you can list that too... fashawn-boy meets world....i heard he was something serious....

english help please? fill the blank very easy 10 pts? use a form of these words and fill the blank: forget harm tend expose accept let examine replace apply fortune equal sooner or later it's something taht everyone does: forgetting about the money in the pocket.coins survive the experience relatively (1) ............, but the same is not true for banknotes. These have a (2)................ to disintegrate as a result of prolonged (3)........... to the forces of heat.in britain it is possible to send damages banknotes (4)................ for use in shops and other retail (5).......... , here experts will give the note a thorough(6)......... and if it is indeed a remain of a real banknote they will sand you a (7) .................. or at least a cheque. According to BEMS they receive over 500 (8)........... weekly, puppy dogs also figure on the list of offenders as do people who wide their saving in rather (9)........ places such as mmicrowaves. Even banks make use of this service as happened when a number of braches found that their burglar-proof and fireproof safes were not (10) ..... water proof thanks

my husband is a picky eater.. and My mind is blank? we're going grocery shopping and I have no idea what to buy.. It's always kinda stressful! he won't touch veggies, tuna or salmon.. I have like 3 things on our list and I've been filling it out for like an hour now. any tips, grocery list ideas, meal ideas will be greatly appreciated been there done that. we have the same thing over and over again.. and he gets the same junk food lol lol I don't want to be a bad wife I'm just trying to find some ideas. I like the idea of sneaking stuff into food.. And he won't touch a tomato or pepper..... Yeah he's actually ended up liking quite a bit of my food that I like.. it's just tough tryin to get him to taste it lol he's 22 goin on 3

poll : checkoff list of me and you? check off the things you like , and leave the blank the things you dont, about me. 1.brown hair 2.brown eyes 3.grunge head 4.skinny jeans and converse 5.eyeliner 6.sensative 7.kurt cobain is my idol 8.john lennon is my idol 9.i make up random theories 10.i dislike people who dislike kids 11.i hate shopping, but i go cuzi have too 12.i love the 80s and 90s 13.i can be anti soccial sometimes 14.i have too meny friends 15.too generouse 16.lazy 17.love writting 19.love reading WHICH OF THESE QUALITIES DO YOU FIND IN YOURSELF, GOOD OR BAD ?

Creating a link in a new window in my converted Oscommerce shopping directory? Does anyone know what code I need to add to the following for it to open in a new window?? case 'PRODUCT_LIST_BUY_NOW': $lc_align = 'center'; $lc_text = '<a href="' . tep_href_link(FILENAME_REDIRECT, 'action=url&goto=' . urlencode($listing['products_url'])) . '">' . tep_image_button('button_buy_now.gif', IMAGE_BUTTON_BUY_NOW) . '</a> '; break; Should I insert "target="_blank" ?

CAN YOU TELL ME THE SKILLS NEEDED TO BE A RETAIL ASSISTANT? Im applying online for a shop at TopShop but the application form had a bit where I need to list a list of skills I have that rae essential for the job. My mind gone blank.. can anyone give me some good words to put in please?

Applying for a job with no previous experience? I'm 17 and want a job working at a shop, cafe or something at weekends, however all the applications I've looked at ask you to list your previous qualifications, employment and references from previous employers. The only qualifications I have are GCSEs should I just leave the employment details blank? Wont they be more likely to want someone who actually has experience? rainbowfizz: I did do work experience but it was as a classroom assistant in a primary school, so I don't know if that's relevent to working in a shop

Any good websites for Eid shopping? Eid is approximately one week and my little sister who's 7 years ols still hasnt got a dress so i really need a list of websites i can take a look at (UK WEBSITES)!! ive already taken a look at cuckoo fashion rani fashion/diya fashion so i'm kind of stuck and have just blanked out! i've already searched google a dozen times and no useful websites come up. Ide really appreciate it if someone helped me out and ofcourse 10 POINTS TO WHOEVER GETS THE BEST ABSWER XD THANKSSSSS SADIA AND AN EARLY EID MUBARAK :D X

i need good suggestions and ideas? My mom wants me to create a christmas wish list, and i have a few items already, but now, i'm drawing a blank. she needs specific type things on the list to help her shop. i would like some suggestions/ideas to put on this list. thanks. my interests: art, fashion, makeup, reading, writing, games, school, television, MOVIES, travel, etc.. i'm fourteen years old and a girl, if that helps. lol I'm just asking for suggestions on any products that you guys like.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!? Okay, so I'm crazy. But I LOVE Christmas. I started doing my shopping a couple of months ago and I have a few blank spots on my list that I need some help with! My daughter goes to her Grandma's 2 days a week (she won't let us pay) and to home daycare 3 days a week (we pay). What do you suggest getting these very important people for Christmas? I was thinking of doing $100 cash each or $50 cash and a small gift. Many people have told me to avoid knick-knacks, but what do you get instead of knick-knacks? Do you bake cookies or other Christmas goodies? Also, do I give them each the same thing or something different? Do I give my mother-in-law something a little more special since we don't pay her? I want to give them something special. They both take SUCH great care of my daughter and I want them to know how much I appreciate it! Thanks for all your answers!

Which skateboard is the best outta the ones listed below for a beginner skater? Which one is good for a beginner skater: Blank deck Zero Enjoi Element Baker Blind Zoo York Alien Work Shop Almost Thnx for your help and time!

Where can I buy uncensored Compact Disks? Not Walmart, I know that for sure. They stock hack jobs with (for example) the F-word blanked out. How about Best Buy? Please list other shops.

Hey guys,get this! Larry Craig got caught up in a vast left-wing conspiracy? New Conspiracy theory: Craig never did anything wrong or even tried to .He was the object of a sting set up by Democrats. The whole thing is a fraud to replace him with a Democrat in his Senate seat. (blank "You gotta be kidding me"stare) Anyway.... Excuse me, I must go answer the door. It's santa Claus and he wants to make a list to help get a jump start on the holiday shopping.No really,Santa is at the door as we speak.

Mall Scavenger Hunt Lists? I am having a Mall Scavenger Hunt with 7 of my friends and i want 50 items on the list. They wont have to get them all but each one will be worth a certain amount of points depenending on the hardenss of them. im at 33 right now so i need more: Scavenger Hunt List 1. A coffee sleeve from Seattle’s Best 2. A tiny sample spoon from an ice cream store 3. Jamba juice menu 4. A picture of your entire group together in front of Nordstrom’s 5. Shopping bag - 3 point bonus to team with the largest bag 6. 50 % off sign 7. Price sticker or price tag 8. A perfume sample 9. An ATM envelope 10. A store catalogue 11. 2 paper napkins (each with a different restaurant name or logo) 12. A shoe box 13. Disposable toilet seat cover 14. Blank Gift Card 15. Take a short video of your group signing to the cashier at Pac Sun 16. A picture of your group all in fancy dresses 17. How much is a small Orange Julius? 18. 3 Business Cards 19. Mascara Brush, Eye shadow brush, lip gloss brush 20. Get a bag from any store different from the one you got in #5. Have it signed by a store employee. 21. Learn the first names and birthdays of 5 people who work at the mall including the year they were born and the store they work in 1. _______________________________________ 2. _______________________________________ 3. _______________________________________ 4. _______________________________________ 5. _______________________________________ 22. Cup from Specialty’s Café and Bakery 23. One Lego piece from Lego store 24. A candy bag from the Sweet Factory 25. Salon price menu 26. Hallmark Card 27. Hand sanitizer 28. Get a Pair of the little sample sock things 29. Have a person get a make over from MAC in Nordstrom’s 30. Ketchup Packet 31. A skate or surf company sticker 32. A Gumball 33. Credit Card application if you read all i of that i feel sorry for you... haha

Ways to annoy people...? Accuse people of "glue sniffing addictions" in public. Add blank entries to a list, to make it look like it's longer. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way". After visiting the local donut shop, sit on the floor cross-legged and insist in a childish voice that you haven't received enough chocolate sprinkles. Announce when you're going to the bathroom. Answer every question with another question. As soon as one of you says a statement instead of a question, shout "I win!". Any time a member of the opposite sex tries to talk to you, hold your hand up to prevent them from saying anything and say, "Look, I know what you're going to ask me... For the last time, no, I will NOT go out with you." Arrive at a meeting late, say you're sorry, but you didn't have time for lunch, and you're going to be nibbling during the meeting. Then eat raw potatoes. As much as possible, skip rather than walk. I'll add more As people talk, smell their shoulders. Ask 1-800 operators for dates. Ask people to prove everything they say. (e.g. "I'm Bob, nice to meet you..." "PROVE IT!") Ask people what gender they are. Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend." Ask to "interface" with someone. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles." At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!" At a restaurant, repeatedly send your food back for changes and after awhile insist that, "This isn't what I ordered!" At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down. At random times in a conversation, say "Hi," "Hello Sir, how are you?" or "Have a good day, thank you." At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks. Bark like a dog whenever anyone says the word "the." Be "in conference" all the time. While driving if you see a "How am I driving" bumper sticker, call the number and inform the operator that the driver is doing a great job. Whenever someone lights a cigarette, tackle the person and yell "Stop, drop, and roll!" When riding up an elevator with a stranger, start singing a song that everyone knows, then expect them to start singing too. If they do not start singing, insist, “Everyone knows that song. Are you stupid?” When giving directions, leave out a turn or two. Walk up to random people and ask them, very seriously, "Do you know the muffin man?" Go up to a someone and say, "Are you annoyed by irrelevant questions?" And then walk away very quickly. Grin so wide it hurts your cheeks at every salesperson in town. Insist on buying airplane tickets for friends to "save them money." Make sure the plane departs at 5AM and the tickets are non-refundable. Point out that you didn't really save them any money. On a hot summer day, ride up and down the road and drench pedestrian

clothes for back to school? i have a budget of about $200 thats about it for clothes and was wondering what i should get this 200 is for clothes and accesories(wich i rareley get) and a bag and possibley shoes depends i go shopping at the mall i go to debs but thats not important i wanna know wat i should get i need a list of stuff b/c i am drawin a blank wen it comes to fashion about me : im 15 , going into 9th grade (freshmen) ,like emo stuff but dont wear it, wear alot of black (want somthing diff and colorful but still have black in it lol),a bit big like size 16 jeans and L to XL depends ya know anyway i just need links or polyvore outfits somthing i need a bac to school first day outfit and just general wear for through out the year plz help me & thnx

I'm having a problem with my verizon wireless W385 cell phone.. please help!? I was in the middle of texting someone because they are tux shopping for prom, and he was sending me a picture of the vest he was about to purchase. however, it said it failed to download (i had no service) so i turned my phone off then back on, and when i went to my messages, it said there was no messages in my inbox or sent box when i had about 60 in both. i turned my phone off and then on again, but the same thing happened. i tried going to my contact list, and picking, "send text message," but no blank message shows up. so basically, i can't recieve messages, send them, or even type them. its like texting had been completely wiped off my phone! its insane. I asked my parents if they blocked it, even by accident maybe, and they said they didn't, they even checked. my phone is about a year and 3 months old, and my contract expires in november. what should i do? should i take it to verizon, or what?

Baby shower RANT am I being ridiclous? My baby shower is in 3 weeks. My mother is suppose to be "planning/hosting" it with the help of my extremely excited 11 year old daughter. Unfortunately, she hasn't done a single thing towards the planning except buy the invitations and they havenot been filled out or mailed out yet. Also, A friend of mine was going to help co-host but my mother rescheduled the party without consulting with her and now my friend will not be able to even attend, so she's understandably dropped out of helping with the planning. I guess this triggered a domino effect as my mother has not done anything to plan it. As a result, I have ended up buying all the games, decorations and favors for the shower due to the fact that my daughter thinks that she is in charge of the shower and therefore, I have taken her shopping and we have picked out all of these things, which I of course paid for. Mom has not even gone with us to do this. However, What she has done is: dictate how many games will be played, what food we will eat (she's asked family to make and bring food, and determined WHO will be invited, weather I know them or not. There is a guest list of 48 people, only 8 of them I would have invited my self. (guest list is atrocious! and I will forever be humilated for inviting complete strangers. They are all going to think I'm a gimmie gift hog!) My sister is making the cake, Thankfully she offered to do it as a gift to me. Basically, I have put together and PAID for a really nice shower for myself, with the help of my 11 year old. Mom just has to address and send out the invites, that is IT! But OH NO why would she do that. My shower is in 3 weeks and she just sent all 48 blank invites to my house for my 11 year old daughter to fill out. And because it is so close, all my friends and family have been asking if there will be a baby shower at all and asking when it will be. My mother's response to them is that she's "hosting the shower with her granddaughter and that her granddaughter is doing the hosting but she's FINANCING the whole party". Seriously! she tells everyone that SHE is paying for a party that my daughter and I have planned and I have paid for. I'm so annoyed and already disappointed and really really scared to see how the party is going to turn out. My daughter has taken all the stuff we bought to her house (me thinking this would put a fire under her) so she's aware that party is coming up. SHE NEVER EVEN TALKS ABOUT IT! unless we bring it up) SO What makes her think she has the right to dictate all the details of this party but not actually do any of the planning or paying of it???What the heck is this all about???? I know I'm preggo and super hormonal so please tell me if I'm acting ridiclous or not.

IS THIS TRUE? IT'S THE 50 RULES FOR WOMEN......? ITS FROM FLOWGO 50 Rules For Women This is a list of rules that guys wished women knew... 1. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up put it down. 2. Don't cut your hair. Ever. 3. Don't make us guess. 4. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. 5. Sometimes, he's not thinking about you. Live with it. 6. He's never thinking about "The Relationship." 7. Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat. 8. Dogs are better than cats. 9. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. 10. Shopping is not everybody's idea of a good time. 11. Anything you wear is fine. Really. 12. You have enough clothes. 13. You have too many shoes. 14. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it. 15. Your brother is an idiot. 16. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work. 17. No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. 18. Share the bathroom 19. Share the closet. 20. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 21. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. 22. Nothing says 'I love you' like sex in the morning. 23. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. 24. Check your oil. 25. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. 26. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we. 27. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. 28. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes. 29. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived. 30. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. 31. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are? 32. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out. 33. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done-not both. 34. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at. 35. Don't make 50 rules when 35 will do

what about this one to finish Sundays laughter with ? This is a list of rules that guys wished women knew... (In response to the popular "A Woman's 50 Rules for Men") 1. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up put it down. 2. Don't cut your hair. Ever. 3. Don't make us guess. 4. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. 5. Sometimes, he's not thinking about you. Live with it. 6. He's never thinking about "The Relationship." 7. Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat. 8. Dogs are better than cats. 9. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. 10. Shopping is not everybody's idea of a good time. 11. Anything you wear is fine. Really. 12. You have enough clothes. 13. You have too many shoes. 14. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it. 15. Your brother is an idiot. 16. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work. 17. No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. 18. Share the bathroom 19. Share the closet. 20. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 21. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. 22. Nothing says 'I love you' like s*x in the morning. 23. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. 24. Check your oil. 25. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. 26. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we. 27. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. 28. Yes, p*ssing standing up is more difficult than p*eing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes. 29. Yes, and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 30. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived. 31. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. 32. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are? 33. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out. 34. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done-not both. 35. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their b**bs stared at. 36. Don't make 50 rules when 36 will do. oops put 36 instead of 35 double trouble

Is This true or am I Just Stupid? ITS FROM FLOWGO 50 Rules For Women This is a list of rules that guys wished women knew... 1. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up put it down. 2. Don't cut your hair. Ever. 3. Don't make us guess. 4. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. 5. Sometimes, he's not thinking about you. Live with it. 6. He's never thinking about "The Relationship." 7. Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat. 8. Dogs are better than cats. 9. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. 10. Shopping is not everybody's idea of a good time. 11. Anything you wear is fine. Really. 12. You have enough clothes. 13. You have too many shoes. 14. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it. 15. Your brother is an idiot. 16. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work. 17. No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. 18. Share the bathroom 19. Share the closet. 20. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 21. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. 22. Nothing says 'I love you' like sex in the morning. 23. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. 24. Check your oil. 25. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. 26. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we. 27. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. 28. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes. 29. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived. 30. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. 31. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are? 32. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out. 33. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done-not both. 34. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at. 35. Don't make 50 rules when 35 will do.

Name of a boutique on Hollywood Blvd that sells star pix? I can't remember the name, but I'm looking for a specific one: it's one of those places that sells star photos on Hollywood blvd. They have a website that also sells scripts etc. I have googled for hours, yellow pages doesn't list it & my history is blank. I can't find it. Does anyone who knows can tell me the exact name of all the shops that sell Hollywood star photos please? Because I need this very specific one so I need all the names. (There's only 3 I think) It starts or ends with Hollywood or Star something. The website has a hyphen. That's all I know. It's East of the Grauman's Chinese theater, around Vine if I recall correctly. (Probably NOT East of Vine but I could be wrong). Thank you very much to anyone who can help me find it. (Had spoken to this lady & was supposed to check back in a year.)

Why can't coffee just be coffee. Here in Fiji, coffee business is just new and locals here don't know much about it. I am a coffee lover and have been ever since I was allowed to drink coffee. But since then a lot of coffee shops have opened in Fiji and so have the doors to western civilization for some. I just got back from a business trip to New York with my business partner-this being the first for me there. He took me to starbucks and I was amazed to hear the different kinds of orders flying from corner to corner. When it came for my turn to order I just stood in front of the counter dumb found, I didn't even know what to order, with the list so long with a language known only to those screaming over the counter. The checker looked at me and said, "first time?, let me interest you in a drink I personnaly like, a venti, triple shot non-fat, sugar-free, cinnamon dolche latte, with whip?".My mind was blank but I could feel my head bobbing back and forth in agreement. It was very nice but really all I wanted was coffee, you know with hot water and a bit of milk and sugar to taste. Why can't coffee just be coffee? I don't know what you make of my situation but if you have suggestions for names of coffee beverages that taste good, be my guest.

Help with C# code? im having trouble with this code can anyone tell me what I'm doing wrong? using System; namespace JenkinsNutShop { class NutSales { static void Main() { // this is where I am listing the name of the business: Console.WriteLine("JENKINS NUT SHOP"); string customerName; double pounds; double subTotal = 0; string nutName = ""; char nutType; double totalPrice; double tax; GetUserInput(out customerName, out nutType, out pounds); CalcNutCosts(pounds, nutType, ref subTotal, ref nutName, out totalPrice, out tax); DisplayReceipt(pounds,nutName,subTotal, tax, totalPrice); } public static void GetUserInput(out string customerName, out char nutType, out double pounds) { string userin; // Prompting user for type of nuts they want to purchase: Console.WriteLine(); //this is making a blank line // Prompting user for the number of pounds they are ordering : // Prompting user to input pounds of puchase Console.Write("Customer name: "); customerName = Console.ReadLine(); Console.WriteLine("What type of nuts would you like?"); Console.WriteLine("Please type an upper case letter or lower case letter to represent the nuts you wish to buy"); Console.WriteLine("Type in the letter \"C\" for Cashews"); Console.WriteLine("Type in the letter \"A\" for Almonds"); Console.WriteLine("Type in the letter \"P\" for Peanuts"); Console.WriteLine("Type in the letter \"W\" for Walnuts"); Console.WriteLine(); // enters a black line Console.Write("Nut Type: "); userin = Console.ReadLine(); nutType = Convert.ToChar(userin); Console.Write("How many pounds would you like? "); userin = Console.ReadLine(); pounds = Convert.ToDouble(userin); } public static void CalcNutCosts(double pounds, char nutType, ref double subTotal, ref string nutName, out double totalPrice, out double tax) { const double CASHEWS = 6.50; const double ALMONDS = 7.25; const double PEANUTS = 2.39; const double WALNUTS = 2.79; switch(nutType) { case'C': case'c': subTotal = pounds * CASHEWS; nutName = "Cashew"; break; case'A': case'a': subTotal = pounds * ALMONDS; nutName = "Almonds"; break; case'P': case'p': subTotal = pounds * PEANUTS; nutName = "Peanuts"; break; case'W': case'w': subTotal = pounds * WALNUTS; nutName = "Walnuts"; break; tax = subTotal * .0675; totalPrice = subTotal + tax; } } public static void DisplayReceipt(double pounds,string nutName,double subTotal, double tax, double totalPrice) { Console.WriteLine(); Console.WriteLine(); Console.WriteLine("Your receipt:"); Console.WriteLine(); Console.WriteLine("{0} pounds of {1} nuts. Subtotal \t {2:C}", pounds, nutName, subTotal); Console.WriteLine(" Tax \t {0:C}",tax); Console.WriteLine(" Total \t {0:C}",totalPrice); Console.WriteLine(); Console.WriteLine("Thank you for shopping at Jenkins Nut Shop \n \n"); } } }

Writing a book...but have no idea about what the average teenage girl is like need info...? Please don't ask me to ask some girl I know it's embarassing as it is.. Aged 14, what are their main concerns in life?What are their fears? What are their likes and dislikes? If I can name some likes I would think, shopping, boys, gossiping but I guess it generally depends on the girls, and I know not all girls are the same and shouldn't be categorized under a single list but well I need general info to fill in some blanks so please help where you can. Thx:) That makes it all the more interesting to write about something you know nothing about, it teaches you new things...sure creative writing is done for leisure and written about past experiences but I prefer to research on things I don't know and write extensively about them...just my way of doing things... Thank you all of you for the info, like a treasure trove of knowledge, anyway the book won't be released in any stores because I am writing this for myself...

Greedy or not: is it worth 0.5% APR to refinance an auto loan 2 days after purchase? Would you do it for $240? I was still casually shopping for used cars when I saw an amazing bargain: dealer website error listed my desired car for $3k less than what it should have been. I immediately printed it/called, so they had to honor it for 24 hrs--but the "blank check" for my preapproved bank loan (60 mos@5.32% APR) wouldn't arrive for 3 more days! So, I went to see the car with only a printed pre-approval, and naturally the dealer said he couldn't beat that APR, and offered 5.85% (difference = 0.53%, or $240 over 60 mos). So, to buy the car at the web price that day, I had to take their APR. I later found out that my contract was sold at 5.29%, thus increasing dealer profit a bit to 0.56%. Knowing this, would YOU pursue the hassle of refinancing or reversing the contract (so that my bank can own the loan instead of dealer's bank) just to save my own $240, or let the dealer keep his small profit, esp. since he honored the $3k web price error? I want to be fair, "even" a car deal!! :)

Perspective Student Visa holder arriving in the UK – from Canada? I am still in the process of applying for my Perspective Student Visa. But I want to have everything in order for all the steps I need to take to be a student in the UK. I want to be able to apply for my Student Visa while I am in the UK. I would like to avoid the extra expense of having to fly back to Canada then return to the UK just because I forgot to “dot an i or cross a t”, if that is at all possible. I want to study in Wales. I am not sure if I will be accepted to a University or have to do some schooling at a college my first year or two in the UK. So let us say for now that I have my Perspective Student Visa, I am packed and ready to leave. What should I make double and triple checks of to make certain I have in my carryon bag when I land in the UK? What do I need for this? 1)The entire list of documents sent in for my Perspective Student Visa 2)A document if I am bringing medication into the country? a)I was told that I might need one of these, but was not told what it is called. b)Do I need one of these and if so what is the document called and where would I get one? 3)Maintenance - Copy of my bank statement showing that I have how much money available for my stay while looking? 4)What information do I need about here and who I will be staying with while I am in the UK looking at schools? 5)What all should be in my itinerary? I am a bit worried I will not be showing enough things to have to do while I am there. Or that I will have too much information and they would find that odd as well. So what is too much/too little information on a itinerary? a)How exact should it be? EI – On May 3 I go to blank university then May 5 I am going to this one. b)How many schools are we expected to look at while in the UK for the full 6 months? c)Is there a minimum amount of schools? d)Are we allowed to do some sightseeing? Or is this just for looking into studies? e)Are we allowed to look around at the cities and towns in and near the schools? Seeing libraries, shops and just getting a general feel for the area. Should this time be calculated in and listed on the itinerary? 6)What kind of question could I be asked when I arrive? Are there any questions they are not allowed to ask? I have no problem answering anything, just want to be prepared. Is there anything else I should bring or know? If there are any other suggestions anyone would care to make, I would appreciate it. I am finding this whole process a bit daunting. Oops I spelt it wrong: Prospective Student VAT10 http://www.ukvisas.gov.uk/en/ecg/visitandtransit/prospectivestudent VAT10.1 "Once a prospective student has been unconditionally accepted for a course of study they may apply for leave to remain as a Student in-country. "

Where can I find a Wedding journal book? I am looking for a wedding journal book (like a baby book for weddings!) i want one that is preprinted with questions such as when we met, a place to put a flower from my bouquet. who was there? etc etc.. my mom and dad have a lovely one and i want one like it but i cant find one in any shops - i don't want it to be too American (i'm not having a 'bridal shower?! i have a gift list not a registry!). I ordered one from Amazon but it was just a blank scrapbook with some stickers so i sent it back but most of them have no description or pictures so i don't want to risk just picking one in case its the same. i know its all the fashion to scrapbook it yourself but i want it preprinted with the gaps to fill myself, I'm not arty an that would look much nicer. Any suggestions of good ones.

FREE Photo Editor like picture it 9? My desktop has Picture it! Photo Premium 9. I love that program, it seems to be the only program that does everything I use it for. I don't just use it to edit my photos, I use it to create graphics. basically I don't have the disk and since there is no way to just transfer the program to my laptop, im out of luck. So I'll list the things I liked about PIPP9 and if anyone knows of free software like it it would help alot. 1. It allows a blank 'canvas' that can be resized in pixels, and inches. Also the dpi can be adjusted. 2. If you don't put a background on the blank canvas then its a clear background. which i use alot. 3. it has a "stack" not layers. things can be moved up and down in th stack depending on where you want them in the image. (on top of something under somthing else etc.) 4. I can open a ton of images in one workspace, and kinda of collage them all into my design or photo. Selecting and croping them or pieces of them if i want and placing them anywhere. 5. Simple User Friendly Interface!!! I have Corel Paint SHop Pro X2 Sureeee I'd love to use it....if it was freaking possible. there does that remind you of anything else? or am I gonna have to buy it again? The desktop is XP the laptop is Win 7

What malware is on my computer and how can I fix it? To start with, I'm running Windows XP, and typically browse with Firefox. I did frequent scans with Adaware which never found a problem, however the infection began suddenly while I was viewing a friend's livejournal page which leads me to believe that it had been lying dormant on my system for awhile. It started by turning every link on the page I was viewing red, and inserting a link at the top of every page I navigated to that read "Too many errors were detected on your computer. Download anti-virus program now!" or something to that effect. A communication bubble would also keep popping up from my system tray saying basically the same thing. I downloaded several antivirus programs (which I've now been told is a bad idea, and that a person should only have one at a time, though it hasn't been explained to me exactly why), one of which (stop sign) I don't recall actually downloading myself, and I'm pretty sure was malware itself. In any case, after running first Malwarebytes (I think it was called) it found several infections, removed them, and the pop-ups and links stopped...but now my internet would crash about every four minutes. I then ran SuperAntiSpyware and it found a few more and removed those... only now Firefox wouldn't load the internet at all. And that's where I'm stuck now. The address bar would just stay blank, and the page would just stay white, like when you open a new blank tab. No matter what I typed in the address bar, or how many times I hit the home button it just stayed like that. I tried Internet Explorer and it wouldn't work either. Msn messenger won't connect, nothing can access the internet at all. I went into add/remove programs and it wouldn't generate a list, and when I finally, in desperation, went into system restore it wouldn't let me pick a date or advance in that either. My computer was sold to me without a Windows disc (dear Future Shop: Choke on a dick) so I can't reformat. What is this? Is there something I can install from a flash drive to get rid of it? Is it possible the virus is gone but in removing it, I also somehow removed some vital part of my computer that I can download and replace? Is there some way to get windows off the internet? Or do I just have to face the fact that my computer is nothing more than a very complicated stereo now? Please help! READ THE QUESTION AND DETAILS BEFORE ANSWERING, YOU WILL LOOK LESS RETARDED.

Web pages not loading.......? ...ok, so I frequently search for info about Belly Dance. And just recently some of my searches (on Google) result in either; the Google page just blinking and reloading but with no search list; the list appearing but again, I click on the link and the current page just reloads; I click the link and the page is blank. If I type the full address into the browser window one of the same happens. Now, about a month ago any searches for belly dance costumes resulted in this. Now that one is resolved but there's an online fabric shop that won't load. Today my searches for anything "belly dance" have been answered and I can access the sites, this just seems to quite random.... And myspace would not load for a while but now does...... I empty the temp folder, cache, history etc to no avail.....it's very frustrating......does anyone know why this might be happening? And I should mention that this happens in IE, Firefox and Safari..... Hi there - I have to confess that I haven't checked my firewall. Have already got anti-virus and updated that and Spybot didn't come up with anything major either, but thank you for those suggestions. I'll take another look today. ...

what do you think of my movies' collection? your favourite? heartbreak kid you me and dupree georgia rule walk all over me the last kiss you don't mess with the zohan dedication akeelah and the bee big nothing cheaper by the dozen 2 american dreamz the notebook mr.magorium's wonder emporium the terminal click the nanny diaries the mexican enchanted conversations with god the sisterhood of the travelling pants 2 cool ideas eternal sunshine of the spotless mind i now pronounce you chuck and larry lucky you she's the man the accidental husband run fatboy run knocked up no reservations my blueberry nights guess who love actually the ex young people fucking four christmases new york waiting miss conception college road trip dan in real life fool's gold then she found me hairspray the jane austen book club euro trip baby mama lost in translation sleepover picture this the family stone 11:14 the pacifier how to lose friends and alienate people sister act gray matters cold mountain the ten the namesake man from earth burn after reading french kiss wall.e blow once the bourne idetity the bourne supremacy the bourne ultimatum savages stephanie daley the babysitters accepted everything is illuminated something new driving lessons into the wild gone baby gone caramel grosse pointe blank vicky christina barcelona idiocracy wildchild milk 27 dresses priceless friends with money red eye becoming jane another cinderella story drillbit taylor the long weekend do re mi fa sol la si do moulin rouge rendition zodiac brokeback mountain ratatouille mama mia journey to the center of the earth cinderella man high school musical 3 the ultimate gift harold and kumar escape from the guantanamo bay million dollar baby casanova death defying acts crush on you evan almighty the producers fritz the cat fargo the edge of love in bruges my tiny universe my sassy girl the da vinci code oliver twist the sixth sense death at a funeral before the rains trainspotting lars and the real girl scoop wimbledon love song for bobby long the love guru roadside romeo disfigured how to eat fried worms blonde ambition la vie en rose in search of a midnight kiss the dark night the longshots the golden compass shortcut to happiness amelie keith the house bunny across the universe tortoise vs hare schndler's list the duchess things we lost in fire paranoid park fireflies in the garden august rush beauty shop troy the darjeeling limited bobby kit kittredge snatch happy feet the great new wonderful finding nemo the life before her eyes the ex files the clique i am sam breaking and entering alvin and the chipmunks the professional the assasination of jesse james girl with a pearl earing dead man walking wah-wah made of honor twilight cast away nights in rodanthe magnolia zack and miri make a porno saw V employee of the month the women reprise the tracey fragments married life war inc Romulus my father You kill me Christmas at the kranks I’m reed fish Margot at the wedding August Dogville Walk the line Smart people The air I breathe Sparkle Casino royale Hancock Snow angels

What songs did you have on your wedding playlist? I am trying to make my playlist longer (so the same songs won't be repeating over and over again, lol!), but my mnd has gone blank on songs. I pretty much am looking for anything but country music. And trying to think of some older songs too, there's a lot I know, but my mind is mush right now, lol! This is what I have so far: The Cure - I'll Stop the World and Melt With You. Ben Folds Five - The Luckiest. Billy Idol - White Wedding. David Cook - The Time Of My Life. Death Cab For Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark. Goo Goo Dolls - I'll Be The Greatest Fan Of Your Life. Jason Miraz - I'm Yours(1). Landon Pigg - Coffee Shop. Life house - First Time. Etta James - At Last. Pogues - Love You 'Till the End. Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody. Pogues - Love You 'Till the End. Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I am(1). 08 When Love Takes You In. Steven Curtis Chapman - All About Love Steven Curtis Chapman - With Every Little Kiss. What songs did you have on your list? Good call Sandra! LOL! Your comment made me laugh Brandy!!!! Cake does sound good though

do you like my story? wondering ? the ending sucks i wanted to leave people wondering and no this is not a sex story its just me telling a story Hayley Main Person Likes: Eating Playing Pranks With Fred And George Singing Dancing like no one is watching Likes to have snowball fights She Likes To Read And Gets Straight A even tho Fred And George still doesn’t know how is so smart she falls asleep in class all the time Likes to play with her dog (gift from George) Dislikes: Anyone who is rude Anyone Who Hurts Animals Snape The people who are close minded About her: She’s really sweet but if anyone hurts her she well never forget or forgive She loves yellow things She has a dog that George changed it yellow for her 14th birthday When she’s 18 she is going to kiss George she’s liked him since the first day they mat on the train and they asked if they could sit with her but that’s another story for another time She is going to be 18 soon and dose not think she can kiss him for fear that he will laugh at her She only stands at 4”9 but George always made her feel better for Beening so short (o I just love shorter girls so much better at kissing he said) Her mother passed away from someone who killed her It left her and her father very losted and they didn’t have that much money she always thought of saving herself for George but one summer when she came home her dad made her have sex with guys for money it really fucked her up for along time But she overcame it Conner Main Person Her Twin Brother Likes: Singing he is the lead singer in his band pop rock (copy written don’t steal) His shop he opened after he left Hogwarts Spending time with his wife and child Getting tattoos Dislikes: Rude nasty people When people cry George http://tinypic.com" target="_blank">http://i33.tinypic.com/11hwbie.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"> You should know everything about him --Hayley Dream-- She got into a fight with George they didn’t talk for along time till one day his mother called her and told her she needed to get down to the hospital he told her everything how he chose to have that fight with her so he wouldn’t have to know that he had cancer and it was going to kill him they both cried and fell asleep on his chest the next few hours wore the hardest she woke up to him kissing the top of her head he said I love you love I have to leave to now but I will be watching over you and they kissed for the last time she held on to him for dear life she didn’t want to let him go she new when she did that he would be really gone his mother took you back home with her and took you to his room and as she was crying she said to look under his pillow and she left the room as she looked under the pillow the smell of him hit her like a pound of bricks she started to cry but took the note And this is what it said "If I live I'm going to tell Hayley everything and ask her to marry me. I'm going to give her this ring." and there was a beautiful engagement ring. "If I live I'm going to give her my favorite sweatshirt." and by the bed was his favorite sweatshirt "If I live I'm going to take her to that concert she always wanted to see." and there were two tickets If I live im going to make her the mother of my kids The list went on and on she looked on the back and saw something But if I don’t make it and your reading this Hayley just know even if I couldn’t do all this for you I will still love you so much please move on and be happy but always wear my ring please As she around his room she saw all the pictures of him and her and she started to scre…….. Hayley !!!!!! She jumped up and hit her head on someone else’s who ever woke her up anyways Hayley are you ok it was George she jumped on him and started to cry he just rocked her suhhh its ok Hayley don’t cry im right here howw didd youuu knoww she said still crying I just did as she buried her head deep in his chest she inhaled his smell he picked her up and took her to the bathroom as he started to take off her shirt and pjs to put her in the bathtub she said no no no don’t leave me take a shower with me please just don’t leave me ok ok he said as he locked the door even tho no one was there when they wore both naked he stepped in the tub first and sat down she sat on him and laid back

this is a ruff daft ok peoples but still can you tell me what you think? the ending sucks i wanted to leave people wondering and no this is not a sex story its just me telling a story Hayley Main Person Likes: Eating Playing Pranks With Fred And George Singing Dancing like no one is watching Likes to have snowball fights She Likes To Read And Gets Straight A even tho Fred And George still doesn’t know how is so smart she falls asleep in class all the time Likes to play with her dog (gift from George) Dislikes: Anyone who is rude Anyone Who Hurts Animals Snape The people who are close minded About her: She’s really sweet but if anyone hurts her she well never forget or forgive She loves yellow things She has a dog that George changed it yellow for her 14th birthday When she’s 18 she is going to kiss George she’s liked him since the first day they mat on the train and they asked if they could sit with her but that’s another story for another time She is going to be 18 soon and dose not think she can kiss him for fear that he will laugh at her She only stands at 4”9 but George always made her feel better for Beening so short (o I just love shorter girls so much better at kissing he said) Her mother passed away from someone who killed her It left her and her father very losted and they didn’t have that much money she always thought of saving herself for George but one summer when she came home her dad made her have sex with guys for money it really ****** her up for along time But she overcame it Conner Main Person Her Twin Brother Likes: Singing he is the lead singer in his band pop rock (copy written don’t steal) His shop he opened after he left Hogwarts Spending time with his wife and child Getting tattoos Dislikes: Rude nasty people When people cry George http://tinypic.com" target="_blank">http://i33.tinypic.com/1... border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"> You should know everything about him --Hayley Dream-- She got into a fight with George they didn’t talk for along time till one day his mother called her and told her she needed to get down to the hospital he told her everything how he chose to have that fight with her so he wouldn’t have to know that he had cancer and it was going to kill him they both cried and fell asleep on his chest the next few hours wore the hardest she woke up to him kissing the top of her head he said I love you love I have to leave to now but I will be watching over you and they kissed for the last time she held on to him for dear life she didn’t want to let him go she new when she did that he would be really gone his mother took you back home with her and took you to his room and as she was crying she said to look under his pillow and she left the room as she looked under the pillow the smell of him hit her like a pound of bricks she started to cry but took the note And this is what it said "If I live I'm going to tell Hayley everything and ask her to marry me. I'm going to give her this ring." and there was a beautiful engagement ring. "If I live I'm going to give her my favorite sweatshirt." and by the bed was his favorite sweatshirt "If I live I'm going to take her to that concert she always wanted to see." and there were two tickets If I live im going to make her the mother of my kids The list went on and on she looked on the back and saw something But if I don’t make it and your reading this Hayley just know even if I couldn’t do all this for you I will still love you so much please move on and be happy but always wear my ring please As she around his room she saw all the pictures of him and her and she started to scre…….. Hayley !!!!!! She jumped up and hit her head on someone else’s who ever woke her up anyways Hayley are you ok it was George she jumped on him and started to cry he just rocked her suhhh its ok Hayley don’t cry im right here howw didd youuu knoww she said still crying I just did as she buried her head deep in his chest she inhaled his smell he picked her up and took her to the bathroom as he started to take off her shirt and pjs to put her in the bathtub she said no no no don’t leave me take a shower with me please just don’t leave me ok ok he said as he locked the door even tho no one was there when they wore both naked he stepped in the tub first and sat down she sat on him and laid back Now listen i know this dosent have period marks and things like that but i had to write it kinda fast sorry

How do decide what I want for Christmas? I'm having a lot of trouble deciding what I want for Christmas. My grandma and parents want to know what i want and I'm having a huge problem deciding. I need some easy stuff that my grandma will know how to get too, it's hard for her too understand some modern stuff and she hates computers. I also like having a lot on my list, not because I expect to receive it all, but because it gives me more of a surprise. So far: Lace gloves & pants (Ordered from a specific site - Not grandma compatible) CD Player Phone headset (Not grandma compatible) Crash Love - AFI Of Fungi and Foe - Les Claypool Any Infected Mushroom CD 21st Centure Breakdown - Green Day Fullbleed shirts (Online shopping, not grandma compatible) Ball & spike labret tops (Grandma is not going into a piercing store.) I'm trying to think of more ideas, but I'm drawing blanks. Do you think you could suggest various keywords, general ideas, topics etc for grandma friendly ideas as well as anything else. PS: I know Xhristmas isn't about receiving and all that, don't worry. It's just i'm really stuck and need some help. Please don't suggest charity or cash either.

MATHHH HELP!!!!! PLEASEEE!? 1. Bethany made a table showing the number of days in various numbers of weeks. What expression can Bethany use to find the number of days in w weeks? Days 14 21 28 35 w Weeks 2 3 4 5 (1 point) w – 7 7w 7 + w 2. If Simon runs an average of 25 miles a month for 6 months, he will have run 25 × 6 miles. Which of the following is equal to 25 × 6? (1 point) (20 + 6) – (5 + 6) (20 + 6) × (5 + 6) (20 × 6) – (5 × 6) (20 × 6) + (5 × 6) 3. What value of p makes the equation true? 16 × 218 = (16 × 200) + (16 × p) (1 point) 1 8 18 21 4. What value of q makes the equation true? 40 × 836 = (40 × 800) + (40 × q) (1 point) 836 83 36 40 5. What is the first step in evaluating this expression? 5 – 2 + 36 ÷ (3 + 3) (1 point) Divide 36 by 3. Subtract 2 from 5. Add 2 and 36. Add 3 and 3. 6. What is the value of the expression 6 + (15 – 3) ÷ 3 + 6? (1 point) 7 12 16 22 7. What is the value of 4 + 2m – 3 when m = 2? (1 point) 5 8 11 12 8. Tom, Alaya, Mark, and Maria have a total of $48 to spend at the fair. They each spent $6, or $24 total, on tickets for rides. They agree to spend the rest on face painting and dinner. They plan to spend twice as much on dinner as on face painting. How much do they plan to spend on dinner? (1 point) $8 $16 $18 $24 9. A print shop orders 58 T-shirts. They order 16 pink T-shirts, and six times as many blue T-shirts as white T-shirts. How many blue T-shirts did the print shop order? (1 point) 6 blue T-shirts 12 blue T-shirts 36 blue T-shirts 42 blue T-shirts 10. Every new home a builder finishes in a certain development has r rooms. What algebraic expression shows the number of rooms in 15 homes? (1 point) r ÷ 15 15r r + 15 11. What expression represents the phrase “the cost of a pounds of apples at $1.69 per pound”? (1 point) $1.69 ÷ a a ÷ $1.69 $1.69a $1.69 + a 12. Bailey earned $6 worth of interest on his savings account this month. If m represents the amount of money Bailey had last month, what expression shows how much money Bailey has now? (1 point) 6m m – 6 m + 6 m ÷ 6 13. Eighteen students are currently visiting the botanical gardens on a class trip. They will tour the gardens with x chaperones. Complete the table. How many students will be in each group if x = 9? x 18 ÷ x 1 18 9 ? 6 3 (1 point) 2 4 6 9 14. What is the value of the expression 3b when b = 18? (1 point) 4 6 15 54 15. Mr. Robinson is charged 25w – 8 dollars to mow his lawn each month, where w is the number of weeks in the month. How much will Mr. Robinson be charged if there are 5 weeks in the month? (1 point) $65 $117 $125 $133 16. If David spends 5 dollars on the bus each day for 14 days, he will spend 5 × 14 dollars. Which of the following is equal to 5 × 14? (1 point) (5 × 10) + (5 × 4) (5 + 10) × (5 + 4) (5 + 10) + (5 + 4) (5 × 10) – (5 × 4) 17. What is the value of the expression 18 – (8 + 6) ÷ 2 – 1? (1 point) 6 7 9 10 Short Answer Note: Your teacher will grade your responses to questions 18–19 to ensure you receive proper credit for your answers. 18. Here are people’s bread purchases at Uncle Ray’s Bakery. Loaves Price 2 $6 5 $15 3 $9 N $18 What is the value of N? Explain. (2 points) 19. Mariah found this table in a book but two numbers were missing. A B 1 8 2 9 3 10 6 13 7 22 Part A Complete the table assuming the rule continues. Write answers in the space below. Part B Write an expression for B using the variable A. Part C Using the rule give a pair of numbers that would go on the table but are not listed. (4 points) Fill in the Blank 20. Pedro’s dance group earned $570 by selling greeting cards. This is three times as much as the group made selling calendars. How many dollars did they make selling calendars? (2 points) $

Top 5 Family Guy Moments? 1. Peter is proven guility of misusing welfare and killing Louis and everybody is saying "oh no!" and then it flashes to a wall and the Kool-Aid Man breaks through and yells, "Oh Yeah!" 2. There watching T.V. and shows "lady and the tramp, featuring Michael Vick!" The two dogs are eating noodels and are about to kiss, before Michael Vicks comes out of nowhere and shoves their head under water. 3. Stewie and Louis battle inside the Oval Office, whiel Peter is tracking them down, and Brian is trying to shoot down Stewie, because he has taken over the world. 4. Peter thinks since he has a mustache he can speak Itialian and goes to a pizza shop and tries to speak Itialain "Gibbity Blooby DooityGoo!" Even though no one understnads him. 5. Peter pretends to be Britainy Spears for an episode and then he says, "Dr. Phil I promise not to come outisde my car naked, unless it's to your house." Then it shows the actual picture but Peter is naked and his groin is censored out. Honorable Mentions: Quagmire is dreaming to star in a movie with Hiliary Duff and they are trying to arrest Demi Lovato, but when he lists the punishments he leaves it blank and then Duff asks what should it be then Quaqmire looks at them both and says "Giggity"

answer only if you want to? Part 2 The sentences in each word group below are coherent because they are linked by repetition of the same word, by synonyms, and by pronouns. Type the words that tie the sentences together in each group. 4.Each day Gina stuck to her routine. She rose at six o'clock and sat at her desk writing until noon. At noon she had a light lunch of fruit and milk. After this sparse repast she headed into town to do her shopping. She shopped for groceries, stamps, and other such items. She would trudge home carrying her small bundles and be at her desk typing away by four. 5.Though he worked long hours, Uncle Drew had a purpose to his life. He was not just a furniture maker, but a creator of beautiful tables, chairs, and cabinets. It was his job to turn chunks of wood into fine and useful objects. He believed in his task as much as any artist does. Like any artist, he was a perfectionist. Part 3 The paragraph below needs to be made more coherent. Use repetition, synonyms, and pronouns to link the sentences. Type the improved paragraph in the space provided on the following page. 6.Many cities are easily distinguished by their skylines. In such cities--New York and Paris, for example--certain buildings are so distinctive that the buildings have come to represent New York and Paris. Just a glance at the skyline's profile tells the viewer of the profile what city is pictured. Part 4 Read the paragraph below. Each of the numbered blanks needs a transition. Choose an appropriate transition from the lists in Lesson 5, and type your choice in the text box below. 7.Mary Cassatt was an important American painter of the late 1800s and early 1900s. She was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1844 and grew up in Philadelphia. During her childhood she spent much time traveling in Europe with her family. (1)__________ she developed a strong interest in arts, and in 1861, at the age of seventeen, Mary Cassatt entered the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. (2)___________, in 1869, she decided to study art in Europe, where she began to develop her distinctive and individual style. (3)____________ this time Mary Cassatt met the artist Degas. Degas admired her work and encouraged her career as a painter. Cassatt, therefore, adopted the impressionist style of painting. In the years between 1875 and 1880, she had several shows in American galleries. (4)____________, her style continued to develop, and she was much influenced by Japanese art. Her clear outlines of figures and the strong patterns of color that she used show this influence clearly.

which skateboard is the best outta the ones listed below for a beginner skater? Which one is good for a beginner skater: Blank deck Zero Enjoi Element Baker Blind Zoo York Alien Work Shop Almost Thnx for your help and time!

i can't change my linksys router's settings!? i have a linksys router, model wrt54g, and i also have a wii which i am using it for. i have not been able to connect to wii shop channel foe quite some time now, and i got an error, code 209552, and i had no idea what to do. nintendo didn't have that code listed on their site, and i didn't know what to do then. so i looked up my router on their site (support.nintendo.com), and i went the ip address for the router, and i put what it said for the username ans password on the site: leave the username blank, and use admin as a password. i did. and it came up again. i put only the pass. again. and the thing popped up again. so i kept putting in the pass. until the site loaded except nothing was there except 401 unauthorized authorization required in the top left-hand corner. ok, i only wanted to get on there to change the channel to 1 or 11 like the site said but i can't! ok, now my dad set it up, so he will probably help me when he gets home from work, but i need help now! PLEASE HELP ME! ok so i have the password but no one, and i mean no one has the username. so, any idea how i could get it? or know if i can change the username or pass or even both w/o ever knowing the username? i really need help here!

Would you say she is my TRUE friend? Okay well i have a friend! well to be honest she is my BEST FRIEND! But lately she has been very Narky and Snappy lately! One day in school we were writing all of out best friends name on a piece of paper! and of course im gonna write her name! But she never wrote my name on her piece of paper and i felt left out she even wrote peoples name on her paper she never really talks to only sometimes. and i felt really upset but i never said anything! Then another time me her and my other friend went into town and My best friend and the other girl ran away and left me>LOL< and then i wanted to go in oneshop but my other friend wanted to go in an other shop so my Best Friend left me and went with my other friend! By the way The girl she kept going off with her name is helen! and my Best friend always writes helens name first on EVERYTHING NOW! and am always either last on the list or never on it mostly never on it! and My friend ((best frend) never spekes 2 me on msn she always blanks me! But she always greets Helen like 'Heya!! You Ok?' x x and ignores me and am like u said i was ur best friend! My best friend has done more things like that but they where just some examples! So what do u say? is she my TRUE best friend or what? she said i was hers but i dont think so and am soo sad:( by the way i have done nothing 2 her 4 her 2 be mad at me!!!! its the other way round

does anybody know about settings in itunes? 2 things really. 1. when i import my wma tracks and turn them into mp3 ready to burn to a mp3 disc, they always number them up. i want them listed as A to Z and when i have loads of files it gets annoying that i have to rename every single track to erase the number at the beginning. how do i stop itunes numbering them up? 2: when i burn these to disc, it says that i have lots of files that won't fit on one disc and do i want to burn multiple discs? when i say yes it does one disc and then asks for the second by ejecting the first, i put in the second disc and it continuesly spits the second disc out as if it is full and cannot burn on it when i know damn well the disc is blank. i have tried numerous disc which are cd-r verbatim and cd-r maxell. i have just unsealed the discs so they are brand new as i bought them from the shop especially to do this task. any advice on these two? thank you

29 Questions to make yu ponder. Try and answer them!? 1. If pychics know the lottery numbers, then why are they still working? 2.Y do they sterilize needles for lethal injections? 3.If quitters never win, and winners never quit, what idiot came up wif, "quit while yur ahead"? 4.Whose idea ws it 2have a "s" in "lisp"? 5.If its 0° outside, and its suppose to be twice as cold 2morrow, cold cold is it? 6.y is it when a door is open, its ajar but when a jar is open, its not a door? 7.is it possible to have a civil war? 8.if the black box flight recorder is never damaged during the plane crash, y isnt the whole plane made outta tht stuff? 9.y when yu open a can of evaporated milk, its still full? 10.y do shops tht are open 24/7 have locks on their doors? 11.y is it called tourist season if we cant shoot at them? 12.If most car accidents occur within 24km of home, y doent everyone just move 20km away? 13.Employment app blanks always ask who is to be notified in case of an emergency. y can tyu just write, "A Good Doctor"? 14.B4 they invented drawing boards, wht did they go bck 2? 15.if the whole world is a stage, where does the audience sit? 16.if yu ate pasta and antipasto, would yu still b hungry? 17.if yu try 2 fail and succeed, which have yu done? 18.is a castrated pig disgruntled? 19.y is hte alphabet in that order? is it because of the song? 20.y is there an expiration date on sour cream? 21.light travels faster than sound, so is that y some ppl appear brighter until you hear them speak? 22.does the reverse side have a reverse side? 23.y is there only one monopolies commission? 24.y are there 5 syllables in the word "monosyllabic"? 25.how much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didnt grow in it? 26.y is abbreviated such a long word? 27.is the leaning towerof pisa a listed building/ 28.what if there were no hypothetical questions? 29.y is a carrot more orange than an orange? i ddnt make these up myself i got them from a book! BONUS QUESTION! 30.y doesnt anything rhyme with orange? thts the bonus question tht i made up!

Can any ont temm me why the following source code of mine in c++ is not worlin?? # include<dos.h> # include<conio.h> # include<stdio.h> # include<ctype.h> # include<string.h> # include<iomanip.h> # include<fstream.h> # include<iostream.h> # include<graphics.h> # include<math.h> # define p 240 char strin[20]; //following functions are used by the programmer to //edit,append,delete data using progmammer function //which can be accessed by pass function. void pass(void); void edit(void); void append(void); void recshow(void); void dodelete(void); void programmer(void); //structure declaration to store names of //trains and attractions. struct arr{ char name[5][20]; }; struct tr { char names[2][20]; }; //declaration of class TOUR class TOUR{ private: char destination[20]; char state[20]; char season[20]; char cost[20]; tr trains; tr timings; arr attractions; tr hotels; char type[20]; char sp[160]; public: void read_data(void); void show_data(void); int compare(char string[20]) { if (strcmp(destination,string)==0) return 1; else return 0; } void give_destination() { strcpy(strin,destination);} } //globally defined objects for class TOUR. twork,worker; //function used in the program to hold the screen void wait(void) { cout<<"\nPRESS ANY KEY TO CONINUE \n"; getch(); } //public function of class TOUR which reads data input by the programmer void TOUR::read_data() { clrscr(); int blank,x,i,j,l; cout<<"\n-----------------------------------ENTER DATA------------"; cout<<"---------------------- \n"; cout<<"DESTINATION "; gets(destination); l=strlen(destination); for (j=0;j<=l;j++) destination[j]=toupper(destination[j]); blank=20-strlen(destination); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(destination," "); destination[19]='\0'; cout<<"STATE "; gets(state); l=strlen(state); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) state[j]=toupper(state[j]); blank=20-strlen(state); for (x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(state," "); state[19]='\0'; cout<<"SEASON "; gets(season); l=strlen(season); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) season[j]=toupper(season[j]); blank=20-strlen(season); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(season," "); season[19]='\0'; cout<<"COST "; gets(cost); l=strlen(cost); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) cost[j]=toupper(cost[j]); blank=20-strlen(cost); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(cost," "); cost[19]='\0'; cout<<"TRAINS "; for (j=0;j<2;j++) { gets(trains.names[j]); l=strlen(trains.names[j]); for(i=0;i<=l;i++) trains.names[j][i]=toupper(trains.names[j][i]); blank=20-strlen(trains.names[j]); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(trains.names[j]," "); trains.names[j][19]='\0'; } cout<<"TIMINGS "; for (j=0;j<2;j++) { gets(timings.names[j]); l=strlen(timings.names[j]); for(i=0;i<=l;i++) timings.names[j][i]=toupper(timings.names[j][i]); blank=20-strlen(timings.names[j]); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(timings.names[j]," "); timings.names[j][19]='\0'; } cout<<"ATRRACTIONS "; for(i=0;i<5;i++) { gets(attractions.name[i]); l=strlen(attractions.name[i]); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) attractions.name[i][j]=toupper(attractions.name[i][j]); blank=20-strlen(attractions.name[i]); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(attractions.name[i]," "); attractions.name[i][19]='\0'; } cout<<"HOTELS "; for (j=0;j<2;j++) { gets(hotels.names[j]); l=strlen(hotels.names[j]); for(i=0;i<=l;i++) hotels.names[j][i]=toupper(hotels.names[j][i]); blank=20-strlen(hotels.names[j]); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(hotels.names[j]," "); hotels.names[j][19]='\0'; } cout<<"TYPE "; gets(type); l=strlen(type); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) type[j]=toupper(type[j]); blank=20-strlen(type); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; cout<<"SPECIALITY "; gets(sp); l=strlen(sp); for(j=0;j<=l;j++) sp[j]=toupper(sp[j]); blank=20-strlen(sp); for(x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(sp," "); sp[159]='\0'; } //public function of class TOUR which displays data on the screen void TOUR::show_data() { clrscr(); cout<<"\n*************************VARIOUS TOURIST PLACES ARE AS***"; cout<<"************************\n"; cout<<endl; cout<<endl<<"DESTINATION--> "<<destination<<" STATE-----> "<<state; cout<<endl<<"SEASON-------> "<<season<<" COST------> "<<cost; cout<<endl<<"TRAINS-------> "<<trains.names[0]<<" TIMINGS---> " <<timings.names[0]; cout<<endl<<" "<<trains.names[1]<<" " <<timings.names[1]; cout<<endl<<"ATTRACTIONS--> "<<attractions.name[0]<<" HOTELS----> " <<hotels.names[0]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attractions.name[1]<<" " <<hotels.names[1]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attractions.name[2]<<" TYPE------> " <<type; cout<<endl<<" "<<attractions.name[3]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attractions.name[4]; cout<<endl<<endl<<sp; cout<<endl<<endl; cout<<"\n********************************************************"; cout<<"***********************\n"; wait(); } void recshow() { clrscr(); fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::out|ios::in); cout<<"CONTENTS OF FILE ARE AS\n"; tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(TOUR)); while (!tfile.eof()) { worker.show_data(); tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(TOUR)); } tfile.close(); cout<<" DESIRED RECORD(S) ARE DISLPLAYED \n"; } void append() { clrscr(); char ch; int recno; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::end); recno=tfile.tellg()/sizeof(TOUR); cout<<"\n NO OF RECORDS IN FILE ARE AS "<<recno<<endl; do { cout<<"\n WANT TO ENTER MORE DATA Y/N \n"; ch=toupper(getche()); if (ch=='Y') { cout<<"\n RECORD NUMBER "<<recno+1<<endl; twork.read_data(); twork.give_destination(); cout<<"\n YOUR DESTINATION WAS "<<strin<<endl; tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); int found=0; while (!tfile.eof()&&!found) { tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(TOUR)); if (worker.compare(strin)) found=1; } if (!found) { tfile.clear(); recno++; tfile.seekp(0,ios::end); tfile.write((char*)&twork,sizeof (TOUR)); cout<<" \nNEW RECORD IS ENTERED SUCCESFULLY\n"; } else { cout<<" !!! THIS DESTINATION ALREADY EXISTS !!!\n"; wait(); recshow(); } } } while(ch=='Y'); tfile.close(); } void edit() { fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); cout<<"ENTER DESTINATION FOR WHICH YOU WANT TO EDIT RECORD \n"; gets(strin); int l=strlen(strin); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) strin[j]=toupper(strin[j]); int blank=20-strlen(strin); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(strin," "); strin[19]='\0'; int found=0; while (!tfile.eof() && !found) { tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(TOUR)); if (worker.compare(strin)) found=1; } if(!found) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOUND IN THIS DESTINATION\n"; else { worker.show_data(); worker.read_data(); tfile.seekp(tfile.tellp()-sizeof(worker)); tfile.write((char*)&worker,sizeof(TOUR)); cout<<" EDITED RECORD IS SAVED SUCCESSFULLY \n"; } wait(); tfile.close(); } void dodelete() { fstream tfile ("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::out|ios::in); int found=0; char ok; cout<<"\n ENTER DESTINATION TO DELETE THE RECORD\n"; gets(strin); int l=strlen(strin); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) strin[j]=toupper(strin[j]); int blank=20-strlen(strin); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(strin," "); strin[19]='\0'; while (!tfile.eof()&&!found) { tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(worker)); if(worker.compare(strin)) found=1; } if(!found) { cout<<"\n NO SUCH RECORD FOUND\n"; wait(); } else { recshow(); cout<<"\nWANT TO DELETE THIS RECORD Y/N \n"; ok=toupper(getche()); if(ok=='Y') { fstream mtemp("temp.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(ios::beg); tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(worker)); tfile.clear(); while(!tfile.eof()) { if(!worker.compare(strin)) mtemp.write((char*)&worker,sizeof(worker)); tfile.read((char*)&worker,sizeof(worker)); } tfile.close(); mtemp.close(); remove("tourism.dat"); if (rename("temp.dat","tourism.dat")==0) cout<<"\nêêê RECORD IS DELETED SUCCESSFULLY êêê\n"; else cout<<"\n!!!OPERATION IS UNSUCCESSFUL!!!\n"; wait(); } } } void pass() { clrscr(); clearviewport(); int c=0,y=0; char pass_word[20]; const char password[]={"210785"}; while(c<2) { c++; setbkcolor(BLUE); for (y=1;y<14;y++) cout << endl; cout << "\t\têêê ENTER YOUR PASSWORD êêê\n"; gotoxy(50,14); gets(pass_word); if(strcmp(password,pass_word)==0) { programmer(); break; } else cout<<"ëëë BAD LUCK PASSWORD IS WRONG ëëë"; if (c<2) //textattr(RED+BLINK); //cprintf("\n²²² TRY ONCE MORE ²²²\r\n"); cprintf("\n²²² TRY ONCE MORE ²²²\r\n"); } wait(); } void programmer(void) { //setbkcolor(BLUE); // textbackground(BLUE); int ok,y; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<=3;y++) cout<<"\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\t "; cout<<"ENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\t\tAPPEND RECORD ---> 1 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\t\tEDIT RECORD ---> 2 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\t\tDELETE RECORD ---> 3 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\t\tSHOW RECORD ---> 4 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\t\tEXIT ---> 5 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=0;y<20;y++) cout<<"\t\t\t\t\t "; cout << "\t\t\t\t Enter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:append(); break; case 2: edit(); break; case 3: dodelete(); break; case 4: recshow(); break; case 5:break; default:cout<<" INVALID CHOICE \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=5); } //class which acssess the data class TRAVEL { private: char dest[20]; char st[20]; char seas[20]; char ct[20]; tr tra; tr timing; arr attract; tr hotel; char ty[20]; char special[160]; public: void get_state(char tt[20]); void get_attract(char tt[20]); void get_read(); void get_alpha(char tt[20]); void get_all(char tt[20]); void get_dest(char tt[20]); void get_season(char tt[20]); void get_cost(char tt[20]); void dest_seas(); void seas_state(); void state_cost(); void all(); } abc,pqr; //member function of class TRAVEL which acssess the data. void TRAVEL::get_read() { clrscr(); cout<<"\n*************************VARIOU TOURIST PLACES ARE AS***"; cout<<"************************\n"; cout<<endl; cout<<endl<<"DESTINATION--> "<<dest<<" STATE-----> "<<st; cout<<endl<<"SEASON-------> "<<seas<<" COST------> "<<ct; cout<<endl<<"TRAINS-------> "<<tra.names[0]<<" TIMINGS---> " <<timing.names[0]; cout<<endl<<" "<<tra.names[1]<<" " <<timing.names[1]; cout<<endl<<"ATTRACTIONS--> "<<attract.name[0]<<" HOTELS----> " <<hotel.names[0]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attract.name[1]<<" " <<hotel.names[1]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attract.name[2]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attract.name[3]; cout<<endl<<" "<<attract.name[4]; cout<<endl<<endl<<special; cout<<endl; cout<<"\n********************************************************"; cout<<"************************\n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares destination and season //input by the user and displays data corresponding to the same. void TRAVEL::dest_seas() { char ch,destination[20],season[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER DESTINATION & SEASON FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE"; cout<<" DISPLAYED\n"; cout<<"DESTINATION "; gets(destination); cout<<"SEASON ";gets(season); int l=strlen(destination); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) destination[j]=toupper(destination[j]); int blank=20-strlen(destination); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(destination," "); destination[19]='\0'; l=strlen(season); for (j=0;j<=l;j++) season[j]=toupper(season[j]); blank=20-strlen(season); for(x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(season," "); season[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<destination<<"& "<<season<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(dest,destination)==0)&&(strcmp(seas,season)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<destination<<"& "<<season<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares the state and cost //input by the user and displays the data corresonding to the same. void TRAVEL::state_cost() { char ch,state[20],cost[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER STATE & COST RANGE FOR WHICH "; cout<<"INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED\n"; cout<<"STATE "; gets(state); cout<<"COST RANGE ";gets(cost); int l=strlen(state); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) state[j]=toupper(state[j]); int blank=20-strlen(state); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(state," "); state[19]='\0'; blank=20-strlen(cost); for(x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(cost," "); cost[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<state<<"& "<<cost<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(st,state)==0)&&(strcmp(ct,cost)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<state<<"& "<<cost<<endl; else cout<<"\nHAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares the season and state //input by the user and displays data corresponding to the same. void TRAVEL::seas_state() { char ch,state[20],season[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER STATE & SEASON FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED\n"; cout<<"STATE "; gets(state); cout<<"SEASON ";gets(season); int l=strlen(state); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) state[j]=toupper(state[j]); int blank=20-strlen(state); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(state," "); state[19]='\0'; l=strlen(season); for (j=0;j<=l;j++) season[j]=toupper(season[j]); blank=20-strlen(season); for(x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(season," "); season[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<state<<"& "<<season<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(st,state)==0)&&(strcmp(seas,season)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<state<<"& "<<season<<endl; else cout<<"\nHAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which displays the entire data of the file. void TRAVEL::all() { char ch; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"WANT TO SEE ALL RECORD Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while(!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { i++; abc.get_read(); cout<<"WANT TO SEE MORE RECORDS Y/N \n"; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND"; else cout<<"\nHAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares state input by the user and //displays data corresponding to same. void TRAVEL::get_state(char tt[20]) { char ch,state[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER STATE FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED\n"; gets(state); int l= strlen(state); for (int j=0;j<=l;j++) state[j]=toupper(state[j]); int blank=20-strlen(state); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(state," "); state[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<state<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(st,state)==0)&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<state<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares attractions //input by the user and displays data corresponding to same. void TRAVEL::get_attract(char tt[20]) { char ch,attraction[20],att[20]; int i=0,j=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER ATTRACTION/NAME OF TEMPLE OR MOSQUE/NAME OF GOD/FESTIVALS"; cout<<"/FORTS AND PALACES FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED\n"; gets(attraction); int l=strlen(attraction); for (j=0;j<=l;j++) attraction[j]=toupper(attraction[j]); int blank=20-strlen(attraction); for(int x=1;x<=blank;x++) strcat(attraction," "); attraction[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<attraction<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { for (j=0;j<5;j++) { strcpy(att,attract.name[j]); if ((strcmp(att,attraction)==0)&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { abc.get_read(); i++; } } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if (i==0) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<attraction<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares type //chosen by the user and displays all data for the same. void TRAVEL::get_all(char tt[20]) { char ch; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"WANT ALL DESTINATIONS TO BE DISPLAYED Y/N \n"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if (strcmp(ty,tt)==0) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if (i==0) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<tt<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares cost range input by the //user and displays data corresponding to the same. void TRAVEL::get_cost(char tt[20]) { char ch,cost[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER COST RANGE FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED\n"; gets(cost); int l=strlen(cost); for (i=0;i<=l;i++) strcat(cost," "); cost[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<cost<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(ct,cost)==0)&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { abc.get_read(); i++; } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if ((i==0)&&(ch=='Y')) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<cost<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares season input by the user //and displays data corresponding to the same. void TRAVEL::get_season(char tt[20]) { char ch,season[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER SEASON SUCH AS OCTOBER TO NOVEMBER FOR WHICH INFORMATION"; cout<<"IS TO BE DISPLAYED \n"; gets(season); int l=strlen(season); for(int j=0;j<=l;j++) season[j]=toupper(season[j]); int blank=20-strlen(season); for(int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(season," "); season[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<season<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(seas,season)==0)&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if (i==0) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<season<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares destination input by the //user and displays data corresponding to that. void TRAVEL::get_dest(char tt[20]) { char ch,destination[20]; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER DESTINATION FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED \n"; gets(destination); int l=strlen(destination); for(int j=0;j<=l;j++) destination[j]=toupper(destination[j]); int blank=20-strlen(destination); for (int x=1;x<blank;x++) strcat(destination," "); destination[19]='\0'; cout<<"WANT TO FIND RECORD FOR "<<destination<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if ((strcmp(dest,destination)==0)&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if (i==0) cout<<"\n !!!NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<destination<<"!!!"<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //member function of class TRAVEL which compares alphabet input by the user //and displays data starting from same. void TRAVEL::get_alpha(char tt[20]) { char ch,alpha; int i=0; fstream tfile("tourism.dat",ios::binary|ios::in|ios::out); tfile.seekg(0,ios::beg); cout<<"ENTER ALPHABET FOR WHICH INFORMATION IS TO BE DISPLAYED \n"; alpha=toupper(getche()); cout<<"\n WANT TO FIND RECORD STARTING FROM "<<alpha<<" Y/N"<<endl; ch=toupper(getch()); tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); while (!(tfile.eof())&&(ch=='Y')) { if((alpha==dest[0])&&(strcmp(ty,tt)==0)) { i++; abc.get_read(); } tfile.read((char*)&abc,sizeof(TRAVEL)); } tfile.close(); if (i==0) cout<<"\n NO RECORD FOUND FOR "<<alpha<<endl; else cout<<"\n HAVE A GOOD DAY \n"; wait(); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE HILL STATIONS. void hill() { int ok,blank,y; char type[20]={"HILL STATION" }; blank=20-strlen(type); for(int i=1;i<=blank;i++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for (y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION----> 1 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY-----> 2 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET--> 3 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE-------------> 4 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSEASON-----------------> 5 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL HILL STATIONS------> 6 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tPARTICULAR ATTRACTION--> 7 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT-------------------> 8 \t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for (y=1;y<12;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout << "\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1: abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2: abc.get_state(type); break; case 3: abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4: abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5: abc.get_season(type); break; case 6: abc.get_all(type); break; case 7: abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=8); } // FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER CHOOSES TO SEE SOUTHERN DESTINATIONS. void south() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"SOUTH"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t ENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t NAME OF DESTINATION-----------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t STATE WISE DISPLAY------------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t A PARTICULAR ALPHABET---------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t COST RANGE--------------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t SEASON------------------------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t ALL SOUTHERN DESTINATIONS-----> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t FESTIVALS OF SOUTH------------> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t EXIT--------------------------> 8\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<12;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t Enter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1: abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_season(type); break; case 6:abc.get_all(type); break; case 7:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8: break; default:cout<<" INVALID CHOICE \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=8); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER CHOOSES TO SEE RELIGIOUS PLACES. void religion() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"RELIGIOUS"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE AND PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION----> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY-----> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET--> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE-------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSEASON-----------------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL RELIGIOUS PLACES---> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF GOD------------> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF TEMPLE/MOSQUE--> 8\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT-------------------> 9\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<12;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_season(type); break; case 6:abc.get_all(type); break; case 7:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 9: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=9); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE SEA BEACHES. void seas() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"BEACH"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION----> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY-----> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET--> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE-------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSEASON-----------------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL BEACHES------------> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tPARTICULAR ATTRACTION--> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT-------------------> 8\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<11;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout <<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_season(type); break; case 6:abc.get_all(type); break; case 7:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n"; delay(1500); break; } } while(ok!=8); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE WILD LIFE SANCTURIES. void sancturies() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"SANCTURIES"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION---------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY----------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET-------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE------------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSEASON----------------------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL WILD LIFE SANCTURIES----> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tPARTICULAR ATTRACTION-------> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT------------------------> 8\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<11;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_season(type); break; case 6:abc.get_all(type); break; case 7:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=8); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE LIST OF SHOPPING CENTRES. void shopping() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"SHOPPING"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<8;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION---------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL SHOPPING CENTRES--------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tPARTICULAR ATTRACTION-------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT------------------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------\n"; for(y=1;y<11;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_all(type); break; case 3:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 4: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=4); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE HISTORICAL PLACES. void historical() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"HISTORICAL"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION---------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY----------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET-------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE------------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL HISTORICAL PLACES-------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tFORTS AND PALACES-----------> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT------------------------> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<12;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_all(type); break; case 6:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 7: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=7); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS TO SEE EASTERN PLACES. void east() { int ok,y; char type[20]={"EAST"}; int blank=20-strlen(type); for (int l=1;l<=blank;l++) strcat(type," "); type[19]='\0'; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tNAME OF DESTINATION---------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE WISE DISPLAY----------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tA PARTICULAR ALPHABET-------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tCOST RANGE------------------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSEASON----------------------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL EASTERN DESTINATIONS----> 6\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tPARTICULAR ATTRACTION-------> 7\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT------------------------> 8\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<12;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.get_dest(type); break; case 2:abc.get_state(type); break; case 3:abc.get_alpha(type); break; case 4:abc.get_cost(type); break; case 5:abc.get_season(type); break; case 6:abc.get_all(type); break; case 7:abc.get_attract(type); break; case 8: break; default:cout<<"invalid choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=8); } //FUNCTION TO BE CALLED WHEN USER WANTS EXTRA INFORMATION FOR ALL TYPE OF //PLACES . void extra(void) { int ok,y; do { clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tENTER CHOICE & PRESS ENTER\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\tDESTINATION & SEASON------> 1\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE & SEASON ------> 2\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tSTATE & COST ------> 3\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tALL ------> 4\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"\t\t\tEXIT ------> 5\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<14;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\tEnter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:abc.dest_seas(); break; case 2:abc.seas_state(); break; case 3:abc.state_cost(); break; case 4:abc.all(); break; case 5: break; default:cout<<"Invalid Choice \n";delay(1500);break; } } while(ok!=5); } // FUNCTION FOR THE FIRST SCREEN. void starter() { clearviewport(); char s; while(!kbhit()) { for(int i=0;i<3;i++) { circle(20,20,40+5*i); circle(618,20,40+5*i); circle(20,458,40+5*i); circle(618,458,40+5*i); circle(320,20,40+5*i); circle(320,458,40+5*i); circle(20,240,40+5*i); circle(618,240,40+5*i); delay(100); } for(i=1;i<5;i++) { line(5*i-5,0,5*i-5,479); line(0,5*i-5,639,5*i-5); line(639-5*(i-1),0,639-5*(i-1),479); line(0,484-5*i,639,484-5*i); delay(100); } settextjustify(CENTER_TEXT,CENTER_TEXT); for(i=2;i<=9;i++) { settextstyle(TRIPLEX_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,5); setcolor(i+6); outtextxy(320,65+10*i,"TOURS & TRAVELS "); delay(100); setcolor(BLACK); outtextxy(320,65+10*i,"TOURS & TRAVELS "); setcolor(i+6); settextstyle(DEFAULT_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,2); outtextxy(320,240,"Project made by - "); settextstyle(SMALL_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,6); setcolor(2); outtextxy(320,285,"Prashasti Mishra & Anuradha Dalmia "); setcolor(i+6); settextstyle(SMALL_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,6); outtextxy(320,325,"A Complete Tours & Travels Management Package"); settextstyle(SMALL_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,6); setcolor(CYAN); outtextxy(450,380,"Press any key to continue..... "); } settextstyle(TRIPLEX_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,5); setcolor(i+5); outtextxy(320,65+10*i,"TOURS & TRAVELS "); delay(500); clearviewport(); delay(100); setcolor(WHITE); } //if((s=getche())>=0); settextjustify(LEFT_TEXT,TOP_TEXT); settextstyle(DEFAULT_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,5); } // END OF STARTER FUNCTION void last(void) { float y1,a,b,i,axisx,axisy; int c,z=1; long float x; int gdriver = DETECT, gmode, errorcode; clrscr(); initgraph(&gdriver, &gmode, "c:\\bgi"); // setbkcolor(BLACK); for(i=0;i<=2;i+=.5) { for (x=-12.3662/2;x<=12.3662/2;x+=0.01745) { a=-i*exp(-(x*x)); b=100*a; c=b; y1=p+c; putpixel(318+x*100,y1,z); delay(1); } z++; } axisx=37;axisy=12; for(i=.5;i<=2;i+=.5) { gotoxy(axisx,axisy); axisy-=3; sound(750*i); delay(200); nosound(); } axisx=2;axisy=17; for(i=-3;i<=3;i++) { gotoxy(axisx,axisy); axisx+=12; sound(750*i); delay(200); nosound(); } settextjustify(CENTER_TEXT,CENTER_TEXT); for(i=2;i<=9;i++) { settextstyle(TRIPLEX_FONT,HORIZ_DIR,5); setcolor(i+6); outtextxy(320,210+25*i,"THANK YOU "); } getch(); } // END OF LAST FUNCTION. //MAIN BODY OF THE PROGRAM void main (void) { int ok,y; int gdriver=DETECT,gmode,errorcode; initgraph(&gdriver,&gmode,""); starter(); do { initgraph(&gdriver,&gmode,""); graphresult(); clrscr(); clearviewport(); setbkcolor(BLUE); for(y=1;y<5;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\t\tENTER CHOICE\t\t\t\t\t"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; cout<<"\t\t\t HILL STATION ------> 1\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t SOUTHERN DESTINATION ------> 2\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t RELIGOUS PLACE ------> 3\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t SEA SIDE ------> 4\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t WILD LIFE SANTURIES ------> 5\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t SHOPPING CENTRES ------> 6\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t HISTORICAL PLACES ------> 7\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t EXPLORE EAST ------> 8\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t PROGRAMMER ------> 9\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t EXTRA ------> 10\n"; cout<<"\t\t\t EXIT ------> 11\n"; cout<<"--------------------------------------------------------"; cout<<"------------------------"; for(y=1;y<10;y++) cout << "\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t " << endl; cout<<"\t\t\t Enter choice : "; cin>>ok; switch(ok) { case 1:hill(); break; case 2:south(); break; case 3:religion(); break; case 4:seas(); break; case 5:sancturies(); break; case 6:shopping(); break; case 7:historical(); break; case 8:east(); break; case 9:pass(); break; case 10:extra(); break; case 11: break; default:cout<<"INVALID CHOICE \n";delay(1500);break; } closegraph(); } while (ok!=11); last(); }

This is a list of rules that guys wished women knew? Rules For Women -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a list of rules that guys wished women knew... (In response to the popular "A Woman's 50 Rules for Men") 1. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up put it down. 2. Don't cut your hair. Ever. 3. Don't make us guess. 4. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. 5. Sometimes, he's not thinking about you. Live with it. 6. He's never thinking about "The Relationship." 7. Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat. 8. Dogs are better than cats. 9. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. 10. Shopping is not everybody's idea of a good time. 11. Anything you wear is fine. Really. 12. You have enough clothes. 13. You have too many shoes. 14. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it. 15. Your brother is an idiot. 16. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work. 17. No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. 18. Share the bathroom 19. Share the closet. 20. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 21. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. 22. Nothing says 'I love you' like sex in the morning. 23. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. 24. Check your oil. 25. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. 26. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we. 27. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. 28. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes. 29. Yes, and No are perfectly acceptable answers. 30. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived. 31. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. 32. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are? 33. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out. 34. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done-not both. 35. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at. 36. Don't make 50 rules when 36 will do.

How you can connect you Ps2 for online gaming? Do you want to play online? Well I can help you! Ok........there are 2 things that you MUST HAVE to play online 1) you will need "broadband' 2) you will also need an e-mail address that works. If you already know how to play online and your gaming system is saying it can not connect to the internet, set the year to 2000 on your gaming system. you will also need to reconfigure your IP, then turn off the Rougher for 20seconds and then turn back on, then test your setting’s if you are playing though a Router/firewall you will need to Enable Port FORWARDING (Port forwarding can interfere with game play, and some games will say that you Router/firewall is in the way or that the port is not open. for more information on port FORWARDING go to portforward ) (If you have played online before you got a modchip (only if you have) and the sever is saying that it cannot connect, it is because they make a note of your serial no on the HDD and when you get the modchip installed and if you upgrade the HDD the serial no on the HDD is different to the serial no on the HDD that was in your Xbox previously . there is away around this….if you can boot your gaming system with no mod mode then you will be able to play online ;) (For Xbox, to play online you will need to buy an online card from you local gaming store, for Ps2 you will not need to, you just pay for the price of the LAN) Have you ever had a problem when a message comes up and say please check your files and configurations?? Well you don’t have to …..All you need to do is turn of the Router for 20 seconds and then turn back on and away you play... ;) If the sever say please contact someone….DON’T!!!! All you need to do is clean the disk!! And then put the game back in and then reset the console! When there are no games or other people online. Stay online and make a game, and in no time someone will join your game. Most people think because there is no one else online there is no point in Making a game and then they go offline. WARINING!! The ISP’S can not help you with online gaming they don’t know anything at all it’s just a waste of time trying to call them and talking, I’m the one that can help you with anything If you want to play online with games that are made by Sony you will have to register you Ps2 at https://www.ps2registration.com/user/console_registration/index.jhtml and make an account with them. When you do this you will be sent a disk by Sony so you can play online with there games. When you get you Ps2 you will have a pace of paper that will have some information on what to do. Keep this in a safe place. Your online code is on the back of this!!!! AND YOU WILL NEED THE CODE!!! How to set up if you know nothing about it. Q) Do you have broadband? A) If not, you can talk to you phone company and see if they provide broadband, a recommended broadband provider (ISP) is telecom, It’s the best for playing online gaming Q) Do you have an E-mail address? A) If no, you can set-up an email address at: www.hotmail.com Q) Do you have a Router? A) If you don’t, you can get one from your local DES store. If you buy a Router you will need to get it set up by a professional (You can fined one in you phone book) DO NOT, DO NOT!! PLAY ONLINE WITH WIRELESS ROUTER, IT WILL SOLW DOWN GAME PLAY!!! (You will need to get this set up by a professional…you can fined one in you phone book) (You will need 2X “Ethernet cable” you can buy them from your local DSE store) (This is only for people that have a fat Ps2) If you have an old Ps2 you will need to buy what’s called a PS2 Network Adaptor from TradeMe for $65.00 www.trademe.co.nz Q) Do you want to talk to other people whilst playing online? A) You can buy a Ps2 head set from www.trademe.co.nz It will help if you make a list of what you need to get when you go shopping for the hardware Have you ever wanted to know why copied Ps2 or Xbox games will not play back without a mod chip? Well…..on the disk there is a code(DeCSS), only the Ps2 or Xbox itself can read…if you try copy it with your PC it can not read the code so it can put it onto the other copy . If you are lucky DVD Decrypter will copy and Decrypt DeCSS (the encrypted code on the disk) and put it onto the copy that you make. %5 out of %100 worked for them and they could play the game with no mod chip. If burning game and DVD’s do not use an 8.5gig bubble layer DVD. It will not play the movies or games. For more information on DeCSS go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DeCSS If you want to copy a Ps2 or Xbox game etc… go to http://fileforum.betanews.com/download/D for more information on how to copy games see page 6 and 7. If you try play a copied game online it will not work unless if the game has been patched With DNAS code (you can down load the patching files from the internet ...search “DNAS patch code”) Games that where made before 2003 that have online play will not need to be patched DNAS. The DNAS do this to see if the game is real or not and then they let you pasted. For DNAS error code FAQ go to http://www.dslreports.com/faq/11354 Ps2, Xbox 360 games and DVD from other countries will sometimes not work w/out a mod chip. On the bottom right corner of the box there is a logo that will have NTSC, PAL/SECAM, or SEAM...See the pix bellow with the read cercal around it that’s where the logo is….. On DVD box it will be in different place to the game box. This is a Ps2 game box N T S C National Television System Committee Lines/Field 525/60 Horizontal Frequency 15.734 kHz Vertical Frequency 60 Hz Color Sub carrier Frequency 3.579545 MHz Video Bandwidth 4.2 MHz Sound Carrier 4.5 MHz P A L Phase Alternating Line SYSTEM PAL PAL N PAL M Line/Field 625/50 625/50 525/60 Horizontal Freq. 15.625 kHz 15.625 kHz 15.750 kHz Vertical Freq. 50 Hz 50 Hz 60 Hz Color Sub Carrier 4.433618 MHz 3.582056 MHz 3.575611 MHz Video Bandwidth 5.0 MHz 4.2 MHz 4.2 MHz Sound Carrier 5.5 MHz 4.5 MHz 4.5 MHz This will let you play copied games without a mod chip but it will cost. Programs needed: Dvd Decrypter: http://dvddecrypter.com/index.php?act=download (I can send this to you for free) Isobuster: http://www.isobusterdownload.org/isobuster_all_lang.zip (I can send this to you for free) Cdvdgen: http://www.btinternet.com/~ps2rippininfo/tools/cddvdgen.exe 1) COPY THE PS2 GAME DVD TO YOUR HARD DRIVE AS AN ISO IMAGE. a) OPEN DVD Decrypter. b) IN THE DESTINATION AREA, CLICK ON THE FOLDER ICON TO CHOOSE BOTH A NAME AND A STORAGE LOCATION FOR THE ISO IMAGE. c) CLICK ON MODE > ISO > READ. D) CLICK ON THE DVD ICON TO START THE PROCESS. e) WAIT UNTIL THE PROCESS IS FINISHED THEN CLOSE DECRYPTER AND GO TO STEP 2. 2) EXTRACT THE FILES FROM THE ISO IMAGE. a) CREATE A NEW FOLDER ON YOUR HARD DRIVE TO STORE THE EXTRACTED FILES. b) OPEN ISO BUSTER AND CLICK ON FILE > OPEN IMAGE FILE. c) NAVIGATE TO THE ISO FILE CREATED IN STEP 1 AND CLICK ON “OPEN”. d) HOLD THE CONTROL KEY ON YOUR KEYBOARD AND LEFT CLICK EVERY FILE AND FOLDER IN THE LIST. e) ONCE ALL THE FILES ARE HIGHLIGHTED, RIGHT CLICK ON ONE OF THEM AND CLICK ON “EXTRACT OBJECTS”. f) NAVIGATE TO THE NEW FOLDER THAT YOU CREATED ON YOUR HARD DRIVE AND CLICK “OK”. g) WAIT FOR THE PROCESS TO FINISH THEN CLOSE ISOBUSTER. 3) CONVERT THE EXTRACTED FILES INTO 2 BIN FILES. a) OPEN CDVDGEN. b) SELECT “CREATE NEW PROJECT” AND THEN SELECT “DVD-ROM MASTER DISC”. DRAG CDVDGEN TO THE LEFT SIDE OF YOUR SCREEN. c) NAVIGATE TO THE FOLDER THAT YOU CREATED ON YOUR HARD DRIVE BACK IN STEP 2 AND OPEN IT ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF YOUR SCREEN. d) SET THE WIDTH OF THAT WINDOW SO THAT IT IS ONLY 1 FILE WIDE. THIS WILL PLACE THE FILES INTO THE SAME ORDER AS THEY WERE ON THE GAME DISK BUT YOU SHOULD CHECK THEM FOR CORRECT ORDER JUST IN CASE. e) CLICK ON EDIT > SELECT ALL. f) DRAG ALL THE FILES INTO THE RIGHT SIDE OF CDVDGEN. g) LOOK FOR A SLUS OR SLES FILE AND WRITE DOWN THE FULL NAME AND THEN CLICK ON THE “VOLUME” TAB IN CDVDGEN. h) TYPE SLUS OR SLES (WHICHEVER YOUR FILE NAME IS) INTO THE 1ST BOX NEAR "DISC NAME" i) TYPE ALL OF THE NUMBERS FROM YOUR FILE NAME, WITHOUT THE PERIOD, INTO THE 2ND BOX. j) TYPE PLAYSTATION FOR THE PRODUCER NAME AND SELECT THE APPROPRIATE LICENSE AREA. K) CLICK ON "REC...". l) SELECT YOUR DESIRED STORAGE LOCATION AND NAME THE FILE STAR.IML m) YOU WILL GET 2 ERRORS, JUST CLICK OK FOR BOTH. (If you get one error message, then you have to download “WNASPI32.DLL” www.Nero.com/us/WNASPI32.DLL.html and put it in your windows system 32 folder. n)THE RECORDING SCREEN WILL POP UP, CLICK ON FILE > EXPORT IMAGE AND SAVE IT ON ONE OF YOUR HARD DRIVES (NOT IN A FOLDER) NAME IT STAR.LST o) WHEN IT'S FINISHED, YOU WILL HAVE 2 FILES NAMED STAR.000 AND STAR.001 p)CLOSE CDVDGEN AND GO TO STEP 4. 4) MERGE THE .000 AND .001 FILES INTO A SINGLE ISO IMAGE. THE EASIEST WAY TO MERGE THE FILES IS FROM A COMMAND SCREEN. YOU WON'T HAVE TO INSTALL AN EXTRA PROGRAM THAT MAY NEED EXTRA FILES TO WORK AND COME ON, ADMIT IT, DOS IS SO MUCH FUN!! a) CLICK THE WINDOWS START BUTTON AND CLICK ON RUN. b) TYPE CMD IN THE BOX AND HIT ENTER. c) CHANGE THE DIRECTORY TO MATCH WHERE YOU’RE STAR.000 AND STAR.001 FILES ARE STORED. EXAMPLE- IF THEY ARE ON THE C DRIVE, TYPE CD C:\ AND HIT ENTER. IF THEY ARE ON ANOTHER DRIVE, TYPE THE DRIVE LETTER WITH A COLON AND HIT ENTER. d) ONCE YOU HAVE THE CORRECT DIRECTORY- TYPE COPY/B STAR.000 + STAR.001 STAR.ISO AND THEN HIT ENTER. e) WHEN IT'S FINISHED YOU WILL HAVE A NEW ISO IMAGE NAMED STAR.ISO THAT YOU CAN NOW BURN IN STEP 5. 5) BURN THE NEW ISO IMAGE ONTO A BLANK DVD (4.7gig). USE YOUR FAVORITE DVD BURNING UTILITY TO BURN IT AT THE SLOWEST SPEED.

plz. help me to write the main idea of this article in the NY Times. in two pages.? November 5, 2006 Where Plan A Left Ahmad Chalabi By DEXTER FILKINS 1. London, August 2006 Many miles away in a more dangerous place the dream is ending badly. The bodies pile up. Good people stream to the borders. Leaders pile money onto planes. The center is giving way. The apartment on South Street in London is an antidote to Baghdad in nearly every respect. Where the Iraqi capital rings with chaos and violence, the sidewalks of Mayfair are quiet enough to hear your own voice above the cars. Baghdad is treeless and tan; the South Street apartment opens onto a private park filled with the lushness of an English garden. Just across the way is the Anglican church where General Eisenhower, stationed here as the commander of Allied forces during the war, came to pray. A maid greets you at the door, an elderly Lebanese woman who doubles as an Arabic teacher for the children. The parlor is neatly appointed and filled with art, most of it European, different from the Baghdad house, where most of it is Iraqi. There is “Sketch of a Woman,” by Lucien Pissarro, the French painter who propagated Impressionism in London; it catches the light nicely. The furniture is expensive, the kind that makes you hesitate to sit down. But the place has a lived-in quality too; family members come and go, clutching bags and calling to one another down the hallways. No one seems the least bit awed by the man of the house, who is dressed in a bespoke suit and carries himself like a monarch, and who, until now, hasn’t spent more than a day at a time here since before the Iraq war began. For Ahmad Chalabi, Iraq is an abstraction again. Once again, his native country is a faraway land ruled by somebody else, a place where other people die. It’s a place to be discussed, rued, plotted over, from a parlor on an expensive Western street. Iraq’s new leaders, the men who excluded Chalabi from the government they formed this spring, still call for advice — several times a day, Chalabi says. He is here in London, his longtime home in exile, temporarily, he says, taking his first vacation in five years. At lunch at a nearby restaurant an hour before, he ordered the sea bass wrapped in a banana leaf. He walks the streets unattended by armed guards. But the interlude, Chalabi says, is just that, a passing thing. His doubters will come back to him; they always have. As ever, he wears a jester’s smile, wide and blank, a mask that has carried him through crises of the first world and the third. Still, a touch of bitterness can creep into Chalabi’s voice, a hint that he has concluded that his time has come and gone. Indeed, even for a man as vain and resilient as Chalabi, his present predicament stands too large to go unacknowledged. Once Iraq’s anointed leader — anointed by the Americans — Chalabi, at age 62, is without a job, spurned by the very colleagues whose ascension he engineered. His benefactors in the White House and in the Pentagon, who once gobbled up whatever half-baked intelligence Chalabi offered, now regard him as undependable and — worse — safely ignored. Chalabi’s life work, an Iraq liberated from Saddam Hussein, a modern and democratic Iraq, is spiraling toward disintegration. Indeed, for many in the West, Chalabi has become the personification of all that has gone wrong in Iraq: the lies, the arrogance, the occupation as disaster. “The real culprit in all this is Wolfowitz,” Chalabi says, referring to his erstwhile backer, the former deputy secretary of defense, Paul Wolfowitz. “They chickened out. The Pentagon guys chickened out.” Chalabi still considers Wolfowitz a friend, so he proceeds carefully. America’s big mistake, Chalabi maintains, was in failing to step out of the way after Hussein’s downfall and let the Iraqis take charge. The Iraqis, not the Americans, should have been allowed to take over immediately — the people who knew the country, who spoke the language and, most important, who could take responsibility for the chaos that was unfolding in the streets. An Iraqi government could have acted harshly, even brutally, to regain control of the place, and the Iraqis would have been without a foreigner to blame. They would have appreciated the firm hand. There would have been no guerrilla insurgency or, if there was, a small one that the new Iraqi government could have ferreted out and crushed on its own. An Iraqi leadership would have brought Moktada al-Sadr, the populist cleric, into the government and house-trained him. The Americans, in all likelihood, could have gone home. They certainly would have been home by now. “We would have taken hold of the country,” Chalabi says. “We would have revitalized the civil service immediately. We would have been able to put together a military force and an intelligence service. There would have been no insurgency. We would have had electricity. The Americans screwed it up.” Chalabi’s notion — that an Iraqi government, as opposed to an American one, could have saved the great experiment — has become one of the arguments put forth by the war’s proponents in the just-beginning debate over who lost Iraq. At best, it’s improbable: Chalabi is essentially arguing that a handful of Iraqi exiles, some of whom had not lived in the country in decades, could have put together a government and quelled the chaos that quickly engulfed the country after Hussein’s regime collapsed. They could have done this, presumably, without an army (which most wanted to dissolve) and without a police force (which was riddled with Baathists). In fact, the Americans considered the idea and dismissed it. (But not, Wolfowitz insists, because of him. His longtime aide, Kevin Kellems, said that Wolfowitz favored turning over power “as rapidly as possible to duly elected Iraqi authorities.”) The Bush administration decided to go to the United Nations and have the American role in Iraq formally described as that of an “occupying power,” a step that no Iraqi, not even the lowliest tea seller, failed to notice. They appointed L. Paul Bremer III as viceroy. Instead of empowering Iraqis, Bremer set up an advisory panel of Iraqis — one that included Chalabi — that had no power at all. The warmth that many ordinary Iraqis felt for the Americans quickly ebbed away. It’s not clear that the Americans had any other choice. But here in his London parlor, Chalabi is now contending that excluding Iraqis was the Americans’ fatal mistake. “It was a puppet show!” Chalabi exclaims again, shifting on the couch. “The worst of all worlds. We were in charge, and we had no power. We were blamed for everything the Americans did, but we couldn’t change any of it.” It’s three and a half years later now. More than 2,800 Americans are dead; more than 3,000 Iraqis die each month. The anarchy seems limitless. In May 2004, American and Iraqi agents even raided Chalabi’s home in Baghdad. He has been denounced by Bremer and by Bush and accused of passing secrets to America’s enemy, Iran. At the heart of the American decision to take over and run Iraq, Chalabi now concludes, lay a basic contempt for Iraqis, himself included. “In Wolfowitz’s mind, you couldn’t trust the Iraqis to run a democracy,” Chalabi says. “ ‘We have to teach them, give them lessons,’ in Wolfowitz’s mind. ‘We have to leave Iraq under our tutelage. The Iraqis are useless. The Iraqis are incompetent.’ “What I didn’t realize,” Chalabi says, “was that the Americans sold us out.” Turkish coffee is served, then tea. I consider Chalabi’s predicament: the Iraqi patrician, confidant of prime ministers and presidents, the M.I.T.- and University of Chicago-trained mathematics professor, owner of a Mayfair flat, complaining of being regarded, by the masters he once manipulated, as a scruffy, shiftless native. “I’ve been a friend of America, and I’ve been its enemy,” he says. “America betrays its friends. It sets them up and betrays them. I’d rather be America’s enemy.” And so he is. Sort of. With Chalabi, it’s hard to be certain, and not just because his motives are so opaque, but because he is never still. He is enigmatic, brilliant, nimble, unreliable, charming, narcissistic, finally elusive. The journey to Mayfair is a long one. What happened to Chalabi? Well, you might ask: What happened to Iraq? 2. Mushkhab, January 2005 The election is coming, and we are heading south. Twenty cars, mostly carrying men with guns. They hang out the windows, pointing their Kalashnikovs at the terrified drivers. Get out of the way or we shoot, and maybe we shoot anyway — that’s the message. But that’s Iraq. We move quickly, weaving, south in the southbound, south in the northbound. Very fast. Unbelievably fast. Drivers veer and career. We go where we want. We’re low on fuel, and a gas station beckons. It is one of the strange and singular facts of Iraqi life that despite sitting atop an ocean of oil, Iraqis must wait hours — often days — for gasoline at the pumps. Lack of refining capacity, smuggling, stealing, insurgent attacks, Soviet subsidies: it’s complicated. On the road outside Salman Pak, the line is perhaps 300 cars long. The Chalabi convoy cuts straight to the front of the line. No one protests. It’s the guns. The Iraqis wait for days, and our effrontery brings no protest. Not a peep. We get our gas and we speed away, guns out the windows. Very fast. An hour later, we arrive at our destination, Mushkhab. It’s a mostly Shiite town about 100 miles south of Baghdad. It is friendly country — to Chalabi, and still, then, to Americans. The whole town — the males, anyway — gathers round. Chalabi stands in the center, dressed in a dark gray Western suit. The Iraqis clap and read poetry; some of it they sing. It’s a tradition, a kind of serenade to the honored guest. “Hey, listen, Bush, we are Iraqis,” the poet says, and everyone is clapping. “We never bow our heads to anyone, and we won’t do it for you. We have tough guys like Chalabi on our side — be careful.” Everyone laughs. We move inside the mudhif, a tall, long, fantastic structure woven of dried river reeds, a kind of pavilion of rattan. The room is laid with hand-woven carpets, and on the walls hang framed yellowed photographs of the leaders of the tribe, Al Fatla, meeting with their British overlords many years ago. A pair of loudspeakers are set up in the front. Chalabi takes a microphone. “My Iraqi brothers, the Americans pushed out Saddam, but they did not liberate our country,” Chalabi tells the group. “We are asking you to participate in this election so that we can have an independent country. This is not just words. The Iraqi people will liberate the country.” He goes on a little more, warming to the Iraqis assembled about him. “On my way here, I saw a huge line of people waiting for gasoline,” Chalabi tells the group. “Some of them were there for two nights, carrying blankets with them. It makes me very sad to see my brothers wait for days to get gas at the station.” Shameless, huh? I thought so, too. Almost a thing of beauty. It was so outrageous I almost wanted to forgive him, as a teacher might her sassy but cleverest boy. And that’s the thing about Chalabi: he’s very difficult to dislike. It may be his secret. It was Chalabi, after all — a foreigner, an Arab — who persuaded the most powerful men and women in the United States to make the liberation of Iraq not merely a priority but an obsession. First in 1998, when Chalabi persuaded Congress to pass the Iraq Liberation Act (in turn leading to payments to his group, the Iraqi National Congress, exceeding $27 million over the next six years) and then, later, in persuading the Bush administration of the necessity of using force to destroy Saddam Hussein. And when it all went bad, when those nuclear weapons never turned up, the clever child shrugged and smiled. “We are heroes in error,” Chalabi told Britain’s Daily Telegraph. Almost with a wink. Lunch is served: a long table heaped with rice and roasted lamb. No seats. Everyone stands, dozens of us, and we dig in with our fingers. After a time, we prepare to leave. The table and the ground around it are littered with rice and lamb bones. We re-form into a convoy and speed toward the holy city of Najaf. By the time we arrive in Najaf, it’s dark. The fighting between American soldiers and the Mahdi Army irregulars laid waste to the city only a few months before, but on this night, Najaf seems remarkably calm. The pilgrim hotels lie in ruins, but the golden dome of the shrine of Imam Ali shimmers under a January moon. Chalabi exits his S.U.V. and strides inside through the 20-foot-high wooden doors. A clutch of Sunni leaders, whom Chalabi has agreed to show around, trail in step. The curiosities intersect: the Sunnis are not Shiites, and this is the holiest of Shiite places, the tomb of the son-in-law of the Holy Prophet and the very heart of the Shiite faith. But they are still Muslims, and they are allowed to pass. As a non-Muslim, I wait outside in the street. More unlikely than the presence of the Sunnis is their tour guide, Chalabi. Or it was unlikely. Not anymore. Chalabi, the Westernized, Western-educated mathematician, has entered his Islamist phase. It’s not terribly convincing. He does not don a turban. He has no beard. He does not pray. He does not, really, even pretend. But as a practical politician — as an exile come home to a strange land getting stranger by the day — Chalabi had to do something. Relations between Chalabi and the Bush administration began to sour almost immediately after the fall of Hussein, when the Americans decided against putting Iraqis — presumably Chalabi — in charge. Bremer considered him an egomaniac. When no W.M.D. turned up, more and more Americans came to blame Chalabi for the war. Chalabi’s association with the Americans grew more disadvantageous by the day. The break came on May 20, 2004, when the Americans, accusing Chalabi of telling the Iranian government that the Americans were eavesdropping on their secret communications, swooped in on his Baghdad compound. American troops sealed off Mansour, the neighborhood where Chalabi lived, while scores of Iraqi and American agents kicked in the compound doors. One of the Iraqis, Chalabi said, put a gun to his head. “Look, I think they tried to kill him,” Richard Perle, the former Pentagon adviser and longtime Chalabi friend, said of the American and Iraqi agents. “I think the raid on his house was intended to result in violence. They had sent 20 or 40 Humvees over there. Chalabi was being protected by a force of about 100 guys with machine guns. It is a miracle that it didn’t result in a massive shootout.” No shots were fired, but the break seemed final. Isolated, Chalabi turned to Islam — and, in particular, to Moktada al-Sadr, the Shiite cleric and leader of two armed uprisings against the Americans and the Iraqi government. Sadr is an erratic and unpredictable young man who sometimes ends his sermons with apocalyptic visions of the “hidden” 12th imam revealing himself. He is also the most popular man in Iraq. In the anarchy that ensued following the fall of Hussein, Iraqis, once known for their largely secular outlook, ran headlong toward Islam. Religion and anarchy moved together: the worse conditions got in the streets, the more Islamic Iraqis became. In the three and a half years that I have known Chalabi, I never once saw him pray. Or give any indication that he harbored religious beliefs at all. Mowaffak al-Rubaie, the Iraqi national security adviser and a devout Shiite, told me once that when he and a group of five senior Iraqi politicians visited the Imam Ali shrine in 2004, all of them prayed but Chalabi. While the others knelt, Rubaie said, Chalabi stood quietly with his hands folded in front of him. On this return visit to the Imam Ali shrine, Chalabi and his Sunni colleagues spent 10 minutes inside and exited without saying a thing. But word travels quickly down Najaf’s narrow streets, and by the time our convoy sped back to Baghdad, there were very few people in Najaf who did not know that Chalabi had come. Once, when I asked Chalabi about his flirtation with the Islamists, he answered not in terms of religion but of politics. Moktada, he explained, was not essentially dangerous but merely misunderstood, an outsider who could be coaxed into Iraq’s new democratic order. Chalabi was happy to act as the bridge, and if he benefited politically from his efforts, he was not complaining. “The Americans made a mistake when they excluded Moktada in the beginning,” Chalabi told me. “Our real business is to persuade everybody that Sadr is better inside than outside, and to provide some measure of comfort to the middle class that he is not going to eat them up.” Indeed, Chalabi and Sadr are not as unlikely a pair as they may seem. Musa al-Sadr, the late Iranian-born ayatollah and Moktada’s cousin, presided over Chalabi’s wedding in Beirut in 1971. Chalabi’s wife, Leila, is the daughter of Adel Osseiran, a leader of the Lebanese independence movement. Musa al-Sadr was the founder of Amal, which became the prototypical Shiite party in the Middle East. It seemed like a game, and not one that Chalabi liked to give away. Whenever I asked him about his coziness with Moktada, and how it squared with his own religious beliefs, I usually received a curt retort. For a time, Chalabi — and the Americans — got the better of the deal. Moktada fielded candidates in the January 2005 election, and his militia, though still untamed, fell into line behind its leader. He endorsed something less than an absolute role for Islam in the Iraqi Constitution. By early 2006, parties loyal to Sadr held the largest bloc in the Iraqi Parliament. As for Chalabi, Moktada kept him afloat a little longer. But in siding with the Islamists, Chalabi helped make them stronger than they were, and he threw his weight behind a number of trends that were only then becoming dominant: the Islamization of Iraqi society, the division of Iraq into sectarian cantons. Those trends later spiraled out of control, into the de facto civil war that is unfolding now. Some Iraqis who watched Chalabi then still don’t forgive him — and they think that ultimately, the Islamists got the better of him. “Ahmad’s problem is that Ahmad is usually the smartest man in the room, and he thinks he can control what happens,” I was told by an Iraqi official who worked with Chalabi at the time and who would speak only anonymously. “But these guys don’t care if you have a Ph.D. in math; they’ll kill you. In the end, things went way past the point where Ahmad thought they would ever go. I can’t imagine he wanted that. But he helped start it.” 3. Baghdad, October 2005 Chalabi is standing on the rooftop of his ancestral home in Khadimiya, a heavily Shiite neighborhood known for its shrine. Mansour, the area where he has lived since Hussein’s fall, has slipped into anarchy. The final round of nationwide elections is a couple of months away. For the moment, Chalabi is the deputy prime minister, behind the affable but ineffectual Ibrahim Jaafari. Across the street stand a pair of grain silos built by his father, Abdul Hadi Chalabi. Downstairs, on a wall in the sitting room, there is an old British map dating to the 1920’s, showing Baghdad, which was much smaller than it is now. North of Baghdad, in what was then farmland and what is now Khadimiya, a dot indicates a town. The dot says, “Chalabi.” At the time, Chalabi’s family owned nearly two and a half million acres throughout Iraq. Those vast holdings are reduced to the compound where Chalabi now stands. It’s about 10 acres, including the main house, which a team of workers is renovating, a large swimming pool, a grove of date palms and, in the back, a mudhif. There is a row of garages, decrepit now, where workers once serviced the machinery and trucks that brought the wheat and dates to market. “Imagine,” Chalabi says, turning to me. “And C.I.A. says I have no roots here.” Chalabi spent 45 years in exile. Under the Hashemite monarchy installed by the British after World War I, the ruling class of the new Iraq was largely made up of Sunni Muslims, as it had been under the Ottoman Turks. The Chalabis were part of the small Shiite elite; most of the rest of the Shiite majority formed a vast underclass. The remnants of that Shiite elite now form a sizable slice of the political establishment of post-Saddam Iraq. In addition to Chalabi, there is Adil Abdul Mahdi, the vice president, a Chalabi friend since boyhood; Ayad Allawi, the former president, who is a Chalabi relative by marriage; and Feisal al-Istrabadi, the deputy ambassador to the United Nations in New York. In the 1950’s, Chalabi, Mahdi and Allawi were schoolmates at Baghdad College, an elite Jesuit high school. Even in their class photos, nearly a half-century old, all three men are instantly recognizable: Mahdi, the soft-spoken intellectual; Allawi, the charming bully; and Chalabi, the boy genius in a bow tie. On July 14, 1958, King Faisal II, the British-backed monarch, was deposed and killed; a day later, the prime minister, Nuri al-Said, fled to the home of Chalabi’s sister, Thamina. She dressed Said in an abaya, the head-to-toe gown worn by women. With the army closing in, Thamina Chalabi took Said to the home of Feisal al-Istrabadi’s grandparents. Ahmad Chalabi, then 14, watched his mother and Bibiya al-Istrabadi weep as they pondered the prime minister’s fate. “Three or four hours later, Said was dead,” Chalabi told me. “He shot himself.” Chalabi fled Iraq a few months later, first for Lebanon, then England and then America, where he received a degree in mathematics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and a doctorate from the University of Chicago. (Dissertation title: “Jacobson Radical of Group Algebras Over Fields Characteristic p.”) He did not return to Baghdad until April 11, 2003. Chalabi’s homecoming, after the U.S. invasion, was not the triumphant return he hoped it would be. What should have been his principal claim to legitimacy — his central role in toppling Saddam — never carried him very far; it became a liability as Iraq descended into chaos. In the new Iraq, Westernized elites carried less and less authority. Power belonged to the clerics and to the populists. And then there was the scandal at Petra Bank in Jordan, the outlines of which every Iraqi, no matter how dimly educated, seemed already to know: that Chalabi had been convicted in absentia for fraud and sentenced to 22 years in prison for embezzling almost $300 million. (Chalabi, who fled Jordan before he could be arrested, has long denied the charges, maintaining that they were cooked up by the Jordanian government under pressure from Saddam Hussein. Last year, the Jordanians signaled that they were willing to pardon Chalabi. But Chalabi insisted on a public apology, which the Jordanians refused to give.) Even the small army of Iraqi exiles that Chalabi had raised before the war never grew to be much more than a personal militia. One poll, conducted in early 2004, showed him to be the least trusted public figure in Iraq — even less trusted than Saddam Hussein. Dexter Filkins The suspicions that ordinary Iraqis harbored about Chalabi were never relieved by his industriousness. As oil minister and deputy prime minister, Chalabi worked night and day, often on the minutiae of Iraq’s oil pipelines and electricity lines or the precise wording, in Arabic and English, of the Iraqi Constitution. I typically went to see Chalabi at night, sometimes at 9 or 10, and usually had to wait an hour or so while he finished with his other visitors. If it was true that Chalabi had returned to Iraq with the expectation of acquiring power, it was not true that he was unwilling to work for it. Chalabi, like all Iraqi political leaders, functioned in conditions of mortal danger at nearly all times. Even when he wanted to walk into his backyard, he had to be followed by armed guards. It’s an exhausting and debilitating way to live. But while many Iraqi exiles either gave up and returned to the West, or now spend as much time outside the country as in, Chalabi stayed in Iraq almost continuously following Hussein’s fall. For all the hard work, his zigging and zagging across the political spectrum frustrated many of the Iraqi elites — his only natural constituency — especially after his flirtation with the Islamists. “I don’t think Chalabi has any credibility left,” Adnan Pachachi, the 83-year-old former foreign minister, told me before the 2005 elections. “He is not acceptable to Iraqis. People don’t like him shifting all the time. This thing with Moktada — it’s ridiculous.” One who remained true was his friend Mahdi, who seemed, perhaps from his boyhood days swimming in the Tigris with Chalabi, to carry a deeper understanding of his old friend. “This is the style of Ahmad,” Mahdi told me just before the elections. “He was a banker. He works a dossier. Each time it’s different — he invests here, he invests there, he invests elsewhere. He has had successes, he has had maybe his failures. I can work with him.” Chalabi never grasped his essential unpopularity. In the first round of elections, in January 2005, Chalabi rode into office as a member of the United Iraqi Alliance, the Shiite coalition pulled together by Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani, the powerful Shiite religious leader. Nearly every Shiite in Iraq voted for the U.I.A., and a name on its slate all but guaranteed a seat in the Parliament. The leadership of the U.I.A. was sharply Islamist. Nearly a year later, as the December 2005 elections approached, Chalabi veered again, away from the Islamists, away from Moktada. Chalabi publicly chided the Shiite coalition as being too Islamic-minded, declaring he didn’t want to be a member of a government that was planning to transform Iraq into an Islamist state. By that time, of course, Iraq was already quite Islamist anyway. “They’re Islamist, and I don’t want to be part of the sectarian project,” Chalabi told me just before the elections that December. I actually believed him, but given his association with Moktada, it didn’t seem that many other Iraqis would. The reality, anyway, was more complicated. In the weeks before the election, the Shiite alliance offered Chalabi and his supporters 5 seats on its 275-seat slate; Chalabi demanded 10. Some Shiite leaders told me that they had deliberately offered Chalabi a low figure in the hope that he would leave their alliance for good. Mahdi, the vice president, denied that this was true. “For four days I tried to convince him; I even threatened him,” Mahdi told me. “I said, ‘Ahmad, if you leave this room, we will be no more friends.’ I was not serious. I was only threatening.” So Chalabi went his own way. If he had wanted only a seat for himself, he could have taken his place in the Shiite alliance; plenty of other Iraqis did. In going alone, he must have known that he was risking disaster. He went ahead anyway. A few days before the election, I drove up to Chalabi’s compound in Khadimiya for a lunch he was holding for tribal leaders. In much the same fashion as in Mushkhab 11 months before, about 100 sheiks from Sadr City listened to a Chalabi speech before descending on heaps of lamb and rice. One of the sheiks, a man named Sahaeh Masif al-Kindh, approached me as he walked out. “Chalabi didn’t forget us when we were living under Saddam,” al-Kindh told me. “He was Saddam’s biggest enemy. We don’t forget that.” 4. Washington, November 2005 The second round of Iraqi elections is only a few weeks away, and the wheel is turning again. Chalabi, once in favor, then out, is back in. Ostensibly, he has been invited to Washington by Treasury Secretary John Snow to talk about the Iraqi economy. But it’s more than that. He’s going to see Vice President Cheney, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld. The allegations that prompted the raid on Chalabi’s compound 18 months before, that he tipped the Iranians to American eavesdropping, are mysteriously forgotten. Indeed, everything seems to have been forgotten. Chalabi is rising on the catastrophe that Iraq has become. The Bush administration is grasping for anyone who might help them. On paper at least, Chalabi has a shot at becoming prime minister. Most of the meetings are private. There is a dinner at the home of Richard Perle for some of Chalabi’s old Washington friends. One of the events, a speech at the American Enterprise Institute, is public. The room is filled. At the end of a speech, Chalabi is asked by someone in the crowd if he would like to apologize for misleading the Bush administration about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Chalabi nods as if he knew the question was coming. “This is an urban myth,” he says. The audience gasps. Chalabi told me later that his role as an intelligence conduit on weapons of mass destruction began shortly after the Sept. 11 attacks, when he was contacted by the Department of Defense. Not vice versa. “They came to us and asked, ‘Can you help us find something on Saddam?’ ” he said. “We put out feelers.” By that time, the autumn of 2001, Chalabi had a long record of working with the American government in its shadow war against Hussein. Throughout the 1990’s, however, Chalabi demonstrated time and again that he would pursue his own interests, even if they clashed with those of the United States. There was the time in 1995, for instance, when Chalabi, under the employ of the C.I.A. in the Kurdish-controlled city of Erbil, launched an unauthorized attack on Hussein’s army. The attack failed to spark an uprising against Hussein; the Turks sent troops into northern Iraq; the C.I.A. was furious. It was a fiasco. “Very quickly he got out of control,” one retired C.I.A. officer who worked with Chalabi told me. “We didn’t know what he was doing over there. He was trying to provoke a war with Saddam.” Then there was the time, in 1996, when Chalabi interfered with a C.I.A. plot to topple Saddam. I heard the story not from Chalabi but from Perle, the Bush defense adviser and Chalabi friend. As Perle tells it, Chalabi called him in a panic from London, telling him that a C.I.A.-backed plot against Hussein was fatally compromised. The fact that the C.I.A.’s Iraqi front-man for the plot, Ayad Allawi, was a rival of Chalabi’s (as well as his relative) had nothing to do with his concerns, Perle said. As Perle tells it, he quickly telephoned the C.I.A. director at the time, John Deutch, who agreed to meet in downtown Washington. Perle said he spent an hour laying out Chalabi’s worries. “He was obviously concerned,” Perle said of Deutch. The plot went ahead anyway. It was a catastrophe. Hussein arrested as many as 800 people and reportedly executed dozens of high-ranking officers. As a final indignity, Hussein’s men dialed up Allawi’s headquarters in Amman, Jordan, on a C.I.A.-provided communications device they captured from the plotters and left a message: “You might as well pack up and go home.” Some people in the C.I.A. held Chalabi responsible, believing that he had spread word of the plot in order to deny Ayad Allawi the upper hand in the exile movement. “There was abiding suspicion in the agency that Chalabi blew it,” the former C.I.A. agent said. The fallout over the failed coup precipitated the C.I.A.’s decision to break ties with Chalabi. Chalabi dismisses those claims, and some in the C.I.A. from the period back him up. “Chalabi was as true to me as the day was long,” says Robert Baer, a former C.I.A. field agent in northern Iraq. “If Chalabi was going to blow the operation, why would he tell the C.I.A.?” There was the money issue, too. Throughout the 1990’s, as the C.I.A. and Congress funneled millions of dollars to Chalabi’s organization, the Iraqi National Congress, rumors swirled about corruption. One of the skeptics was W. Patrick Lang, a senior official at the Defense Intelligence Agency. In 1995, Lang told me, he was sitting in the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel in Washington, when he overheard a group of Iraqis talking about the money they had received from the American government. “I knew who these guys were, and I heard them speaking Arabic, and it was obviously Iraqi Arabic,” Lang said. “So I went over and sat next to them and listened. So what they were talking about was how to spend the Americans’ money, going on shopping trips, stuff like that. Oh, they were talking about going shopping for jewelry for women, toys for kids. Consumer goods. They were also talking about Las Vegas. ‘We will sneak out of here and go to Las Vegas. We have a lot of money now.’ ” A couple of years later, Lang said, he visited the office of Senator Trent Lott, then the Senate majority leader. After introducing an Arab businessman to Lott, Lang sat in Lott’s anteroom with a number of Capitol Hill staff members who helped draft the Iraq Liberation Act, which provided millions of dollars to Chalabi’s Iraqi National Congress. They were praising Chalabi: “They were talking about him, that Chalabi fits into this plan as a very worthwhile, virtuous exemplar of modernization, somebody who could help reform first Iraq and then the Middle East. They were very pleased with themselves.” Lang, an old Middle East hand who had worked in Iraq in the 1980’s, said he was stunned. “You guys need to get out more,” Lang recalls saying at the time. “It’s a fantasy.” Years later, Lang said, many of the same men who were sitting in Lott’s office that day became key players in the Pentagon’s plans for an invasion of Iraq. Which brings us back to Chalabi’s “urban myth”: the notion that he provided bogus intelligence to the Bush administration and helped persuade them — or provide the pretext — to invade Iraq. In his speech at the American Enterprise Institute, Chalabi exhorted the audience to turn to Page 108 of the Robb-Silverman report, a recently completed blue-ribbon investigation, which, he said, exonerates him. It does, in a way. The report does not say that Chalabi & Company played an important role in the events leading to the war. It says only that the Bush administration did not rely much on intelligence Chalabi handed over in making the decision to invade. “In fact, overall, C.I.A.’s postwar investigations revealed that I.N.C.-related sources had a minimal impact on prewar assessments,” the report says. This is also Chalabi’s version. In the run-up to war, he says, he provided only three defectors to the American intelligence community. “We did not vouch for any of their information,” Chalabi told me. One of the people whom the I.N.C. made available to American intelligence was Adnan Ihsan al-Haideri, who claimed that he had worked on buildings that were used to store biological, nuclear and chemical weapons equipment. Chalabi told me that he made Haideri available to American intelligence at a safe house in Bangkok. He didn’t think much of Haideri or his information, he says, and was astonished to learn later that the information he provided became a pillar of the Americans’ charges against Hussein. “We told them, ‘We don’t know who this guy is,’ ” Chalabi said. “Then the Americans spoke to him and said, ‘This guy is the mother lode.’ Can you believe that on such a basis the United States would go to war? The intelligence community regarded the I.N.C. as useless. Why would the government believe us?” Perle, from his perch on the Pentagon’s Defense Policy Advisory Committee Board, backs Chalabi’s version. He was privy to much of the intelligence the administration was collecting on Hussein in the days before the war. He says that American intelligence officials began from the premise that Hussein had never destroyed his stocks of banned weapons and that he had kept his programs alive. American spies were only looking to confirm what they thought they already knew. In any event, Perle said, very little of their information came from Chalabi. “I had all the security clearances,” Perle said. “I was pretty much aware of the people that the I.N.C. was bringing to the table to talk about what they knew. Everything they did came with a disclaimer. To the best of my knowledge, there was no single important fact that was uniquely conveyed to U.S. intelligence by anyone who had been assisted by the I.N.C.” Indeed, Chalabi says, much of the most important evidence that led America to war did not come from the I.N.C.: not the report on the uranium from Niger, and not Curveball, the Iraqi defector who made bogus claims about mobile biological weapons labs. “It’s not our fault,” Chalabi says. But the story doesn’t end there. A second report, released by the Senate Intelligence Committee in September 2006, reached far more damning conclusions. The report states flatly that Chalabi’s group introduced defectors to American intelligence who directly influenced two key judgments in the 2002 National Intelligence Estimate, which preceded the Senate vote on the Iraq war: that Hussein possessed mobile biological-weapons laboratories and that he was trying to reconstitute his nuclear program. The report said that the I.N.C. provided a large volume of flawed intelligence to the United States about Iraq, saying the group “attempted to influence United States policy on Iraq by providing false information through defectors directed at convincing the United States that Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction and had links to terrorists.” (Five Republican senators disagreed with the report’s conclusions about the I.N.C.) Chalabi’s denials are unconvincing for another reason. His role in the preparations for war was not just as a source for American intelligence agencies. He was America’s chief public advocate for war, spreading information gathered by his own intelligence network to newspapers, magazines, television programs and Congress. (A New York Times reporter, Judith Miller, was one of Chalabi’s primary conduits; in an e-mail message sent in 2003 that has been widely quoted since, she wrote that Chalabi “has provided most of the front-page exclusives on W.M.D. to our paper” and that the Army unit she was then traveling with was “using Chalabi’s intell and document network for its own W.M.D. work.”) Indeed, the press proved even more gullible than the intelligence experts in the American government. In a June 2002 letter to the Senate Appropriations Committee, the I.N.C. listed 108 news articles based on information provided by the group. The list included articles concerning some of the wildest claims about Hussein, including that he had collaborated in the Sept. 11 attacks. David Kay, the former chief weapons inspector in Iraq, offers one of the most compelling explanations for how pivotal Chalabi’s role was in taking America to war. Kay said that while the C.I.A. had long regarded Chalabi with suspicion, disregarding much of what he gave them, Chalabi had succeeded in persuading his more powerful friends in other parts of the government — Vice President Dick Cheney, for instance, and Wolfowitz. The pressure brought by those men, Kay told me, ultimately persuaded George Tenet, director of the C.I.A., that the White House was committed to war and that there was no point in resisting it. “In my judgment, the reason George Tenet and the top of the agency came over to the argument that Iraq had W.M.D. was that they really knew that the vice president and Wolfowitz had come to that conclusion anyway,” Kay said. “They had been getting information from Chalabi for years.” Of Wolfowitz, whom he has known for years, Kay said: “He was a true believer. He thought he had the evidence. That came from the defectors. They came from Chalabi.” Kay said he continued to feel Chalabi’s influence with Wolfowitz even after the invasion, when Kay was leading the team searching for W.M.D. from mid- to late 2003. “Paul, when faced with evidence that we had developed on the ground, would say, Well, Chalabi says this, the I.N.C. says this, why are you not seeing it?” Kellems, the Wolfowitz assistant, disputed Kay’s story, saying that Tenet’s views were shared by officials across the government. “The position taken on weapons was the consensus view of the United States, including of the Clinton administration and other Western intelligence agencies — as well as that of Mr. Kay himself prior to visiting Iraq,” Kellems said. Lawrence Wilkerson, chief of staff to Secretary of State Colin Powell in Bush’s first term, adds a final turn to the labyrinth. In the frantic days leading up to Powell’s speech at the United Nations in February 2003, when he laid out the case for war, Wilkerson said he spent many nights sleeping on a couch in George Tenet’s office. During those preparations, Wilkerson told me, Powell insisted that every point he would make at the U.N. had to be supported by at least three independent sources. “We had three or four sources for every item that was substantive in his presentation,” Wilkerson told me in an interview in Washington. “Powell insisted on that. But what I am hearing now, though, is that a lot of these sources sort of tinged and merged back into a single source, and that inevitably that single source seems to be either recommended by, set up by, orchestrated by, introduced by, or whatever, by somebody in the I.N.C.” Wilkerson said that the revelations, some of which he says he has heard from his own friends inside American and European intelligence agencies, have forced him to rethink how America went to war. “I have maintained pretty much the same thing that the president said, ‘Well, we all got fooled, it was lousy intelligence, and no one in the national leadership spun the intelligence,’ ” Wilkerson said. “I am having to revisit that. And that is disturbing to me.” Wilkerson raises a crucial point. Assuming that Chalabi was a source for at least some of the bogus intelligence, we might ask ourselves: so what? Was the American national security apparatus so incompetent that it could be hoodwinked by a handful of shopworn engineers and an Iraqi mathematician to take the country into war? Or is the lesson more disturbing — that Chalabi simply gave the Bush administration what it wanted to hear? “I think Chalabi and the I.N.C. were very shrewd,” Wilkerson said. “I think Chalabi understood what people wanted, and he fed it to them. From everything I’ve heard, no one says he is dumb.” 5. Tehran, November 2005 Amid the debate about Chalabi’s role in taking America to war, one little-noticed phrase in a Senate Intelligence Committee report on W.M.D. offered an important insight into Chalabi’s identity. One of the principal errors made by the Bush administration in relying on Chalabi’s Iraqi National Congress, the report said, was to disregard conclusions by the C.I.A. and the Defense Intelligence Agency that “the I.N.C. was penetrated by hostile intelligence services,” notably those of Iran. The Iran connection has long been among the most beguiling aspects of Chalabi’s career. Baer, the former C.I.A. operative, recalled sitting in a hotel lobby in Salah al-Din, in Kurdish-controlled Iraq, in 1995 while Chalabi met with the turbaned representatives of Iranian intelligence on the other side of the room. (Baer, as an American, was barred from meeting the Iranians.) Baer says he came to regard Chalabi as an Iranian asset, and still does. “He is basically beholden to the Iranians to stay viable,” Baer told me. “All his C.I.A. connections — he wouldn’t get away with that sort of thing with the Iranians unless he had proved his worth to them.” Pat Lang, the D.I.A. agent, holds a similar view: that in Chalabi, the Iranians probably saw someone who could help them achieve their long-sought goal of removing Saddam Hussein. After a time, in Lang’s view, the Iranians may have figured the Americans would leave and that Chalabi would most likely be in charge. Lang insists he is only speculating, but he says it has been clear to the American intelligence community for years that Chalabi has maintained “deep contacts” with Iranian officials. “Here is what I think happened,” Lang said. “Chalabi went and told the guys at the Ministry of Intelligence and Security in Tehran: ‘The Americans are giving me money. I’m their guy. I’m their candidate.’ And I’m sure their eyes lit up. The Iranians would reason that they could use this guy to manipulate the United States to get what they wanted. They would figure that the U.S. would invade. They would figure that we would come and we would go, and if we left Chalabi in charge, who was a good friend of theirs, they would be in good shape.” Lang’s thesis is impossible to prove, and Chalabi denies it. And even if it were true, Chalabi’s role would be difficult to discern: so many different Iranian agencies are thought to be pursuing so many different agendas in Iraq that a single Iranian national interest is difficult to identify. Still, if Lang’s and Baer’s argument is true, it would be the stuff of spy novels: Chalabi, the American-adopted champion of Iraqi democracy, a kind of double agent for one of America’s principal adversaries. In late 2005, I accompanied Chalabi on a trip to Iran, in part to solve the riddle. We drove eastward out of Baghdad, in a convoy as menacing as the one we had ridden in south to Mushkhab earlier in the year. After three hours of weaving and careering, the plains of eastern Iraq halted, and the terrain turned sharply upward into a thick ridge of arid mountains. We had come to Mehran, on one of history’s great fault lines, the historic border between the Ottoman and Persian Empires. As we crossed into Iran, the wreckage and ruin of modern Iraq gave way to swept streets and a tidy border post with shiny bathrooms. Another world. An Iranian cleric approached and shook Chalabi’s hand. Then he said something curious: “We are disappointed to hear that you won’t be staying in the Shiite alliance,” he said. “We were really hoping you’d stay.” The border between Iraq and Iran had, for the moment, disappeared. More curious, though, was the authority that Chalabi seemed to carry in Iran, which, after all, has been accused of assisting Iraqi insurgents and otherwise stirring up chaos there. For starters, Chalabi asked me if I wanted to come along on his Iranian trip only the night before he left — and then procured a visa for me in a single day: a Friday, during the Eid holiday, when the Iranian Embassy was closed. Under ordinary circumstances, an American reporter might wait weeks. Then there was the executive jet. When we arrived at the border, Chalabi ducked into a bathroom and changed out of his camouflage T-shirt and slacks and into a well-tailored blue suit. Then we drove to Ilam, where an 11-seat Fokker jet was idling on the runway of the local airport. We jumped in and took off for Tehran, flying over a dramatic landscape of canyons and ravines. We landed in Iran’s smoggy capital, and within a couple of hours, Chalabi was meeting with the highest officials of the Iranian government. One of them was Ali Larijani, the national security adviser. I interviewed Larijani the next morning. “Our relationship with Mr. Chalabi does not have anything to do with his relationship with the neocons,” he said. His red-rimmed eyes, when I met him at 7 a.m., betrayed a sleepless night. “He is a very constructive and influential figure. He is a very wise man and a very useful person for the future of Iraq.” Then came the meeting with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the Iranian president. I was with a handful of Iranian reporters who were led into a finely appointed room just outside the president’s office. First came Chalabi, dressed in a tailored suit, beaming. Then Ahmadinejad, wearing a face of childlike bewilderment. He was dressed in imitation leather shoes and bulky white athletic socks, and a suit that looked as if it had come from a Soviet department store. Only a few days before, Ahmadinejad publicly called for the destruction of Israel. He and Chalabi, who is several inches taller, stood together for photos, then retired to a private room. At the time of Chalabi’s visit, Iran and the United States were engaged in a complicated diplomatic dance; the American ambassador in Baghdad, Zalmay Khalilzad, had been authorized to open negotiations with the Iranians over their involvement in Iraq. Still, Chalabi insists he carried no note from the Iranians when he flew to Washington the next week. Officially, at least, Iran and the United States never got together. As ever, Chalabi had multiple agendas. One was to learn whether the Iranians would support his candidacy for the prime ministership (the same reason he traveled to the United States). It makes you wonder, in light of the Baer and Lang thesis: was Chalabi telling the Iranians, or asking them for permission? Or making a deal, based on his presumed leverage in the United States? The possibilities seemed endless. Chalabi played it cool. “The fact that Iraq’s neighbor is also a country that is majority Shia is no reason for us to accept any interference in our affairs or to compromise the integrity of Iraq,” he said after his meeting with Ahmadinejad. Richard Perle, Chalabi’s friend, discounted the idea that Chalabi might be a double agent. “Of course Chalabi has a relationship with the Iranians — you have to have a relationship with the Iranians in order to operate there,” Perle said. “The question is what kind of relationship. Is he fooling the Iranians or are the Iranians using him? I think Chalabi has been very shrewd in getting the things he has needed over the years out of the Iranians without giving anything in return.” For all of the skullduggery surrounding the trip to Iran, though, the greatest revelation came later in the day. When the meeting with Ahmadinejad ended, he asked Chalabi if there was anything he could to do to make his stay more comfortable. Chalabi said yes, in fact, there was: would he mind if he, Chalabi, took a tour of the Museum of Contemporary Art? So there we were, in the middle of the Axis of Evil, strolling past one of the finest collections of Western Modern art outside Europe and the United States: Matisse, Kandinsky, Rothko, Gauguin, Pollock, Klee, Van Gogh, five Warhols, seven Picassos and a sprawling garden of sculpture outside. The collection was assembled by Queen Farah, the shah’s wife, with the monarchy’s vast oil wealth. And now, with the mullahs in charge, the museum is largely forgotten. The day we were there, the gallery was all but empty. We had the museum’s enthusiastic English-speaking tour guide all to ourselves. “Thank you, thank you, for coming!” Noreen Motamed exclaimed, clapping her hands. We walked the empty halls. Chalabi moved through the place deliberately, nodding his head, pausing at the Degas and the Pissarro. “Wow,” Chalabi said before Jesus Rafael Soto’s painting “Canada.” “Look at that.” A retinue of Iranian officials walked with us, unmoved by the splendor. Ahmadinejad had stayed behind. For all of the furies that emanate from the halls of the Iranian government, it has taken fine care of Queen Farah’s collection. Indeed, about the only way you would know you were not in a museum in New York or London was the absence of the middle panel from Francis Bacon’s triptych “Two Figures Lying on a Bed With Attendant,” which depicts two naked men. “It is in the basement, covered,” Motamed said with disappointed eyes. Finally, we came across a pair of paintings by Marc Chagall, the 20th-century Modernist and painter of Jewish life. The display contained no mention of this fact. Chalabi gazed at the Chagalls for a time. Then, with a rueful smile, turned, to no one in particular, and said loudly: “Imagine that. They have two paintings by Marc Chagall in the middle of a museum in Tehran.” The Iranian officials seemed not to hear. 6. Baghdad, December 2005 A winter rain is falling. Chalabi is standing inside a tent in Sadr City, the vast Shiite slum of eastern Baghdad. He’s talking about his plans for restoring electricity, boosting oil production and beating the insurgency. People seem to be listening, but without enthusiasm. The violence here, worsening by the day, is washing away the hopes of ordinary Iraqis. Less and less seems possible anymore. People are retreating inward, you can see it in the glaze in their eyes. As Chalabi speaks, I pull aside one of the Iraqis who had been listening. What do you think of him? I ask. “Chalabi good good,” the Iraqi man says in halting English. Whom are you going to vote for? “The Shiite alliance, of course,” the Iraqi answers. “It is the duty of all Shiite people.” When the election came, Chalabi was wiped out. His Iraqi National Congress received slightly more than 30,000 votes, only one-quarter of 1 percent of the 12 million votes cast — not enough to put even one of them, not even Chalabi, in the new Iraqi Parliament. There was grumbling in the Chalabi camp. One of his associates said of the Shiite alliance: “We know they cheated. You know how we know? Because in one area we had 5,000 forged ballots, and when they were counted, we didn’t even get that many.” He shrugged. But the truth seemed clear enough: Chalabi was finished. Chalabi, who could plausibly claim that he, more than any other Iraqi, had made the election possible, had been shunned by the very people he had worked so hard to set free. No amount of deal making or of public relations foot-work, or of endorsements from friends, was able to save him. Chalabi may have helped bring democracy to Iraq, but it was democracy that finished him. He was, in the end, a parlor politician, someone from the world of his father or grandfather, or maybe of Victorian England: a brilliant negotiator and schemer who might settle a country’s problems over a cup of tea. But in Iraq, by late 2005, real power was no longer held by the parlor men, or by politicians at all. It was held by people like Moktada al-Sadr, populist leaders with a militia and a mass following in the street. The election results were a harbinger of the civil war. Iraqis voted almost entirely along sectarian and ethnic lines: Kurds for the big Kurdish parties, Sunnis for the Sunni parties and Shiites for the big Islamist Shiite alliance. Iraqis who tried to run on a secular platform — Chalabi, for instance, and his relative, Allawi, in another party — found themselves abandoned. Just two months later, in February of this year, following the destruction of the Askariya shrine, a holy Shiite temple in Samarra, the civil war began in earnest: Shiite gunmen, who had for years been restrained by the Shiite leadership in the face of the Sunni onslaught, were finally free to retaliate. Chalabi, shut out of the government, claimed that his sin was one of miscalculation. There was some truth to this: in all likelihood, Chalabi did not lose because he had been convicted of stealing millions of dollars from a Jordanian bank. Or because of the rumors swirling around Baghdad that he had looted the treasury. Or even because he was an exile close to the Americans. No: plenty of Westernized Iraqi exiles were elected to Parliament — among them Mowaffak al-Rubaie and Adil Abdul Mahdi — who, like Chalabi, didn’t have local followings and were trailed by similar questions. Practically speaking, Chalabi lost because he had broken from the big cleric-backed Shiite alliance that swept the election. “I had not realized how polarized Iraq had become,” Chalabi told me after the election. He might have gotten a seat in the cabinet, but that didn’t work out, either. That stung: the new Iraqi government is staffed with Chalabi’s old colleagues, many of them members of the exile alliance he once led. Jalal Talabani is president. Adil Abdul Mahdi, his boyhood friend, is vice president. Barham Salih, comrade of many years, is deputy prime minister. His old confidant Zalmay Khalilzad, who played a central role in forming the new government, is the American ambassador. In the end, they couldn’t — or wouldn’t — bring him aboard. “Chalabi really made a mess of things,” said one Iraqi political leader who now occupies a key post in the government. He declined to elaborate. As anticlimactic as was Chalabi’s fall, its real meaning lay in a paradox: democratic politics no longer mattered. For three years, the American-backed enterprise in Iraq rested on the assumption that the exercise of democratic politics would drain away the anger that was driving the violence. Instead of bullets, there would be ballots. But at the culmination of that long process — two constitutions, two elections and a referendum — the violence was worse than ever. It turns out that democratic politics does not stop violence; indeed, the elections, by polarizing Iraq’s sectarian and ethnic communities, may have helped push the country into civil war. Effectively, by the fall of 2006, the overwhelming majority of Iraq had no government at all. It was a failed state. Yes, there were Iraqis — Chalabi’s friends — who went to their jobs every day, toiling dutifully and not so dutifully inside the Green Zone, which every day seemed more and more divorced from the reality outside. In the Red Zone, as the real Iraq is called, Iraq was a nightmarish, apocalyptic place, where gunmen kidnapped children and sometimes killed them, where bodies turned up at the morgue peppered by holes from electric drills and corpses lay uncollected in the streets, along with the trash, for days on end. Ahmad Chalabi devoted his whole adult life to toppling a dictator and achieving power in the place of his birth. He felled the dictator, helping along a reckless gamble that wagered the future of a nation. The gamble failed, a nation imploded and Chalabi never ascended to the throne he so coveted. But in an odd turn of fortune, the throne no longer had anything to offer. 7. London, August 2006 The conversation is wrapping up. The talk turns to the government of Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki, the machinations of those around him, what the future might hold. Chalabi, in an expansive mood, gets up, goes into a closet and brings out a note that Bob Baer, the C.I.A. agent, scribbled to him in that hotel lobby when the two men plotted a coup many years before. The talk, improbably, turns to memoirs; at the moment, Baer’s, “See No Evil,” was a best seller. I ask Chalabi, who is back on the couch, if it isn’t time that he write his own. He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Too early!” Chalabi says. “Too early!”

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Is this okay for the first chapter of my book? It is still ruff but I would like to know if it is something you would want me to write more of. And yes, it still needs work. Thanks. _________________________________________ One My Aunt Bessie drove me to the airport in Denver, Colorado. It was a nice day out; 82 degrees on a fall day. That’s pretty good for Colorado- we would consider that nice. I was wearing my lucky bracelet. It’s chain-linked and it has a heart hanging from it. On the heart says “I love you.” I was going to go to the one place on Earth that I hated most; Hillcrest, Washington. My dad, Billy, lives there. He is Chief Billy Johnson of the people of Hillcrest; he’s the chief of police and has been ever since I remember. To that little town of Hillcrest, I know send myself. My mother and I used to live in Hillcrest until I was two. There was an accident and she died. I hated Hillcrest so I decided to go move with my Aunt Bessie to Denver. I would have to visit my dad, Billy, every other year. Aunt Bessie and her husband, Lucas, travel a lot because of Lucas’s work. She stayed with me but I could tell she missed him dearly. They had just gotten married a few years ago and I was afraid the longer I stayed with them, the faster their marriage would go down the drain- not that I think their marriage is going to go down the drain or anything though. It’s just that he’s older then she is by many years. “Zoey, I’m going to miss you so much!” Aunt Bessie exclaimed while she embraced me in one of her famous hugs. “I know. I’m going to miss you too. I’ll tell Billy that you said hi.” Aunt Bessie doesn’t look anything like me. She has chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, and tan skin. She looks like the kind of person who would live somewhere…sunny. How could I leave her alone? I mean, she’s like a mom to me. She’s taken care of me almost my whole life. How could I just leave her here? What’s wrong with me? “Please dear, be careful. I know how clumsy you are. I mean, I know those soccer muscles of yours help you keep your balance but still. And please, please take care of Billy. His cancer is very bad.” “Okay I promise to be careful and take care of Billy.” Why did she have to bring up Billy’s cancer? It’s almost as if she’s trying to rub it in. I gave my Aunt Bessie one last hug goodbye and went onto the plane. I was going to fly to Seattle and then I would have to take another plane to Lancaster- the little city on the coast- and then drive home with Billy. That is going to be scary. Billy’s happy that I’m moving with him but he isn’t sure why I’m moving back with him. I know he won’t say anything though because he isn’t like that. Billy keeps to himself a lot. He isn’t that much into people’s business. It will always be weird with him though because from his phone calls I could tell that he is still upset about my mother’s accident. When I got off the plane in Lancaster, Billy was there waiting for me. So was his friend Jonathan. I’m guessing that Jonathan drove Billy out here to get me. Jonathan is Billy’s golfing buddy. “Zoey dear, is that you? Wow, you’ve gotten so big! I missed you so much sweetie.” Billy yelled as I went to get my luggage. He gave me a hug when I got up to him. It was a weird hug. I got the sense that he thought it was awkward too. “Yes it is. I missed you! Aunt Bessie says hi by the way.” We all got into Jonathan’s truck and started our way to my new home. Billy tried having small talk with me. I could tell this whole ride was going to be awkward. “I got you signed up for high school at Hillcrest High. You start school tomorrow.” “Oh thanks Dad.” I wasn’t excited about school. I’m going to be an outcast, a weirdo. I would probably be able to pull it off if I looked like someone who lived somewhere sunny. I should be tan but I’m white. And I mean really white. My skin is almost translucent but it is kind of pretty. I have dirty blonde hair with red in it. And my blue-green eyes stand out against my skin. “Hey Dad, do you know any places where I could buy a car?” “Well you don’t have to look anywhere.” “What do you mean?” What did he mean? Oh my, did he get me a car already? I hope not. Billy doesn’t really have what I would say as a “fashion sense.” “I already got you a car. It’s a good car for you.” “Dad, I was going to get my own car.” What did he mean the car was “good for me?” “I actually got it for you as a welcome home gesture. I got it last week.” “What does it look like?” “Don’t worry, it’s a new car; only a few years old really. It’s a blue Toyota.” “How much do I owe you?” He paused a minute before answering my question. “You don’t need to worry about that Zoey. It’s a present from me to you. You don’t need to pay me for it.” Wow. I just got a free Toyota. At least I won’t have to worry about that. I just have to worry about, oh let’s see, the rest of my life. Wow, that won’t be that hard…not. “Okay, thanks Dad.” Why did I say thanks? It was sure to be awkward with Billy and all this family stuff. Especially since I haven’t been much of a family member since I was two. I will just have to watch what I say from now on and try not to make it to awkward for the two of us. I don’t want to make it look like I’m some needy seventeen year old. Billy already has enough on his plate as it is, with the cancer and everything. Why did he have to get cancer? I mean I already lost part of me when mom died, if I lose Billy I would have lost everything. Why me, why me? I shook my head to get those depressing thoughts out. I looked out the window to see what my new home looked like. Wow, I forgot how green and humid it was here. It was almost as if the green was from another planet, an alien planet. It completely covered everything in its path; trees were covered with moss, grass covered in green shrubs, bushes covered in green flowers- holy cow, green flowers? I’ve never seen green flowers in my life! I didn’t even know they existed- weird. It reminded me of a rain forest. It was very beautiful though; a rare beauty. Finally, I thought as we pulled up to Billy’s house. Jonathan dropped us off and drove away. I looked at the once familiar house. It was a tiny two story house. The paint was peeling off in some places. I would have to fix that. My bedroom faced over the front yard- my room always has in every house I’ve lived in. There was a giant tree in front of my bedroom window. Perfect for sneaking out, but knowing me, I wouldn’t do it anyways. The flowers needed some work too. I feel bad that Billy can’t fix all this stuff up. Stupid cancer. Parked in the driveway was my new Toyota. I loved it! It was made of that really tough material that would turn another car into a billion pieces if it got into an accident. I actually thought I would have hated it but Billy has yet to surprise me, again. “I hope you like your truck Zoey.” “I don’t just like it Dad, I love it!” I went up to Billy and gave him a big hug, a real hug. He probably hasn’t had one of these in a long time. He had gotten tense at first but then loosened up a little. Then I ran over to my truck and hugged it. It was perfect. At least I wouldn’t have to cry about that tonight. I got all of my bags and went into the house. It looked the same as it did when I was last here. The family room was to the left. There was an old scruffy couch, a chair, and a TV. The carpet was a navy blue color. There was a huge window above the couch. To the right was the kitchen. The floor was white linoleum. The cabinets were a faded brown. There was a dishwasher, thank goodness. I hated washing dishes like I had to at my Aunt Bessie’s house. There was a kitchen table that was the same color as the cabinets. The chairs matched too. There was a window above the sink with a few flowers sitting on the window seal. The stairs were right in front of me. I walked up them with my bags and stood in the hallway while I remembered falling down them when I visited here one time. To the right of me was Billy’s room. I haven’t been in there in years. And I will continue not to. In front of me was my own bathroom. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom. I don’t think Billy would have wanted to wait an hour and a half while I get ready every morning. To the left of me was my room. I walked in and sat my few bags on the bed. I had to sort all of my winter clothes from my summer ones when I was packing. I ended up bringing all of my winter clothes- which was not that good. There was no point bringing my summer ones because it is always cold here. I guess I would need to go shopping. I looked around my room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a night table next to my bed, and a desk with a computer on it. It looks like Billy got rid of all my baby things. Everything in here has been here since I was born, except for the desk. The computer was so I could do my homework and probably keep in touch with Aunt Bessie if she ever wanted to contact me by email. I looked out my window at the yard in front. The rain drops were lightly hitting my window one by one. I will have to get used to the rain too. I hate the rain. I love the sun and how it feels against my skin. What stinks is that it barely gets any sunshine here. I’m glad Billy isn’t clingy because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to cry at all. He leaves me alone a lot. I guess he’s so used to being alone that he doesn’t feel comfortable with me being here. I kind of like being alone. I mean I’ve always been alone because Aunt Bessie would travel with Lucas. I like the quite. It would have taken an S.W.A.T. team to keep my Aunt Bessie from leaving me for a minute to get settled. That’s why I’m glad Billy and Aunt Bessie are so different. Okay, at least the weather here is perfect for my mood- gloomy. I’ve been holding in these tears ever since I got on the plane to Seattle. I should just let them out now. I sat down on bed and started crying. I don’t even remember the last time I cried that much. I think it was when my mom had her accident. I stopped crying and went downstairs to see what Billy wanted for dinner. I liked to cook; it kept me busy; it distracted me. “Billy, what would you like for dinner?” “Zoey, you don’t have to cook for me. I can cook for myself. I have for the past fifteen years.” “I know Dad. I like to cook though.” “Well I still don’t feel comfortable with you cooking.” “Why?” “Well, it’s just that I don’t want you to burn down the house or anything while I’m working.” “You really think that I would burn down the house?” Wow, he could at least have some confidence in me. I mean, I’m not that clumsy. “No, but I just want you to be careful. I don’t know how you cook. If you cook like your Aunt Bessie then you are not going to be cooking in my house.” His house? It’s my house too. Aunt Bessie can cook…well, anything that isn’t edible. I’ve been cooking for myself since I was seven anyways. “I’ve been cooking for as long as I can remember. Trust me, my food is edible.” This is weird. I would have thought that I would have been shy around Billy. Well, at least not that bad. I’ve always been shy around people. I mean besides soccer but that’s it. Speaking of soccer… “Ugh Dad, does Hillcrest High have a soccer team? I still want to be able to play soccer even though it’s freezing cold here.” “I think so. I’m not really sure though. You will have to ask the lady in the office tomorrow. Sorry. Why would you want to play soccer in this weather anyways?” “Dad, I love soccer okay. It’s my passion. I know I am clumsy, but my soccer muscles do help me stay up, most of the time anyways.” “Oh okay Zo. Well anyways, what’s for dinner?” “What do you have?” “Well, not a lot. I’m always at work so I never have time to go get food anyways.” “Well I’ll just make some spaghetti and I’ll go shopping after school tomorrow.” “Okay then. I’ll just go watch the basketball game.” Billy is obsessed with basketball games. I don’t know why though. There is nothing interesting about it anyways. All you do is shoot and pass. Kind of stupid to me. Soccer is way better then that. I got dinner ready fast and we ate in silence. It was awkward. I would have rather eaten by myself. After dinner, I wrote a list of all the groceries I was going to get. Billy must go out a lot if he barely had any food in the house. That’s kind of sad. Well, no. What’s sad is the fact that a 45 year old man with cancer lives by himself and is a police chief. I couldn’t imagine going through that. I shook the head to get the thought out. I put down the list I made and went to my closet to look for something to wear in the morning. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeve Hollister shirt. Then I found my old fans- the ones I’ve had for two years- and a black sweatshirt that had the number one on the back. I laid them out on my bed and stared at them with shame. Why did I come here? It was a stupid idea to come here. Well, no it wasn’t- not for everyone else at least. I only moved here to make everyone happy. It worked, but I’m not happy. Oh well, it’s done. I’m already here aren’t I? I quickly put on my old sweat pants and a baggy shirt and laid down in my bed. I laid there thinking of how difficult school was going to be the next day. I mean, I would have to introduce myself to everyone, walk around with a map in front of my nose, and…ugh…I just don’t know. Then I shut my eyes and let the darkness take me in. I woke up with a slow start. It was 6:35 and school started at 8:00. I got up too fast because I practically fell once I stood up. I ran to my dresser and pulled out the clothes I had picked out last night. I finished getting ready and almost ran into Billy on my way down the stairs. “Oh Dad!” “Zoey, gosh. You scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that again!” “Sorry it was on accident.” “Are you ready for school?” “Yes I’m leaving now. Bye Dad. Have fun at work. Is fun the right word anyways?” “Fun will do. Bye.” What was wrong with him? Something was definitely up. He sounded scruffy and sad. Something is wrong. I hope that it isn’t his cancer. I know that he has his bad days but still… I walked outside to my new Toyota and tried not to fall on the icy cement. I got into the comfy truck and immediately felt safe; almost like I was home again, like this was where I belonged. I didn’t feel like this when I was in the house. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? I hope Aunt Bessie is okay. I started the engine to stop myself from crying. I missed Aunt Bessie dearly. I backed out of the driveway and drove back onto the high way. Everything was off the high way; it was so spread out here, almost like everyone was isolated in this little bubble of space. Hillcrest High was a small school. It didn’t look like a school though; just a bunch of little buildings with the same matching roofs and a fence around it. What’s with the fence? What do they want to keep everyone here like a jail? I quickly stepped out into the light drizzle after finding a parking spot in the crowded parking lot. I ran into the tiny office. There was one desk behind a counter that split the room in half. The lady at the desk had curly red hair. There was a plant on the counter along with many papers that seemed to look like flyers for dances and rallies. The lady looked up from the computer screen she had just been staring at. “Hey there sweat heart! Can I get ya’ll something?” I tried so hard to not start laughing at her voice. I laughed at everything, it was so embarrassing. “Uh, actually I’m Zoey Johnson and I’m new here.” That probably told her everything she needed to know by the look of sympathy in her green eyes. “Oh dear, everyone has been waitin’ for you to come! Here, let me get your schedule.” She shuffled through a stack of papers and practically ran up to me with them. “This is your class schedule and here is a map of the school. I hope you have fun on your first day!” I grabbed the schedule and map and power walked out of there. I couldn’t hold in the laughter much longer. Once I stepped out the door I began laughing so hard I almost cried. Some of the students looked at me probably thinking I was crazy. After the scene I had just created, I quickly walked over to my first class which was English. I walked in quietly, hoping that no one would see my late entrance. I closed the door seeing that the class had already started. I glanced up and I immediately felt like a fish in a fish bowl. They were staring at me, almost as if they were looking beyond me at something else; like I wasn’t even there. “Why Miss Johnson, you’re late,” Announced the very large man with dark brown hair. “Sorry I was getting my schedule and such. I didn’t know. I’m sorry Mr.…” “Mr. Smith. Oh, it’s okay. Just take a seat anywhere you like.” Mr. Smith’s dark eyes penetrated into me. It was a weird sensation. It wasn’t anything sexual or anything near that. I had felt a stab of fear at the sight of his eyes. It was weird and unnatural; inhuman. Wow, what am I thinking? Am I crazy? Gosh, this isolated town is starting to get to me. I quietly walked over to the empty seat in the back of the class so that no one would stare at me. I slouched into my seat and kept my hair down so that I couldn’t see anyone gawking at me. After sitting there in the most uncomfortable position ever for an hour, a nasal buzzing sound filled the air. Everyone started getting there things together. I’m guessing it was time to go. I got up and walked to the door as fast as I could. I was almost out the door when a dark figure stepped out in front of me. I ran right into it too. “Wow there gorgeous. Where are you going?” The boy said. “To my next class.” I stammered. “Oh come on Jake, leave the new girl alone.” A raspy voice had said behind me. I turned to see a tall boy with dark curly hair- Superman style- and dark blue eyes. His eyes made his olive skin tone and perfect features stand out in the most perfect ways. His scent was heavenly and it radiated off his skin in waves, the next one as strong as the first. It didn’t smell like any cologne I’ve smelt before that all the guys’ layer on themselves. His black short sleeve shirt fit his muscles in a perfect way. His dark jeans and black shoes seemed to fit him quite well. “Dude, you should really relax. I didn’t do anything to her.” “Jake, just back the hell up okay. Clearly she is confused.” “Fine dude. See you at lunch.” The guy who’s name is Jake turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the classroom. “Sorry about that, Jake is such a pervert. He doesn’t know anything.” “Oh it’s okay.” I stammered. Man, was he perfect… “Sorry, it is so rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Steven Deveraux. And you must be Zoey Johnson.” “Hi there Steven. Yes, I’m Zoey. How does everyone know me around here?” “This is a small town. Word gets around very quickly. You will surely learn that.” “Oh well okay then.” I blushed knowing how stupid I must sound right now. “What class do you have next?” “Spanish with Ms. Latina I think. I don’t know where her class is though.” “I would be glad to show you to it. Besides, I have that class next too.” Steven and I walked out of the classroom after what seemed like minutes. We walked down the long corridor to room 14. It was so hard not to notice that rain drops hitting the uncovered cement. It smelled so natural out here; so fresh. Steven and I walked into Ms. Latina’s class and he went and took a seat in the back row. Ms. Latina introduced me to the class and of course I turned blood red. She assigned me a seat next to Steven and I tripped over my own shoes on the way to my seat. Two girls, both platinum blondes, giggled in high pitched tones. I stared at them with the fiercest eyes I could. They immediately shut up. I took my seat and a note was flung onto my desk. I opened it with shaking hands. So, tired of this boring town yet?? I looked over, almost immediately knowing it was from Steven. He even wrote in a nice font. I steadied my hand to make my writing look neat like his. Not really. I just got here. How can I be tired of it? I tossed back the note and it landed on the floor. He bent over to get it when I saw what looked like a tattoo on the back of his neck. I wonder what it looks like. Well, you certainly don’t look like your not enjoying it here. I bet you are only doing this because you think it will make everybody happy. Look I know that everyone has been gawking at you today but it is only because everyone thinks your really hot- as in the guys think that- or that your going to be a ho- as in the girls think that. Don’t listen to the girls though; they are all stupid sluts anyways. Watch out for Clara. She is the leader of the whole prep group. She sleeps with every guy, even the ones who are taken. If she bothers you, tell me. I’m glad he’s being really nice to me. He is the first person who actually has the guts to talk to me. This Clara girl sounds like a real *****. I wonder what turned her into this monster, well that is if she hasn’t always been like this. How do you know all of this? What, do you read people’s minds or something? And about the whole Clara thing, have you ever slept with her? He took a minute to write back. I took this minute to my advantage and tried listening to what the teacher was saying. She was talking in Spanish so I couldn’t understand her. I really need to switch out of this class. I didn’t even pick my classes anyway. The only reason I want to stay in this class is because of Steven. Suddenly, that familiar nasal buzzing sound filled my ears and everyone was in a rush to get out of there. I would have to ask Steven about Clara later. I walked quickly out of the room, not even glancing back at Steven. I walked toward my History class in room 5. Mr. Martin sent me to an empty seat next to a girl with platinum blonde hair with no introductions. I sat down and stared straight ahead so that it looked like I was paying attention. “Hey, aren’t you that new girl?” “Yes I am.” I replied back to the platinum blonde. “I’m Clara. This school is so boring. It’s only fun because I go here.” Oh. My. Gosh. Did she seriously just say that? “Yeah, you heard me right. It’s cool because I’m cool. If you try and mess with me, I will ruin your reputation okay.” Clara said again. “Look Clara, I just got here and it is my first day. I haven’t done **** to you so if you have a problem, don’t take it out on me. I’m not going to get in your way so leave me alone.” Wow, I never knew I had the guts to say that to her. “Well okay then, we seem to be on the same page. Oh, and by the way, leave Steven alone. He’s mine.” She turned back towards the front of the room to make it look like she wasn’t talking. I glanced away form her in discuss. Why was she so mean? I swear it was like someone had taken a stick and shoved it up her tiny ***. The class was over before I knew it and I still had one more class until lunch. That class also happened to be the one class I liked, science. I walked into my science class and introduced myself to Ms. Parker. She had long dark hair that flowed gently to the middle of her back. She was wearing a nice suit and a pair of fancy heels. She was so beautiful. She assigned me to a lab table in the middle of the room next to a pixie looking girl. I didn’t actually see her features until I got closer but she was beautiful. She looked like a girl that everyone would love. She had short choppy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Her skin was a translucent color. “Hey there, you must be Zoey. I’m Rebecca, but you can call me Baca.” “Hi there.” I said sheepishly. Science went by in a blur because the next thing I knew, everyone was leaving the room. I grabbed my things and walked towards the lunch room. It was packed when I first walked in. That girl Becca came to me in a graceful walk. “Zo, why don’t you come sit with me and my friends? Don’t worry; I will talk a lot so that it doesn’t make things awkward. I was the new kid before so I know what it’s like.” We walked over to the table with her many friends. She introduced me to everyone one at a time. We sat down and started chatting away. I wasn’t even acting shy. Why was that? I glanced up to the other side of the room where a group of guys sat there. Among them was Steven. He looked past his friend and into my eyes. He glanced away before I could. In that moment that our eyes met, I knew there was something different about him. “Zoey, Steven is totally checking you out!” Baca exclaimed quietly. “No he’s not.” I quickly glanced up to him and there he was in his Superman glory staring at me. I stood up mechanically and walked over to his table. It got dead silent once I got there. “Hey Steven. What’s up?” “Nothing really…How are you doing?” “Saying hi to you. Are you doing anything later?” “Yeah, I’m busy later. Sorry.” I could see the sacrifice in his eyes. It clearly meant he wanted to be with me. “Okay then I guess I will just see you later then.” I gave him a smile I thought could win over anyone’s heart. I turned away and could barely hear his friends telling him he should have went out with me. I smiled knowing that he wanted to. I can’t believe I just thought that and did all of that. Am I turning into that girl Clara? Ew, I am so stupid. “Zoey did you seriously do what I think you did?” Becca asked curiously. “Yes I did. He had ‘plans’ though.” “Wow, I am going to have to hang with you more often.” “Well first things first, let’s go to class.” I looked around the empty lunch room. It was deserted. I ran to my Math class and then an hour later went to my P.E. class. Math class was pretty boring. I had already learned everything back in Denver. P.E. was okay. I was really tired so it wasn’t that fun. I walked out of the girls locker room and started walking to my car under the over hang. I pulled up my hood as I walked out into the heavy rainfall. “Z, wait.” I knew who it was once that magical voice spoke. “About tonight, I don’t actually have any plans. Would you like to go hang somewhere or something?” “Steven, I thought you said you were ‘busy’.” “I’m actually not. But I still want to know if you want to hang out. Would you like to?” “Sure. I would love to. Where are we going to go?” “I don’t know.” “How about your house?” “No! I mean, sorry we can’t go to my house. We can always go to your house though. That is if it’s okay with Billy and everything.” “Oh, I totally forgot about Billy. Why don’t we hang out tomorrow. Billy wasn’t feeling to well today. Plus I have to go to the store. You can always call me later or something if you want. I’m sorry Steven. Rain check?” “Okay. Rain check.” I took out a notebook and wrote down my cell phone number. I gave it to Steven and walked over to my truck. I got into my toasty truck and immediately laughed. I can’t believe I’m not being shy. This is a start. I started the truck and backed out of the stall a little too fast. I almost hit a tiny car. Luckily, I slammed on my brakes to prevent an accident. The other car honked and kept going. I backed out again, slowly, and drove to the grocery store. I got everything I needed and drove back home. I parked my truck in the drive way and ran into the unlocked house. Wait, unlocked? I walked into the dark kitchen and put the bags on the table. I walked over and turned on the light. Laying there on the floor in front of the stairs was Billy. I ran over to him, falling on my way over there. “Billy! Billy wake up!” I screamed as I took his head in my hands. “Billy wake up! Come on, please wake up!” I sobbed as I dragged myself over to the phone. “911 please help me! My name is Zoey Johnson and I am Chief Johnson’s daughter. I just walked into the house and found him unconscious. Please help me! He won’t wake up! Please hurry!” I hung up the phone and crawled back over to Billy. I would give him CPR but I couldn’t remember how to at the moment. My mind completely went blank. All I could think of was what if he was dead? I checked to see if he had a pulse but I couldn’t feel one. I looked on his neck and saw two small puncture marks. There was blood dripping down from them. What the heck are those? I laid down next to him and started to cry even more. Then I saw a reflection of red and blue lights in the microwave. The cops and medics came in and told me to step aside. I did as they said and the quickly stared working on him. After what seemed like hours, they put a blanket over him. They kept calling him a body. I knew that he was dead. The cops and meds got up and took Billy away. They left me all alone in the empty house that was now mine. I grabbed the phone and dialed in Aunt Bessie’s number. She answered the phone and I couldn’t even tell her what I had just witnessed. “Z, tell me what happened? Is everything okay? Are you or Billy hurt? , talk to me!” “Billy, he’s…he’s…dead.” I finally got out between my sobs. “Oh. My. Gosh. I am coming to get you right now.” “No…stay there Ant Bessie. I am fine. Don’t come and get me.” I hug up the phone before she could object. Billy was dead. What am I to do? Just go on and live out my life here like nothing happened? Or move somewhere far away and pretend that none of this happened? I stood up slowly and grabbed onto the stairs to keep my balance. I fell back down again immediately. I crawled up the stairs one by one and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so empty, so dead. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I got in it and sat under the hot water with all of my clothes on. I have been dreading this day my whole life. I started sobbing even more. I cried more this time then I did when my mom past away. I felt so empty, like my soul died when I saw Billy lying there on the floor. This changes everything.

Read the first chapter of the book I am working on!!!? It is a little rough but still..tell me what you think of it so far. ___________________________________ One My Aunt Bessie drove me to the airport in Denver, Colorado. It was a nice day out; 82 degrees on a fall day. That’s pretty good for Colorado- we would consider that nice. I was wearing my lucky bracelet. It’s chain-linked and it has a heart hanging from it. On the heart says “I love you.” I was going to go to the one place on Earth that I hated most; Hillcrest, Washington. My dad, Billy, lives there. He is Chief Billy Johnson of the people of Hillcrest; he’s the chief of police and has been ever since I remember. To that little town of Hillcrest, I know send myself. My mother and I used to live in Hillcrest until I was two. There was an accident and she died. I hated Hillcrest so I decided to go move with my Aunt Bessie to Denver. I would have to visit my dad, Billy, every other year. Aunt Bessie and her husband, Lucas, travel a lot because of Lucas’s work. She stayed with me but I could tell she missed him dearly. They had just gotten married a few years ago and I was afraid the longer I stayed with them, the faster their marriage would go down the drain- not that I think their marriage is going to go down the drain or anything though. It’s just that he’s older then she is by many years. “Zoey, I’m going to miss you so much!” Aunt Bessie exclaimed while she embraced me in one of her famous hugs. “I know. I’m going to miss you too. I’ll tell Billy that you said hi.” Aunt Bessie doesn’t look anything like me. She has chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, and tan skin. She looks like the kind of person who would live somewhere…sunny. How could I leave her alone? I mean, she’s like a mom to me. She’s taken care of me almost my whole life. How could I just leave her here? What’s wrong with me? “Please dear, be careful. I know how clumsy you are. I mean, I know those soccer muscles of yours help you keep your balance but still. And please, please take care of Billy. His cancer is very bad.” “Okay I promise to be careful and take care of Billy.” Why did she have to bring up Billy’s cancer? It’s almost as if she’s trying to rub it in. I gave my Aunt Bessie one last hug goodbye and went onto the plane. I was going to fly to Seattle and then I would have to take another plane to Lancaster- the little city on the coast- and then drive home with Billy. That is going to be scary. Billy’s happy that I’m moving with him but he isn’t sure why I’m moving back with him. I know he won’t say anything though because he isn’t like that. Billy keeps to himself a lot. He isn’t that much into people’s business. It will always be weird with him though because from his phone calls I could tell that he is still upset about my mother’s accident. When I got off the plane in Lancaster, Billy was there waiting for me. So was his friend Jonathan. I’m guessing that Jonathan drove Billy out here to get me. Jonathan is Billy’s golfing buddy. “Zoey dear, is that you? Wow, you’ve gotten so big! I missed you so much sweetie.” Billy yelled as I went to get my luggage. He gave me a hug when I got up to him. It was a weird hug. I got the sense that he thought it was awkward too. “Yes it is. I missed you! Aunt Bessie says hi by the way.” We all got into Jonathan’s truck and started our way to my new home. Billy tried having small talk with me. I could tell this whole ride was going to be awkward. “I got you signed up for high school at Hillcrest High. You start school tomorrow.” “Oh thanks Dad.” I wasn’t excited about school. I’m going to be an outcast, a weirdo. I would probably be able to pull it off if I looked like someone who lived somewhere sunny. I should be tan but I’m white. And I mean really white. My skin is almost translucent but it is kind of pretty. I have dirty blonde hair with red in it. And my blue-green eyes stand out against my skin. “Hey Dad, do you know any places where I could buy a car?” “Well you don’t have to look anywhere.” “What do you mean?” What did he mean? Oh my, did he get me a car already? I hope not. Billy doesn’t really have what I would say as a “fashion sense.” “I already got you a car. It’s a good car for you.” “Dad, I was going to get my own car.” What did he mean the car was “good for me?” “I actually got it for you as a welcome home gesture. I got it last week.” “What does it look like?” “Don’t worry, it’s a new car; only a few years old really. It’s a blue Toyota.” “How much do I owe you?” He paused a minute before answering my question. “You don’t need to worry about that Zoey. It’s a present from me to you. You don’t need to pay me for it.” Wow. I just got a free Toyota. At least I won’t have to worry about that. I just have to worry about, oh let’s see, the rest of my life. Wow, that won’t be that hard…not. “Okay, thanks Dad.” Why did I say thanks? It was sure to be awkward with Billy and all this family stuff. Especially since I haven’t been much of a family member since I was two. I will just have to watch what I say from now on and try not to make it to awkward for the two of us. I don’t want to make it look like I’m some needy seventeen year old. Billy already has enough on his plate as it is, with the cancer and everything. Why did he have to get cancer? I mean I already lost part of me when mom died, if I lose Billy I would have lost everything. Why me, why me? I shook my head to get those depressing thoughts out. I looked out the window to see what my new home looked like. Wow, I forgot how green and humid it was here. It was almost as if the green was from another planet, an alien planet. It completely covered everything in its path; trees were covered with moss, grass covered in green shrubs, bushes covered in green flowers- holy cow, green flowers? I’ve never seen green flowers in my life! I didn’t even know they existed- weird. It reminded me of a rain forest. It was very beautiful though; a rare beauty. Finally, I thought as we pulled up to Billy’s house. Jonathan dropped us off and drove away. I looked at the once familiar house. It was a tiny two story house. The paint was peeling off in some places. I would have to fix that. My bedroom faced over the front yard- my room always has in every house I’ve lived in. There was a giant tree in front of my bedroom window. Perfect for sneaking out, but knowing me, I wouldn’t do it anyways. The flowers needed some work too. I feel bad that Billy can’t fix all this stuff up. Stupid cancer. Parked in the driveway was my new Toyota. I loved it! It was made of that really tough material that would turn another car into a billion pieces if it got into an accident. I actually thought I would have hated it but Billy has yet to surprise me, again. “I hope you like your truck Zoey.” “I don’t just like it Dad, I love it!” I went up to Billy and gave him a big hug, a real hug. He probably hasn’t had one of these in a long time. He had gotten tense at first but then loosened up a little. Then I ran over to my truck and hugged it. It was perfect. At least I wouldn’t have to cry about that tonight. I got all of my bags and went into the house. It looked the same as it did when I was last here. The family room was to the left. There was an old scruffy couch, a chair, and a TV. The carpet was a navy blue color. There was a huge window above the couch. To the right was the kitchen. The floor was white linoleum. The cabinets were a faded brown. There was a dishwasher, thank goodness. I hated washing dishes like I had to at my Aunt Bessie’s house. There was a kitchen table that was the same color as the cabinets. The chairs matched too. There was a window above the sink with a few flowers sitting on the window seal. The stairs were right in front of me. I walked up them with my bags and stood in the hallway while I remembered falling down them when I visited here one time. To the right of me was Billy’s room. I haven’t been in there in years. And I will continue not to. In front of me was my own bathroom. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom. I don’t think Billy would have wanted to wait an hour and a half while I get ready every morning. To the left of me was my room. I walked in and sat my few bags on the bed. I had to sort all of my winter clothes from my summer ones when I was packing. I ended up bringing all of my winter clothes- which was not that good. There was no point bringing my summer ones because it is always cold here. I guess I would need to go shopping. I looked around my room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a night table next to my bed, and a desk with a computer on it. It looks like Billy got rid of all my baby things. Everything in here has been here since I was born, except for the desk. The computer was so I could do my homework and probably keep in touch with Aunt Bessie if she ever wanted to contact me by email. I looked out my window at the yard in front. The rain drops were lightly hitting my window one by one. I will have to get used to the rain too. I hate the rain. I love the sun and how it feels against my skin. What stinks is that it barely gets any sunshine here. I’m glad Billy isn’t clingy because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to cry at all. He leaves me alone a lot. I guess he’s so used to being alone that he doesn’t feel comfortable with me being here. I kind of like being alone. I mean I’ve always been alone because Aunt Bessie would travel with Lucas. I like the quite. It would have taken an S.W.A.T. team to keep my Aunt Bessie from leaving me for a minute to get settled. That’s why I’m glad Billy and Aunt Bessie are so different. Okay, at least the weather here is perfect for my mood- gloomy. I’ve been holding in these tears ever since I got on the plane to Seattle. I should just let them out now. I sat down on bed and started crying. I don’t even remember the last time I cried that much. I think it was when my mom had her accident. I stopped crying and went downstairs to see what Billy wanted for dinner. I liked to cook; it kept me busy; it distracted me. “Billy, what would you like for dinner?” “Zoey, you don’t have to cook for me. I can cook for myself. I have for the past fifteen years.” “I know Dad. I like to cook though.” “Well I still don’t feel comfortable with you cooking.” “Why?” “Well, it’s just that I don’t want you to burn down the house or anything while I’m working.” “You really think that I would burn down the house?” Wow, he could at least have some confidence in me. I mean, I’m not that clumsy. “No, but I just want you to be careful. I don’t know how you cook. If you cook like your Aunt Bessie then you are not going to be cooking in my house.” His house? It’s my house too. Aunt Bessie can cook…well, anything that isn’t edible. I’ve been cooking for myself since I was seven anyways. “I’ve been cooking for as long as I can remember. Trust me, my food is edible.” This is weird. I would have thought that I would have been shy around Billy. Well, at least not that bad. I’ve always been shy around people. I mean besides soccer but that’s it. Speaking of soccer… “Ugh Dad, does Hillcrest High have a soccer team? I still want to be able to play soccer even though it’s freezing cold here.” “I think so. I’m not really sure though. You will have to ask the lady in the office tomorrow. Sorry. Why would you want to play soccer in this weather anyways?” “Dad, I love soccer okay. It’s my passion. I know I am clumsy, but my soccer muscles do help me stay up, most of the time anyways.” “Oh okay Zo. Well anyways, what’s for dinner?” “What do you have?” “Well, not a lot. I’m always at work so I never have time to go get food anyways.” “Well I’ll just make some spaghetti and I’ll go shopping after school tomorrow.” “Okay then. I’ll just go watch the basketball game.” Billy is obsessed with basketball games. I don’t know why though. There is nothing interesting about it anyways. All you do is shoot and pass. Kind of stupid to me. Soccer is way better then that. I got dinner ready fast and we ate in silence. It was awkward. I would have rather eaten by myself. After dinner, I wrote a list of all the groceries I was going to get. Billy must go out a lot if he barely had any food in the house. That’s kind of sad. Well, no. What’s sad is the fact that a 45 year old man with cancer lives by himself and is a police chief. I couldn’t imagine going through that. I shook the head to get the thought out. I put down the list I made and went to my closet to look for something to wear in the morning. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeve Hollister shirt. Then I found my old fans- the ones I’ve had for two years- and a black sweatshirt that had the number one on the back. I laid them out on my bed and stared at them with shame. Why did I come here? It was a stupid idea to come here. Well, no it wasn’t- not for everyone else at least. I only moved here to make everyone happy. It worked, but I’m not happy. Oh well, it’s done. I’m already here aren’t I? I quickly put on my old sweat pants and a baggy shirt and laid down in my bed. I laid there thinking of how difficult school was going to be the next day. I mean, I would have to introduce myself to everyone, walk around with a map in front of my nose, and…ugh…I just don’t know. Then I shut my eyes and let the darkness take me in. I woke up with a slow start. It was 6:35 and school started at 8:00. I got up too fast because I practically fell once I stood up. I ran to my dresser and pulled out the clothes I had picked out last night. I finished getting ready and almost ran into Billy on my way down the stairs. “Oh Dad!” “Zoey, gosh. You scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that again!” “Sorry it was on accident.” “Are you ready for school?” “Yes I’m leaving now. Bye Dad. Have fun at work. Is fun the right word anyways?” “Fun will do. Bye.” What was wrong with him? Something was definitely up. He sounded scruffy and sad. Something is wrong. I hope that it isn’t his cancer. I know that he has his bad days but still… I walked outside to my new Toyota and tried not to fall on the icy cement. I got into the comfy truck and immediately felt safe; almost like I was home again, like this was where I belonged. I didn’t feel like this when I was in the house. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? I hope Aunt Bessie is okay. I started the engine to stop myself from crying. I missed Aunt Bessie dearly. I backed out of the driveway and drove back onto the high way. Everything was off the high way; it was so spread out here, almost like everyone was isolated in this little bubble of space. Hillcrest High was a small school. It didn’t look like a school though; just a bunch of little buildings with the same matching roofs and a fence around it. What’s with the fence? What do they want to keep everyone here like a jail? I quickly stepped out into the light drizzle after finding a parking spot in the crowded parking lot. I ran into the tiny office. There was one desk behind a counter that split the room in half. The lady at the desk had curly red hair. There was a plant on the counter along with many papers that seemed to look like flyers for dances and rallies. The lady looked up from the computer screen she had just been staring at. “Hey there sweat heart! Can I get ya’ll something?” I tried so hard to not start laughing at her voice. I laughed at everything, it was so embarrassing. “Uh, actually I’m Zoey Johnson and I’m new here.” That probably told her everything she needed to know by the look of sympathy in her green eyes. “Oh dear, everyone has been waitin’ for you to come! Here, let me get your schedule.” She shuffled through a stack of papers and practically ran up to me with them. “This is your class schedule and here is a map of the school. I hope you have fun on your first day!” I grabbed the schedule and map and power walked out of there. I couldn’t hold in the laughter much longer. Once I stepped out the door I began laughing so hard I almost cried. Some of the students looked at me probably thinking I was crazy. After the scene I had just created, I quickly walked over to my first class which was English. I walked in quietly, hoping that no one would see my late entrance. I closed the door seeing that the class had already started. I glanced up and I immediately felt like a fish in a fish bowl. They were staring at me, almost as if they were looking beyond me at something else; like I wasn’t even there. “Why Miss Johnson, you’re late,” Announced the very large man with dark brown hair. “Sorry I was getting my schedule and such. I didn’t know. I’m sorry Mr.…” “Mr. Smith. Oh, it’s okay. Just take a seat anywhere you like.” Mr. Smith’s dark eyes penetrated into me. It was a weird sensation. It wasn’t anything sexual or anything near that. I had felt a stab of fear at the sight of his eyes. It was weird and unnatural; inhuman. Wow, what am I thinking? Am I crazy? Gosh, this isolated town is starting to get to me. I quietly walked over to the empty seat in the back of the class so that no one would stare at me. I slouched into my seat and kept my hair down so that I couldn’t see anyone gawking at me. After sitting there in the most uncomfortable position ever for an hour, a nasal buzzing sound filled the air. Everyone started getting there things together. I’m guessing it was time to go. I got up and walked to the door as fast as I could. I was almost out the door when a dark figure stepped out in front of me. I ran right into it too. “Wow there gorgeous. Where are you going?” The boy said. “To my next class.” I stammered. “Oh come on Jake, leave the new girl alone.” A raspy voice had said behind me. I turned to see a tall boy with dark curly hair- Superman style- and dark blue eyes. His eyes made his olive skin tone and perfect features stand out in the most perfect ways. His scent was heavenly and it radiated off his skin in waves, the next one as strong as the first. It didn’t smell like any cologne I’ve smelt before that all the guys’ layer on themselves. His black short sleeve shirt fit his muscles in a perfect way. His dark jeans and black shoes seemed to fit him quite well. “Dude, you should really relax. I didn’t do anything to her.” “Jake, just back the hell up okay. Clearly she is confused.” “Fine dude. See you at lunch.” The guy who’s name is Jake turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the classroom. “Sorry about that, Jake is such a pervert. He doesn’t know anything.” “Oh it’s okay.” I stammered. Man, was he perfect… “Sorry, it is so rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Steven Deveraux. And you must be Zoey Johnson.” “Hi there Steven. Yes, I’m Zoey. How does everyone know me around here?” “This is a small town. Word gets around very quickly. You will surely learn that.” “Oh well okay then.” I blushed knowing how stupid I must sound right now. “What class do you have next?” “Spanish with Ms. Latina I think. I don’t know where her class is though.” “I would be glad to show you to it. Besides, I have that class next too.” Steven and I walked out of the classroom after what seemed like minutes. We walked down the long corridor to room 14. It was so hard not to notice that rain drops hitting the uncovered cement. It smelled so natural out here; so fresh. Steven and I walked into Ms. Latina’s class and he went and took a seat in the back row. Ms. Latina introduced me to the class and of course I turned blood red. She assigned me a seat next to Steven and I tripped over my own shoes on the way to my seat. Two girls, both platinum blondes, giggled in high pitched tones. I stared at them with the fiercest eyes I could. They immediately shut up. I took my seat and a note was flung onto my desk. I opened it with shaking hands. So, tired of this boring town yet?? I looked over, almost immediately knowing it was from Steven. He even wrote in a nice font. I steadied my hand to make my writing look neat like his. Not really. I just got here. How can I be tired of it? I tossed back the note and it landed on the floor. He bent over to get it when I saw what looked like a tattoo on the back of his neck. I wonder what it looks like. Well, you certainly don’t look like your not enjoying it here. I bet you are only doing this because you think it will make everybody happy. Look I know that everyone has been gawking at you today but it is only because everyone thinks your really hot- as in the guys think that- or that your going to be a ho- as in the girls think that. Don’t listen to the girls though; they are all stupid sluts anyways. Watch out for Clara. She is the leader of the whole prep group. She sleeps with every guy, even the ones who are taken. If she bothers you, tell me. I’m glad he’s being really nice to me. He is the first person who actually has the guts to talk to me. This Clara girl sounds like a real *****. I wonder what turned her into this monster, well that is if she hasn’t always been like this. How do you know all of this? What, do you read people’s minds or something? And about the whole Clara thing, have you ever slept with her? He took a minute to write back. I took this minute to my advantage and tried listening to what the teacher was saying. She was talking in Spanish so I couldn’t understand her. I really need to switch out of this class. I didn’t even pick my classes anyway. The only reason I want to stay in this class is because of Steven. Suddenly, that familiar nasal buzzing sound filled my ears and everyone was in a rush to get out of there. I would have to ask Steven about Clara later. I walked quickly out of the room, not even glancing back at Steven. I walked toward my History class in room 5. Mr. Martin sent me to an empty seat next to a girl with platinum blonde hair with no introductions. I sat down and stared straight ahead so that it looked like I was paying attention. “Hey, aren’t you that new girl?” “Yes I am.” I replied back to the platinum blonde. “I’m Clara. This school is so boring. It’s only fun because I go here.” Oh. My. Gosh. Did she seriously just say that? “Yeah, you heard me right. It’s cool because I’m cool. If you try and mess with me, I will ruin your reputation okay.” Clara said again. “Look Clara, I just got here and it is my first day. I haven’t done **** to you so if you have a problem, don’t take it out on me. I’m not going to get in your way so leave me alone.” Wow, I never knew I had the guts to say that to her. “Well okay then, we seem to be on the same page. Oh, and by the way, leave Steven alone. He’s mine.” She turned back towards the front of the room to make it look like she wasn’t talking. I glanced away form her in discuss. Why was she so mean? I swear it was like someone had taken a stick and shoved it up her tiny ***. The class was over before I knew it and I still had one more class until lunch. That class also happened to be the one class I liked, science. I walked into my science class and introduced myself to Ms. Parker. She had long dark hair that flowed gently to the middle of her back. She was wearing a nice suit and a pair of fancy heels. She was so beautiful. She assigned me to a lab table in the middle of the room next to a pixie looking girl. I didn’t actually see her features until I got closer but she was beautiful. She looked like a girl that everyone would love. She had short choppy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Her skin was a translucent color. “Hey there, you must be Zoey. I’m Rebecca, but you can call me Baca.” “Hi there.” I said sheepishly. Science went by in a blur because the next thing I knew, everyone was leaving the room. I grabbed my things and walked towards the lunch room. It was packed when I first walked in. That girl Becca came to me in a graceful walk. “Zo, why don’t you come sit with me and my friends? Don’t worry; I will talk a lot so that it doesn’t make things awkward. I was the new kid before so I know what it’s like.” We walked over to the table with her many friends. She introduced me to everyone one at a time. We sat down and started chatting away. I wasn’t even acting shy. Why was that? I glanced up to the other side of the room where a group of guys sat there. Among them was Steven. He looked past his friend and into my eyes. He glanced away before I could. In that moment that our eyes met, I knew there was something different about him. “Zoey, Steven is totally checking you out!” Baca exclaimed quietly. “No he’s not.” I quickly glanced up to him and there he was in his Superman glory staring at me. I stood up mechanically and walked over to his table. It got dead silent once I got there. “Hey Steven. What’s up?” “Nothing really…How are you doing?” “Saying hi to you. Are you doing anything later?” “Yeah, I’m busy later. Sorry.” I could see the sacrifice in his eyes. It clearly meant he wanted to be with me. “Okay then I guess I will just see you later then.” I gave him a smile I thought could win over anyone’s heart. I turned away and could barely hear his friends telling him he should have went out with me. I smiled knowing that he wanted to. I can’t believe I just thought that and did all of that. Am I turning into that girl Clara? Ew, I am so stupid. “Zoey did you seriously do what I think you did?” Becca asked curiously. “Yes I did. He had ‘plans’ though.” “Wow, I am going to have to hang with you more often.” “Well first things first, let’s go to class.” I looked around the empty lunch room. It was deserted. I ran to my Math class and then an hour later went to my P.E. class. Math class was pretty boring. I had already learned everything back in Denver. P.E. was okay. I was really tired so it wasn’t that fun. I walked out of the girls locker room and started walking to my car under the over hang. I pulled up my hood as I walked out into the heavy rainfall. “Z, wait.” I knew who it was once that magical voice spoke. “About tonight, I don’t actually have any plans. Would you like to go hang somewhere or something?” “Steven, I thought you said you were ‘busy’.” “I’m actually not. But I still want to know if you want to hang out. Would you like to?” “Sure. I would love to. Where are we going to go?” “I don’t know.” “How about your house?” “No! I mean, sorry we can’t go to my house. We can always go to your house though. That is if it’s okay with Billy and everything.” “Oh, I totally forgot about Billy. Why don’t we hang out tomorrow. Billy wasn’t feeling to well today. Plus I have to go to the store. You can always call me later or something if you want. I’m sorry Steven. Rain check?” “Okay. Rain check.” I took out a notebook and wrote down my cell phone number. I gave it to Steven and walked over to my truck. I got into my toasty truck and immediately laughed. I can’t believe I’m not being shy. This is a start. I started the truck and backed out of the stall a little too fast. I almost hit a tiny car. Luckily, I slammed on my brakes to prevent an accident. The other car honked and kept going. I backed out again, slowly, and drove to the grocery store. I got everything I needed and drove back home. I parked my truck in the drive way and ran into the unlocked house. Wait, unlocked? I walked into the dark kitchen and put the bags on the table. I walked over and turned on the light. Laying there on the floor in front of the stairs was Billy. I ran over to him, falling on my way over there. “Billy! Billy wake up!” I screamed as I took his head in my hands. “Billy wake up! Come on, please wake up!” I sobbed as I dragged myself over to the phone. “911 please help me! My name is Zoey Johnson and I am Chief Johnson’s daughter. I just walked into the house and found him unconscious. Please help me! He won’t wake up! Please hurry!” I hung up the phone and crawled back over to Billy. I would give him CPR but I couldn’t remember how to at the moment. My mind completely went blank. All I could think of was what if he was dead? I checked to see if he had a pulse but I couldn’t feel one. I looked on his neck and saw two small puncture marks. There was blood dripping down from them. What the heck are those? I laid down next to him and started to cry even more. Then I saw a reflection of red and blue lights in the microwave. The cops and medics came in and told me to step aside. I did as they said and the quickly stared working on him. After what seemed like hours, they put a blanket over him. They kept calling him a body. I knew that he was dead. The cops and meds got up and took Billy away. They left me all alone in the empty house that was now mine. I grabbed the phone and dialed in Aunt Bessie’s number. She answered the phone and I couldn’t even tell her what I had just witnessed. “Z, tell me what happened? Is everything okay? Are you or Billy hurt? , talk to me!” “Billy, he’s…he’s…dead.” I finally got out between my sobs. “Oh. My. Gosh. I am coming to get you right now.” “No…stay there Ant Bessie. I am fine. Don’t come and get me.” I hug up the phone before she could object. Billy was dead. What am I to do? Just go on and live out my life here like nothing happened? Or move somewhere far away and pretend that none of this happened? I stood up slowly and grabbed onto the stairs to keep my balance. I fell back down again immediately. I crawled up the stairs one by one and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so empty, so dead. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I got in it and sat under the hot water with all of my clothes on. I have been dreading this day my whole life. I started sobbing even more. I cried more this time then I did when my mom past away. I felt so empty, like my soul died when I saw Billy lying there on the floor. This changes everything.

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Where to 'online shop' when making Christmas/Bday wish list? I'm 17, going on 18, and my birthday is right after Christmas so each year I make a Wish List for both occasions. I just browse various websites and compile a blog for all of my friends and family, but this year I'm drawing a blank for what websites to look at. Please give me suggestions! Some I've already skimmed through are: WetSeal.com Forever21.com Delias.com Kohls.com Alloy.com Roxy.com UrbanOutfitters.com PacSun.com That way you don't waste your time suggesting places I've already visited :)

is this normal...my "boyfriend" is blanking and giving me the silent treatment too often without any reason? I met my boyfriend at the antique shop that he works at,..he's 25. We dated for almost a year.He was very "obsessive" would drive by,..stop in alot...beg to see me, call nonstop and if he didn't get a hold of me.//he'd write or text or come over. If I didn't want to see him he would come over and stand outside the door and insist I open it. He is extremely dramatic,..then again, so am I. I went through some sudden hard times over the summer where I became cold to him and mean (i am going thru a divorce from a man who molested his/my own children..it came out in the summer,..i went nuts,..and found out I was pregnant from my boyfriend and had a miscarriage..my hormones drove me nuts,..i wanted to break up and went flirting on singles web sites..he must have gotten into my e-mails) I ended up on antidepressants but it was too late and he ended it with me without saying why or what I did wrong. He left me hanging from Nov until Jan. I tried calling,..begging....texting writing,sending songs...talking to his family...Christmas gifts,..and still he never responded. I though it was strange how he never told me what went wrong...he left me to deal with everything alone and to figure it all out. I felt like it was his way of controlling me and punishing me because If he wanted to end it in a normal way,..he'd say good-bye and return my things. But then I noticed he drives by almost everynight. I couldn't understand how he could torture me and still drive by. Well I let it go and found strength,..I still cared for him. In January,..the phone rang late one night,..he asked to stop in to talk. Of course I was amess,..ugly pjs..no make up etc..but I was desperate to see him even though I had already been dating other men (to force my mind off of him instead of trying to figure him out). We talked and he admitted he was getting crazy jealous and paranoid over other men talking to me,..he always worried I was cheating. So he then admitted to reading my on-line journals and watching me on "my space". He seems to know alot about me...He used to go crazy about my journals,..ie. if i changed a line,..rewrote..he'd said he sometimes check my journal up to five times a day. He said he was worried about me and wanted to see how I was doing,..but I a little too thin,...but fine. We made love..it was amazing. but then in the morning when it was time for him to leave he told me not to call him,.and that he would call me..and that we were not dating we were "talking". I know he seems to always want to have the upperhand so I just agreed with him (as i was happy to be talking again) He did not call for a couple weeks and he only texted. He kept making excuses to come over,..I told him no..and he insisted. He came over anyway. I was so mad. When he did come over, I tried to get close...but he seemed angry..he admitted he had his gaurd up afraid of me hurting him. I told him to let go of everything and he wouldn't ...so I told him to go and not to come back until he was the man I used to know,..sweet and kind and genuinely in love. He used to beg for me (i liked it,..I admit) But he had turned cold and distant in a sudden over the winter. So I watched him leave again. I didn't know if pushing him away was right, I didn't know what next to do,..so unsure of everything including who he has turned into. So I didn't hear from him until he found me on facebook almost 2 months later and he started chatting. It was nice. we chatted for like 5-7 hours everynight. I loved it. Then he started texting..(i thought..hmmmm making progress!) He would get back to his old ways as I would notice he called me out on everything written on facebook...who I had lunch with,..any plans,..apt. I listed,..he would text me questioning my whereabouts and if someone called he'd question who it was,..if someone stopped by he'd get curoius. I didn't mind. Until I wanted to start talking on the phone instead of the tedious typing relationship. So one night he called on the phone to stop in. It was nice but I get so into him and it turns into passion and we go crazy,..always during sex he asks what I am thinking,..he always wants to know what's going thru my mind (i never minded) He never lets me go when we are in bed together or if we are standing close,..he locks me in. I f I wanna move away he questions why and doesn't let me. He is very curious about what I do, and think etc. When it was time to leave, we kissed and I asked if I was his girlfriend again. a simple question, I thought. And he acted weird like he was partly loving that he had the opportunity to have me want this and seemed to say ."i don't know,..we'll have to talk about it" and still,..I got angry and I said that we were sleeping together and I would think it would go without saying and i was upset,..and he said He is sorry he upset me. He left and then I was soooooo mad and sad that I called him, right away. He didn't answer the phone,..I texted to let him know I trie

Which skateboard is the best outta the ones listed below for a beginner skater? Which one is good for a beginner skater: Blank deck Zero Enjoi Element Baker Blind Zoo York Alien Work Shop Almost Thnx for your help and time!

Can you help me find some clothes? I put together this list of what i want to buy before the summer: Summer: Silk Tunic with humming birds - £40 H&M Sling Back Sandals - Office/ Topshop Skirts - H&M or Primani One 'nice' dress for venice Kaftan- H&M or Primani 2 Casual day dress - H&M or Primani or Debenhams A part of loose denim cutoffs??? All Year: Baggy mens t-shirts - H&M, Espirit, Oasis Women's shirts 2 Customized Hoodies - Internet about £15 for both Jeans - £40 Topshop Plain black swim suit Polo shirt Obviously - I have filled in some of the blanks but do you have any ideas - if someone could create a Polyvore I would be soo grateful. UK based! Would prefer items to come from shops so i can go and try them on. I am incredibly pale with red hair. (Not orange - auburn) I am about 5"4 and BMI = about 26-28 Not to figure hugging. Preferably all tops to have loosish sleeves as i hate my upper arms. Would be happier to spend more on all year category and less on summer category if possible but all ideas welcome.