=>*kta's blog*<=

This blog was made in my english class with mr hide in my school colegio jorge washington in cartagena, colombia i hope you like it!!

Friday, September 29, 2006

[[--My Older Siblings--]]

I have three sisters, Sofia she has sixteen years old, Mafer twenty-five and Alex she is the oldest one and she is twenty-seven. I mist the two older ones since they live in Europe. Sofia is the only sister with who I live here in Cartagena but we fight a lot. Mafer and Alex live in Spain because there mother my dads ex wife lives there. Mafer has just graduated from university and Alex is a designer. On Christmas she usually sends me skirts and shirts that she makes with special messages, they are so beautiful. They both live together and with Alex’s husband “Daph” he is from England but he lives in Spain with my sister.

On Alex’s birth day we called her to felicitate her and she gave us a big surprise. She told us that Sofia, Mafer and me were going to be aunts and that my dad was going to be a grandfather. She was pregnant! Know we now that its going to be a girl and the name will be Gaia and in semana santa she’s coming with Daph and the baby. Right now she is still pregnant but she will have the baby on November.

Well this is my post for the week is about my sisters and I hope you like it!

((--->Know that I Have my Own Blog<---))

Know that I have my own blog I see that my expectations were little compared to what it is. I think that having a blog helps me a lot on my writing skills because if I write something that doesn’t make sense or if I have spelling errors people who maybe knows more about the subject can write me a comment correcting me. Before, I thought that having a blog would be difficult because you needed to write each week one or two posts to make your blog interesting plus you needed to have your blog nice and attractive so people visit it, I couldn’t neglect my blog other wise people would never visit it. Know I think that having your blog nice and attractive is something fun to do and posting is very inspiring, I really enjoy having a blog.

When Mr. Hide told us that we were going to learn technical aspects such as how to link, to put photos ect. I was like “oh my god “ I am not prepared for that put as we learned how to do it I was surprised by all the things that we can add to our blogs and how easy that was. In conclusion to have my own blog is a very nice experience; it had leave up to my expectations and more plus it helps me a lot with my spelling, this is wasome.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

.·::·.My Old and Big House.·::·.

When I was younger I lived in a very big house. This house was built by my grandfathers (my father’s parents) long time ago. This house was a two story house with a huge backyard and an elegant and old style. It was one of Cartagena’s biggest and beautiful houses. When my grandfathers died they left this house to my father and his five siblings.

When I was one year old I moved to that house, then I grew up living and experiencing a lot of good moments there till I was ten years old. One day my dad told me that we would have to move because they were going to sell the house and the buyers were going to demolish it and make a building. He told us that we were going to live in that building but I steel didn’t want that to happen, I have lived all my life there and now they were going to demolish it I felt like if they were taking a piece of me.

Cartagena is very little so gossips run very fast. When everybody new this they were always asking me why I gave up the house? And I always told them “that was not my choice it was my father’s siblings and they had choice to sell it”. The building would take two years to be finished and I had to move to another place while the building was finished. Know I am twelve years old and living in a building called Samudio waiting till my other building is finished. The engineers say that it will be finished by the end of this year, The name of the building will be Navas my father’s families second name. I can’t wait to live in the building were my big, old and beautiful house use to be.

Well this is my free post and it is a very important part of my life I hope you like it.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

.·::·.Horrible Rats.·::·.


Three Skeleton Key was a story that I read some days ago. I think that this story was very interesting because I always was asking myself what was going to happen. And then when I had to stop reading I couldn’t because I wanted to now more. I also thought that the story was very exciting because I felt that this was happening for real!

This story will always remember me about the day that I was walking to the “campito” a place were young people go to meet with others and to eat pizza. While I was walking with my friends a rat passed through my feat I was so scared that I started stepping on the rat trying to kill her but instead she bites me! And now I have a scar on my foot! I also relate this story with Tommy and Jerry, I don’t really now why, I think that is because jerry is a rat as well but when I read Three Skeleton Key the first thing that comes to my head is Tommy and Jerry.

The part that I best liked from this story is when the fireboat and the coastguards came to rescue the main characters. I liked this part because they were suffering a lot on that island and then when the coastguards came to rescue them I felt as if I had taken a weight of me I felt so happy for them. And the part that I disliked the most is when they tell the narrator that one of his friends had died and the other one had gone crazy. I felt very bad for the narrator and Itchoua because after all that they had passed through there was more! I also liked a lot when the narrator says that he was working on the light again that shows that he is very valiant.

I steel wonder how did the characters got rid of the rats when they got in the light. The narrator says that he doesn’t remember, I think that was a miracle!

well this is how i feel about Three Skeleton Key and I hope you like this post.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

..::My Trip to Island of Adventure::..


My trip started when I went to Island of Adventure in Orlando. When I first got there I went to Hulk. Hulk is the greatest roller coaster in the park so the line was really long. At first they shoot us like if they had shoot us from a gun it was very fun and scary. Later we headed up to spider man. This ride was in 3D and it was about the same thing as the movie. We decided to go in single rider because the line was so long that we didn't have time to do It.Later we had lunch in a really nice place. The walls were decorated with cartoons and the food was delicious. After that we went to a Greek ride it wasn't a roller coaster but it was like a journey through ancient Greece and the leader who took us through the ride, talked with the gods and it was crazy it was really fun. At last we entered to Dr. Zeus's land. IT had rides for little kids and a lot of memory shops. At the end we went to the hotel. It was a really cool day.

..·::·..Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter..·::·..



Steve Irwin “a wonderful character” and a “passionate environmentalist,” had just past away. The brave crocodile hunter was attacked by a stingray in Australia. He past away with 44 years old, leting behind his wife, his daughter and son, and a great TV show.

Animal lovers around the world are paying tribute to a brave and beloved
conservation hero today. Steve Irwin, also known as the “crocodile hunter,” died
after being attacked by a stingray at Australia’s Great Barrier Reef.
I think that his death is something very bad because he did so many
wonderful things for crocodiles and gave a lot of noledge to the world about this animals. The best thing that we can do is to keep him in are minds and harts remembering what he did for this animals and for us.

Australia's Prime Minister John Howard said Irwin’s death is “ a huge
loss to Australia.” Howard called Irwin “a wonderful character” and a
“passionate environmentalist.”

If you want to have acces to more information go to TFK.
Here is an article about Iwin's death written by Dina El Nabli.