<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:21:59.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pmei2188</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1884489877744729251</id><published>2010-06-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:40:26.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War problems</title><content type='html'>1. What are 3 advantages of having war simulations?&lt;br /&gt;we can practice over and over again without die.&lt;br /&gt;you don't die&lt;br /&gt;we don't kill Innocent victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What do you think this technology will look like in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;this technology would be like better in 10 years because we get to have the advantage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1884489877744729251?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1884489877744729251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1884489877744729251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1884489877744729251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1884489877744729251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/06/war-problems.html' title='War problems'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1798584342701209040</id><published>2010-06-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:33:10.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban the god dam bottle water</title><content type='html'>1) Is bottled water cleaner and tastier than tap? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;No, because bottled waterand tap water is like the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;2)  How is bottled water made?  Where does it go after you throw the bottle away?&lt;br /&gt;Battled water is made from oil which can fill up to 1 million cars and after it goes to a landfill r an area were it gets burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What can you do to help solve the bottled water problem?&lt;br /&gt;tell the government to ban bottle water and make the bottle water companies pay everyone in the United States back there money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1798584342701209040?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1798584342701209040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1798584342701209040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1798584342701209040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1798584342701209040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/06/ban-god-dam-bottle-water.html' title='Ban the god dam bottle water'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7837589630032624174</id><published>2010-05-24T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:39:51.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>profile penalty</title><content type='html'>-What information and images are OK to post? What’s not OK to post?&lt;br /&gt;Some things that you should post are the things you think, your friends, and you family might think of that will help you in your future. Some things that are not good to post might be your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever posted something online that embarrassed you or got you into trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Not really because I don't really use my blog that much unless I do work that has to do with one of my classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is there any way to guarantee complete privacy when you post things online?&lt;br /&gt;Yes because you can lock some items that can only be seen by friends and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How might things you post online affect your future?&lt;br /&gt;If you post things that are inappropriate on your blog then maybe that post will be seen by your teachers in high school and your friends. When that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7837589630032624174?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7837589630032624174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7837589630032624174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7837589630032624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7837589630032624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/profile-penalty.html' title='profile penalty'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-5821557562391630280</id><published>2010-05-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:33:19.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine card</title><content type='html'>To make the valentine, you will need pieces of red paper and pieces of pink paper. You will also need scissors, some have, and a marker or a(n) people.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the red paper into the shape of a(n) park.&lt;br /&gt;Cut a smaller park shape from the pink paper.&lt;br /&gt;Glue the pink paper park onto the center of the red paper park.&lt;br /&gt;Use the marker or the people to write a Valentine's Day message to the person. If you don't know what to write, try a phrase such as, “Won't you be my short Valentine?” or “jennise thinks you are as cool as mr lahana!”&lt;br /&gt;You may wish to add other decorations, such as lovely or other paper shapes. Now you have the perfect short valentine to give to someone special!&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when using your scissors, and remember to clean up the area where you have been happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-5821557562391630280?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5821557562391630280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=5821557562391630280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5821557562391630280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5821557562391630280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/valentine-card.html' title='valentine card'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7005648257227062878</id><published>2010-05-21T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:27:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tongue twister</title><content type='html'>The S Twister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small short slipped shrink on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The H Twister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home, hubby harry have with a huge, harry harry potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7005648257227062878?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7005648257227062878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7005648257227062878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7005648257227062878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7005648257227062878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/tongue-twister.html' title='The tongue twister'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-5483852281318252865</id><published>2010-05-21T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:22:53.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Odd Animal</title><content type='html'>The little roc is an animal that has blue fur with black spots on its legs and heads. Its tail is shaped like a(n) me which it uses to pasted peoples. An adult little roc may weigh more than 89 pounds and stand over 98 feet high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little roc can be found only in new york and north carolina. Although its favorite food is gums, it also likes to eat foods. If you ever see a(n) little roc, be sure not to ever sing “fire away.” That song makes it small. Instead, give it a few gums and be on your wa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-5483852281318252865?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5483852281318252865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=5483852281318252865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5483852281318252865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5483852281318252865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/odd-animal.html' title='An Odd Animal'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7571797487262176530</id><published>2010-05-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:11:31.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A salad</title><content type='html'>To make the best fruit salad, you need fresh ingredients. The best time to buy a fresh fruit is from may to june. Go to your local market. Pick up one fruit and study it. The fruit should be tasty and yummy. These taste the best! Put 4 of them in your shopping cart. You will also need a pound each of carrots and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you need to get the ingredients for the salad dressing. You might like banana dressing, which tastes yummy on fruit salad, but you might also enjoy pears dressing. Pick out the 5 best fruits you can find. Take your ingredients home, and get ready to make your salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and dry each fruit thoroughly. Use your crackers to separate the parts of the fruit. Put the pieces in a large salad bowl. Next, chop the carrots and carrots, and put those in the bowl. To make the dressing, mash the fruit in another bowl. Add a cup of oil and 5 teaspoons of vinegar. Pour the dressing into the large salad bowl and mix the ingredients. Voilà! Enjoy your fruit salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7571797487262176530?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7571797487262176530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7571797487262176530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7571797487262176530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7571797487262176530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/salad.html' title='A salad'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-454787725960052673</id><published>2010-04-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:28:51.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting addicted to games 2</title><content type='html'>1. Why do you think someone becomes addicted to gaming?&lt;br /&gt;they keep playing a game they like when they get it and don't want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make up a list called  “5 ways to tell that you’re addicted to Gaming”.&lt;br /&gt;1)keep talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;2)where there up to.&lt;br /&gt;3)how many hours your playing the game&lt;br /&gt;4)if you got it when it just came out.&lt;br /&gt;5)they never got off the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-454787725960052673?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/454787725960052673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=454787725960052673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/454787725960052673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/454787725960052673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-addicted-to-games-2.html' title='getting addicted to games 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-8756050171863652557</id><published>2010-04-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:21:48.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the techbrarian test</title><content type='html'>a) Are you someone who normally listens to music while studying?  Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;no because the music distracts me when I'm trying to do my homework or read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) During the Techbrarian Distraction Test was there any type of music that distracted you more than others?  If so, explain why.&lt;br /&gt;part 4 of the story because there were people talking and beats at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) How do you think you would have done on the test if there were math problems instead of a story?&lt;br /&gt;a lot harder because you might make mistakes and get the wrong answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-8756050171863652557?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8756050171863652557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=8756050171863652557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8756050171863652557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8756050171863652557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/techbrarian-test.html' title='the techbrarian test'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2449061921942301856</id><published>2010-03-23T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:03:21.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle water</title><content type='html'>1) Is bottled water cleaner and tastier than tap? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;tap water is cleaner because when you drink bottle water you don't know where the water came from, it might of came from your  toilet.&lt;br /&gt;2)  How is bottled water made?  Where does it go after you throw the bottle away?&lt;br /&gt;bottle of water are made by the bottles that we recycle, when we throw the bottle away  it might end up in a land fill, someones back yard, and in a factory&lt;br /&gt;3) What can you do help solve the bottled water problem?&lt;br /&gt;we can stop drinking water from water bottle companies and drink from the fountain water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-2449061921942301856?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2449061921942301856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=2449061921942301856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2449061921942301856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2449061921942301856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/bottle-water.html' title='bottle water'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1780071394787168702</id><published>2010-03-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:27:39.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Predator Drones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. How is fighting an enemy with predator drones &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; from fighting hand-to-hand combat?  How is it &lt;em&gt;similar&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hand-to-hand is really different from using predator drones because hand to hand your not using any weapons such as guns and etc.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Is it fair to fight with predator drones when your enemy doesn’t have that technology?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes because when we fought native Americans we had guns and other things and the natives only had bow and arrows with rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Would you be interested in flying predator drones for the military? Why or why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no because if you miss the predator drones you can't arm the predator drone again so the enemy might know that your there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1780071394787168702?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1780071394787168702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1780071394787168702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1780071394787168702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1780071394787168702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/predator-drones.html' title='Predator Drones'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1969978752616156522</id><published>2010-03-05T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:29:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pierces</title><content type='html'>1.  What were the most interesting parts in this documentary?&lt;br /&gt;the funny faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Name at least three reasons why people get pierces.&lt;br /&gt;act cool, blend in with your friends if they got pierces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do different pierces say different things about people?  For example, does having your ears pierced say something different then having an eyebrow ring?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because when you have piercing on your stomach that tells you that your are a disgusting/fat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Is there such a thing as too many pierces?&lt;br /&gt;yes, because when you have to many piercing people might think of you as a person that want to attract attention, the other thing is that you will kind of look different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1969978752616156522?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1969978752616156522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1969978752616156522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1969978752616156522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1969978752616156522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/pierces.html' title='pierces'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7908714935481235748</id><published>2010-02-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:08:37.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting addicted in playing games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Do you think it’s possible to be addicted to gaming?  Why or why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it is possible to get addicted to games easily when you play it out. Like my brother he got addicted playing his play station 3. He hardly gets enough sleep. He keeps waking me up in the middle of the night and checks the Internet to see if he could beat some area that he's stuck on in Uncharted Hero 2: Among thieves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What happens in treatment centers for gaming addiction in South Korea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some gaming centers get a lot of money from these kids when they play. Some might get banned because they are letting the kids play all night and they don't close down. It would be better if the gaming centers have a time limit that kids could play and when times up they leave. When its time for them to close down the store close down the store..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What were some differences you noticed between American culture and south Korean culture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Americans don't go to cafes to play games. We stay home and play, unlike the Korean culture some kids play at a cafe and waster money that they/parent make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7908714935481235748?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7908714935481235748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7908714935481235748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7908714935481235748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7908714935481235748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-addicted-in-playing-games.html' title='Getting addicted in playing games'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1850461046502510644</id><published>2010-02-12T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:42:38.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/S3V1qArXXbI/AAAAAAAAACU/yuDbbYvwXz8/s1600-h/moneyphone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/S3V1qArXXbI/AAAAAAAAACU/yuDbbYvwXz8/s320/moneyphone.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437381489716583858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the money phone. Just log on to your account in city bank online and select the amount of money you want to print. Print and real money that you could use. Do not get caught on printing money on the streets because you don't want the phone to get taken. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1850461046502510644?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1850461046502510644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1850461046502510644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1850461046502510644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1850461046502510644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-phone.html' title='Money Phone'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/S3V1qArXXbI/AAAAAAAAACU/yuDbbYvwXz8/s72-c/moneyphone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-4478004540337833410</id><published>2010-01-29T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:21:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it was my last day</title><content type='html'>Well if it was my last I would wanna go to California and climb the Great Canyon and see the perfect view on the bottom It was pretty fun there when I was with my parents. I wanted to stay for 3 more days but we had to ride a plan here so I couldn't stay. If I was able to stay I would be staying there until the end of my life that would be perfect for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-4478004540337833410?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4478004540337833410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=4478004540337833410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4478004540337833410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4478004540337833410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-it-was-my-last-day.html' title='If it was my last day'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-8435746037837093280</id><published>2010-01-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:14:42.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Supply</title><content type='html'>a)  Name one way water sources become contaminated in 3rd world countries?&lt;br /&gt;Water in other countries can be contaminated by oil. LIke yesterday on the news oil was leaked into rivers in countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) What are the dangers of water contamination?&lt;br /&gt;Contaminated water might kill you or get you really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Describe (in your own words) an invention that can save people from drinking contaminated water?&lt;br /&gt;Pipe cleaners can clean up the dirty things in the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Why do you think everyone in 3rd world countries do not have these inventions?&lt;br /&gt;They don't have these kind of inventions is because they either don't have enough money or they just spend to much money on water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-8435746037837093280?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8435746037837093280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=8435746037837093280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8435746037837093280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8435746037837093280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/water-supply.html' title='Water Supply'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-5911680394457838125</id><published>2009-12-15T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:59:03.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight.</title><content type='html'>Well to me there is something like love at first sight. It is really weird though. Although I like this girl the girl don't like me. You guys already know who I like already. There is also a weird thing in my life. Each time I meet a girl or when the girl moves I start l liking someone else. There was one other girl that I like before Marina left. You guys don't need to know who it was because then you guys start making some stuff up. That girl already know I like her. If you guys really want to know then ask me. I migh tell you guys if I really feel in a good mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-5911680394457838125?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5911680394457838125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=5911680394457838125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5911680394457838125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/5911680394457838125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight.'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7389122245489392076</id><published>2009-12-15T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:52:15.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The School Store</title><content type='html'>It was the beginning of the year when I thought about the school store. I wasn’t able to dominate the sentiment of hunger. So we need to open the school store. Well there are reasons why I want to open one. 1 the students sometimes don’t eat school food. 2 they get really thirsty when they enter class without a drink. The last but not least is that it will be sensational that the school earns money.&lt;br /&gt;     Students don’t eat school food. The school sometimes gives out nasty food that students don’t like. The pizza is dry when they serve it. The students might be able to bring more money to school to buy more. Sometimes students are sentiment hungry during there class time and won’t be able to dominate there hunger and ask when it is lunch. There might be too much sanitation after the day ends. Well Brain said” I might buy things form the school store depending on what the school gives and what you guys are selling”&lt;br /&gt;     Students get really thirsty when they enter class without a drink. One of the 8th grade classes has gym 3 times a weak, so they won’t be able to dominate thirsty after the class. They might get thirsty during class and ask there teacher if they were allowed to drink water. They won’t have to ask kids who bought drinks for a sip. Well one of my English Language Arts teacher Ms. Avenia said that they might buy drinks from the school store if they are really thirsty.”&lt;br /&gt;     The store will help the school earn money. The school spent a lot of money last year fixing the school and now the school is really poor. We might be able to get rewards and funs trips to go on during the end of the year. The school store students might be able to go outside to the store and buy more things and sell the stuff they bought as a profit. Well Radames said “I want to go on a trip to six flags great adventure at the end of the year”&lt;br /&gt;     As you can see the store store will help a lot when you need it. The thing is that when as you can see it helps a lot. The students will buy more things from the store. The teachers might be satisfied. The one thing is that when we raise/decrease the price the students might be really upset. The other thing is that if students are oppose to it then talk the dean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7389122245489392076?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7389122245489392076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7389122245489392076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7389122245489392076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7389122245489392076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-store.html' title='The School Store'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-6400811731014004640</id><published>2009-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:50:37.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Life</title><content type='html'>a.  Using your own words, what are 3 things you learned about water that you didn’t know before?&lt;br /&gt;1) I have learned that things other than garbage can pollut the ground or water.&lt;br /&gt;2) An estuary is a bay(like oh my god)&lt;br /&gt;3)I never knew there were a lot of animals that live on the (estuary(bay) this year.&lt;br /&gt;b. Write a short review of Water Life.  Was it entertaining?  Did it teach you anything? What could the designers of the game done better?&lt;br /&gt;It was entertaining but there was to much talking in it. It really did teach me a lot. There was one part of the game that is really bring, the TALKING. There was to much talking and to little action/gaming. I they added more gaming/action and subtract the talking then the gaem might be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-6400811731014004640?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6400811731014004640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=6400811731014004640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6400811731014004640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6400811731014004640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/water-life.html' title='Water Life'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-4507445230007739755</id><published>2009-12-08T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:13:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV/AIDS game</title><content type='html'>1. What is this game about. &lt;br /&gt;This game is about characters that you make have HIV/AIDS or not. My character had HIV because of having with with my other character.&lt;br /&gt;2. Explain some of the choices you made and what happened as a result?&lt;br /&gt;Well depending on my results they  made my character have HIV but it was what I chose to do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why is a game like this important?&lt;br /&gt;This game is important is because if your really unlucky and get HIV then this game might to be able to help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-4507445230007739755?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4507445230007739755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=4507445230007739755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4507445230007739755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4507445230007739755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/hivaids-game.html' title='HIV/AIDS game'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-3494076197697638047</id><published>2009-12-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:47:26.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier to destroy</title><content type='html'>1) What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well it means that people start writing on the walls so the school has to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;2)Where have yo seen it happen?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it happen but if I do see it then I don't know what to do. Usually I'll tell the dean Mr. Markus.&lt;br /&gt;3)Why is it important to fight against this?&lt;br /&gt;Its important to fight against this is because people will start writing again. Then other kids will start writing on the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-3494076197697638047?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3494076197697638047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=3494076197697638047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/3494076197697638047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/3494076197697638047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/easier-to-destroy.html' title='Easier to destroy'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2382127606921414551</id><published>2009-12-01T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:39:31.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SxVGtshdWnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2Q_BwSoYJ8/s1600/peters+skecth+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SxVGtshdWnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2Q_BwSoYJ8/s320/peters+skecth+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410308278215072370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-2382127606921414551?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2382127606921414551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=2382127606921414551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2382127606921414551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2382127606921414551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SxVGtshdWnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2Q_BwSoYJ8/s72-c/peters+skecth+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-4741306579275765785</id><published>2009-11-13T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:25:28.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Horror story</title><content type='html'>This story is about teenagers that lived on this island for 25 years. These teenagers were told that when you teach kids there you get well paid. Some teenagers went there for the money. Some went there for the house. Some just went there to see the fungi. Then some weird zombie accident happened to them when they lived on this island. They didn’t know what cursed this island. This island looks like a tape, so this island is called Tape Island.&lt;br /&gt;    “Break down this cemetery and I’ll pay you 30 thousand dollars,” said Andre.&lt;br /&gt;“No, that’s the resting place of dead people,” said Ashley&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll add 30-,” said Andre&lt;br /&gt;“No way, I won’t break that place down for your sch-,”said Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok Mr. Molten, we will make the school for you” said Ronald&lt;br /&gt;“But-“said Ashley&lt;br /&gt;“Just do it?” said Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine I’ll do it.” said Ashley. So you Ashley listened to Ronald, to break down the cemetery to make a school. Ashley didn’t want to break down the cemetery, she heard rumors that once a cemetery is broken down, the building on top of it will be cursed, and not regular curse, but the bodies of the dead will revive and kill everyone on the island/city. 23 years later…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Its time to go kids” said Peter.&lt;br /&gt;“Bye Ms. Juan” said the students&lt;br /&gt;“Bye” said Ms. Juan.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, Ms. Juan” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Peter, I want to ask you a question?” said Ms. Juan&lt;br /&gt;“Sure” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Why do students in your class call you by your first name?” said Ms. Juan&lt;br /&gt;“Well it’s really a personal thingy, so I can’t tell you” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, then see you tomorrow.” said Ms. Juan&lt;br /&gt;“All teachers stay after school for a meeting” over the loud speaker said the principal.&lt;br /&gt;“Dammit, another meeting” said Peter. Well after like around another 5 classes all teachers were done with there classes. They didn’t want to go to the meeting is because they’re tired and hungry, but they still had to go to the meeting. After like 3 hours of talking they heard a shock and the girls started screaming. After a while the shocking stooped so they started again with the screaming and talking of ideas they were done with the meeting. You when it gets dark and a girl go home they get robbed or raped, so Peter decides to take Marina home that night and sleep over, but by accident Ms. Juan fell onto the bed, Peter tripped and they kissed each other, the bad thing was that they almost had sex until Ms. Juan realized that Peter was on her and WAM, well you know when a girl gets kissed/ almost had sex they only do one thing slap and knee you in the nuts, the same exact day the bodies underground were shacking. The next they were energized for there classes. Well Peter had to go home and change, so he took Marina to the school and he went back to change. Some students saw them together, they thought they were going out, so they asked them.&lt;br /&gt;“Kids its time to go to your other classes” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Peter” said the students.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes kids” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“We saw you and Ms. Juan in your car, and were a bit nosy but are you two going out?” said the kids&lt;br /&gt;“No, I just took her home “said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Oh” said the students. Well you know students are really nosy, so I didn’t tell them the truth. You know students can spread rumors a lot easier than students. The truth is that I and Ms. Juan kissed/ almost had sex with each other yesterday by accident. That’s why she doesn’t talk to me no more. Besides we see each other everyday in school. At the end of the day Ms. Juan and Peter meet outside, they didn’t talk to each other when they meet outside. Well it was pretty dark out here so Peter asked her if she wanted to be taken home by a car. Well at that point I was not supposed to take her home, but it didn’t bother him, but at the same exact time bodies under the school were changing into to zombies. When Peter was driving Ms. Juan home he was asking&lt;br /&gt;“Ms. Juan what’s your first anyway?” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Why you want to know?” said Ms. Juan.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m being nosy” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Well if you’re really being nosy then you don’t need to know my first name” said Ms. Juan.&lt;br /&gt;“Please, can you tell me” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s not like you like me or anything” said Ms. Juan&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I like you” said Peter. It got so quiet all of a sudden that you can here the wind blowing in your ear. IN about 5mintunes Peter got Ms. Juan home. Ms. Juan just got out of his car and just left him there with the dark.  Well after like 3mins Peter got himself together and drove off. Ms. Juan was looking out the window of her floor seeing Peter drive off.&lt;br /&gt;    The next day Peter and Ms. Juan didn’t talk to each other. They were thinking about each other every time they don’t see each other. Well Ms. Juan had to quit teaching because she had to move in with her parents. Well Peter didn’t know that she was moving in with her parents. Ms. Juan didn’t want to stop teaching so she made a deal with her parents. The deal was that she could live with her boyfriend and stay there until she quits her job then she’ll move in with her parents. Her parents said “fine, but you don’t have a boyfriend”.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I do Mom” said Ms. Juan. She had to figure something out top tell her parents, so she used Peter as her boyfriend (since Peter likes her anyway then why not use him)&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know Peter didn’t know this until Ms. Juan came back to talk to him about this. He was refusing to help her until she kissed him on the checks and said” help me please” He said “yea what ever, but I don’t know your whole name”&lt;br /&gt;“Well my whole name is Marina Juan” said Marina. Peter was so shocked that Ms. Juan was Marina. You guys don’t know what happened these past years in Peter’s life. He knew this girl Marina and liked her. She had to move to queens with her parents at the age of 12. Peter was waiting for her to come back until he had to move to this creepy island. He though he wouldn’t see Marina again in his life. 2 years past since Peter and Marina was going out (faking). One night when Marina and Peter was listening to the principal talking about parent teacher conference in the conference room. There was another shock and this time the shock got worst. Everybody started thinking that it was an earthquake but it was something else. After a while the shocking stopped and Peter said&lt;br /&gt;“This is like the 5th shock that happened” They had no idea how the shocking happened.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was parent teacher conference, so all the students had a half a day but the teachers had to stay. After like 4 hours of conference with the kids parents the teachers finally had a rest for 1 hour. At the same exact day the bodies under the school were coming up. After 1 hour of resting the teachers had to talk with the students parents again. By like 2 hours the school was full of parents and students. Then another shock happened. The parents and students didn’t know what to do. After 30mins the shocking stopped. Then at the ground floor all the parents and teachers saw zombies coming up from the ground. They didn’t know what to do. All the teachers and parents started running for there life’s. A lot of people were eaten by the zombies. Then upstairs at the 4th floor the parents and teachers were afraid that there was going to be another shock so the teachers told the parents to leave the school.  When the parents got down to the ground floor there were zombies all over the place with dead people all around the floor. The parents started to scream and run. The zombies caught parents and ate them (if you want to know how zombies eat people step by step then read the following, if you don’t want to know how they eat people then move on to the next paragraph, here is how it goes 1st they rip the persons body up to small pieces, 2nd they eat the meat, 3rd they save the guts, livers and heart for later)&lt;br /&gt;    The parents were all eaten on the 1st floor, the only people left was the teachers. The zombies some how left the school and go on. When the teachers went down to the 1st floor they saw the entire parent’s body and there livers, guts, and hearts. All the teachers started to scream like a chicken and faint. When Marina and Peter went down stairs go out through the back door to get into Peters car they saw a greenish person on the streets. Peter got off to see what happened to him, but he was didn’t look human, so Peter tried to help him in his car and drive him to the hospital. That said&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t take me to the hospital”.&lt;br /&gt;“You have to go to the hospital because you’re hurt” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“No” said the greenish man.&lt;br /&gt;“The hospital is no far from here, so come in my car” said Peter. After a bit talking the man turned greenish and blackish. Peter didn’t know what had happened to him but he looks weird. Then out of nowhere the man tried to bit him, luckily Peter had a knife with him and stabbed the guy throw his heart. Peter got into his car to run him over. Marina asked what happened out there. Peter didn’t reply and drove off. Marina went home with Peter; Peter took a shower, brushed his teeth and went to bed. He didn’t want to tell Marina what happened outside because he didn’t want her to get worried. The next day Peter told Marina not to go to school. She asks” why”&lt;br /&gt;He said “it’s a holiday for us”. So Peter and Marina stayed home that day. At night Peter told Marina not to go outside. She asks” why?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s too dangerous for a pretty girl to be outside in the night” said Peter. That was a lie, he just didn’t want Marina to see zombies and get killed. Well Marina didn’t listen to him and tried to go outside, but Peter stopped her. Marina said that she was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;“Well get something to eat in the refrigerator” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Well no” Marina said. Marina pushed Peter out the way to go outside. Peter had no choice but to kiss her and make her stay inside the house. Well Marina still wanted to leave the house to go outside to buy food. Well Marina couldn’t get out unless the kissing stopped, so the kissing went on and so did the dramatic instead of the kissing they had sex. Marina was willing to do it because she fell asleep. The next day you know they’re on the same bed naked. Marina woke up and saw herself naked, woke Peter up and slapped him you know when a girl has sex with her boyfriend they usually give them a kiss, hug or the boy takes care of her, but Marina was the opposite, she likes Peter and had sex with him, but he gets slapped instead of Marina giving him a kiss, hug or Peter taking care of her. That the weirdest thing right.&lt;br /&gt;“Peter you bitch” said Marina&lt;br /&gt;“What was that for Marina?” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“THAT SLAP WAS FOR HAVING SEX WITH ME AND THIS ONE IS FOR KISSING AND NO LEETING ME GO OUT-“said Marina&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t want you to go out side for a reason” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“WHATS THE REASON” said Marina.&lt;br /&gt;“Remember yesterday that I saw a man” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“YES AND YOUR PIONT” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“That man was a zombie” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why I didn’t let you go outside” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;. “WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LET ME DIE” said Marina.&lt;br /&gt;‘I didn’t want you to die is because I still like you” said Peter.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to be left alone for the rest of my life” said Peter. Marina got all quiet for a sudden, gave Peter a hug and said&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry for slapping you Peter, I didn’t know you still cared for me” said Marina&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never forgotten about you Marina since you left” said Peter. Well all that was taken care of but 1 thing, the zombies on the island. Peter didn’t know what to do with the zombies on the island; he wanted to help the people who still didn’t get eaten by the zombies, he didn’t have any idea how to help though. He was thinking of ideas until he figured out that he could look for survivors, food in the morning and stay in the house at night. So the next few days he was following his plan. Before Peter went to find survivors he went to find Marinas family the following day. He was driving to Twenty-third Street; he went to were Marina’s family lives but couldn’t find them. He was wondering where they went. He went back outside to find them. He couldn’t find them anywhere. It was almost nighttime so Peter decided to drive home and find survivors the next day. It went pretty well when he found 2 survivors that know each other. They were talking all the way when they were walking to Peter’s house, it was 2 hours before it went dark. Peter told them to hurry up or zombies will eat them. Peter also told them” you do not want to get eaten by zombies because they eat humans like they eat chicken. The 2 friends shut up and started walking really fast to Peter’s house. It was 1 hour before nighttime they weren’t even halfway to Peter’s house. They started running there butts off because they didn’t want to eat eaten and not see their family ever again. Peter was running like a guy running for gold because he didn’t want Marina to get hurt and suicide for him. Well the good thing was that they made it in time before the zombies came out to hunt for people. The guys were all tired and sleepy. They asked Peter were they can sleep. Peter said&lt;br /&gt;“some of us have to sleep next door, downstairs, upstairs, in the halls, and even in the elevator” There is no other place you guys can sleep in besides these places.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want you guys to sleep to far from the 5th floor because you guys have to run when the zombies come.” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Ok” said the survivors. Peter went to the corner to talk to Marina and said&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t have that much food left”&lt;br /&gt;“How much food do we have left” said Marina?&lt;br /&gt;“We only have like around 2 more days of food left” said Peter.&lt;br /&gt;“I guess we have to find more food tomorrow” said Peter. Well you guys know how hard it is to not eat food for 3 days, really hard. Peter and some survivors had to go outside to find some food. Luckily Peter had a store right next to house, if he didn’t then he will be walking 3 miles for 1 store and it will be like 6:30 in the night and the zombies will come out and hunt. Well Peter had to get at least 3 months of food to survivor.&lt;br /&gt;    For the next 3 months they had enough food for everybody they still survivor. One morning Peter found out that across there was a police station. Peter went in the police station to see if he would find some guns. He found a room that was locked tight and no one could go in that room. So Peter decided to break the locker with a hammer, drill or throw a motive. Finally Peter broke down that door and saw a lot of armed guns. Then he said&lt;br /&gt;“This will help us out a lot when we see zombies.” So Peter took all those armed guns, bullets, and machine guns home. When he got home all of the people were shocked. Then he said&lt;br /&gt;“Everybody get 2 guns and 4 reloads.” For the next few days it was piece and quiet. Then one night Peter ran out of food for everybody. So he was worried how he was supposed to tell the survivors. The thing is that once Peter tells the survivors that they ran out of food they will start leaving. So Peter decided to go outside with some survivors to gather food. Luckily when Peter and some of the survivors were safe going down the stairs. When they got outside it was quiet. Peter told them to hurry up and go to the store. After a while they got food for everybody, but they didn’t expect that when the survivors where coming back, some zombies followed them. Peter decided to tell everyone to got back up stairs and Peter threw 3 grenades at different directions to blow up the zombies. At morning Peter decided to switch the hideout to the police station across the street. So every body started packing up and moving. When everybody got into the police station Peter turned on the news. Peter was shocked that Mr. Kennedy was on the news. He said&lt;br /&gt;“We will send 3 choppers that can carry maximum up to 90 people and each chopper will wait 30 minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;“After 15mins when the last chopper leaves, we will send a nuclearer bomb to bomb to island to shred and kill all the zombies on the island” said Ms. Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;“The 3 choppers will separate when they reach the coast of the island. The 1st chopper will land at 57th street pool in the 9:00 in the morning, the 2nd chopper will land on the library on 63rd street at 12:00, and the last chopper will also land on 57th street police station roof top, who ever is still alive please hurry to the choppers tomorrow.” said Mr. Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh great, we have at least 271 people that is still alive” said Peter&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry” said Marina&lt;br /&gt;“One of us will have to stand inside the chopper” said Marina. Well everybody started to pack up when they heard the good news. After 30mins of packing up they went to bed for the next day. The next day they waited for the chopper to come. Well it went as planned in the morning and afternoon, but in the night it didn’t go so well.&lt;br /&gt;“The chopper is here” said Peter. When the chopper landed everyone started to go inside one by one. There was one problem, when it was the 3rd to last person to go in the chopper, zombies came to the police station. Peter went to lock the door to the roof, after he was done that he went inside the chopper, but the door couldn’t handle that much pushing and opened. The zombies started to come up. Peter told the 4 survivors that were sitting on the side of the chopper to get up and shot the zombies head with him. It was like playing a game for Peter because he practices shooting in the shooting field. Well when the chopper got up in air, Peter threw a grenade outside to the zombies, the zombies thought it was a heart or something and ate it. The grenade blew, the chopper shook a little and 1 survivor fell off on to the zombies, the zombies ate him like a hamburger. Well who ever got out of that island was lucky because the nuclearer bomb landed it shook the whole island and the island sank to the bottom of the ocean. 1 years after the accident happened Peter and Marina married, had a son and daughter. There life was a plain and simple, nothing special or weird happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;    You know the zombie accident now that happened Tape Island. I’m just telling you before you move somewhere new just think about how the place your living in looks and what will happen on that place. This accident killed about like 300 hundred people because they didn’t predict what happens on that island. This also happened on the greed inside the people. If it weren’t for the greed inside they wouldn’t have gotten killed or eaten by the zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-4741306579275765785?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4741306579275765785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=4741306579275765785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4741306579275765785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4741306579275765785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-horror-story_13.html' title='My Horror story'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7756850639539788461</id><published>2009-11-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:56:04.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me and this girl 2</title><content type='html'>Well you all know that Marina left the school, my heart can't just take it all at once but I'm forgetting her bit by bit everyday. That didn't happen just until 2 days ago. When I got out of school I saw this girl. Well you all know that when the one you like just leave you want someone to care for you.  Well this girl didn't care about it but like she gives me the same feeling that Marina gave me when I liked her. You guys don't need the girls name because I don't know what you guys are gonna do. This girl acts like Marina(not every bit of it though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7756850639539788461?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7756850639539788461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7756850639539788461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7756850639539788461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7756850639539788461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-me-and-this-girl-2.html' title='About me and this girl 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-6167740957045599872</id><published>2009-11-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:33:55.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Poem 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting&lt;br /&gt;about her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;is going&lt;br /&gt;for some&lt;br /&gt;other girl&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt; keeps about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-6167740957045599872?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6167740957045599872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=6167740957045599872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6167740957045599872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6167740957045599872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-poem-3.html' title='My Life Poem 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2596440232514402270</id><published>2009-11-06T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:56:27.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me and this girl</title><content type='html'>I meet this girl in 7th grade. I didn't know that much about her until I started liking her. Nobody knew that I like her until I told my friend Xavier. He was so surprised that I like her. He wasn't a trust worthy friend, he told her that I like her. The bad thing was that she started walking/running away from me each time I try to get next to her(even though I just wanna talk to her), the other thing is that she keeps smiling at me each time she runs form me. After I found out that she like Malik I started to stop, but I couldn't. The next day when I came to school I told Reggie, Xavier, and some other kids in math class, it was all quiet until Reggie said "Malik You go out with Marina', everyone started saying oh. Mr. Hallenbeck told us to be quiet until he knew what happened. Two days later after the problem in math class, Marina broke up with Malik to go out with Reggie. After I heard that my heart started hurting for some reason. Tow months after that Marina broke up with Reggie. Finally it was summer. I went to summer camp with a lot of my friends. When it was lunch time I saw Marina in the cafeteria. Everybody started to get happy all of a sudden. After 12:15 Miguel said "Peter do you still like old Lisa?" I'm like yea I still like her. Miguel took me to see her and I really saw her. After summer ended we had to go back to school. Well I saw Marina but there was no point of liking her right now, that is because on aim she told me that she had to move some what this year. Well that really happened on a October 30th. I wanted to give her a good-bye kiss before she leaves. I was like "nah, if we like each other in a year (that's destiny) When she left my heart started hurting more than usually, but after 2 days my heart started to get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-2596440232514402270?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2596440232514402270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=2596440232514402270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2596440232514402270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2596440232514402270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-me-and-this-girl.html' title='About Me and this girl'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7534773849400838345</id><published>2009-11-03T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:11:50.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Poem 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She finally left&lt;br /&gt;but I&lt;br /&gt;can't take,&lt;br /&gt;for her leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never&lt;br /&gt;be able&lt;br /&gt;to forget&lt;br /&gt;about her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember her&lt;br /&gt;till I die&lt;br /&gt;and never&lt;br /&gt;like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7534773849400838345?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7534773849400838345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7534773849400838345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7534773849400838345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7534773849400838345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-poem-2.html' title='My Life Poem 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-739478895220194809</id><published>2009-11-03T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:08:06.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;is pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;I like&lt;br /&gt;is leaving in a&lt;br /&gt;few days&lt;br /&gt;if I don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know&lt;br /&gt;what in my heart&lt;br /&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to&lt;br /&gt;say it to her&lt;br /&gt;but I can't&lt;br /&gt;take her for leaving&lt;br /&gt;makes feel so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-739478895220194809?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/739478895220194809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=739478895220194809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/739478895220194809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/739478895220194809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-poem.html' title='My Life Poem'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1653972233133059982</id><published>2009-11-03T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:01:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Inspired Poetry2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="photoImgDiv4072987890" style="width: 502px; text-align: left;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv4073000968" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/4073000968_8ca43fbc3c.jpg" alt="Изкуство: импресионизъм by Михал Орела." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like&lt;br /&gt;a stab through&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;when Marina is&lt;br /&gt;leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;I wait and wait&lt;br /&gt;she never changes&lt;br /&gt;her heart for me.&lt;br /&gt;Almost for&lt;br /&gt;her to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;It feels really bad&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;can it besides and&lt;br /&gt;the 1 I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1653972233133059982?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1653972233133059982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-5152600300994408994</id><published>2009-11-03T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:53:30.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Inspired Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is love&lt;br /&gt;baby don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;know more.&lt;br /&gt;cuz I love you&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-5152600300994408994?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7343768496970012372</id><published>2009-10-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:28:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>a) The environments in the 3 videos that I saw was good The animals/plants I chose were the fox and ducks, sharks and grasses.&lt;br /&gt;b) The places in New York are different from places that I went to, like in L.A. the nature over there was better than the nature here, that is because that in New York there is a lot of population (not as much as California) that live here.&lt;br /&gt;c) the most interesting environment that I saw out the 3 was the sharks. I would not want to travel near a place where a shark would be because my mom always were metal/ shiny things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7343768496970012372?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7343768496970012372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7343768496970012372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7343768496970012372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7343768496970012372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/planet-earth.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2478312671940755579</id><published>2009-09-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:58:32.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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This place was so dark that u only could see black. Then when I tried to turn on the lights, there no light switch. I was wondering were was the light switch. I had to move around. This place looked like my house because the things that were on the floor was the same as the things that I put. Some one turned on the lights and it was my house. The one who came in the house was myself. I droped down, like man why is my future in my dream???The next one that came in was freak en Marina. I droped down hard on the floor. I hurt my back and woke up. It was time for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1240268097776134827?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1240268097776134827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1240268097776134827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1240268097776134827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1240268097776134827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-dreamed-of-yesterday.html' title='What I dreamed of yesterday'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-8881587247883555828</id><published>2008-12-18T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:13:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA story part 2</title><content type='html'>(this story is not part of the ELA story because this is a regular blog story...)&lt;br /&gt;     When Dan and Marina got married there baby was born. Ziliang was so happy for them that he wanted to find a girl freind him self but he dare ask Jenny out. Dan was wondering what would Ziliang do if she had to leave him. He was wondering. Then Dan got and idea. He was going to ask Jenny out (tis part is said in part 1 but I didn't finish if it wasn't in the 1st part then now you know)to see if Ziliang really wanted to go out with her. When Dan got there something bad happened. Jenny house was on fire. Dan call the F.D.N.Y. When they got here the fire was going to fast. Ziliang came and tried to go in and save Jenny, but the fire was to strong. Ziliang didn't want Jeny to die. There was a surprising thing. Jenny came back and saw Ziliang on the floor. Ziliang was begging that if Jenny was alive he would switch his life was hers. Jenny heard that and was so happy, but she was crying. Ziliang turned around and saw Jenny. They started to ran toward each other and huged eat other. Thats how part 2 ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-8881587247883555828?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8881587247883555828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=8881587247883555828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8881587247883555828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8881587247883555828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela-story-part-2.html' title='ELA story part 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-8315619016754389770</id><published>2008-12-18T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:56:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic bags</title><content type='html'>#1) Where do all plastic bags go when you buy them?&lt;br /&gt;After i'm done with em or they broke i dump em in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;#2) Why is this bad?&lt;br /&gt;This is bad because if they buy plastic bags and just dump em in the garbage thats just wasting your money.&lt;br /&gt;#3) what can we do about it?&lt;br /&gt;we could just rec lye them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-451156438439902931</id><published>2008-11-21T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:31:13.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most expensive thing I never bought, but got returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScMaY7Qt1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/y8R6sjlLf-0/s1600-h/291485290_53ddc6d261_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScMaY7Qt1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/y8R6sjlLf-0/s320/291485290_53ddc6d261_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271195536367597394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScMRqjAFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HrQTABxMxzc/s1600-h/43032905_207bfdeeab_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScMRqjAFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HrQTABxMxzc/s320/43032905_207bfdeeab_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271195386478860018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most expensive thing I would never bought was going on line buying 2 psp and 3 wiis. I payed them 2000 thousand dollars i cash. My parents screamed at me because I wasted 2000 thousand dollars for only 5 things. They were going to deliver the items to the house. When they came my parents said that they don't want it so you people could take it back. My brother said that he wanted one only because he thinks that I might loose it like I lost my own D.S in school. The deliver didn't get a chance to talk because my parents were talking. My parents then told him that my brother wanted one psp. The deliver said that we ran out of the order and if you people don't want it we could take the order back and we will pay you people back the money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-451156438439902931?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/451156438439902931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=451156438439902931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/451156438439902931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/451156438439902931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-expensive-thing-i-never-bought-but.html' title='The most expensive thing I never bought, but got returned'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScMaY7Qt1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/y8R6sjlLf-0/s72-c/291485290_53ddc6d261_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7512304847086522794</id><published>2008-11-14T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:59:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About 3 teenagers in love</title><content type='html'>When Dan came out of college, it was a sunny day. He was looking for a job. He found a job and got hired. He got new friends and was able to fid 1 friend name Ziliang. Dan finds his 1st love Marina. When Marina saw Dan she had a weird feeling that she would like this teenager. Later on the weeks Dan and Marina be going out to talk. They feel in love with each other. Dan didn’t know that Ziliang his friend likes Marina also. So one day Ziliang ask Dan to come out and talk with me about Marina’s personal things. When Dan got outside to talk to Zliang in personal about Marina’s personal things, Ziliang started to hit Dan for no reason. Ziliang told Dan that he likes Marina and you took her away fro me you little brat. When Dan heard that Ziliang likes Marina he said” When I saw Marina I loved her” If you want to know if Marina really likes you hen I’ll go ask her. Later on the day Ziliang and Dan went to Marina’s house to talk to her. “What happened to you Dan” said Marina. Nothing, I got hit by some kids. When Dan asked Marina who she likes with Ailing next to him ,Marina answered that I like you Dan, why you asking though? Some one wants to know who you like. Ziliang got heart broken because she heard the words that Marina said. Then Ailing got up and started to hit Dan because Marina likes him instead of me. Later cops came to stop the fight. They said what happened here? Marina told them that Dan and her was in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. “What about him” the cops asked? This boy is Ziliang, a boy who had a crush on me . “So why they fighting?” said the cops. I said that I like this Boy Dan and not this boy Ziliang. So when Ziliang heard that I don’t like him he started to hit Dan. So the cops got the problemed solved and let go both Dan and Ziliang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After a few days Dan got better. One day Ziliang called Marina if what she said was true. Marina its me Ziliang, I want to know if you really don’t like me? “The last time i said to you” I don’t like you” That’s what I said the past few days” but I really like you so please don’t leave me, sorry Ziliang I cant force myself to like you. Ziliang was sad about the words that came out of Marinas month. The next day Zilinag wasn’t paying any attention to his job, boss, allies, and friends to forget about her. Later on the weakens. Dan and Marina was happy that Ziiang would leave them alone. They didn’t really care if everyone including Ziliang didn’t want to be together. Dan got a call from his sister Jacklin. “Hello” said Dan. This is us the kidnappers that want money from you people. Why you want money from us you little brat. Dan hung up. The kidnappers called again. Dan asked what they want? Later the kidnappers put Jacklin on the phone. “Jacklin you alright” said Dan? “I’m fine with these people because they feeding me and giving me the cloths I want and they don’t really want me to look at there faces. You heard her voice right Mister? Yes I did so what you want from me and how much money you want from me or my family?! We want 2million dollars in cash by the end of this weak. How am I suppose to get that much money by the end of this weak. There are only 2 days left. I don’t care how you get the money I want eh money by the end of this weak, if you don’t give it to me your sister dies!. Dddddddddd. Dan told his parents that Jacklin got kidnapped and he also told Jack that his sister got kdnapped . He wanted help from Jack because he has been in the police station or been a cop for 8 years( he is older that Dan by 2 years, but he was in high school when he meet him.)The end in this weak Dan gave in the money ,but he got a call from Jack. Jack told him that he found his sister. “Dan I found your sister” said jack. Where is she? She is inside a hou…... “WHAT YOU DOING YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!!!!!!!!!” JACK, JACK. JACK ANSWER ME! JACK!!!!!! When Jack hung up Dan was worried about him. Dan went to the place that he got the call from, he couldn’t find it because the call was from Jack’s cell phone. Then Dan heard a bang sound. The sound was coming from the right of him. He followed the sound and found a house that is ruined in a long time. Dan saw it was Jacklin and Jack. Jack was on the floor because he got shot for saving his sister. They went on the ambulance to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One day Dan was drunk and can’t drive. So that day Marina went home with Dan so he could sleep. The time that they were together was 3:00 o clock am. Later when Marina came to see if Dan was awake, but instead of Dan waking up something terrible happened. The next day Dan and Marina woke up on same bed. I don’t want to say what happened because you know what happens when one of them is drunk …… now back to the story when Marina and Dan woke up they were saying what happened? Marina told him that you went drunk yesterday and you pulled me toward you and we……. Aw f(a curse word)I shouldn’t have drank that much bear. So Dan left because he didn’t want anyone know and Ziliang. You know what happened when Marina said “I don’t like you” Ziliang hit Dan for stealing his love. If Ziliang knows this then he might kill Dan. about you and Dan. “Why you being so nice to Dan?” said Marinas parents? “I’m being nice to him because …. I don’t want to tell you. “ “you have to tell us . “ “Ok” dad and mom.” The reason why I’m helping Dan is because that he’s going to be my husband. WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! “Ok, I’m telling Dan’s parents that you and Dan are going to marry each other,” said Marinas parents. “No , dad and mom, don’t tell his parents.” “Why don’t you want him to know that you and him had ***? I don’t want anyone to know including Ziliang. “Why” said Marinas parents? If Ziliang knows about this he’ll kill Dan. Last time I told him that I don’t like him and I like Dan, Ziliang hit me in the b***s and that hurt like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One day Dan and Marina went out for a talk. They were talking about what he would do to take care of her. When Marina got to that point Dan can’t tell her. The other day when Dan and Marina went outside to go on a date, Jacklin saw them going out and hid. Later on the day( the same day) when Dan went with Marina house Jacklin called. “Brother were are you?” said Jacklin. Um…. I’m at the store with Marina. “Ok” then I’ll see you when you get home. Marina got in the house Dan left but Dan called out her name, Marina went close to Dan and you people know what happens, Dan left and Marina went inside the house . When Marina went inside the house she was blushing. The day after Marina got called outside with Dan and Ziliang. Dan wanted to tell Ziliang something about Marina with Marina next to her. When Marina got here Dan needed to tell Ziliang something that happened with them. Dan told Ziliang that he and Marina had the problem that only grown ups do when they get married that night. Ziliang was happy for them. Dan and Marina didn’t know what happened to Ziliang. Dan asked Ziliang that if he liked another girl beside her? Ziliang answered that he like Jenny but Jenny don’t like me. Dan told Ziliang that he would help him on this. The next day Jenny got robbed and Ziliang help Jenny chase the robber. Ziliang caught the robber, and gave back the purse or the things the robber took from her back to her. Jenny thanked Ziliang and gave him a (what growns up do when they like each other) Ziliang was still. One day Jenny and Ziliang was asked to go outside to have a talk with Dan and Marina. The truth wasn’t going outside for a talk, he wanted to get Ziliang and Jenny together. That day it was raining. Dan and Marina stayed in one tent and Jenny and Ziliang stayed in the other. That day Ziliang and Jenny lost there mind in the tent. They did the same thing that Dan and Marina did in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The main thing of this story is that Dan has no money to marry Marina. One day Dan had a special guest. The special guest was his friend Thomas and his girlfriend Tiffany. Thomas wanted his car fixed in a month because they were going on a honey moon after there marriage. Dan said “How would you want your car fixed?” Thomas wanted his car fixed with important parts of the store. He would pay 28 million dollars in cash when he finished. Dan was happy. Thomas knew that Dan and Maria was getting married so he would pay 2million dollars in cash when he was done. Dan was working on it right away. The past days Dan didn’t go see Marina because he was busy doing the job. One day Thomas came to the store to check out his car. Thomas came to tell Dan that he wants him to fix the car a little faster because he was going to marry Tiffany soon. Dan said “why?” Thomas said “ We changed the marrige date so you have to fix the car a little faster” “When is the date” said Dan? “The day is the 26th of November” said Thomas. Ok I’ll do this night and day, now you won’t worry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Finally Dan was done fixing Thomas’s car. He took a truck and put the car inside the truck. When he was on the way to Thoams’s house he had a car accident. People came and took a look to see what happened. Marina got a call from the hospital that Dan had a crash. The crash was the worst. Marina heard the car and fainted. They called the police because Marina fainted. They were wondering why Marina fainted? The other day when Dan and Marina had an accident Ziliang was worried about them two. The next day Marina woke up. When she woke up she wanted to know if Dan is ok or if he woke up. Marina was so worried about Dan that she was going to faint again. The doctor came to tell the reason why there daughter fainted. The doctor said that Marina was pregnant. Everyone was shocked because they never new there daughter and Dan had a problem like that. The next day Marina went to the doctor to check if the baby was a male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Dan finally woke up. Marina was so happy that she was going to faint again . That day Dan had to stay in the hospital. When Dan got of the hospital, he was doing his job. Marina didn’t see him for the past few days. When Marina went out of the hospital Dan wasn’t there. The past few days in November was boring. Dan finally appeared at the hospital, but Marina was out of the hospital. Dan knew where to find her. One day Marina was out for a walk, Dan saw her. Dan asked if Marina wanted to marry him. Marina said “yes” The day that Thomas got married Dan and Marina got married. Then Ziliang came to the wedding party to celebrate there marrige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7512304847086522794?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7512304847086522794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7512304847086522794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7512304847086522794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7512304847086522794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_14.html' title='About 3 teenagers in love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7494363649834472316</id><published>2008-11-03T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:28:36.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>अ टिपिकल डे विथौत माय ससेनेस ऑफ़ हेअरिंग.</title><content type='html'>If I woke up and last my scene of hearing I would be asking them to write there replays down. The bad part bout losing the scene of hearing is that if someone would say they like me what would I do? I would be saying I can't hear you.Can you write it down please.The one thing that might happen is that I might get slapped and I don't know what would happen. When my freinds look at me I would be wondering what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7494363649834472316?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7494363649834472316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7494363649834472316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7494363649834472316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7494363649834472316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_03.html' title='अ टिपिकल डे विथौत माय ससेनेस ऑफ़ हेअरिंग.'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2177277449128257819</id><published>2008-11-03T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:03:15.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Laptop 3</title><content type='html'>When I got back to the school,you know what happened?My friends started to ask if I stole the laptop. Then later the day people be coming to ask me if I really stole a laptop. I couldn't even answer each question.Then when I got of the school people be coming up to me if I stole a school laptop? I didn't know if they were police or people who want me to steal a laptop."Who are you?"I asked.We are stealers.Oh..What you want from me?We want you to steal a school laptop and give it to us.Why you want me to steal a laptop while you could steal it yourself.We are all high school students and need to work on computers. I told them"why don't you just go to a library or go to your school and ask if they could let yo us there computers.They said again"if you don't do it well kick your ***."Well no.Then they started to hit me so I ran.Don't run you little *** *****. Then I ran into the school.Kelly the school police ask what happened?They said this little kid stole our things.I was shocked.I didn't you *******s.Yes, you did.Kelly asked me if I had there things. I said "no"OK,then this kid said he doesn't have your things so you people wanna search him?They got scared because they knew I didn't have there things on me.So they left, now no one asked if I stole a school laptop.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-2177277449128257819?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2177277449128257819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=2177277449128257819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2177277449128257819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2177277449128257819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Stolen Laptop 3'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-4880479703093239464</id><published>2008-10-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:59:25.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor part 2</title><content type='html'>Child Labor is bad for children. If Child Labor ends I will let the children go to school instead of working. If we decided to take or continue on with the Child Labor I would say take away Child Labor because a lot of kids don't have education. If they say " continue on with child labor I wouldn't no what to do because the city  decides weather or not to end this kid of problem."The best way to solve this problem is let the president decide because if the city votes the problem about that is that they might hate each other and kill each other. The worst problem who wouldn't like the child and parents is the people who buy or higher this people because they wouldn't like to pay them extra money for there family..... to be continue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-4880479703093239464?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4880479703093239464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=4880479703093239464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4880479703093239464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/4880479703093239464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_31.html' title='Child Labor part 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-6139083958099593780</id><published>2008-10-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:04:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Laptop 2</title><content type='html'>When I got home I was looking for a hiding spot so I can hide the laptop. When my brother called me I was wondering what happened.. When I got to the room, I was asked to call mom to ask her to buy McDonald. I called. The next day it went by because no one found the computer because they didn't go to my fathers bedroom beside me. When I got in my fathers bedroom I was taking out the laptop. Then my father came home, so I just hid the computer again. My father didn't wondering because he came in the bedroom late. Later on the week I was playing on the laptop. The week coming up I doped off the computer on the streets. Some Berger's picked it up. Then my teach teacher found it. Then he brang the computer back to school. Then he said to the students "I found the computer that was stolen." The things like the number was ripped off the computer. The day on I never herd of someone stole a laptop."To be continue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-6139083958099593780?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6139083958099593780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=6139083958099593780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6139083958099593780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6139083958099593780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title='Stolen Laptop 2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-142528115634478565</id><published>2008-10-23T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:59:46.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I stole a Mac laptop</title><content type='html'>The day I stole a Macbook started on a day that I had tech class.....When I was in tech I was talking to my friends and Mr. Lahana screamed at me for talking to them and disrupting class while he was explaining something. I got sent outside for the whole class period and I went to the gym. It was Friday, last period. I waited and waited for class to finish because when class ended I would go steal a laptop from the school. When class was over and people started leaving I would wait till everyone was talking or having a fight then I would go steal a computer. Time past until it was time for me to go in and steal because people started to fight and teachers would come in to stop the fight. Then I got nervous for the time on. I started to go in teach, I started to take a computer, when I got out of school I would rip the things that were on the computer and bring it home. When I got home my brother didn't notice that I brought home a laptop. I knew that when mom and dad came home I would have to hide the laptop from them.....to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-142528115634478565?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/142528115634478565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=142528115634478565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/142528115634478565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/142528115634478565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='The day I stole a Mac laptop'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-6409685688997330316</id><published>2008-10-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:00:16.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about migrant and labor child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScM3QpmE2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/J0t-ByQKIek/s1600-h/you-suck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScM3QpmE2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/J0t-ByQKIek/s320/you-suck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196032362222434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day wold be bad because we children have to go on the grain and farm. I would rather sleep till 12 noon because it would be best to eat lunch instead of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The work I would do is farm the grains and collect the grains off the farm. The other thing I would do is to wake up early and go to the market and sell things.&lt;br /&gt;It is mad crazy waking up so early and going to the *** store and making ****** 2 dollars in 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to school because I have to earn money form the people that buy food from me. The other thing is that we have to walk 3miles in order to go to the store and sell.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I worry about is that I don't go to school and if I don't have enough education and I won't have a job like until I am like 12 year old.&lt;br /&gt;My parents let me work because they don't have enough money to let me go to school and also when I was little I was a naughty.The only thing we could could do is to let my brother go to school and when he find a job I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;If I could change my life I would change it differently by looking for a job or look fr a part-time job and I would hand in the money for the school so I could go to school and the other way is have a teacher come to my hose to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;Others should help if they want to if they don't to help it is fine with me because the thing is that they have to help others. if they want to help others the thing they could do is to buy books for the person they help and they should help us is because when they have problems we could help them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-6409685688997330316?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6409685688997330316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=6409685688997330316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6409685688997330316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6409685688997330316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-about-migrant-and-labor-child.html' title='Learning about migrant and labor child'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScM3QpmE2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/J0t-ByQKIek/s72-c/you-suck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-8909865966203608744</id><published>2008-10-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:00:35.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>Name of sport: Judo&lt;br /&gt;How do you play this sport: you play this sport with a 98(2m)and a (1m. 98 is the lenght and 1m width of the platform and the withe of the outer platform is 14m. The danger zone is 1m wide and the security zone is 3m long. When u fight against a player u have to be 4m wide. Your bet has to be 3m.The rules of judo is that when the referees say hajime the combat starts. When the other player is on the danger zone the referee says ” Matte” When you throw the opponent, you control the force. When you hold the mat for 25sec. The other 2 interesting fact is that the people that play judo is that you could fight people that are better than you., so you could test out your skills that o learner over the years(of coyres you cold lose to that person because they are proness.) The other interesting fact is that you could fight with your friends that are the same level as you, to see if they are better than you, equal to you, or they are weaker than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-8909865966203608744?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8909865966203608744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=8909865966203608744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8909865966203608744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/8909865966203608744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/olympic.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-1329271542936894680</id><published>2008-09-26T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:36:38.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScNwtRzN3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_qGjvCjtP9Y/s1600-h/tatoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScNwtRzN3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_qGjvCjtP9Y/s320/tatoo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271197019299592050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think about tattoos are that if your parents sees they think that You are in a rascal or the Chinese triads. If you have a tattoo every one might think you will collect loans. The other part is that your friends think you are cool(if they are bad kids)People might not like you because yo are in a triad. The other bad thing about tattoos are if u are in triads and you get in to a fight you might go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;   What are good about tattoos is that you get girls to like out because they like boys that are cool. Some of your friends won't like you because they think that you might hurt them. The other part is that if you have a tattoo you like tattoos you might like to collect loans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-1329271542936894680?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1329271542936894680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=1329271542936894680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1329271542936894680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/1329271542936894680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSogqq_IX84/SScNwtRzN3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_qGjvCjtP9Y/s72-c/tatoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-7122979453409343044</id><published>2008-09-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:57:26.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Talent</title><content type='html'>My talent was playing a game similar to a game called jacks. We play this game when we have free time in lunch or in math. When we play this game there are 5 levels. each level you have to pick up 1 and take one on the floor and catch it. If you move any others you have to pass your turn, each level is different. If we start playing at a time that we could everyone starts coming and plays with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-7122979453409343044?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7122979453409343044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=7122979453409343044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7122979453409343044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/7122979453409343044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-talent_1799.html' title='My Talent'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-2054341872074401527</id><published>2008-09-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:52:57.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How would I feel as  a gold miner</title><content type='html'>If i was a gold miner I would wanna go home instead of mining gold because that if we dig in night time we would have to light our flash lights. If we didn't have flash lights we might have to light a match on a fire totem. If we accidental drop the match and the floor has powder the whole mine would fall on us instead of us doing work we died helping the country mining gold in mines......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-2054341872074401527?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2054341872074401527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=2054341872074401527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2054341872074401527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/2054341872074401527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-talent_25.html' title='How would I feel as  a gold miner'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783555774069015201.post-6608904808241241958</id><published>2008-09-22T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:57:16.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are chinese soliders killing tibetans</title><content type='html'>why are tibetans protesting?what do the tibetans want?the tibetans wants to see there indian across the sea who is the Dali Lama?the Dali Lama is the indian leaderwhat is the Chinese point of view?the chinese view is that ever tibetan has to die because the sickness they have could pass on to some one any where&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783555774069015201-6608904808241241958?l=pmei2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6608904808241241958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2783555774069015201&amp;postID=6608904808241241958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6608904808241241958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2783555774069015201/posts/default/6608904808241241958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmei2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-talent.html' title='Why are chinese soliders killing tibetans'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276722582958995726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
