<?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-4685394078981912069</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:58:15.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island School Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-777590260284307132</id><published>2011-06-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:11:50.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFabMmI7Vgc/TfjMMbeW_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/M_tm-cAQq5U/s1600/HE_Little_Manhattan_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFabMmI7Vgc/TfjMMbeW_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/M_tm-cAQq5U/s320/HE_Little_Manhattan_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618465049050283330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Manhattan has to be my favorite movie of all time. A romantic comedy about innocent puppy love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-777590260284307132?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/777590260284307132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=777590260284307132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/777590260284307132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/777590260284307132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-manhattan.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFabMmI7Vgc/TfjMMbeW_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/M_tm-cAQq5U/s72-c/HE_Little_Manhattan_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-8840092322434880456</id><published>2011-06-01T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:54:25.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorry Email BoyFriend POV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KeVU2AUTw8/Tea7cy_4xvI/AAAAAAAAADA/tljuaARfTXQ/s1600/im-sorry-notes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613380088964368114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KeVU2AUTw8/Tea7cy_4xvI/AAAAAAAAADA/tljuaARfTXQ/s320/im-sorry-notes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I'm sorry I went through your messages, it was wrong and i know that now. It was stupid and I would give anything to trun back the clock.  I do trust you. I promise to never to do it again. I promise that I will make it up to you some way or somehow. But most of all I promise to never doubt you again.  I really like you and I promise to never doubt you again. Do you forgive me? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     ( Should she forgive him?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-8840092322434880456?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/8840092322434880456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=8840092322434880456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8840092322434880456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8840092322434880456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry-email-boyfriend-pov.html' title='The Sorry Email BoyFriend POV'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KeVU2AUTw8/Tea7cy_4xvI/AAAAAAAAADA/tljuaARfTXQ/s72-c/im-sorry-notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-7951769588537998890</id><published>2011-06-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:53:58.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break- Up Email Girl Friend POV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1YSi5edgU8/TeawdPpSG2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEfDvk6-wew/s1600/you%2BGot%2BMail.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 178px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613368002026281826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1YSi5edgU8/TeawdPpSG2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEfDvk6-wew/s320/you%2BGot%2BMail.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Today my perspective on you changed. I trusted you and I thought you trusted me, but obviously you didn't if you felt the need to go through my messages. It broke my heart that you would even think that I was talking to someone behind your back. So what if guys were posting comments on my page? I would have never doubted you. I really like you but it feels like your suffocating me. I really didn't want to do this but I need space and your not giving it to me. I think we should take a break. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-7951769588537998890?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/7951769588537998890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=7951769588537998890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7951769588537998890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7951769588537998890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/06/break-up-email-girl-friend-pov.html' title='Break- Up Email Girl Friend POV'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1YSi5edgU8/TeawdPpSG2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEfDvk6-wew/s72-c/you%2BGot%2BMail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-3729389272864828712</id><published>2011-05-27T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:53:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BoyFriend Break-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked answer C "Just tell her. Her reaction will say it all." because in a relationship there should always be trust or it's not even worth it. If you trust her their should be no reason to snoop or hire a private investigator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I think that people that say mean things Online are really insecure, butthey feel they can say whatever they want because the internet gives you an invisible mask. No one can see you and that gives people power. Online you can be anyone or anything and say or do anythng. With a couple of letters and a single click you can turn someone's life upside down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Privacy for me is very important because i grew  up always having to share. I never had my own room or even closet. I always had to share and i feel that I'm growing up and its time for me to have some kind of privacy. I don't let anyone know my password because i had a bad experience leaving my aim open for like 10 minutes. I had left to walk my dog and i come back and see that my status say "I'm gay". I was furious and embarrassed. I stomped my way over too my giggling cousins and we got into our biggest fight ever, it was a big issue because the same thing had happened to my dads facebook page some one wrote the exact same thing. everyone from my family started asking me question and asking if i was really gay. It was hurtful because no one would listen to me, except a very few people. After a couple of days everything got cleared up and it was okay but my cousins STILL call me gay. They wrote the rumour and don't let it go. I know they're joking but it's still hurtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It got worse when a cirten girl in our school posted a comment saying that if i was bi she would ask me out. My family saw that and friends. What made it worse for me is that I had already told her that I was straight. I was forced to block this person and it was really hurtful.&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/4685394078981912069-3729389272864828712?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/3729389272864828712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=3729389272864828712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3729389272864828712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3729389272864828712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/05/boyfriend-break-in.html' title='The BoyFriend Break-In'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-1607804059626243832</id><published>2011-04-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T05:53:59.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayiti : The Cost Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkD932SsqFE/TemhugesPKI/AAAAAAAAADM/dpTDdIuMYkU/s1600/rainbow1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614196230858751138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkD932SsqFE/TemhugesPKI/AAAAAAAAADM/dpTDdIuMYkU/s320/rainbow1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) How is Ayiti different from 3rd World Farmer? How is it the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ayiti is different from 3rd world farmer because in 3rd world farmer you can play as long as you want but in Ayiti there are four seasons.Also in 3rd world farmer its only you working not your family. In 3rd world farmer all you do is grow crops but n Ayiti you can work in different jobs and send kids to school.It is the same as 3rd world farmer because you still have to keep your family alive and get a a good amount of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) What strategies did you use? For example, did you combine work and school, or did you send everyone to work? Which worked? Which did not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I combined work and school and I didn't end up so well. Everyone kept getting sick or dying. I tried using a different tactic. I sent the kids to school then in the summer i sent them to work on family farm and the parents would work in whatever they offered. Everything was going good until everyone started to get sick and in the end i ended up with -5468 money. At the end everyone died. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3) Why would parents choose to devote so much effort to sending their children to school? What obstacles did you face in trying to keep them in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think parents choose to devote so much effort into sending their kids to school because they want a better future for their childeren's lives. they want their kid to have a higher education so that they can get a better job and get on with life. Parent want all their kids to be succesful. No parent wants to see their childeren end up homeless and living of the city. What college you get into effects what kind of job you get. Two people go to a job interview. One of them went to a community college and got the best grades and had a 4.0 average. The other one went to Harvard but didn't do so well. Which one would get the job?. I asked my father and my stepmom this question and their answers were that they want to see their childeren grow up and be happy, but sometimes kid just don't get. My stepmom was top of her class in colombia and graduated with honors. She had her degree for accounting and she made very good money, but when she came over here she didn't know what to do. She didn't speak english but she made herself be understood. She got a deent paying job but its nothing compared to what she earned in colombia. My father started college but sadly didn't get to finish because when he came over here he had to start working. He devots so much time in making sure that my brother and I have a better future than he did. I will always thank him for that, he's the best parent in the world. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&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/4685394078981912069-1607804059626243832?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/1607804059626243832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=1607804059626243832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1607804059626243832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1607804059626243832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/04/ayiti-cost-of-life.html' title='Ayiti : The Cost Of Life'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkD932SsqFE/TemhugesPKI/AAAAAAAAADM/dpTDdIuMYkU/s72-c/rainbow1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-225219224623547736</id><published>2011-04-23T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:34:25.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQb56f8NdOs/TbLt6z5LjSI/AAAAAAAAACw/1OCw6CowJls/s1600/sexting_txt%2BAssignment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598798881393184034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQb56f8NdOs/TbLt6z5LjSI/AAAAAAAAACw/1OCw6CowJls/s320/sexting_txt%2BAssignment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for the complement but i will not send any pictures. I have more respect for myself than that! All your gonna do with those pictures is foward them to your buddies. You think im that dumb? You and I could go to jail. I could go to jail for sending them and you could go to jail for having them. Whats wrong with you?! Don't ever talk to me again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-225219224623547736?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/225219224623547736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=225219224623547736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/225219224623547736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/225219224623547736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/04/sexting.html' title='Sexting'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQb56f8NdOs/TbLt6z5LjSI/AAAAAAAAACw/1OCw6CowJls/s72-c/sexting_txt%2BAssignment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-5727195400071524028</id><published>2011-03-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:56:01.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right To Public Assembly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.  Why should people have right to public assembly (to gather in one place for a reason)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think people should have right to public assembly because its like freedom of speech, everyone is allowed to speak for what they believe in. People gather in one place as a way of fighting against what they believe in without violence. I have been to a public assembly and people all around the world gathered around to fight against the law SB1070. People sung some marched but their was this one guy. He was supporting the law SB1070 and he came up to us saying " Is that all you can do? This pueblo sucks. Go back to Mexico!" Then he stuck his tongue out like a little kid. That didn't hurt anybody if anything it made us want to shout louder. Their were babies on their parents shoulders holding up signs. I remember my baby cousin started marching around our block with one the signs we brought home. she's only 6 and she yelled it at the top of her lungs not caring who was looking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;2. How exactly do you think technology helped protesters in the Middle East to assemble (Hint: think about texting, Facebook and Twitter)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; I think that texting and using facebook really does help, because even though you can't exactly be there you can help out through facebook supporting the cause. I think the internet brings people together. It makes us one huge communtiy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-5727195400071524028?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/5727195400071524028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=5727195400071524028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/5727195400071524028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/5727195400071524028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-to-public-assembly.html' title='Right To Public Assembly'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-6179156704118810183</id><published>2011-03-10T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T06:33:41.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/scordova188/1647391'&gt;&lt;img src='http://scratch.mit.edu/static/projects/scordova188/1647391_med.png' width='425' height='319' alt='Scratch Project'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-6179156704118810183?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/6179156704118810183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=6179156704118810183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6179156704118810183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6179156704118810183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/03/fortune-teller.html' title='Fortune Teller'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-155345041713819218</id><published>2011-02-03T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:18:45.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SB1070 =(</title><content type='html'>Arizona's governor Jan Brewer signed what is now the most horrendous law of all time. The law SB1070 allows cops to question you on your immigration status, just based on the way you look. Also if they say they're doing this right then why don't they pull over Indian's or Arab's, I have nothing against Indian's or Arab's or any other kind of race, but if they're doing this fairly then why are they only pulling over Hispanics. It also prohibites people to knowingly hire immigrants. People say that that is the reason unemployment is rate is so high. So what immigrants aren't allowed to work because citizens can't find jobs. Who's fault is that? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are kids who grow up in the as immigrants and they study and work hard. For what? so that they can be deported after a lifetime of hard work. Some immigrants grow up to be the most famous people in the world. The Dream Act is a group that helps student immigrants. The Dream Act has been denied two times but they don't give up, they just get back up and try again. I think we should all be like that, never give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its scary not knowing if one of your family members goes out to work like any other day and not knowing if they come back. What do you think of this law?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-155345041713819218?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/155345041713819218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=155345041713819218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/155345041713819218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/155345041713819218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2011/02/sb1070.html' title='SB1070 =('/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-1846745160387233741</id><published>2010-11-19T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:21:21.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;applet id='ProjectApplet' style='display:block' code='ScratchApplet' codebase='http://scratch.mit.edu/static/misc' archive='ScratchApplet.jar' height='387' width='482'&gt;&lt;param name='project' value='../../static/projects/scordova188/1423862.sb'&gt;&lt;/applet&gt; &lt;a href='http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/scordova188/1423862'&gt;Learn more about this project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-1846745160387233741?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/1846745160387233741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=1846745160387233741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1846745160387233741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1846745160387233741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-maze_19.html' title='My Maze'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-8946309389190353018</id><published>2010-10-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:58:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In L.A. Part 2</title><content type='html'>I think that forever 21 is the blame because the should know where the clothes they pay for are made from and I just slapped away the case like they really don't care. If no immigrant people worked for sweat shops they would run out of business. You think that a person who went to school and got a degree they would be willing to work for three dollars per hour! Nope they would have no one to make anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-8946309389190353018?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/8946309389190353018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=8946309389190353018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8946309389190353018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8946309389190353018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-in-la-part-2.html' title='Made In L.A. Part 2'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-6983400453559690882</id><published>2010-10-22T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:23:59.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In L.A Part 1</title><content type='html'>1. How is the life of sweatshop workers in L.A. the same as those in Indonesia?  How is it different?&lt;br /&gt;I think its different because living conditions are a little bit better than in Indonesia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is it that poor immigrants (newcomers) end up working at sweatshops?  Why don’t they work as lawyers or doctors or at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;  Immigrants end up working  at sweat shops because they don't have any citizenship papers and most jobs require those papers so the job that doesn't require and papers and no experience is sweat shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Predict what’s going to happen by the end of this movie&lt;br /&gt;I think that at the end of this movie all the workers for Forever 21 Will have made a difference in working together and not being afraid that they would be deported or go to jail. Showing other immigrants in the same position that they shouldn't be afraid that they have a voice and can speak up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-6983400453559690882?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/6983400453559690882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=6983400453559690882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6983400453559690882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6983400453559690882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-in-la.html' title='Made In L.A Part 1'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-2067576132611214130</id><published>2010-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:42:53.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behing The Swoosh Part 1</title><content type='html'>1.  What does it mean to “make a decent living”?  What should you be able to afford to buy?&lt;br /&gt;You should be able to afford clothes,sneaker, going to the hospital, and basic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Where do your sneakers come from?  Who makes them?&lt;br /&gt;I think sneaker are made in a factory somewhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  What is a sweatshop (take a guess, even if you have no idea)?&lt;br /&gt;I think a sweat shop is a place where children have to work as child labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-2067576132611214130?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/2067576132611214130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=2067576132611214130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2067576132611214130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2067576132611214130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/10/behing-swoosh-part-1.html' title='Behing The Swoosh Part 1'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-9149098475428220909</id><published>2010-10-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:38:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aqarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;applet id='ProjectApplet' style='display:block' code='ScratchApplet' codebase='http://scratch.mit.edu/static/misc' archive='ScratchApplet.jar' height='387' width='482'&gt;&lt;param name='project' value='../../static/projects/scordova188/1339178.sb'&gt;&lt;/applet&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/TBZOcASCxmI/AAAAAAAAABk/kWezVkI9qDQ/s320/Picture+51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482655839389140578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien: Hello Earthling.  Thank you for conversing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: Your welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:  May I ask you a few questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You:  Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien: I have never been to earth before, can you tell me a little bit about it?  What are some beautiful and interesting places I should visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: Earth is a very interesting planet. You can visit so many places like the zoo, parks, the statue of liberty, it really is fascinating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You:  What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; planet like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:My planet is covered in snow but if you go to the other side it's all covered in lava. It's a really wonderful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:  You humans seem like you’re very angry with each other.  I watched people walk down the street and most people didn’t even look at each other!  Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: On earth we don't to people we don't know. Sometimes we may smile but that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You:  What’s it like on your planet when you walk around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien: Oh everybody knows everybody on my planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:  Why does your home country go to war with other countries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: My home country went to war because we fight for what we believe in. We don't let people stomp on us without a reason. If they want something from us they have to go through all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:  It seems to me that what you call “marshmallows” are the best thing to eat on your planet.  Why do you not eat these every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: We don't eat it everyday because marshmallows cost money and some of us don't have that money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You:  What do you eat on your planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien: We eat raw lava rocks and live two headed snow snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alien:  It seems to me that you do not treat earth very well.  I see people throwing their trash on the ground, cutting down forests, and burning dirty coal to make electricity.  Why do humans not care about earth? Is anyone doing anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You: Some people are ignorant and don't seem to care. Some people are trying to reduce, reuse, and recycle. 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I'd do all the crazy stuff I could think of like ski dive or climb MT. Everest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 18px;"&gt;                                                                                                                              - Denaya Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; 2. I would say goodbye to everybody I know, Give all my money to animal rescues, Go and eat everything that I have never tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 18px;"&gt;                                                                        -Amber Givens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. I would live to the fullest and do everything I haven't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-size: 18px;"&gt;                                                                                                         -Desiree Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-size: 18px;"&gt;4.  I would jet ski and spend my time with my wife and Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-size: 18px;"&gt;                                                                                                    -Mr. Lahanah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. I would say goodbye to my family and go on King Da Ka and jump of it at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 18px;"&gt;                                                                                                                                     -Shakira Cordova &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-1198658108290903440?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/1198658108290903440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=1198658108290903440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1198658108290903440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1198658108290903440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today Was Your Last Day....'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-290540908018891017</id><published>2010-04-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:43:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewing Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  1-  What information and images are OK to post? What’s not OK to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; I think that the pictures shouldn't  posted are pictures that will make you regret posting them for everybody to see. Also pictures like naked pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;pictures that I think are happy moments, like your family or things you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;2- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever posted something online that embarrassed you or got you into trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have never posted anything that could embarrassed me online. Because I think that if you wouldn't do it in real life you shouldn't do it online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;3- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is there any way to guarantee complete privacy when you post things online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;   I think that there isn't any way to have complete privacy online because the makers of the website see everything you post. So it isn't private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;4- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How might things you post online affect your future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I think that what you post affect your future by for example because people tell think before you do something like post naked pictures. Sure years will pass but that will always be a part of your life and that will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-290540908018891017?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/290540908018891017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=290540908018891017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/290540908018891017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/290540908018891017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/04/interviewing-nicole.html' title='Interviewing Nicole'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-8051784949766716012</id><published>2010-03-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:29:50.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitbull Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS7tO4we_LA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS7tO4we_LA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Pitbull fighting is wrong. These dogs don't deserve to live such a horrible life. They are just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;any other dog with a bad history. Pitbulls are looked on as monsters but who are the monsters here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;the dogs or the dog fighters? think about that. Dogs are like children. The way you raise them is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;way they act. Many people own pitbulls and they act like any other dogs. To have a dog you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;need money or a fancy car. If you give him your heart he'll give you yours............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-8051784949766716012?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/8051784949766716012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=8051784949766716012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8051784949766716012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8051784949766716012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/03/pitbull-fighting.html' title='Pitbull Fighting'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-3986714474301385231</id><published>2010-03-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:00:46.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings</title><content type='html'>  The most interesting parts of this documentary is when they showed all the piercings that people can get. It's shocking that people would pierce their bodies like that.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; the three reasons people pierce their bodies is because i think they feel they can express their way through changing their bodies. another reason is that people think that piercings are cool. Also think that some teens use it as a way to rebel against their parents.                                                   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I think that if a person that has a small sized earring that it won't say nothing about them but if they get those huge piercings i would think that they are crazy.                                                                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I do think they they are such things as too many piercings. A person that get piercing all over there bodies is wayyyyy to much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-3986714474301385231?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/3986714474301385231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=3986714474301385231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3986714474301385231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3986714474301385231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercings.html' title='Piercings'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-8787812935129571316</id><published>2010-01-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:18:37.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doña Bárbara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1e9sIXa_qI/AAAAAAAAABc/fQzEI5AmOUA/s1600-h/dona-barbara-libro3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429016441676037794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1e9sIXa_qI/AAAAAAAAABc/fQzEI5AmOUA/s320/dona-barbara-libro3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The story of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Doña Bárbara a very tragic story.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Doña Bárbara was  women with a terrifying past. At age Fifteen she fell in love with one of her dads employees. She never told her father so they snuck out at night. One night they were out by he fathers boat and 4 of his employees were drunk and shot the only man that she loved,But that's not all they also killed her father and kept his families riches. That night when she heard the gun shot she started to run but they were quick they caught up to her. They all grabbed her kicking and screaming. They tortured her they whipped her, ripped up her clothes and all four of them raped her and kept all her dads money. In the morning she woke up and thought it was all a dream but then she saw all the men that raped her spread around her drunk but then another one of her dads employees "Bruja" The called her. She took Barbara in and Cured all of her cuts but the damage was done inside. Barbara wouldn't eat or speak for months. After she was cured She became la Deboradora de hombres. Every guy wanted her and she played with all of them but her heart was made of stone she hated everybody but then there came a Luzardo she toyed with him and she did all that at age 15. After being with him she got pregnant but she said that she could never love anyone or anything until she killed all four men that killed her. So when the baby was born she told her servant to dump her in the forest along with her father. The servant did as he was told but he couldn't leave that baby and her father alone in the depths of the forest. After 15 years came another Luzardo. Santos Luzardo came to the town to recover his fathers land. He grew up a lawyer. When he got there all he could hear was story's about Doña Barbara. After a while of being there he found out his father's best friend was in the forest. He goes to find him but a lot of things have changed. He finds his uncle passed out drunk and then finds Marsiella a fifteen year old little girl scared and was all dirty. She couldn't even speak right. She told him that her mother was La Doña. Santos helps her by getting her clean but after a while he starts to fall in love with her but then starts to fall in love with her mother. So the fight starts. Mother against Daughter. Find out who wins in Doña Barbara................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4685394078981912069-8787812935129571316?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/8787812935129571316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=8787812935129571316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8787812935129571316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8787812935129571316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/01/dona-barbara.html' title='Doña Bárbara'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1e9sIXa_qI/AAAAAAAAABc/fQzEI5AmOUA/s72-c/dona-barbara-libro3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-2396410790471623215</id><published>2010-01-20T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:38:52.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1cOtZJRPfI/AAAAAAAAABM/ioehLlS2MIo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428824048825089522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1cOtZJRPfI/AAAAAAAAABM/ioehLlS2MIo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sitting her closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look across the room and see the noose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the matter no one will miss me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a few steps I'm gone. Away from the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get up and cross the room and climb the chair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Come on do it no turning back now" I tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;put my neck through the loop. I close me eyes and jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No air in my lungs too late to turn back. 5.......4.......3........2.........1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-2396410790471623215?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/2396410790471623215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=2396410790471623215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2396410790471623215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2396410790471623215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2010/01/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1cOtZJRPfI/AAAAAAAAABM/ioehLlS2MIo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-221683240575758809</id><published>2009-12-21T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:46:55.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Green Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Sy-kwMS2b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/XLYFSpL0VRg/s1600-h/solar+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Sy-kwMS2b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/XLYFSpL0VRg/s320/solar+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417730024590962578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Sy-kwMS2b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/XLYFSpL0VRg/s1600-h/solar+house.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his is my google sketch up design of a greener planet. I have the solar panel on my roof and the wind turbine on my garage. I also have the McFuel and my pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-221683240575758809?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/221683240575758809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=221683240575758809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/221683240575758809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/221683240575758809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='A Green Planet'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Sy-kwMS2b5I/AAAAAAAAABE/XLYFSpL0VRg/s72-c/solar+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-2660084298367508858</id><published>2009-11-09T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:20:23.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The manning Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1ezULOVb8I/AAAAAAAAABU/JT04sctzL_I/s1600-h/%257B61E3C84E-EA39-42C8-80C5-CB495D63B8B8%257DImg100%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429005035010092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1ezULOVb8I/AAAAAAAAABU/JT04sctzL_I/s320/%257B61E3C84E-EA39-42C8-80C5-CB495D63B8B8%257DImg100%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          In the book the manning sisters there are two story's about two sisters and two cowboys.  In The Cowboy's Lady Taylor Manning accepts a teaching job at cougar point but the really reason she goes there is for a fresh new start and to mend a broken heart. Until she meets Russ Palmer a stubborn and very opinionated,handsome man. Soon she starts to feel an attraction to this stubborn rancher but everything about them is wrong. She is a city girl and he is a farm boy total opposites but then they start to question. Do opposites really attract? find out in The Cowboy's Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In The Sheriff Takes A Wife,Christy Manning comes from Seattle to visit her sister,Taylor, but find herself interested in Cody Franklin the towns sheriff. Cody is also interested in Christy but later Cody fins out a little secret. Back home Christy is engaged to James Wilkens. Can Christy and Cody make it through all the struggles they face? find out more in The Sheriff Takes A Lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-2660084298367508858?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/2660084298367508858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=2660084298367508858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2660084298367508858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/2660084298367508858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/11/manning-sisters.html' title='The manning Sisters'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/S1ezULOVb8I/AAAAAAAAABU/JT04sctzL_I/s72-c/%257B61E3C84E-EA39-42C8-80C5-CB495D63B8B8%257DImg100%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-3662566802184005599</id><published>2009-11-09T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:34:55.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The house of night series</title><content type='html'>Zoey's best friend Stevie Rae has just died.It's her birthday and she can't even be happy. With all the hate cards her family keeps on sending her, her boyfriends, and finding out her mentor/ best friend is an evil, manipulative, backstabber. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the most of her problems revolve around...boys. She's in love with Erik her fledgling boyfriend, she's intrigued by Loren Blake her poetry mentor, And is imprinted with her ex-boyfriend Hath who unlike her is human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Zoey keeps secrets from her friends for they're own good they all turn their backs on her. When she cheats on Erik with Loren and imprints with him she loses both  Heath And Erik, and Loses Loren Forever.With everyone against her will her own sworn enemies be her salvation...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Zoey's had it up to here with boys what happens?...more boy drama seems to pop out of the earth. Well this is what literally happens when Kalona an ancient fallen angel rises from the depths of the earth after Stevie Rae a new and improved red vampyre gets shot with an arrow by the cute archer Stark a newly turned red fledgling. but falls in love with all four guys how will she go on without hurting anyone she love. Will Nyx help her defeat the darkness that has taken over the house of night or shall everyone be doomed to a darker fate worse that her own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dare to enter the House Of Night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://2B46D69E-CCD0-4DCB-91B3-7E29A065DF6F/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://3DABE436-6B87-4BDA-9C3C-01DD015DB38F/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://45193FEC-2895-4A27-84D5-CE3E4F25B62F/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://FC4A12DC-5012-4DFB-882E-DDCDD804A6ED/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://4F5E2B22-5E2A-472D-88BE-09E074F794D9/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://0DBAF520-711B-45AC-92D9-BA731B2E5C83/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-3662566802184005599?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/3662566802184005599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=3662566802184005599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3662566802184005599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3662566802184005599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/11/house-of-night-series.html' title='The house of night series'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-4568254350671837212</id><published>2009-11-02T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:30:58.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Of NIght Series- Marked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://osterhoutteens.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/marked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://osterhoutteens.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/marked.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Zoey Redbird has just been marked. She is now a vampyer but not any kind of vampyer she discovers that her goddess Nyx has granted her with the affinty for all the five element-fire,water,earth,wind,and spirt. Zoey is the only fledging that has ever been granted plus has her mark filled in almost two days. She discover that there is a dark force threatening the house of night.With the help of her new friends and new boyfriend(Erik Night) She might just save the house of night but what if the dark force might just be an evil Ex-girlfriend. Dare to enter the house of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-4568254350671837212?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/4568254350671837212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=4568254350671837212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/4568254350671837212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/4568254350671837212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/11/house-of-night-series-marked.html' title='House Of NIght Series- Marked'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-7503670209518536106</id><published>2009-10-04T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:52:33.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:436357" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26id%3D1621379%26vid%3D436357%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A436357%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A436357" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/trailer_park/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Movie Trailers&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Srd2HymrpCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/62QIWbV8_78/s320/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383901755759895586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Love is like sand &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;It's soft, nice and beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;It's pure &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;It's like gazing at the sunset with the love of your heart &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;But if your not careful it might just slip threw you fingers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-4316593379958326339?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/4316593379958326339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=4316593379958326339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/4316593379958326339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/4316593379958326339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-like-sand.html' title='~Love is like Sand~'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-dN5z1b3xk/Srd2HymrpCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/62QIWbV8_78/s72-c/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-1065398381275095588</id><published>2009-09-18T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:32:29.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=]My Summer[=</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=dc7rdvmq_0chp2rxf2" frameborder="0" width="410" height="342"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-1065398381275095588?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/1065398381275095588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=1065398381275095588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1065398381275095588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/1065398381275095588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-summer.html' title='=]My Summer[='/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-717643750864716541</id><published>2009-06-12T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:08:04.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life as a framer</title><content type='html'>in the game3rd world farmer is so fun.  You play like as if your a farmer and you have your own family. You have to take care of each of them. the more family you the harder you need to work but you could make them work for you. it's like a real family. the more family you have the more bills and work. you have mantain a family. To do well in this game you hsould plant thing all over the place and accept any jobs they give you. you can all try 3rd world farmer at techbrarian.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-717643750864716541?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/717643750864716541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=717643750864716541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/717643750864716541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/717643750864716541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-as-framer.html' title='life as a framer'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-6945958720271491347</id><published>2009-02-09T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:01:41.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that the consumers don't have a right to sue McDonald's because if the consumers don't want to gain weight they can just walk right past McDonald. It's not like McDonald's is shoving the food down there throats. McDonald's dosen't  only have foods that make yo fat they also have salads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-6945958720271491347?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/6945958720271491347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=6945958720271491347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6945958720271491347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6945958720271491347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and its going to be had for especially because his wife only eats vegetables  and no dairy products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-7924611947894635601?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/7924611947894635601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=7924611947894635601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7924611947894635601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7924611947894635601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/01/mikee-ds.html' title='Mikee D&apos;s'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-7084395502850404651</id><published>2009-01-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:05:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obmama Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7084395502850404651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2009/01/obmama-speech.html' title='Obmama Speech'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-7228307804282412304</id><published>2008-12-22T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:14:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIMAL CRUELTY</title><content type='html'>Animal cruelty is wrong because your making a innocent animal suffer and go through pain they don't deserve it. One way we can stop animal cruelty is if you can't take care on an animal you shouldn't get one because dogs are like babies if you don't have time for it or give it love that baby is gonna suffer. People sometimes confuse punishing an animal and abusing an animal. Punishing an animal is taking something away but abusing an animal is hitting an animal and letting it starve making an animal suffer is animal cruelty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-7228307804282412304?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/7228307804282412304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=7228307804282412304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7228307804282412304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/7228307804282412304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty.html' title='ANIMAL CRUELTY'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-6687714667135605472</id><published>2008-10-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:58:10.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>child labor</title><content type='html'>dear journal,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a child in the US I am a part of child labor i work on farms for tortuous hours. I spend my day picking crops I have to work and i can't play. My parents forced me into child labor. Where I live is the only country  in the US were child labor is allowed. i can't go to school  work to bring food for my family. I spend all day in the blazing sun and I have to move from country to country while i'm away I miss my family .I wish I could go to school and I know one day I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-6687714667135605472?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/6687714667135605472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=6687714667135605472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6687714667135605472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6687714667135605472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-labor.html' title='child labor'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-764469099768383211</id><published>2008-10-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:10:36.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chlidern Gold Mine In Africa</title><content type='html'>Kailo by Julien Harneis." title="" width="500" height="333" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a gold digger in Africa I look for gold in gold mines  I work for horrendous hours and I still have barley money to feed me and my family. I live with my mom and i have no father because my dad died and every day I go to where they buried him to give me strength   to help my family and take care of my brothers and sisters. I know that I will not always be there for my brothers and sisters but before I do I want to make sure that my brother and sisters will have better life than I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-764469099768383211?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/764469099768383211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=764469099768383211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/764469099768383211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/764469099768383211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/10/chlidern-gold-mine-in-africa.html' title='Chlidern Gold Mine In Africa'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-8177147928360675222</id><published>2008-10-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:22:31.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manu Chou "Bongo Bongo"</title><content type='html'>This song takes me to a jungle with big trees and a kid trying to look to become famous and trying to follow his parents foot steps to play music. I can hear drums and meracas  and piano.I like this song because I like the beats ans all the instruments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-8177147928360675222?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/8177147928360675222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=8177147928360675222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8177147928360675222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/8177147928360675222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/10/manu-chou-bongo-bongo.html' title='Manu Chou &quot;Bongo Bongo&quot;'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-3358677486779435295</id><published>2008-09-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:57:54.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lahana.edublogs.org/files/2007/10/sunset.jpg" alt="" width="503" height="388" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is something so beautiful upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;None can describe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;something so amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;life it self can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;its a rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;but soon it leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;but the feeling stays in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-3358677486779435295?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/3358677486779435295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=3358677486779435295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3358677486779435295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/3358677486779435295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-something-so-beautiful-upon-us.html' title=''/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685394078981912069.post-6304312247708092684</id><published>2008-09-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:13:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 random things about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2243/2107335383_75db920f10.jpg?v=0" alt="VANESSA HUDGENS by pigngo95." title="" width="380" height="460" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;                                                                               hi this is my first blog post ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I wanted you guys to know more about me&lt;33333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have one big brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am the only girl in the whole family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My favorite sport is soccer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.My favorite food is pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.My brother alway beats me at every thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.My favorite song is with you by chris brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.My favorite subject is writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.I love shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4685394078981912069-6304312247708092684?l=scordova188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/feeds/6304312247708092684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4685394078981912069&amp;postID=6304312247708092684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6304312247708092684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4685394078981912069/posts/default/6304312247708092684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scordova188.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-random-things-about-me.html' title='8 random things about me!'/><author><name>scordova188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777950490974260882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVeY7M5dgs/TarkQYyAzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAelnzn0x4o/s220/Picture%2B52.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
