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		<title>Memories&#8217;&#9829;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ All that matters is the good times, the besties, and the funny moments.  Ignore the tears, the frowns, the words that break your heart, and remember there’s always someone there for you because friends are like walls sometimes you have to lean on them and sometimes its just enough to know they’re there. Hugs, kisses, giggles, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2><span style="color: #ffffff"><span style="color: #ff00ff"> <span>All that matters is the good times, the besties, and the funny moments.  Ignore the tears, the frowns, the words that break your heart, and remember there’s always someone there for you because friends are like walls sometimes you have to lean on them and sometimes its just enough to know they’re there.</span> <span>Hugs, kisses, giggles, and smiles, late midnight calls, and cute photographs, we had so much fun this year it was the best of my life. I wish I was forever young so I can rewind back in time and re-live the days that made this year the best year so far.</span>  <span>We lived this year like we never lived another where the music was always good and our faces were always red from laughing.  So many bad things, stupid mistakes, and lots of regrets, but that didn’t ruin our fun; we kept our faces up high like if our noses were bleeding. </span><!-- Story ends here --></span></span></h2>
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<h2><span style="color: #0000ff">                                                 - iRok SkinnyZ                                                               </span></h2>
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		<title>Passage Picker&lt;3</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 20:58:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the job i had was &#8220;passage picker&#8221;.  My job was to pick parts of the chapter that I would like to read aloud to the group.  I need to choose a good part, important part, sad part, confusing part, funny part, etc. Example: Good Part &#8220;Then coming closer through the still summer night, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2><span style="color: #33cccc">One of the job i had was &#8220;passage picker&#8221;.  My job was to pick parts of the chapter that I would like to read aloud to the group.  I need to choose a good part, important part, sad part, confusing part, funny part, etc. </span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #00ffff">Example:</span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #00ffff">Good Part</span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #00ffff">&#8220;Then coming closer through the still summer night, the clatter of hoofs, the rumble of a coach, was a sickening, hair raising howl. . . the howling of a human wolf pack.  The corporal had not had time to get his tunic on, but he recognized the situation- another of his majesty&#8217;s loyal supporters  fleeing to Boston with the mob on at its heels.</span></h2>
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		<title>Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief &lt;3</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 06:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, a fantasy by Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson, Poseidon’s son has to prove his father innocent from taking Zeus’s lightning bolt, yet his true goal is to save his mother from the Underworld. When Echidna’s (Echidna – mother of all monsters) son Chimera, fire breathing, fabled monster [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><span style="color: #00ffff">In </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="color: #00ffff">Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief</span></span></span><span style="color: #00ffff">, a fantasy by Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson, Poseidon’s son has to prove his father innocent from taking Zeus’s lightning bolt, yet his true goal is to save his mother from the Underworld.</span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: #00ffff"><span style="color: #00ff00">When Echidna’s (Echidna – mother of all monsters) son Chimera, fire breathing, fabled monster made up of parts of various wild animal parts, attacks Percy, the only thing Percy wants is to protect the family and the ranger that are petrified in a corner.  This shows me that Percy isn’t self-centered and thinks about other people before himself.</span></span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: #00ffff">Then when Percy is falling, he asks his father for help.  I think that shows he believes in his father</span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: #00ff00">Also when he’s underwater he finds out he can breathe underwater and stay dry when he’s supposed to be wet, and when the messenger comes it sounds like his mother, so he is even more eager to go to the beach in Santa Monica</span></h3>
<h3><span style="color: #00ffff">I think every person finds that true power, that thing you’re great at; every person changes in one way or another.</span></h3>
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		<title>=] iRoking Winter Break</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[                             Christmas          &#8220;UGH&#8230;. not another writing assignment!&#8221; was what was going through my mind when my teacher assigned us an essay about our winter break; well I had the busiest winter &#8220;break&#8221; that&#8217;s a way to put it.  Anyways let&#8217;s start off the day of Christmas Eve, Dec. 24th.  I had to pack everything [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2><span style="color: #339966;">     <span style="color: #33cccc;">                        Christmas     </span></span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #33cccc;">     &#8220;UGH&#8230;. not another writing assignment!&#8221; was what was going through my mind when my teacher assigned us an essay about our winter break; well I had the busiest winter &#8220;break&#8221; that&#8217;s a way to put it.  Anyways let&#8217;s start off the day of Christmas Eve, Dec. 24th.  I had to pack everything from pajamas to on-the- go snacks;  we took off to pick up my mom from work.  The minute she hopped on the car, my dad asked if we had frogotten to pack anything, because this was the last chance to go back and get it.  Luckily we hadn&#8217;t forgotten anything, so we were on our way to Fresno[a 5 hour trip].  It had een about 1 hour and 30 minutes when my dadtold me to look out the window, Six Flags: Magic Mountain [an amusement park] was right in front of us. My little sister, a green eyed, golden hair  with blond highlights, slim,little 3 year old girl, started crying because she wanted to go to Six Flags, but my dad told her he was going to buy her, her own amusement park[ yeah right], that sure got her to be quiet.  The second time  I looked out the window was when was about 45 mins. later, and the mountains  were so beautiful they made me want to dash out ofthe car and relax under the shade of an enormous tree and watch the birds fly with the wind.  I didn&#8217;t fall asleep or anything I was just too busy eating hot cheetos[spicy chips], to look out the window.  We made a pit stop, to eat at Burger King[ a fast food hamburger restaurant]. after 1 hour my uncle called and gave my dad directions the rest of the way until we met him at a gas station. When we finally got to his house the first thing I did was say hi to everyone.  The house, well apartment, had two room, both very big and spacious; The walla were a peachish tan color and the Christmas tree was unique with golden and silver decorations and precious shinig lights. the kitchen was organized and the walls were made out of white tile detailed with brown paint that made it look antique. angainst the walls were cook books and spices of all kind.  My little cousin, a 3 year old, slim, brown eyed, girl with straight jet black hair that fell to her elbows, surprised me when she came towards me and gave me a squeeze [ a hug]. i carried her and ran around the house saying &#8220;They&#8217;re going to smash us!&#8221; which sounded more like &#8220;Deyre gonna mashush!&#8221; We ate Tamales for dinner &#8220;Tamale&#8221; is chicken or meat &amp; veggies inside soft dough calld &#8220;masa&#8221;.  We listened to music  and talked to each other the rest of the time until 12.  At </span><span style="color: #339966;"><span style="color: #33cccc;">12 sharp we wished each other Merry Christmas and we opened presents.  The next day we ate tamales[again] for breakfast and left after that. That&#8217;s where our Christmas ended</span>.  </span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #339966;">                  <span style="color: #99cc00;">                 New </span></span><span style="color: #99cc00;">Year&#8217;s</span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #99cc00;">New Year&#8217;s was boring the only thing we did was eat and listen to music. We ate fried chicken, salad, and pozole.  Pozole is a kind of soup made out of corn, meat, and vegetales. We ended the night eating 12 grapes.  Each grape stands for 1 month; for each month we wish something different[like happiness, love, or health].  So yeah, truly my winter break was full of love and funny moments, like my sister crying for Six Flags.</span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #99cc00;">                                    Please Comment,</span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #99cc00;">                                     iRok SkinnyZ</span></h2>
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		<title>pLeAsE r0cK mY pAgE!!!!</title>
		<link>http://alsul.edublogs.org/2009/12/15/please-r0ck-my-page/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 17:05:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What&#8217;s up?  The sky no duh.  I&#8217;m kidding.  Welcome to my blog page. I&#8217;m iRok SkinnyZ and I want to make you feel welcome here.   After you read this you can also read my &#8220;about&#8221; page and please comment.  When you comment ask me questions and tell me about yourself .  When someone comments on my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #00ffff;">What&#8217;s up?  The sky no duh.  I&#8217;m kidding.  Welcome to my blog page. I&#8217;m iRok SkinnyZ and I want to make you feel welcome here.   After you read this you can also read my &#8220;about&#8221; page and <span style="text-decoration: underline;">please</span> comment.  When you comment ask me questions and tell me about yourself .  When someone comments on my blog,I get so excited .  You can also answer these questions:  What do you do in your spare time?    Are you a boy or a girl?  How old are you?   Do you have a nickname? and What&#8217;s your favorite food?Thank you and please comment.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00ffff;">P.S. The  reason my name is iR0k SkinnyZ is beacause every day I wear skinny jeans.  I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn&#8217;t think I&#8217;m weird. =]</span></p>
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		<title>My Family&#8217;s Traditions</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[          Today  I am going to talk about  what  my  family does  on:  Thanksgiving,  Christmas,  New  Year, and on birthdays.           For instance, on birthdays we have parties with piñatas, chicken sandwiches, and a bunch of games.   Freeze Dance, Cookie face, Pop the Balloons, and Music Chairs are the games we play.  We get prizes [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>          Today  I am going to talk about  what  my  family does  on:  Thanksgiving,  Christmas,  New  Year, and on birthdays. </strong></p>
<p><strong>          For instance, on birthdays we have parties with piñatas, chicken sandwiches, and a bunch of games.   Freeze Dance, Cookie face, Pop the Balloons, and Music Chairs are the games we play.  We get prizes if we win.  The women make chicken sandwiches and get goodie bags after breaking the piñata. </strong></p>
<p><strong>          On Thanksgiving my mom makes turkey and salad. And all my family gets together in someone’s house.  We drink cider and we listen to music all night long.  </strong></p>
<p><strong>          Christmas is a great at my house. My family makes a big BBQ. The day after I am the first one to wake up and open my presents. New Years is practically the same as Christmas. </strong></p>
<p><strong>          So that’s what my family does throughout the year every  year.</strong></p>
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		<title>Comments from Mrs. Gillum</title>
		<link>http://alsul.edublogs.org/2009/11/06/comments-from-mrs-gillum/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:59:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi Mrs. Gillum thanks for helping us in  our blogs.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Mrs. Gillum thanks for helping us in  our blogs.</p>
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