<?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-2538112331993941728</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:57:06.215-07:00</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://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-1945868564594720409</id><published>2010-06-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:16:34.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>war simulations</title><content type='html'>1. What are 3 advantages of having war simulations?&lt;br /&gt;it helps a solider know what will happen in real combat good or bad. It teaches them what to hit and what not to hit.  it also prevents helps captains or commanders learn how to command their squad better. Also no one gets hurt and you don't have to go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What do you think this technology will look like in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;I think in 10 years their will be just 1 room and when you enter it it'll be like your fighting the enemy in real life and it will look extremly realistic. It'll make it feel like your going through mountains and forest and swiming through oceans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-1945868564594720409?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/1945868564594720409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=1945868564594720409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1945868564594720409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1945868564594720409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/06/1.html' title='war simulations'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5333300455044731859</id><published>2010-06-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:28:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled water ban</title><content type='html'>1) Is bottled water cleaner and tastier than tap? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;no because bottled water is just tap water in plastic bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)  How is bottled water made?  Where does it go after you throw the bottle away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it goes to land fills where they will be for many years to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) What can you do to help solve the bottled water problem?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tell people the truth about bottled water and show them why tap is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5333300455044731859?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5333300455044731859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5333300455044731859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5333300455044731859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5333300455044731859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-is-bottled-water-cleaner-and-tastier.html' title='Bottled water ban'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6959869885976123047</id><published>2010-05-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:31:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Be a Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm at a new school. Its name is “The &lt;span class="entry"&gt;Tristan&lt;/span&gt; School for Rock Stars.” The courses here are &lt;span class="entry"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;My first assignment is to learn to play the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;drums&lt;/span&gt; and sing like a rock star. To be a good rock star, I'm supposed to &lt;span class="entry"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; around a lot, to &lt;span class="entry"&gt;runing&lt;/span&gt; across the stage, and to &lt;span class="entry"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt; at the audience. I did not act like that at my old school, so I think I'll have to work on it for a while; this will be interesting homework. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My second assignment is to learn to have an entourage, which is a group of people that always seems to follow around a rock star. I have a lot of friends, but for this assignment I suddenly have &lt;span class="entry"&gt;12345&lt;/span&gt; people following me around, telling me how &lt;span class="entry"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; I am, how they really like my &lt;span class="entry"&gt;jacket&lt;/span&gt;, and how I am the most &lt;span class="entry"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; person ever. I can't be sure, but I think they are just saying that. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;My final assignment is to put on a rock concert. I have to arrive in a(n) &lt;span class="entry"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; and walk the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; carpet, past all the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt; fans with cameras flashing in my face. Then, when I get inside, my entourage will be there and I will &lt;span class="entry"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; with them to the stage. Next, I'll perform &lt;span class="entry"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; songs, all while &lt;span class="entry"&gt;punching&lt;/span&gt; across the stage, singing, and &lt;span class="entry"&gt;kicking&lt;/span&gt; at the audience. This will be the toughest final exam I've ever had, and the one I'll never forget! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6959869885976123047?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6959869885976123047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6959869885976123047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6959869885976123047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6959869885976123047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/05/learn-to-be-rock-star.html' title='Learn to Be a Rock Star'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6085853254930395555</id><published>2010-04-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:02:37.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My iron man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S9XIk6YujbI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlWPzYrFv9g/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+1.08.05+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464494259357781426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S9XIk6YujbI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlWPzYrFv9g/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+1.08.05+PM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just some one i invented cuz well i was a little bored i call him my personal iron man i hope u like how he looks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6085853254930395555?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6085853254930395555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6085853254930395555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6085853254930395555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6085853254930395555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-just-some-one-i-invented-cuz.html' title='My iron man'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S9XIk6YujbI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlWPzYrFv9g/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+1.08.05+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3519109113154865251</id><published>2010-04-13T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:55:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interveiw joel about proflie penalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;-What information and images are OK to post? What’s not OK to post? i dont know how to explain it so just don't so nasty stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Have you ever posted something online that embarrassed you or got you into trouble? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Is there any way to guarantee complete privacy when you post things online? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-How might things you post online affect your future? yup because a lot of important people look at your profile and they might not be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3519109113154865251?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3519109113154865251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3519109113154865251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3519109113154865251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3519109113154865251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/04/interveiw-joel-about-proflie-penalty.html' title='interveiw joel about proflie penalty'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6063866193602898936</id><published>2010-04-09T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:22:49.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence/noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a) Are you someone who normally listens to music while studying?  Why or why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do some times because some music that I listen to really helps i don't know why but he just helps me understands things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;b) During the &lt;strong&gt;Techbrarian Distraction Test&lt;/strong&gt; was there any type of music that distracted you more than others?  If so, explain why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would say the raping was  the hardest for me cause it was very loud and hard to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; c) How do you think you would have done on the test if there were &lt;strong&gt;math problems&lt;/strong&gt; instead of a story?  &lt;br /&gt;I think listening to music only helps me when i am reading  a story or study not with math cause math is kinda hard for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6063866193602898936?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6063866193602898936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6063866193602898936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6063866193602898936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6063866193602898936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/04/silencenoise.html' title='silence/noise'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3734602895075442629</id><published>2010-04-02T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:51:14.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;my story&lt;br /&gt;The day was February 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; the day had been long and hard and exhausting. I started to walk out the gym I go to the gym twice a day. As I walked out the gym I saw Ben my best friend coming out from the store next to the gym. "Hey doing your daily gym time?" he said to me as I walked to him "yea I need to stay fit if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; be a boxer 1 day" I replied. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cmon&lt;/span&gt; follow me I wanna show you something you might like" he said as he walked away "OK" I said as i followed him/ Ben basically was my best friend ever since I got into high school he helped me big one time when I got into a fight with three guys cause they were talking about my mom. He was the only one to help me. Since then we've been best friends always watching each others backs. I followed him down the street then I turned the corner and four blocks down "where are we going?" I asked after walking four blocks "were here" he said with a smile. He stopped and looked in front of the building I stopped and looked at it too. It was a building with a boxing ring and a coach waiting in it "no way!" I said with excitement "yea way" Ben said with a smile. My heart was racing day dream after day dream after day dream came into my head. We entered the ring together and was greeted by a man wearing a grey sweater aka the coach. "you must be the new guys" he said as he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shaked&lt;/span&gt; our hands . He was young probably &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bens&lt;/span&gt; age and his hand shake was strong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;firm sorta like a presidents. "Well now that you guys are here get suited up" he said to us as he handed us our boxer shorts and gloves. He also gave us mouth guards. We got suited up. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelt&lt;/span&gt; so energetic I finally looked like a boxer. We entered the ring and started on the basics. The way the coach taught us was very unusual. He would show us the basics by hitting us with them. Then he told us to do the basics on each other. He said it was to teach us to endure pain and believe it or not it actually worked we actually got used to the pain. Unfortunately the day ended we left the building and said our goodbyes to the coach. "Well I have to go home or else my cousins will kill each other" Ben said soon after the coach left. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; OK &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt; later man" I replied as he started to walk away. "You be careful OK" he said waving goodbye "OK" I said walking away. Now I know what YOUR thinking normally that's what a dad says or mom. Unfortunately for me I had no mom and my dad was well......a bum to put it basically. My mom died after i was born and after that day my dad decided not to do work anymore. All he ever does is look at pictures of my mom and sit and watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I can understand hes lost some one dear to him but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; no reason to take it out on me!!!. Also he drinks A LOT he thinks he can hide it from me but i see when he sneaks out the house and the way he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beated&lt;/span&gt; me when i was a little kid. So yea i would feel bad for my dad if he wasn't so MEAN and he actually did work for once!!!. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; enough about my dad its time for me to get back to my story. I started heading home as i walked all i could think about was boxing day dreams like me wining the championship or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; like that. I keep my head high in the air.....which probably wasn't the best idea cause then i bumped into some one by accident. As i got back up i reached out my hand to help her up "sorry about that" the stranger took my hand and got up. "Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;" i could then tell it was a girl by the sound of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;. She looked at me and smiled and oh my god was she beautiful!!!!. She had long black her and the way she stared at me with them beautiful blue eyes gave me a sudden warm feeling in my heart. For a moment i was speechless staring at her beauty but a few seconds later i was able to talk again "again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really sorry i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; watched where i was going" i said still staring at her as if she was a goddess. "Its alright &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; bumping into people all the time anyway" she said giggling a bit. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; whats your name?" she said me with that angel voice of hers and first i was stammering a bit cause well with a girl that beautiful of course your gonna be nervous and don't you read this and say "well i wouldn't be nervous" cause i know for a fact that if you saw her no matter how tough or bad you would've stammered to!!. "um...well my names Carlos luis" i said blushing a little. "cool my names maria nice to meet you Carlos" all i could think at this moment was THANK YOU GOD!!!. Then we started walking with each other we didn't know where but i think at that moment we didn't really care. We walked all around the city talking,laughing and smiling at each other a lot. She seemed like the greatest person i ever met we both had a lot in common to. We both liked rock music we both like nice funny people, we also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perfered&lt;/span&gt; nature to city and most important we both agreed that if we liked some one we wouldn't care about what they looked like or mistakes they may have made in the past we agreed we would like then for who they are and for what their doing now it was kinda funny talking about liking people cause i think we were starting to like our self's. "We'll i have to go or else my brother and mom will get mad" she said sounding a little sad. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; alright" i said smiling at her trying to make her a little happier. "can you walk me home?" she said blushing a little bit "sure" i said smiling even more. I then started walking her home when we finally got to her apartment door she stopped me. "Something wrong?" i asked her confused "no its not that" she said for some reason looking and blushing a lot. "Then whats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wron&lt;/span&gt;-" suddenly before i could finished she kissed me. For a while i was extremely surprised but a few seconds later while she was still kissing me i thought in my head "WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE KISS HER!!!!" then i started to kiss back. About two minutes later she stopped. She started to blush a lot i could see that was either her first kiss or one of them. I hugged her and i felt her hug back then she looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back "well bye i can't wait to see you tomorrow" she said walking into the building still looking at me smiling "same" i said smiling back starting on my way home. As I walked back home all I could think about was maria her long black hair her soft lips and beautiful eyes. I walked into the building and went in the door. My father like always was siting in the chair watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; doing nothing. "Where you been" he asked me still looking at the TV . "I was just with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; alright" i said not looking at him "what are you in love with that guy? hang with some one new!" he said harshly i could tell he was a little drunk. "Leave me alone" i said walking into my room. I put all my stuff away and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; down on my bed still thinking about maria. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Befor&lt;/span&gt; i knew it i was fast asleep dreaming about her. The only thing that woke me up was my hungry. I got out the room and made myself something to eat having no mother to cook for you and a father who does nothing all day really teaches you how to cook. As i made myself something to eat i could hear my father snoring and his stomach growling. And well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not totally bad or evil so i made him something to eat and left it next to him. I ate my food then fell asleep again. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alram&lt;/span&gt; woke me up next morning after i woke up ate breakfast and got dressed i headed out and started on my way to the gym. I meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; there waiting for me. "What took you so long?" he asked me as i approached him "sorry man i was busy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yesturday&lt;/span&gt; and i got home late" "what you mean by busy" he asked me laughing a bit. I decided since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; was my best friend ever i could tell him anything so i told him everything that happened. I told him about how i met maria and how i couldn't stop thinking bout her. "Wow man when did you become a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ladys&lt;/span&gt; man? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; shut up man" i said punching him in the arm. "Are you to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ladys&lt;/span&gt; done so we can start?" the coach said coming up to us "yea we ready" we both said as we got ready and started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pratcing&lt;/span&gt;. Then when we were taking a break i looked at the entrance and i couldn't believe who i saw it was my worst enemy ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whow&lt;/span&gt; i told you how i got into a fight cause some one was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; bout my mom well now you know who was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; bout my mom and if you don't know it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt;. Back in school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; was the bully he picked on everyone even the cool kids and no one ever did anything for years i hoped some one would stop him but no one ever did. "Whats he doing here?" i asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; a little angry "don't know and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not sure if i care just try to not let him get to you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; man" he said to me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pating&lt;/span&gt; my back "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try" i said calming down. But things just got worse as he came straight up to me. "Well well well look who it is if it isn't little puny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carlos&lt;/span&gt;" he said to me i didn't say anything back. "Whats the matter puny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carlos&lt;/span&gt; cat got your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tounge&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somthin&lt;/span&gt;?" "just leave me alone alright" I said walking away. "I bet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the same thing your mom would say" he shouted at me i turned around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;immedetly&lt;/span&gt;. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOM!!!" I yelled at him "OH YEA WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT" I went closer to him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geting&lt;/span&gt; ready to just punch him but just then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steped&lt;/span&gt; in and broke us up. "Hey this is a gym not a fighting arena alright" he said to both of us "whatever your wasting my time anyway" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; said walking to his little corner with his punching bag. I walked into the ring angry and ready to fight "calm down man its over" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pating&lt;/span&gt; my back. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pratice&lt;/span&gt; i started on my way home hood on looking at the ground. I looked up and i saw maria in the corner looking like she was looking for me. We started walking to my house together and she made my day all better making me happy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forgeting&lt;/span&gt; all about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt;. When we got to the front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;builing&lt;/span&gt; we started saying our goodbye. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awwww&lt;/span&gt; why does the day have to end" she said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huging&lt;/span&gt; me tight " i know right it sucks" i said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huging&lt;/span&gt; her back. Just then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; who was walking all around the place saw us just when we started kissing. "MARIA!!!" he yelled she looked at him then backed away from me a little bit then he looked at me angry. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING KISSING MY SISTER?!!?" he screamed at me then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when i got angry "OK ONE I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS YOUR SISTER AND TWO SHUT UP!!" then he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grabed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marias&lt;/span&gt; hand started taking her away but it wasn't like i was just gonna let him take her away from me so i took her other hand. "stop please!" maria said then we both let go. She came up to me and gave me a kiss "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tommorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;" she whispered in my ear" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;" i whisper back "love you" "love you too" then her and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; started walking away. As i went up the stairs and into the room all I think was how came some one as great as maria be related to a guy like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt;. When i entered the room i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slamed&lt;/span&gt; the door. "Whats got you so mad?" my father asked me "not now alright" i said heading straight for my room. After that everything just went normal of course i made the dinner then i decided to walk around with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;. I put on my jacket and pants then headed outside. I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; at the park across from my building we started walking and talking when suddenly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; came up. "What do you want" i said to him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geting&lt;/span&gt; a little angry. Suddenly he pulled out a pistol i could see this was gonna end in some one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geting&lt;/span&gt; hurt. "Now look you my sister means everything to me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not gonna let you hurt her like all her boyfriends have!!" he said pointing the pistol at us. "Look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; i know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we'v&lt;/span&gt; had our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diffrence&lt;/span&gt; in the past but i swear i would never do anything to try and hurt your sister" i said trying to step &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foward&lt;/span&gt; a bit "SHUT UP YOU &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LIER&lt;/span&gt;!!" he said shaking the gun at me then i back up back to where i was. "All of my sisters boyfriends didn't like my sister for who she want but what she looked like!!" he said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geting&lt;/span&gt; more and more angry suddenly a crowd was starting as people wondered what was going on. "Look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; i promise you i would never try to hurt her! i love her!" i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; to convince him but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; refused to listen. Seeing this was going no where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_95" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; to take the gun from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_96" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; he tackled him as he was falling to the ground &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_97" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; shot the gun and hit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_98" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; in the leg. "BEN!!" i yelled then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_99" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; got back up but forgot to pick up the gun after looking at my best friend on the floor bleeding i punched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; in the face without thinking. Then he did a left hook on my rib then i hit him in the face with an uppercut after that he punched me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;staight&lt;/span&gt; in my face then i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slamed&lt;/span&gt; him to the ground. Then we both started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiting&lt;/span&gt; each other in the chest and ribs. Then i decided to get back on my feet after i did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; got straight up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grabed&lt;/span&gt; my head. I hit him in the ribs while he hit my back then i broke out of his head lock and hit him two times in the face then he gave me a hard uppercut to the face. We backed away from each for a sec then at the same time we punched each in the face. After that my head was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spining&lt;/span&gt; and we were both still standing i got on my knees and he came up to me with the gun to my face. But just when it seemed he was gonna shot he fell to the ground bleeding. I turned my head all i saw was people gasping then i saw maria checking on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; then me. "Are you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?" she asked all of us only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; was able to answer her then she took out her phone and called 911. Then everything went black and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelt&lt;/span&gt; my body hit the hard ground. I don't know how long it took my to wake up but eventually i did i opened my eyes and i saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; in a bed to my left and maria and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; siting next to me. "Hey" they both said to me "you took quite a beating you know that?" "yea i know". then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; went to go get the cast for his leg and maria went to the bathroom. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry" i looked to my left to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; say that "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry bout everything i just didn't want my sis to get hurt again you know?" he said looking back at me "yea i know don't worry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take good care of her" "i know u will your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diffrent&lt;/span&gt; than her past boyfriends" "thanks" "so we cool?" he said reaching out his hand "yea we cool" i said shaking it". Just then a my coach and the person who i never would've expected to visit me my dad came. "Hey kid" my coach said to me "hey" "i saw the whole fight you got skills kid maybe one day you will be a champion" "thanks coach" then the coach said goodbye and left. Then my dad sat next to me "son i need to talk to you" he said to me looking straight at my face. Then he told me how he was gonna be a better dad and how he was so sorry for everything that he did and how everyday he wished he could take it all back he said all this while crying. Then i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huged&lt;/span&gt; him crying a little bit myself he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huged&lt;/span&gt; back "you mother would've been proud of you son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure of it" he said holding my head. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_123" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my story after that day everything got a whole lot better me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_124" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; became new best friend my dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_125" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; drinking and started helping me with the house and starting caring about me true after that shot in his leg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_126" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; got paralyzed but he's still the best friend i ever had. About a year and a half later i asked maria to marry me and just like i hoped she said yes. Our wedding was fantastic and maria looked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_127" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful. After the marriage coach helped me become a pro boxer and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_128" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;belive&lt;/span&gt; or not i became the champ!!. Well now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_129" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the champ of boxing me and maria have two kids one boy one girl i still have m best friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_130" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; my new best friends coach and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_131" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jorge&lt;/span&gt; and my new loving caring dad. And trust me this is a life i would never want to change. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_132" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carlos luias&lt;/span&gt; and this is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_133" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stroy&lt;/span&gt; hoped you enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3734602895075442629?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3734602895075442629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3734602895075442629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3734602895075442629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3734602895075442629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/04/carlos-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6889078850242894566</id><published>2010-03-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:15:30.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remote control world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. How is fighting an enemy with predator drones &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; from fighting hand-to-hand combat?  How is it &lt;em&gt;similar&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i believe that its different because if your home at still killing other people and still be able to see your family it takes away the worry that you might not come back and its safer in hand to hand combat there's a really good possibility that you will die and never see your family. Its also simliar cause thenyour still killing people and at war.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Is fair to fight with predator drones when your enemy doesn’t have that technology?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that if they attacked us first then it is fair cause if they can catch us off guard why can't we catch them off guard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.  Would you be interested in flying predator drones for the military? Why or why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i would cause it seems like i wouldn't have to worry bout dieing and never seeing my family plus i think i would be better doing technology than hand to hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6889078850242894566?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6889078850242894566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6889078850242894566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6889078850242894566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6889078850242894566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/03/remote-control-world.html' title='remote control world'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-4258206156402958971</id><published>2010-03-05T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:34:31.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  What were the most interesting parts in this documentary?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think seeing what happens when piercings go to far was the interesting part cause it showed what happens when you get to many piercings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Name at least three reasons why people get pierces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i  guess 1 reason why people get piercings it to express themselfs another reason i guess is to look cool. Also a reason would be to be goth i guess since goth people are always wearing a lot of piercings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Do different pierces say different things about people?  For example, does having your ears pierced say something different then having an eyebrow ring?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't think so cause its still  a piercing no matter where it is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. is there such a thing as to many piercings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes  i think because there are people who have piercings all over there face and it looks really wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-4258206156402958971?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/4258206156402958971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=4258206156402958971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4258206156402958971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4258206156402958971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercings.html' title='Piercings'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6036715681231641913</id><published>2010-03-03T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:22:32.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game addction</title><content type='html'>1. Do you think its possibale to get addctied 2 gaming why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;yes cause games are very funny and fun to play and to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What happens in treatment centers for gaming addiction in south korea?&lt;br /&gt;students are giving counseling and can't use any type of technoldgy for 10 days or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were some diffrences you noticed between american culture and south korean culture?&lt;br /&gt;I think we are not as addctied to games as they are plus we didn't call game addtcion a disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6036715681231641913?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6036715681231641913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6036715681231641913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6036715681231641913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6036715681231641913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/03/game-addction.html' title='Game addction'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5935887690393900102</id><published>2010-02-25T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:58:20.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 person who is intresting in my family</title><content type='html'>1 person who is intresting in my family is my grandma. I would say its my grandma cause she keeps our family together. 1 thing thats great about my grandma is her cooking she cooks for everyone including the hoildays not to mention how tasty it is!. Another thing about my grandma is that she is very hard working she does the laundry and cleans plus shes only 67 years old with 14 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren and if i had to take care of that many people lord knows i wouldve quit already but my grandma hasn't quit which shows shes very confident and strong willed. She is also very caring she is always helping my family and everyone else. so yea 1 intresting person would defently be my grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5935887690393900102?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5935887690393900102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5935887690393900102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5935887690393900102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5935887690393900102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-person-who-is-intresting-in-my-family.html' title='1 person who is intresting in my family'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5106495105248649783</id><published>2010-02-24T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:34:21.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pe8KXOq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uEqZyRBfThw/s1600-h/Great+White+Shark+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pe8KXOq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uEqZyRBfThw/s320/Great+White+Shark+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447771086924983218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks are big,mean and most of all dangerous!!. There are many types of sharks like tiger shark,hammer head shark and the worst 1 the great white shark!!. The most dangerous shark is the great white hmmmm i guess thats y they call it the great white. The great white is so tough that he don't need 2 put up a fight 2 kill u all he or she has 2 do is bite u 1 more time and then a little after thats it your dead. Plus the great white is so huge it can eat u with 1 bite whole!. Im just happy that a great white don't really attack humans or else a lot of ppl would be in trouble!!. Also i guess you can call sharks night hunters too since they mostly hunt at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5106495105248649783?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5106495105248649783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5106495105248649783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5106495105248649783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5106495105248649783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/02/sharks.html' title='Sharks'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pe8KXOq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uEqZyRBfThw/s72-c/Great+White+Shark+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-9035690819113958245</id><published>2010-02-23T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:30:25.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pd_7SZV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/J-L3Fhy6e5A/s1600-h/world-of-warcraft-linch-king-wallpaper-lrg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pd_7SZV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/J-L3Fhy6e5A/s320/world-of-warcraft-linch-king-wallpaper-lrg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447770052086028274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 reason I guy some one would be addicted to games cause most of the time a person feels more loved or important in a game. For example lets say your a dork in high school no one likes you and you feel left out in most games your  important you have friends and people care about you which then makes the person feel better feel better bout his or her life and immediately makes them want to play more. Another example is say you lost everything in your life family,money,house is a game you have most of those things and more. Also say you feel like n one understands you and you feel alone you goto your online friends and then you feel like your not alone anymore. Another reason is say your not athletic or in other terms you think your not good at anything in a game you can do anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ways to tell your addicted to a game&lt;br /&gt;1.you play it for an extremely long time like a day or 2&lt;br /&gt;2. you talk about it all the time&lt;br /&gt;3. you don't eat,sleep or take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;4.you do nothing else but play the game&lt;br /&gt;5.you can only think about the game all day&lt;br /&gt;6. you feel tired almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;7. you feel confused about real things like marriage or the economy or school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-9035690819113958245?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/9035690819113958245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=9035690819113958245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/9035690819113958245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/9035690819113958245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-addiction.html' title='Game addiction'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pd_7SZV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/J-L3Fhy6e5A/s72-c/world-of-warcraft-linch-king-wallpaper-lrg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-301489633058905438</id><published>2010-02-22T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:10:30.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 memorable time in my life</title><content type='html'>1 of my most memorable moments in my life was when I first meet my two little brothers. At first I didn't know what to do cause i was always the youngest brother so i had no experience. I was really confused on what to do so i tryed doing what my older sister and brother did to me.....didn't work at all!!. Then i sorta spoiled them by trying to give them everything they wanted.....also didn't work!!!. Then i asked my dad and belive it or not him telling me what to do actually helped! after that i started paying video games with my brothers, watching tvv with them even playing football with them!. So yea meeting my brothers is probably 1 of the most memorable things that ever happen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-301489633058905438?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/301489633058905438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=301489633058905438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/301489633058905438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/301489633058905438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-memorable-time-in-my-life.html' title='1 memorable time in my life'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-4705279572740135090</id><published>2010-02-09T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:41:03.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exoskeleton my invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pggif_VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2_uU7yxzxEo/s1600-h/robo_ref_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pggif_VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2_uU7yxzxEo/s320/robo_ref_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772811391096306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my invention is an exoskeleton an exoskeleton is like a body armor that improves a humans ability's by 10 or at least 5 percent. The exo skeleton i think will make people a lot happyer cause then they would be stronger and faster and finish work faster without being as tired. The exoskeleton basically goes on your body and it immediately makes u stronger faster without making u strain yourself ands makes you less tired. It can help with sports, making food ,raising a family and doing work. The exoskeleton not only increases your body power but also your brain power. Which means the exoskeleton will also make you ten times smarter. And the last but not least part of the exoskeleton is a built in food and water supply. This feature is used only in case of emergency's in case some one ins starving or is lost in the woods deserts or mountains or in the middle of the sea. Also can't swim? don't worry the exoskeleton has a build in system that will immediately find the closest beach or any place that has land and will automatically take you there. Also are you scared to be alone in the woods? all u have to do is go in battle mood and your ready to fight anything don't know how to fight? don't worry the exoskeleton will then fight for you.That is my invention and who knows? maybe I'll add a jet pack to!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-4705279572740135090?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/4705279572740135090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=4705279572740135090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4705279572740135090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4705279572740135090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/02/exoskeleton-my-invention.html' title='exoskeleton my invention'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/S5pggif_VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2_uU7yxzxEo/s72-c/robo_ref_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8488970304659164039</id><published>2010-01-14T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:31:39.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyberbully</title><content type='html'>I personally  think thats mad wrong  and I feel sorry  for the parents. I think that after all that happen to the boy I would've stopped going on the computer or stop going on aim or whatever it is he went on. Also I would've ignored the bully's  and just keep going on with my life. Thats personally what I would've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8488970304659164039?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8488970304659164039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8488970304659164039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8488970304659164039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8488970304659164039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/01/cyberbully.html' title='cyberbully'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8400177819475932610</id><published>2010-01-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:51:44.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reveiw for water life the game</title><content type='html'>In this game the purpose is for you save the stream overall i would say its a pretty decent game. If the animals hadn't talk so much and had more action im sure the game would've been a lot better. I would say this game would probably be mostly for people who want to make a change in the environment if you are a person who wants to change the environment then this is the game for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8400177819475932610?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8400177819475932610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8400177819475932610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8400177819475932610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8400177819475932610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/01/reveiw-for-water-life-game.html' title='reveiw for water life the game'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-1446246771650055083</id><published>2010-01-08T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:28:01.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if today was my last day</title><content type='html'>if today was my last day to live i would do all the thing I would want to do like ride a motorcycle down the highway. Also I would go sky diving I would tell everyone my own secrets I would have a huge party with whole family and friends. I would spend as much time as I could with all the people I care about I would probably destroy some ones car and then try to run away from the cops by using my dads car. Then I would probably go up to a hot girl and kiss her for reason. And i don't care if i get arrested or slaped cause I'll just keep sayin the same thing over and over again im dieing anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-1446246771650055083?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/1446246771650055083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=1446246771650055083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1446246771650055083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1446246771650055083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-today-was-my-last-day.html' title='if today was my last day'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-563987643512553645</id><published>2010-01-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:34:43.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty water</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;a)  Name one way water sources become contaminated in 3rd world countries?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from people throwing trash in the  water thats 1 way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from people peeing and pooping on the ground thats 2 way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;b) What are the dangers of water contamination?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;many people can die of diarrhea from water contamination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;c) Describe (in your own words) an invention that can save people from drinking contaminated water?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the invention life straw is a good way since it cleans the water people drink thus not giving them diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;d) Why do you think everyone in 3rd world countries do not have these inventions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because these inventions cost too much for the people to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-563987643512553645?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/563987643512553645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=563987643512553645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/563987643512553645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/563987643512553645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty-water.html' title='Dirty water'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8724316948158225986</id><published>2009-11-15T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:01:19.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear stealers</title><content type='html'>what you did is somthing I think was very very wrong. I think its wrong because other people use the computer that you stole and some of there work is on it. Also schools have to pay a lot for the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8724316948158225986?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8724316948158225986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8724316948158225986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8724316948158225986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8724316948158225986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-stealers.html' title='Dear stealers'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-1539461427489567236</id><published>2009-10-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:13:29.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt; Describe the environments shown in the videos you choose. What plants or animals lived there?&lt;br /&gt;the first video i saw was in the water and it showed seals and sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; How are the places you saw different from the nature we have in New York City? How, if at all, are they similar?&lt;br /&gt;the water,forest and pond all have many animals the city doesn't. Also i personally think the water forest is more beatiful than the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)&lt;/strong&gt; Of the environments you saw, which were the most interesting? If you could travel to one, which would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;i would go too the forest because its the most beatufil place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-1539461427489567236?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/1539461427489567236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=1539461427489567236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1539461427489567236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1539461427489567236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/10/describe-environments-shown-in-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5186221436467305371</id><published>2009-05-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:25:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talking to robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a) Did either of the machines come close to passing the Turing Test (did they seem human?)&lt;br /&gt; not really there answers to my questions wasn't what i was expecting plus they write way too fast to be human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) What were some of the questions you asked them?  Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i asked suzette about her family and all she talked about was creator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c) Why do you think it’s so hard to design a machine that passes the Turing Test?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because robots can't have the real features of a human so its hard for them to answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5186221436467305371?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5186221436467305371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5186221436467305371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5186221436467305371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5186221436467305371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking-to-robots.html' title='talking to robots'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8500372938250020450</id><published>2009-05-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:18:15.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robots</title><content type='html'>The diffrence between a humanoid and an android is thats androids are gonna look like other humans humanoids are not. An uncanny valley is a place were robots who look too human went. I think that one thing that a robot will never have is a heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8500372938250020450?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8500372938250020450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8500372938250020450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8500372938250020450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8500372938250020450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/05/robots.html' title='robots'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8639571904581207439</id><published>2009-03-25T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:00:41.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The break in girl friends story</title><content type='html'>Alright so we heard the boy friends side now lets hear the girl friends side. Well i can understand why shes mad i mean who wouldn't be. I picked C.) because its the right thing to do. I don't  understand why people have to talk on th computer or phone when they can say it face to face. If you ask me its better when people talk face to face because it solves everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8639571904581207439?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8639571904581207439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8639571904581207439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8639571904581207439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8639571904581207439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-girl-friends-story.html' title='The break in girl friends story'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3115589367194524807</id><published>2009-03-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:57:02.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The break in boy friends story</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that the boy was desperate enough to break into his girl friends account and check her emails just because he thought she was cheating. I picked C.) which is what he should have done just ask her. Thats the honest and good thing to do but the boy i guess had different plans&lt;br /&gt;he did what a stupid guy would do he break into her account. Now shes mad  and I don't blame her i would be mad too he better find a way to make her happy or hes in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3115589367194524807?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3115589367194524807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3115589367194524807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3115589367194524807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3115589367194524807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boy-friends-story.html' title='The break in boy friends story'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5557239876872348419</id><published>2009-03-03T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:11:33.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berethor king of Gondor</title><content type='html'>Long ago in the third age was a time of great kings and knights but it was also a home of great evil creatures. However the most evil creature was nightmare. Nightmare was an evil monster who was made my peoples dark energy. And hated everything but one thing destruction. Many years after nightmare was born he decided to wag war on the world of men. And made an army of orcs,serpants and blood hounds. Then in middle of the third age war came upon the world of men. There once three kings in the world of men and after fighting five years of war.They knew that if the war was to be won that nightmare was to be destroyed . They needed a weapon and not just any weapon a weapon so powerful it could destroyed nightmare forever. And who can craft such a weapon? the white wizard of course. They ask the white wizard to make this weapon and he agreed. He craft the weapon but gave them a warning he said "only one may wield this weapon one who will be the king of Gondor and will be born in the fourth age". So after that he incased nightmare in ice and made a gardian for the sword which remained in a deep dark tunnel. This gardian was maded of fire and rock after that the world of men fought a long bloody war. Then as the wizard predicted in the fourth age the hero was born his name Berethor a man whose name will go down history forever. Berethor was born in a village far away from Gondor. He also had a rough chidhood his father hated him and always yelled "THAT BOY WON'T BRING NOTHING BUT TROUBLE". Berethors mother on the other hand loved berethor and said he was special. Berethor father still didn't like Berethor and left the family saying it was for his own good. So without anyone to help them and work for them Berethor and his mother went poor quickly and was forced to move outside of the city. And although she was going though some tough times Berethors mother never gave up on Berethor. she took care of him and worked for him until she decided he needed to get a job. She told him "you will have to something for your life good luck my son" and Berethor told her "I won't let you down mom" "good boy" she said as she gave him a hug and let him go to town. Berethor started looking for a job as soon as he got in town but for some strange reason nobody would hire him in fact they hated him and called him names. Berethor ignored them as is mother told him to do and kept looking and looking till he found something he thought was cool. He looked at a blacksmith shop he asked the blacksmith to hire him and the blacksmith did. After that Berethor was trained to be a blacksmith the blacksmith couldn't pay well but Berethor didn't mind "as long as he pays" thought Berethor. In fact it was here were Berethor meet his new friend Sam. At first they were enemys trying to figure out who was better but then the other then they began to grow on each other. The blacksmith then made them some small swords and shields they used to practice with each other Berethor always won but Sam didn't mind. As the years went by Berethor grew stronger and more handsome the woman found him more cute. Then all the woman in Berethors village wanted to marry him. But all the men still didn't like him and said they couldn't marry him. Berethor didn't like them anyway he said they were to annoying and said they didn't like him for him. One day Berethor sat on a roof with Sam. "Sam do you believe in love?" asked Berethor to Sam "maybe" Sam replied "whether you believe in love or not I still think your lucky" "Why?" asked Berethor looking at Sam "what do mean why every woman in the village loves you,you should be happy" Sam said as he looked at the sunset "I guess" Berethor said "Its just that I want to find a girl who understands my pain and who could behind the muscles" Berethor said with a sigh "don't worry you'll find her" Sam said as he gave Berethor a tap on the back and got off the roof "i hope" Berethor said as he got down too. The next day their was a parade a very rich family was moving into the village. Berethor and Sam both climbed up a roof to see the family. But even from the great hight it was still hard to see the family. Then saw Berethor saw a large group of men gather around a women. Berethor then got of the roof and went to the group. He walk toward the group with a feeling in his spine and heart he didn't know why. Then when he got into the group he saw a beautiful red haired women. She then saw Berethor and walked towards him. "Hello my name is Morween" she told him "my name is Berethor" he told her kissing her hand like the kindest gentleman she blushed. "A little new to our village huh" Berethor said as he saw the rest of the family. "Hup father didn't like the other village a lot" " Im sure you will like this one" Berethor said as they look into each others eyes. "Morween here now!" said Morweens father."Comeing"she said and walked toward him. After that everything changed in Berethor life he felt the one thing he never felt befor love. They started dating and even somtimes meet in the village even had their first kiss at the time of sunrise. "I love you Morween"Berethor one day told her. "I love you to" she told him but Berethor saw dought in her eyes. He and her both knew they couldn't be together because of Morweens dad. They then saw everyone gather in one place. Morween father then grabed her and she ran with him. Berethor follwed them but then somone pulled him down to bow it was Sam. "Whats going on?" Berethor asked him Sam said nothing and put his head down to bow. Berethor looked up and saw the white wizard just a few feet away. Berethor quikly bowed so he would't show disrespect. The white wizard looked around verey wisley "you stand up" he said as he turned to Berethor. Berethor got to his feet "come here" the white wizard said Berethor walked toward him. "You are the one" the white wizard tould him "what do you mean?" Berethor said confused "the one to defeat Nightmare of coures" the white told Berethor to get inside his house. Berethor did this as everyone followed he saw the white wizard their as he got in. The wizard then tould him everything and vanished. The next day everyone got ready for Berethor to leave. Berethor told them he would not go unless Morween and Sam came too they agreed Berethor got A sword from the blacksmith.Food from the bakery and cloths from his mom the finest clothes Berethor mother gave him a kiss and said goodbye. Berethor,Morween and Sam then set of It was a long trip thankfully they weren't attacked then they reached their first destination the forest of death. It is said theat if any human enters they voices will be heard echoing down the mountains. as they were entering Berethor stoped and stood like a statue. "come on if want that sword we will have to go though" Sam said as he looked at Berethor, Berethor said nothing but looked at the forest. He could hear the haunted voices telling him to go away. Morween held Berethor hand that seemed to have broken the spell. They then entered the forest the forest seemed like a normal forest but it was home of deadly creatutres. There was a road that divided the forest in two everyone one agreed to stay on the road. However luck was not on their side for when they were half way through the forest they were attacked by blood hounds. They fought the blood hounds but there were to many to defeat. Berethor was then biten by one of the dogs and started to feel weird befor he lost conseance he saw arwors flying everywhere. When he awoke he saw he was souronded by Rangers and Morween and Sam. "When traviling thourgh the woods you should b more careful" He heared a man say that man was Elegost leader of the rangers. The rangers agreed to help Berethor,Morween and Sam through the woods on one condition that Berethor woulds help them with the war. Morween and Sam said they would help in the war while Berethor fought nightmare. The rangers then lead them to the mountains. "This is as far as we go" said Elegost as he said goodbye to Berethor "it was an honor fighting along side you" Berethor said as they turned to the caves. They entered the mountains "I have a bad feeling about this" Sam said to Berethor and Morween who for some reason would't leave each others side. Finally they got to the sword only to see giant made of rock and flames standing in there way. "who goes there" said the giant hes voice like thunder. Befor Berethor could speak the giant attacked trying to fight it with there swords they soon figured out that it would tke more than swords to beat the beast. "We need water" thought Berethor suddenly water started pouring from the ceiling. "Thats it!" Berethor said "Sam get on its head!" Berethor yelled to Sam "how?" he yelled back. "Get on his arm when I give the signal" Berethor yelled he then got in front of the monster and started making fun of him. The monster then punch the ground so hard that his fist got stuck. "Now!"Berethor yelled Sam jumped on the mosters arm took out his sword jumped of the monsters head and used his sword to crack open the crack. The monsters flames were put out and the rocks fell on him so he could't move. Berethor walked towrd the blade as if it was calling him he pick it up and could feel the swords power going into hes vains and felt invinsible. "Lets get out of here befor that monster gets back up" Berethor said to Morween and Sam and they escaped the mountains and headed towards nightmares arena."I guess this is where we say goodbye you were always my best friend" Sam told Berethor as he gave him a hug. "Please come back" Morween said "I will" said Berethor as they kissed. Morween and Sam then rode of on there horses. Right in time for the final battle between men and orcs it was here were they met the genarl Eoden "glad your here" he said then Morween and Sam stared fighting. Sam saw nightmares apprentice who was leading tthe orcs and fought him. Sam managed to cut of nightmares apprentice arm off "I will get you for this" he said as he retreated. Meanwhile Berethor got to the top of the stairs only to see nightmare ready for him holding the sword of despair. "I've been expecting you for quite some time now" He said "lets skip the talk and just fight" Berethor said "sounds good to me" nightmare said they charged at each other the moment the swords touched the was an earthquake that some say shook the earth. It was a long grooling fight but in the end Berethor stabed nightmare with sword. "NO!!!!" yelled as he exploded. Berethor again felt weird he feel again fell only to land in Morweens arms nightmares apprentice then charged at Berethor and Morween but Sam pushed them out of the way just in time. Then the men won the war then there was a funeral for Sam. Then Berethor and Morween got married. And Berethor was named king of gondor the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5557239876872348419?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5557239876872348419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5557239876872348419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5557239876872348419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5557239876872348419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/03/berethor-king-of-gondor.html' title='Berethor king of Gondor'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-4001345638775660439</id><published>2009-02-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:13:51.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text monster</title><content type='html'>MAN I can't understand whats so important about texting the choice I picked was B.) tell here you can't take and to give you some space because thats honest and it mostly works. If I could have made a choice it would have been tell her to like B.) back off.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2538112331993941728"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-4001345638775660439?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/4001345638775660439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=4001345638775660439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4001345638775660439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4001345638775660439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='Text monster'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5490291231176164717</id><published>2009-01-29T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:16:02.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamonds</title><content type='html'>If you have not heard something that I think is really wicked for any human being to do to another human being there are mean people called the R.U.F the revolutionary united front. And they are forcing very poor people to make them diamonds. There doing real evil things such as raping,killing and cut of limbs of children of baby. If a child was to find a small piece of diamond there were to give it to the boss and if they put it in there mouths or hid it or anything they were killed. I personally can't even watch this its just to sad please be careful about what diamonds you buy for all you know someone may have died making the diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5490291231176164717?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5490291231176164717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5490291231176164717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5490291231176164717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5490291231176164717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds.html' title='Blood Diamonds'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8991327034378589530</id><published>2009-01-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:22:31.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron</title><content type='html'>Chevron is a company where they want you to think they love the forest but like a lot of other company they trick you and they only love money. If you have not heard they currently made an oil spill in Ecuador this as some of you know this is very bad for the environment it can cause cancer  and poison anyone who drinks the water. please don't encourage chevron if you love the rain forest please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8991327034378589530?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8991327034378589530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8991327034378589530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8991327034378589530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8991327034378589530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/01/chevron.html' title='Chevron'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3613795437597773256</id><published>2009-01-22T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:05:44.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the manual for life</title><content type='html'>I have just seen the manual for life and I gotta say at first I didn't understand it but at the end I finally understood it. The video is about someone believing in something different that nobody else believed in. I can't really say if I agree or disagree with the message but if I believed in something that nobody believed in I would keep believing no matter what. And if you believe in something that nobody else believes in you should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3613795437597773256?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3613795437597773256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3613795437597773256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3613795437597773256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3613795437597773256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/01/manual-for-life.html' title='the manual for life'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-225047754769496218</id><published>2009-01-14T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:31:33.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulysses S. Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SbUoORpBj7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8KDIsQmOOrQ/s1600-h/grant1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311195561272119218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SbUoORpBj7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8KDIsQmOOrQ/s320/grant1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ulysses S. Grant was born on April 27, 1822 in Point Pleasant, Ohio. He died in July 23, 1885 because of throat cancer. He was also president of the United States 1869-1877. Ulysses S. Grant is personally my hero and not only because he was a great general he was also a hard working and determined man. He was a very respected general in the north during the civil war. He first became a hero at the battle of Vicksburg when he asked for no terms when the south accepted defeat. All he asked for was unconditional surrender. He also lead the union to one of the biggest battles, the battle of Shiloh, which was a union victory and lasted two days. On the first day, he was driven back, but having got re-enforcements he beat the south. At the end of the war, he shook hands with another great general Robert E. Lee and let them keep their horses. Therefore, Ulysses S. Grant is my Hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-225047754769496218?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/225047754769496218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=225047754769496218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/225047754769496218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/225047754769496218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2009/01/ulysses-s-grant.html' title='Ulysses S. Grant'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SbUoORpBj7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8KDIsQmOOrQ/s72-c/grant1880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-7497885216669713173</id><published>2008-12-18T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:39:59.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Gorilla</title><content type='html'>I have just heard about what happens paper bags. And I think that its just plain sad for small animals in the ocean for thinking that it is food. I personally think that we should stop this right now  if you want to help me then spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-7497885216669713173?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/7497885216669713173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=7497885216669713173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7497885216669713173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7497885216669713173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/12/green-gorilla.html' title='The Green Gorilla'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-372985459114072605</id><published>2008-12-17T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:34:08.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Petland</title><content type='html'>Dear Petland&lt;br /&gt;I think it is really think its really great that you save Dogs but look at the way the way you guys are treating THEM!!!. I find this very offensive (Because I have a dog) I think we should do something TO STOP THEM!!!. I case you don't know they are put puting dogs in small cages and because of this the dogs can easy get sick. I think we should do something about this so please help me support the shelters Please if you really care about dogs help me spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-372985459114072605?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/372985459114072605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=372985459114072605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/372985459114072605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/372985459114072605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-petland.html' title='Dear Petland'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3994892447343055099</id><published>2008-12-16T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:57:23.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty concoction</title><content type='html'>If I could mix 3 nasty things it would be an anchovie, onions and a spinach sandwich. I would first tell my nephew to eat it because I really and I mean REALLY don't like him. Would you eat that? I wouldn't. I would tell my EVIL nephew "Kenny, I dare you to eat this sandwich" and because he says he can do anything I would enjoy (and be a little gross out) looking at him eat it all and barf. He would barf because I would secretly put worms and snails in the sandwich too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3994892447343055099?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3994892447343055099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3994892447343055099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3994892447343055099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3994892447343055099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty concoction'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-4873177093990695914</id><published>2008-12-05T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:22:25.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie robinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SUE581XeheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BAexpZDipBg/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278563955535414754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SUE581XeheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BAexpZDipBg/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person I am writing about is Jackie Robinson, the first African American to play baseball. However I bet you didn't know that Jackie Robinson was also a football player, a basketball player, and a soldier. Jackie Robinson had a rough childhood (like many people). When he was born, his dad left him, his mom, sisters, and brother and was chasing another woman. When Jackie Robinson was in the war, he met a nurse who he soon fell in love with. He then quit the army and graduated from college. He was inspired by his older brother to play major league baseball. He went on to join the Dodgers, but first he had to play with the Montreal Royals. Ricky (who put him on the Montreal Royals) told Jackie not to fight racism and Jackie told him he wouldn't. While Jackie was on the Dodgers, his teammates objected about having a black man on their team and wanted to test his skills. Every time Jackie was on the field or was up to bat people would laugh at him and threaten his family. Even though Jackie was mad about this racism he still had an outstanding start with the Dodgers. His batting average was .349 and a field average of .985. However the racism still did not stop other teams from threatening not to play against the Dodgers. Some of the Dodgers even threatened not to play, but the manager said he would rather trade them than Robinson. However, not everyone was racist. Some (mostly black people) fought for Jackie to play. Even white people fought for him to play. Even though people still threatened him and his family, Jackie was determined to show everyone how good of an athlete a black person can be. In Jackie’s first year, he hit twelve home runs and was awarded the national league's most valuable player. Jackie became a hero. Soon many people kept saying "did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball?” In the year 1955 he really showed everyone what he can do. He lead the Dodgers to victory at the world series. He also helped them win the pennant. Soon Jackie was traded to the New York Giants. Shortly after that he retired. Jackie made history so many times, but his biggest time was when he was the first black man to be entered in the hall of fame. Unfortunately he had heart attacks and died, but he will always be remembered as a hero to all of us. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you have learned much about Jackie Robinson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-4873177093990695914?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/4873177093990695914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=4873177093990695914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4873177093990695914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4873177093990695914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/12/jackie-robinson.html' title='Jackie robinson'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YD27A3KOk2g/SUE581XeheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BAexpZDipBg/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-1987287806453201378</id><published>2008-12-03T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:58:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog abuse</title><content type='html'>If you have not heard people are forcing dogs to fight, I for one can not stand this (especially because I have a dog). People are keeping dogs chained in the back yard and starving them to death. They are also letting their dogs get hurt like they let them lose a leg and are not doing anything about it. If you want to do someing about animals being abuse, &lt;a href="http://www.hsus.org/"&gt;go to this website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-1987287806453201378?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/1987287806453201378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=1987287806453201378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1987287806453201378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/1987287806453201378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-abuse.html' title='dog abuse'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-8342314122771003519</id><published>2008-11-18T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:40:56.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyers remorse</title><content type='html'>My most expensive thing I ever bought and I wish I hadn't was my cable box because it has no signal and it is always acting up. It was good for my old TV but not my new one. It also makes my computer not work. It annoys me and everyone in my family when they come to my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-8342314122771003519?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/8342314122771003519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=8342314122771003519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8342314122771003519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/8342314122771003519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/11/buyers-remorse.html' title='Buyers remorse'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-897294610313359544</id><published>2008-11-12T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:44:29.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My realistic-fiction narrative</title><content type='html'>My story is about a young man name Ryu( pronounced Ree-yu) a skilled kung fu fu fighter looking for vengance. Ryu story starts long ago in a hidden village. Ryus father and mother where inside their house. "He is such a beautiful child" said Ryus mother "he will also be a great warrior" said Ryus father. Ryu was part of a race of warriors who were gifted kung fu fighters Ryu was next in line. However fate had different plans for at that moment Bison appeared. Bison was part of another race that was jeolous of Ryus. Bison attack Ryus father and killed him Ryus mother ran away but when Bison was near she gave here son to strangers "protect this baby please" she said as she cryed. The strangers took the baby and ran then Bison killed Ryus mother. Now Bison searches for Ryu to kill him Ryu on the other hand was raised in another small village were his legand begain. While Ryu was growing up he devolped a taste for kung fu he soon entered a dojo. His teachers imedetly saw that Ryu was a gifted not aware of his race. He entered tourerments and was named champion of the village by the time he was 21 Ryu was the most populor guy in the village. One day Ryu was walking and then BAM he had accidently made someone fall down. "Im sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" he apologized "its okay" the woman said Ryu looked up and he saw the most beautiful girl he ever saw. She had blond hair like the sun and the face of an angel Ryu was speechless. "are you okay?" she asked but Ryu was to busy looking at her to pay attion then a voice made Ryu&lt;br /&gt;come to his senses. "he sis why are you sitting down with your boyfreind?" said Tom Tom was the girls brother. " oh Tom his not my boy friend I just met him" she said "my name is Ryu" Ryu said as he and the girl got up "my name is  Stepanie" she said softly. Then after that  one Bump Ryu and Stepanie started going out and Tom didn't mind he thought his sis needed a boy friend anyway. Ryu and Tom became good freinds Ryu even taught Stepanie and Tom some kung fu!. One day Ryu and Stepanie were walking  and then they both bump into someone. Ryu look up he saw a man with kung fu outfit just like his except in red. He was also with a girl with black hair an jeans. "sorry" Ryu said "its okay" the stanger said "my name is Ken and this is Jean" "hi" she said behind Ken. Soon after Ryu and Ken became good friends the love to spar with each other they considered themselfs even. One day when they were all walking to Ryus house his parents or so he thought stop them. "Ryu we need to talk" said Ryus "mother" so Ryus parents told Ryu the truth and Ken soon revealed Bison had the same thing to him. So Ryu,Stepanie,Tom,Ken and Jean all went on a Journey to Defeat Bison. "Stepanie Tom you don't have to come" Ryu said when they were halve way there. "Nether do you Jean" said Ken they replied "we now we just want to go". Then they got to Bisons palace only to find Bison waiting for them. "so Ryu and Ken you finally come out of hideing" Bison chuckled. "we are afraid of you no more Bison" Ryu and Ken shouted just then a man came and revealed he was Bisons apprentice. "Ryu,Ken go after Bison I will handel this guy" Tom told Ryu and Ken. Then Tom and Bisons apprentece fought after a bloody battle Tom was victorys however when Tom declared victory Bison hit him with a sword. "I would make you my apprentice but your kindness is to strong" Bison said as he went into his castle. Ryu stared and at his best friend dieing he wanted to take him to the hospital but Tom said "no Ryu you and Ken must get Bison Stepanie and Jean will take me there". After that Ryu and Ken fought Bison the great battle lasted 9 hours but in the end Ryu an Ken were victorys. After a long day Ryu and Ken parted ways "im sure we will see each other again" Ken said. Then we walked with Jean into the sunset Ryu then visted Tom. He was okay and would out of the hospital in weeks Ryu and Stepanie were then married and had a son. Who would grow to be a hero but with every hero comes a villan. So that ends my story Hoped you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-897294610313359544?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/897294610313359544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=897294610313359544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/897294610313359544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/897294610313359544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-realistic-fiction-narritive.html' title='My realistic-fiction narrative'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-2961953837501966746</id><published>2008-11-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:42:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted house</title><content type='html'>A boy is dared to go into a haunted house will he make it out alive?.&lt;p style="overflow: auto; padding-right: 5px; width: 400px; height: 340px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/View.toon?param=431183"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toondoo.com//public/t/s/e/tserrano188/toons/cool-cartoon-431183.png" border="0" alt="\The haunted house\" title="\The haunted house\" longdesc="\A boy is dared to go into a haunted house.Will he make it out alive?\"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-2961953837501966746?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/2961953837501966746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=2961953837501966746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/2961953837501966746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/2961953837501966746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/11/haunted-house.html' title='Haunted house'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-5348747117312130903</id><published>2008-11-05T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:02:58.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five senses</title><content type='html'>If I had to give up one of my senses, it would be touch, because then when people try to prank you they wont think it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          p.s. This is realy corny dont copy me it will suck trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-5348747117312130903?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/5348747117312130903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=5348747117312130903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5348747117312130903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/5348747117312130903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-senses.html' title='Five senses'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-3618119470877461145</id><published>2008-11-05T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:42:00.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack obama</title><content type='html'>I am very happy that Barack Obama is the president.  I hope he will stick to his words about stopping the war.  I also hope he can stop child labor in the USA and help many homeless people.  I also hope he can help with child support.  I think he  will make a big change in the USA and I hope he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-3618119470877461145?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/3618119470877461145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=3618119470877461145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3618119470877461145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/3618119470877461145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama.html' title='Barack obama'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-6589704522246530301</id><published>2008-10-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:01:04.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>child labor</title><content type='html'>In America students like Joseanna must drop out to go on the farm to help their family.  They only get paid about two dollars a day.  The M.E.T want to keep them in school to get an education.  Also they can get a job so they can move out of the farm and get a good life.  Take the food from the farm that don't have child labor. The M.E.T program also pays the children so they can stay off the farm because then they make money and get an education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-6589704522246530301?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/6589704522246530301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=6589704522246530301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6589704522246530301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/6589704522246530301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/10/childeren-labor.html' title='child labor'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-7833722246552742122</id><published>2008-10-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:30:20.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The farm</title><content type='html'>I am  farmer in the usa I am twelve years old. Everyday I must get at least&lt;br /&gt; 50 eggs. I feel like im in perison like I am not important like if I die theyb wont care tere devils. I wish I was dead but whats the point of comnitting suicide without knowing what lifes about.I somtimes think other people have all the luck I wish I was an american.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-7833722246552742122?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/7833722246552742122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=7833722246552742122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7833722246552742122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7833722246552742122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/10/farm.html' title='The farm'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-4415324339373434890</id><published>2008-09-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:10:22.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>I don't think tattoos are bad, because only gangs wear them and they are just plain bad.  They are also killing dead skin.  Also people won't hire you for a job, because they will think you are crazy. Plus, you can't get it off.  So you wasted money for nothing.  On the other hand, people will think it is cool.  You will be cool and have lots of friends.  You can impress women.  Also, it lets people know you're cool and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-4415324339373434890?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/4415324339373434890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=4415324339373434890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4415324339373434890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/4415324339373434890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tatoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-674904224389154070</id><published>2008-09-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:56:00.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming a gold miner</title><content type='html'>I am a gold miner everyday I must wake up every moring and go to work. Somtimes I wonder why we must do this my mom says its for the good of the family. Somtimes I wish I was dead and that I was never born. They say gold makes people rich but am still poor. Everyday I wish I could be a normel kid and learn to read and write. I hate my job but my dad said if I dont work he will hit me. I get paid so little I hardly eat somtimes I wonder why god make us do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538112331993941728-674904224389154070?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/674904224389154070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=674904224389154070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/674904224389154070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/674904224389154070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/09/becoming-gold-miner.html' title='becoming a gold miner'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538112331993941728.post-7689755992616862246</id><published>2008-09-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:56:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer vaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dg3bcx7q_7fxzsxhgx' 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/2538112331993941728-7689755992616862246?l=tserrano188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/feeds/7689755992616862246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538112331993941728&amp;postID=7689755992616862246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7689755992616862246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538112331993941728/posts/default/7689755992616862246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tserrano188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer-vaction.html' title='My summer vaction'/><author><name>tserrano188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730335850787011144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
