<?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-8792425460860810997</id><updated>2012-02-14T16:26:17.364+13:00</updated><category term='Wellington'/><category term='ICT Makerita'/><category term='Singers Justin Bieber'/><category term='Miriah Carey  Beyonce'/><category term='Rematches Capture the flag'/><category term='Rock Our World'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Camp Bentzon'/><category term='Common wealth'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Mount Tarawera'/><category term='Kawau Island'/><category term='Makerita'/><category term='Funeral&apos;s'/><category term='turtles'/><category term='Christchurch Earthquake'/><category term='Movie stars'/><category term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Makerita @ Pt England School</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a Year 7 student at Pt England School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 21 and my teacher is Mrs Lagitupu.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PES Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15662065130735974733</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6631117836175891191</id><published>2012-02-09T14:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:49:05.879+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tapu Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZt15N-D1e8/TzMkgKktWoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aKUueFc2FoE/s1600/2012-02-09-144058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZt15N-D1e8/TzMkgKktWoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aKUueFc2FoE/s320/2012-02-09-144058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8908680163321774" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; I have been reading a book called The Tapu Tree and it is written by Sally McMeikan-Cash. The Tapu Tree is about a boy named Tama that wants to figure out why one of the tree’s outside his Auntie Mel’s house is named the Tapu Tree. So he asks his Auntie Mel and she told him to ask his Koro (grandpa). He asked his Koro and he said it was because long ago some people buried a whenua and then planted a tree over it. A whenua is a part that connects you to your mother when your growing. After Tama and his cousin Michael had been told the story they went for a swim at the creek and promised each other they would not tell anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6631117836175891191?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6631117836175891191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/tapu-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6631117836175891191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6631117836175891191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/tapu-tree.html' title='The Tapu Tree'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-TZt15N-D1e8/TzMkgKktWoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aKUueFc2FoE/s72-c/2012-02-09-144058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2193162311469882311</id><published>2012-02-09T13:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:01:23.396+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4exs6EirDDQ/TzML-BOP53I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hFB_17OWI00/s1600/Graph+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4exs6EirDDQ/TzML-BOP53I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hFB_17OWI00/s320/Graph+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJOkF4PkHC4/TzML-npqv2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Va_EX5oKDYc/s1600/Graph+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJOkF4PkHC4/TzML-npqv2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Va_EX5oKDYc/s320/Graph+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1CVjPE9ZvpE/TzML_PEE6II/AAAAAAAAAPU/tsEsIraZ_Y4/s1600/Graph.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1CVjPE9ZvpE/TzML_PEE6II/AAAAAAAAAPU/tsEsIraZ_Y4/s320/Graph.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is 3 graphs that I have made on a website called, Create a Graph. The whole of Room 21 had been assigned to do so. We had a lot of fun with this website. And I encourage you to go on this website. Click on this URL and it will lead you to the place where these graphs had been made. &lt;a href="http://nces.ed.gov/nceskids/createagraph/"&gt;http://nces.ed.gov/nceskids/createagraph/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2193162311469882311?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2193162311469882311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-3-graphs-that-i-have-made-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2193162311469882311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2193162311469882311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-3-graphs-that-i-have-made-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4exs6EirDDQ/TzML-BOP53I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hFB_17OWI00/s72-c/Graph+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-247909443098024283</id><published>2012-02-08T09:45:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:11:20.530+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Full Of Laughing, Then Crying, Then Bye's and Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>The last and final day for The Big Family Reunion was filled with all sorts of emotions. I was filled with joy at first because there was a lot of food. And then tears, because my relatives from Australia were going back. And then I felt tired and wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of the big family reunion, everybody was tired from the night before. When I walked into my aunties house, most of the people were sleeping. Some were up, mainly the adults. Most of the children were in the garage playing ping pong and pool. I really wondered what time everybody left the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of the reunion and no one had the spirit of being active, and making the most of it. So my sisters, brothers and some of my other cousins and I sat and watched T.V, and waited for everyone to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2 o'clock that was when everyone started to feel the spirit. The BBQ was smelling very nice (maybe thats why they woke up). Anyways, it happened again. The stupid boys drew on the kids faces one more time. They had all sorts of things on their faces. It was very funny though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was very nice. After a little while it was desert time and the big boys took one whole box full of vanilla ice cream to the garage for them only. And when the box came back it was empty!!!! They have very large mouths. Willie one of the young boys took 5 scoops of ice cream at first, and then came back and took another 5 scoops, and then came back and took a bowl full of fruit salad. And he is&amp;nbsp;freakishly&amp;nbsp;skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everybody had their desert we all sat down and took a rest. Then AGAIN the dumb older boys came in the house and saw Rachel sleeping. So they drew on her arms, and face. It was crack up because when she woke up she was trying to figure out why some of the kids were looking at her and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the early evening it was time for the people that came from Australia to go back home. Most of the children were crying because they knew that they would miss them and I sure do. This was the time for crying and to be emotional. I really was. After they had left it was very quiet. And most kids wanted to go to sleep so they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time the big boys just left the kids alone. At around 9 o'clock at night was round about the time we had left.I was extremely exhausted and my eyes were getting red. So I went straight through the door and jumped on the bed then went to sleep. The next morning I thought that we were still at the Marae but I just clicked. I wish it could all rewind back and start over. I really miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So this was the final episode of THE BIG FAMILY REUNION. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HOPE YOU ENJOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-247909443098024283?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/247909443098024283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-full-of-laughing-then-crying-then.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/247909443098024283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/247909443098024283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-full-of-laughing-then-crying-then.html' title='A Day Full Of Laughing, Then Crying, Then Bye&apos;s and Exhaustion'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-9189469493063620576</id><published>2012-02-03T12:30:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:30:42.946+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bay more like Torture Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;b id="internal-source-marker_0.4974730049725622" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As I was squelching my feet into the sand, my cousin snuck up behind me and squirted me with a bottle full of sea water. I was really mad at him. The beach where we were at was Long Bay. It was a sunny Monday and my family, relatives and I, decided to have a BBQ at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The water was extremely cold, and I was freezing. “Aren’t you cold” I asked my cousin Faith. She wasn’t cold at all. So then she started to splash me to try and get me warmer but it didn’t help. So then my other cousin Potato (nick name) pushed me by accident into the water, he thought I was angry but I was trying to thank him. But he was to scared so he ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then came along the big boys, more like the Torture boys. My brother Kenny, and my cousins Siu, Kepoua and Pati. They came and grabbed a kid each and slammed them on the water. It was really fun because Kenny came to me but I punched his face by accident because, I was getting scared. So then all of us kids decided to make a plan to get back at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We all decided to fake cry to our mums and dads. &amp;nbsp;And then go back and tell them that our parents said we weren’t allowed to play. And then when they are relaxing we would &amp;nbsp;jump on them and strangle them. That was exactly what we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;They were so angry, that they started to chase all of us kids back to shore and around the volley ball net. Then finally near the BBQ where no one wet was allowed to be. They were running around there trying to catch us when all of a sudden we heard a big “OI” it was my dad. All the kids ran away, but the big boys got caught. All the kids laughed and said SHAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then finally the slow pokes caught us and took us back to the sea, then started to chuck us all around. Then came our parents and told us it was time to eat. Sausages, chicken legs, chicken hearts, Steaks and a lot more were what we ate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;After our feed we had went for our last swim. Then we finally retreated back and got changed. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for a little while before we had to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It was a day full of fun and excitement &amp;nbsp;and it was all over. I wish I could go back and torture them some more, but I bet I would be too tired to. I was so exhausted and needed a rest badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-9189469493063620576?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/9189469493063620576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-bay-more-like-torture-bay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9189469493063620576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9189469493063620576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-bay-more-like-torture-bay.html' title='Long Bay more like Torture Bay'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-7644610614420741251</id><published>2012-01-25T11:39:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:39:36.292+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 @ The Big Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Day 4 was the last day at the Marae, and it was the big tidy up day. Everybody, well I think everybody woke up to having drawings on their faces. I had something, my cousin Maree had a Natzi sign,and Gome my other cousin had pimples and dots all over his face. Then was Asu my other cousin, he had on the top of his forehead, I heart u and then kisses all over his face. But then I saw my brother James's face when we told him about the drawing he started to cry. I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people started to say "OHHHH IT WAS KENNY AND KEPOUA AND SIU." I couldn't beleive it when I heard it, because Kepoua is married and already has a baby. And he is still acting like little kid. Siu had his girlfriend sleep at the Marae that night. She didn't get anything on her face. And Kenny he is a kid, but they all act so young from their actual age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody who had a drawing on their faces or bodies hid them and ran straight to the bathroom. Which was not far away. Everybody got angry and started to make plans to try and get back at them. One was to get buckets of water and sneak up from behind them and splash them. The other one was to try and do something to their foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after getting over the dramatic morning we finally had to get started on the choirs and tidy up. The places where the girls had to clean up was the toilets for both &amp;nbsp;female and male. It was pretty easy because they weren't really messy. So our choirs were done quite quickly. So then we went back to Marae and started to pack our bags and get ready for the BBQ at my aunties house afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everybody left the Marae the Reunion was officially over. The reunion for me was a big help learning who all of my relatives from my dads family were. There was still one or two more occasions to attend. The BBQ where everybody was going to, and the Big Feast the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had arrived to the BBQ, everybody was inside and outside the house. All the kids were inside and the adults were out. After we had lunch, the garage was open for all the kids to play pool or ping pong. All the big boys played pool, and all the girls and the little kids played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while later was dessert. They were giving out the small blocks of chocolate. Everybody at least took 4 or 3, I took 3, because I llloooovvvveeeee chocolate. So we played a bit more ping pong and soon we had to go. but we were going to come back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't wait for the last day. It would be the biggest day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7644610614420741251?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7644610614420741251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4-big-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7644610614420741251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7644610614420741251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4-big-family-reunion.html' title='Day 4 @ The Big Family Reunion'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-3178702007581735722</id><published>2012-01-24T13:13:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:13:18.173+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 @ The Big Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Today was day 3 for our big family reunion. Today were scheduled to be going to the swimming pools. But due to the whether and the amount of sick kids there were they had cancelled it. We all had to sit in the hall and reflect and see what we were going to be doing for the day. The adults had said that&amp;nbsp;we would be doing sports again!!!!!! Then out came an awwwwww from all the kids. So all, by all I mean all the kids retreated back to the Whare to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the parents started to try and figure out what else we could do. Then we all had to go back in the hall to see what we were going to be doing now. They had finally come to say that we were going to the pools. Only the kids that wanted to go had said loud yeses. Everybody who had a car would help with transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pools where we were going to, was The Mangere pools. I was one of the kids that wanted to go. When we had arrived at the pools we were the first ones there. So we had to wait for a long time till the others came. From the view outside it wasn't that full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the indoor pools were packed for the babies side. The outdoor pools was where&amp;nbsp;we were going to be spending the day. There&amp;nbsp;were 2 slides. One slide for the big kids, the other for the babies, or 9 and under. But I went on both. There were 2 bombing pools. One with no diving boards, the other with 2 diving boards the same height on each end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was first, we had decided to go on the slide, the big kids slide. In order for you to get to the top of the slide, you had to walk or run up a steep slippery, from the wet togs, hill. I actually wanted to go to the bombing pools first. But they were packed, no wonder where all the people were. Apparently the rest of my cousins, boy cousins beat us up the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which means that they took twice as long because they kept on fussing about who was going to go first and all that rubbish. Finally they had made up their minds. After they had went the line was way more quiet. My turn had come up and I was freaking out. If one of the older boys screamed then I would scream even louder. WHOSSHH, I went down as fast as it took me. And yesI scremed louder but not longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of turns running up the hill and coming down the slide we came to a stop. We were to exhausted to run more, so we stopped and started to swim. The boys were down there as well so they kind of took up the whole pool.&amp;nbsp;So then we decided to lye outside the edge of the pool. SPLASH the stupid boys had ruined our relax time. So then we had to get revenge. We asked our&amp;nbsp;18 year old &amp;nbsp;cousin to help us to get back at them. So she did. We found their bags and took their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole fun filled day we finally retreated to goand get changed. As we were getting changed we could hear the boys saying where is our clothes like&amp;nbsp;little girls. Then we all high fived each other. Then finished getting changed and returned their clothes. And we were even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the Marae I felt even more drained then I felt the day before. And this time we were allowed a short rest, before the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3178702007581735722?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3178702007581735722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-3-big-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3178702007581735722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3178702007581735722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-3-big-family-reunion.html' title='Day 3 @ The Big Family Reunion'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-1435946866699917937</id><published>2012-01-20T13:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:57:03.483+13:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Pencil and Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5235610215459019" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Netbooks are such a huge help to our schools future. They give us a lot of access to things happening online. It helps with all sorts of subjects, since we have connection also to websites teaching us educational things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The negative bits about having a net book, is that we really can’t record anything. It would be really nice if we could record podcasts with it. Positive point about having a net book was that we could do projects more independently now. And having no Teacher teach me at times makes me feel like a pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Comparing last year to this year would be so easy. Everything is different and more efficient because of our net books. We don’t have to go back home with sore aching wrists. And most importantly we all have improved with each and every subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Back in the days (Last Year) the learning was so so boooorrriiinnnggg. We had to wait for turns on the big screens. Separately we had to use a pencil and paper, which took me 1 hundred years to write one sentence. (Joking) So obviously you could see that we were pretty much dying for something faster and&amp;nbsp;way better&amp;nbsp;to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Writing used to also be a big toughie for me personally. It was really hard to try to improve a lot of things in one sentence. Now that we have this technical device it saves our wrists from having to move around real often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Now that we have a net book it makes me feel at ease, because I know that things now a days can be done more faster. I really want my net book to stay and if it doesn’t, I don’t know whether I will survive. But anyway having a net book has been the best experience ever.I would hate it if it had to be taken away, and I hope it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1435946866699917937?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1435946866699917937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more-pencil-and-paper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1435946866699917937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1435946866699917937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more-pencil-and-paper.html' title='No more Pencil and Paper'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-3358040688451828217</id><published>2012-01-19T15:28:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:28:37.010+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 @ The Big Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Day 2 was to me the most funnest, because it was sports day. It was held in the Marae, because there was a big field in the grounds.&amp;nbsp;So the games&amp;nbsp;on sports day we were scheduled to play were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Tug of War&lt;br /&gt;2:The Spoon and&amp;nbsp;Egg race&lt;br /&gt;3: Rubbish bag race (instead of potato sacks we used rubbish bags)&lt;br /&gt;4:&amp;nbsp;Throwing Water Balloon &lt;br /&gt;5: Then all of a sudden water fight turned out to be one of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with the Tug of War was extremely fun. First we had to be put into categories. Children's, Women's, Men's and then everybody.&amp;nbsp;I had accidentally came late so then I had to join the women's&amp;nbsp;challenges.&amp;nbsp;My side kept on winning everything except for the very last game. We had&lt;br /&gt;the useless men so we ended up loosing. (nah just joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game two was The Egg Race. We each had been given a spoon and then an egg. The aim of the game was to get to the other side with the spoon in our&amp;nbsp;mouth's while&amp;nbsp;the egg was also&amp;nbsp;attached to it. I was the first one to go, it was&amp;nbsp;really easy,&amp;nbsp;but sadly we came third in that relay. As we had came to sit down and check the leader board, we were coming third. Not quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game three, the rubbish bag race. This game was the most hilarious one of them all. People cheated, and&amp;nbsp;tried to poke holes through the bags to make places for their feet to go. This game was a catastrophe. Luckily I didn't cheat, because I wanted win that chocolate fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game number four, was the water balloon throwing contest. This&amp;nbsp;was when everybody knew that they were going to get wet. So most sat out. But everybody that participated had a heap of fun. Like me. I was very annoyed when I saw that my partner was a little girl&amp;nbsp;that was only 7 years old. Our fist and second try was successful, but when it had come to our third try I was the one that had been pooped with water all over me. The same team that had won the rest of the other relays had won it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game number five was the all of a sudden WATER FIGHT!!!!!!!! My cousin Haze from Australia had started it. He chucked a balloon at one of our uncles and then our uncle yelled the two magic words that were going to get everybody wet. Even the people that sat out finally wanted to take part. So everybody but one person didn't get wet. The person that started it. Haze, so everyone had put their water balloons together and chucked them all at once. He wad the one that was mostly wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of those fantastic activities we had come to sit down and read the points board. Obviously with no doubt Arasi's team had won by a long mile. Then came Nive's team, then came Patricia's team (my team), Last but not least came Tafina's team. All the teams still got the same amount of chocolate as everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day my body was drained of energy. I guess what tomorrow will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3358040688451828217?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3358040688451828217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-2-big-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3358040688451828217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3358040688451828217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-2-big-family-reunion.html' title='Day 2 @ The Big Family Reunion'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-6043077400128875834</id><published>2012-01-18T11:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:16:08.351+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One @ The Big Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>The family reunion had just come.&amp;nbsp; It is when your Cousins, Uncles and Aunties come from all over the world. Most of my family had come from Australia and&amp;nbsp; Wellington. The place&amp;nbsp;where we would be staying at was, Ruapiti Marae. Not to far away from the Auckland Airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day we had been welcomed into the Marae, was the day that we could find out who and where everybody came from. After having to sit in the Marae for a little while, we were welcomed into the hall for the first time. When we all entered we had told to be seatten in one massive circle. It was so embarrassing because we had to stand up and say our names. Whew I thought, glad to get that off my chest, as I was sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, we were finally allowed to settle in. (like see who is sleeping where) I didn't have much to bring in. Seeing the rest of the other people bring theirs in was like seeing a avalanche. But we could all still manage. This was also only day one, and we were still&amp;nbsp;expecting a&amp;nbsp;lot more people arriving at 2 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6043077400128875834?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6043077400128875834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-one-big-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6043077400128875834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6043077400128875834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-one-big-family-reunion.html' title='Day One @ The Big Family Reunion'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-4958072703926419503</id><published>2012-01-17T11:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:04:42.869+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate. That was all I had been given for Christmas. That was all I wanted as well. To celebrate we had a BBQ and invited friends over.&amp;nbsp;We had&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;sorts of food&amp;nbsp;It wasn't as good as the past few years, but it was all right. Now all I want is clothes and new shoes. I can't wait for next year. And lets see if it is better then this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4958072703926419503?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4958072703926419503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4958072703926419503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4958072703926419503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-8004992767793520534</id><published>2011-12-16T10:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:50:00.518+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJXNHpIAmgs/TufHykrxPrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cqve0-DUswc/s1600/IMG_4753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJXNHpIAmgs/TufHykrxPrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cqve0-DUswc/s400/IMG_4753.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyExVcSJ_iM/TufH2-ZikVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kvGjzfCFj3s/s1600/IMG_4751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyExVcSJ_iM/TufH2-ZikVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kvGjzfCFj3s/s400/IMG_4751.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all friends. Most of us will be splitting apart. So most times it will be quiet. We are all going to miss each other and remember all the laughs we had together. I am going to miss Litia. She is leaving. Hope we all have a good Christmas and new years. See you all in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8004992767793520534?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8004992767793520534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friends-farewell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8004992767793520534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8004992767793520534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friends-farewell.html' title='Best Friends Farewell'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-EJXNHpIAmgs/TufHykrxPrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cqve0-DUswc/s72-c/IMG_4753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6205208741803579182</id><published>2011-12-13T10:59:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:01:12.051+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29d72fda3fc6c15a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29d72fda3fc6c15a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27B2B1FC2B98BEC0FDE7473630C9ABCB22829431.7198AB36514EF34DAE929C5F3C83079835BA54C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29d72fda3fc6c15a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGSphxW0Rp_RKOkvhnlT8IYZu7ck&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29d72fda3fc6c15a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27B2B1FC2B98BEC0FDE7473630C9ABCB22829431.7198AB36514EF34DAE929C5F3C83079835BA54C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29d72fda3fc6c15a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGSphxW0Rp_RKOkvhnlT8IYZu7ck&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vI-Wqij4A/TuZ5oboAL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lihWyyfUFwY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-12-13+at+10.40.24+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vI-Wqij4A/TuZ5oboAL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lihWyyfUFwY/s320/Screen+shot+2011-12-13+at+10.40.24+AM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This movie is about me going to another planet because there is a problem on earth. But when we get to Venus there is also a problem there as well. Watch my short clip to see what my solution is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6205208741803579182?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6205208741803579182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/12/planet-venus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6205208741803579182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6205208741803579182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/12/planet-venus.html' title='Planet Venus'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vI-Wqij4A/TuZ5oboAL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lihWyyfUFwY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-12-13+at+10.40.24+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4401847013966820932</id><published>2011-11-21T10:54:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:36:17.830+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Coop's Scrumptious Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdc74323ef23fd36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdc74323ef23fd36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57978EFEBAEF73D6AE1E90CA8BDA54348D014907.77C23077B9E393C73E171D36AD835C08BF9DC091%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdc74323ef23fd36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWHMcHN5qQnHl8cLRByHeRQhxmA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdc74323ef23fd36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57978EFEBAEF73D6AE1E90CA8BDA54348D014907.77C23077B9E393C73E171D36AD835C08BF9DC091%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdc74323ef23fd36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWHMcHN5qQnHl8cLRByHeRQhxmA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.245382550068716"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To  start off our first day of camp, Mr Coop our camp cook, had got up  early in the morning to bake us campers fresh and delicious bread. Right  after our usual morning fitness trail, we would come back smelling the  most freshly and yummiest baked bread ever. Breakfast was always the  best meal of the day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Lunch  had came and this time we could smell grilled sausages ready for hot  dog making. As each child were lining up ready to make their own hot  dog, some of us were really hungry so they didn’t take any notice of the  line and pushed in. One bite in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;hot dog and I was in heaven. I didn’t want to go back to Auckland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then  came dinner. The meal that would finish off the day which was  spectacular. We had a meal that I would say was yummier than my Dad’s  dishes. (Not saying that he can actually cook no offence) This made me  want to stay for even longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4401847013966820932?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4401847013966820932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-coops-scrumptious-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4401847013966820932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4401847013966820932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-coops-scrumptious-food.html' title='Mr Coop&apos;s Scrumptious Food'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-3617138988548717920</id><published>2011-11-08T10:31:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:39:39.987+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kawau Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Bentzon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makerita'/><title type='text'>Ready for Year 6 Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uujXBOMiih0/TrhPVf87mZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eNj2cDL7I6M/s1600/Rock%2BClimbing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uujXBOMiih0/TrhPVf87mZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eNj2cDL7I6M/s320/Rock%2BClimbing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672370961446050194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNmDYow7rxU/TrhOvV9OkqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Zl8YESzsB04/s1600/Cove%2Bmap%2Bfor%2BKawau%2BIsland.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNmDYow7rxU/TrhOvV9OkqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Zl8YESzsB04/s320/Cove%2Bmap%2Bfor%2BKawau%2BIsland.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672370305927910050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one more week we are off to Kawau Island for our Year 6 Camp. Yeayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Benzon is in the North Cove of Kawau Island, and the one transport we use to travel there is by Ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  are such amazing activities to do on Camp Benzon like the Confidence  Course, which is one of the most favoured activities. Another cool  activity there will be is Orienteering. This Course is set through large  bushes around the Camp Site. And obviously we have to have Compasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  one thing that I am looking forward to is seeing the Dolphins as we go  by them on the Ferry. I heard that they are really cute and this year we  might be extremely lucky to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  challenge for me will have to be Raft making, because if we make a raft  that does not float, it will be extremely funny and embarrassing and  will prove that you are not good at making rafts. (And  proves that you  are a bit heavy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t wait for all of the fun activities that we are going to partake in. (Especially the eating)&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3617138988548717920?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3617138988548717920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/ready-for-year-6-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3617138988548717920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3617138988548717920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/ready-for-year-6-camp.html' title='Ready for Year 6 Camp'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-uujXBOMiih0/TrhPVf87mZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eNj2cDL7I6M/s72-c/Rock%2BClimbing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-1461450262236101315</id><published>2011-11-05T10:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:00:00.794+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Coaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-eiQ1Xaa4/TrGukAbn9HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7nzC-Codrsc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-03%2Bat%2B9.56.16%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-eiQ1Xaa4/TrGukAbn9HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7nzC-Codrsc/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-03%2Bat%2B9.56.16%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670505339450553458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" id="internal-source-marker_0.9488868858276559"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;OH  MAN, this was bad, really bad. I do not know how to play Tennis, nor do  I even know how to hold a Tennis racket properly. As Room 17 sat there  on the steaming hot concrete, a man who was going to be our Tennis Coach  introduced himself. His name was Marcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  fingers were really eager to hold a Racket. As soon as he had told us  to pick up one as well as a Tennis ball, my heart started to beat  faster. The first thing he had taught us to do, was how to hold a  racket, which was one of the most worst problems I had with Tennis. The  way he had told us how to hold it was like a frying pan. Soon I got the  hang of being like a chef with a Tennis racket. Which was quiet odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  a little while, we had to get into partners. My partner was Serena,  which was such a good choice. The reason why we had to get into  Partners, was because we had to stand opposite each other from the net.  Then one partner has to have the Tennis ball while the other has to have  their racket with them. So obviously you could see that the one with  the ball which was Serena had to chuck it over the net to me, so that I  could wak it right back at her not to hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner  or later we had to move on to the next game which was King Ball. It was  pretty much a mini game of Tennis, which was actually filled with fun  and a lot of action. I had been put into a group of six. Our whole  lesson we had been learning techniques and all of those techniques that  we had learned had to be put in the matches that we were going to have  with our opponents. The game did not go as planned, but it was still fun  being King like only three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  today's first lesson didn't go so bad as I had expected. I just can't  wait for next  week see what Marcel will throw at us this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1461450262236101315?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1461450262236101315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/tennis-coaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1461450262236101315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1461450262236101315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/tennis-coaching.html' title='Tennis Coaching'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-eY-eiQ1Xaa4/TrGukAbn9HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7nzC-Codrsc/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-03%2Bat%2B9.56.16%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4343009028425659297</id><published>2011-11-03T09:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:46:39.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrumptious Comets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPO3HaAjNv8/TrGrvp0cWBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/obTKxO4oXnI/s1600/IMG_3936.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPO3HaAjNv8/TrGrvp0cWBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/obTKxO4oXnI/s320/IMG_3936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670502241004181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCOjR7J7aNE/TrGrvTA4poI/AAAAAAAAANk/EvKT9mp7opw/s1600/IMG_3903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCOjR7J7aNE/TrGrvTA4poI/AAAAAAAAANk/EvKT9mp7opw/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670502234882352770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6445706624072045" style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Please make a circle” Miss Garden had said elegantly. Today Room 17 and Room 16 were going to make Comets. (Well not the real ones) The Ingredients that we were going to use, to make them was; Ice Cream, for the main big Ice Rock, Biscuits to mash up into chunks , Ice Cream cones also, and last but not least the Chocolate decorations as well as Hundreds and Thousands sprinkles. As I was waiting impatiently in line, my fingers were extremely eager to touch the fresh from the fridge ice cream. There were two flavours. Vanilla and Chocolate. I obviously chose chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Comets are made out of Ice and dust, kind of like a dirty snow ball. Did you also know that Comets can orbit the Solar System for at least 200 years, which is astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we were going to make our Comets was that we would get a nice round circle of Ice Cream, which would be the main body of the Comet. Then the biscuits would be for the bits of rock that are stuck inside and outside of a Comet. And the sprinkles would be for the dust that usually comes off of Comets. The cone, well that was for the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I had got my massive chunk of Ice Cream, I sprinted as fast as I could outside to where they were making the most mess I have ever seen. Outside they were putting the mashed biscuits mixed with sprinkles on to our Ice Cram. Making it look as dusty as real Comet looks like. The mess outside was horrifying, because the dust (sprinkles and biscuits) were dropping everywhere in our Courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, a sigh of relief covered my face. I had finished my beautiful Comet. To top it off after we were tossing it around with dust, we had to place the main body onto it’s tail, the cone. It looked superb and tasted superb as well.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went very well, except for the mess that Mr  Sommerville had made with both classes outside. Over all, everything was very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4343009028425659297?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4343009028425659297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/scrumptious-comets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4343009028425659297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4343009028425659297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/11/scrumptious-comets.html' title='Scrumptious Comets'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-NPO3HaAjNv8/TrGrvp0cWBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/obTKxO4oXnI/s72-c/IMG_3936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4254332756342925358</id><published>2011-10-27T10:31:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:39:52.355+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming With The Turtles In Samoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWHFHGoB6QQ/Tqh9YwAOseI/AAAAAAAAANY/wiLYeE_TNao/s1600/Turtles.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWHFHGoB6QQ/Tqh9YwAOseI/AAAAAAAAANY/wiLYeE_TNao/s320/Turtles.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667917995201966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  got the most amazing opportunity to visit the beautiful island of  Samoa. As I was just sitting there watching the turtles in fear thinking  about what will happen when I hop into the water, was so dumb of me. I  was wasting the most best chance of getting to swim with turtles.  Luckily me and my relatives went while the sun was setting. It was so  pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon  Rita come in they wont bite” my cousin named Peter yelled out in  Samoan. I could see the expression on his face was HAHA you scared  pants. Glancing to the right side of the shore I could see that my  other little cousin named Methra was riding on a turtle. She made me  look like a wuss because she is younger than me and she was already in. Out of the blue I stood up walked in and touched a baby turtle. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  suddenly somebody seized my hand and dragged me into the water. I was  so surprised to see that it was my one and only Auntie Sela it was so  lucky she was strong because she pigi banked me because I was so  scared. As I was on her back I could see how the Turtles treat each  other. I saw one turtle slap the other turtle in the face I felt sorry  for the one that got slapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  I was soaking my feet in the water, my cousin whose name was Cina asked  me if I wanted to feed the Turtles, and obviously I said yes straight  away.  This was the best opportunity ever. As I was getting handed the Yese, as they call the fruit in Samoan, I could see that the Turtles  were already eager to get some. Slink, the noise of the fruit being  sliced sounded like, the fruit I was feeding them was almost finished.  These Turtles are such fast eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  the time flew by the sun was almost set and it was getting darker. So  we ended our whole fun day with the best, feast, ever. Samoan  Saka  (which contained Taro), Fish, Chicken, Luau (Samoan food), and etc. So  that was just one day filled with fun I just couldn’t wait for the rest  of my week.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4254332756342925358?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4254332756342925358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming-with-turtles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4254332756342925358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4254332756342925358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming-with-turtles.html' title='Swimming With The Turtles In Samoa'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWHFHGoB6QQ/Tqh9YwAOseI/AAAAAAAAANY/wiLYeE_TNao/s72-c/Turtles.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6606312099094999825</id><published>2011-09-13T17:07:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:20:11.197+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Wales vs Samoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lV7Qp5kxTc/Tm72DE3LUDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fO_0_J2w3VM/s1600/Manu%2BSamoa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lV7Qp5kxTc/Tm72DE3LUDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fO_0_J2w3VM/s320/Manu%2BSamoa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651725115101761586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On September 18 on Sunday down in Hamilton, the game of Wales vs Samoa will be held at 3:30 pm. My prediction score of this will be,&lt;br /&gt;Wales: 23&lt;br /&gt;Samoa:45&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Wales but this is my prediction please forgive me. And I also think that Samoa might win the Rugby World Cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6606312099094999825?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6606312099094999825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/wales-vs-samoa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6606312099094999825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6606312099094999825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/wales-vs-samoa.html' title='Wales vs Samoa'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lV7Qp5kxTc/Tm72DE3LUDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fO_0_J2w3VM/s72-c/Manu%2BSamoa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3829203165937175537</id><published>2011-09-07T07:48:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:17:49.217+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hP479sLyYdo/TmZ_mB2CXdI/AAAAAAAAANI/K8WKly7SGWw/s1600/Tainui.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hP479sLyYdo/TmZ_mB2CXdI/AAAAAAAAANI/K8WKly7SGWw/s320/Tainui.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649343073889705426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to myself as I woke up this morning there is Cross Country today. Cross Country is when you get into your age group and run with all the children that are your age. But there obviously are boys races and girls races so we get separated. Oh man I remember last year my spot was not pretty. I really hope that this year my placing will be extremely better than last year. Thumbs up and I am hoping for a good place. Oh Yeah GO TAINUI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3829203165937175537?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3829203165937175537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/cross-country.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3829203165937175537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3829203165937175537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Makerita 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href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/rugby-world-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4606493879844974528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4606493879844974528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/rugby-world-cup.html' title='Rugby World Cup'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-2819284603197269418</id><published>2011-09-01T12:53:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:17:43.804+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the ASB Grounds and staying at the Chorus Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5uEi1dBB4/Tl8fsZpDVAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-82ObrEuKUA/s1600/image-186.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647267305403667458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5uEi1dBB4/Tl8fsZpDVAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-82ObrEuKUA/s320/image-186.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2xtz4GBp7A/Tl8fr6kBjLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HAHGouSF42o/s1600/image-187.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647267297061080242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2xtz4GBp7A/Tl8fr6kBjLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HAHGouSF42o/s320/image-187.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl-Kbw8nqhY/Tl8fdgiuBXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/m93Jj8UHFnk/s1600/image-188.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647267049558115698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl-Kbw8nqhY/Tl8fdgiuBXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/m93Jj8UHFnk/s320/image-188.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr Max Jacobsen, Mubasshira, Chante and I went to the ASB Show grounds in Greenlane.&lt;br /&gt;We went there because we had to pretty much be ambassadors for the school, outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 2011 some of our Pt England students worked at the Chorus stand demonstrating things we need USB for to help us learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stall where we helped out was at the Chorus stall.  It is the Company that is helping us to try to make our Broadband work way faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely fun because since Mr J was a hilarious clown we all had a heap of fun and made a lot of jokes. As we were there we had played a game. The point of the game was to try and get the most pamphlets. It was really hard because I thought that the pamphlets were only for adults and I was also way too shy to go up and get one.   Most of the stalls had at least a bowl full of candy. After we all had a turn to have a go me and Chante were being a little crazy and sucking up the helium gas that was in our balloons.  But yeah it was extremely fun and I wish to do it again some time. And thank you Mr J for the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2819284603197269418?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2819284603197269418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-to-asb-grounds-and-staying-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2819284603197269418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2819284603197269418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-to-asb-grounds-and-staying-at.html' title='Going to the ASB Grounds and staying at the Chorus Stand'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-3M5uEi1dBB4/Tl8fsZpDVAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-82ObrEuKUA/s72-c/image-186.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2624398332889078751</id><published>2011-09-01T10:47:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:34:31.796+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Historical Files about Camera's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKwpv0cq04g/TmP8PSTY2WI/AAAAAAAAANA/-aeA133IcIc/s1600/Variety%2Bof%2Bcolours.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKwpv0cq04g/TmP8PSTY2WI/AAAAAAAAANA/-aeA133IcIc/s320/Variety%2Bof%2Bcolours.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648635697194129762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.9161048952695122"  &gt;I  have been reading a story set in the future called Space Nuts Light  Speed by Simon Cooke. Just like in this story, I have written a  historical file about an object we use on earth, that someone could read  about in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Camera's are used to store photo's of any special occasion's and anything or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;In the future there will be a camera installed in peoples eyes so that they won't miss a single time of their life that is funny. Or Sad or anything. In the future people will be able to scan their finger prints over their eyes so that they can print straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2624398332889078751?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2624398332889078751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-been-reading-story-set-in-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2624398332889078751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2624398332889078751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-been-reading-story-set-in-future.html' title='Historical Files about Camera&apos;s'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-TKwpv0cq04g/TmP8PSTY2WI/AAAAAAAAANA/-aeA133IcIc/s72-c/Variety%2Bof%2Bcolours.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8838759343069754089</id><published>2011-08-30T14:06:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:28:48.456+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Digestive System</title><content type='html'>The beginning of this term the Extension Group had a task to research about the Digestive System. We did this to find out about how Healthy bodies look like and how malnourished bodies looked like as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bit in the movie is the Small intestine. It looks like sausages but really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;YUCK&lt;/span&gt; to eat. In an adults body it is about 7 meters long. And the fact that it lives in a humans body is astonishing. The small intestine (also known as small bowel) is the longest portion of the digestive track. It is also located in the abdomen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I would rate my movie 5 out of ten because my voice over is really bad. But over all for the whole team I would give it a 9 out of ten which is excellent. And one mark off because of me. It is quiete funny as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit back relax and enjoy your way through the journey of the GUTS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f6cbc1b4ea1560" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08f6cbc1b4ea1560%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CFEA9DB401DC95BECB052662F7F4200BA193041.ADA9D3048F85A5166132D6114B1A72E13A83750%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f6cbc1b4ea1560%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE6FWbi6KDWMvDGrnsqGT86vPYEg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08f6cbc1b4ea1560%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CFEA9DB401DC95BECB052662F7F4200BA193041.ADA9D3048F85A5166132D6114B1A72E13A83750%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f6cbc1b4ea1560%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE6FWbi6KDWMvDGrnsqGT86vPYEg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8838759343069754089?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8838759343069754089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/digestive-system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8838759343069754089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8838759343069754089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/digestive-system.html' title='Digestive System'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-8125042589915868773</id><published>2011-08-30T09:45:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:59:52.367+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: medium none; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col width="122"&gt;&lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Paragraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've attempted to write about one main idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 255, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I have a key idea in the first sentence with supporting details in the following sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've used sentences that are connected and build up the main idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Sentence Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've attempted to use more than one varied sentence beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 255, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've used some carefully chosen vocabulary/clauses as sentence beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've used carefully chosen vocabulary/clauses as sentence beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Variety of Sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've attempted to use a variety of sentence types, lengths or complexities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've used a variety of sentence types (.?!"") and sentence lengths and complexities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've carefully chosen a variety of sentence types, lengths &amp;amp; complexities to enhance the paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've attempted to use some clever vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 255, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've chosen some clever vocabulary and have tried to use it appropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I've carefully chosen clever vocabulary and have used it appropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px dotted rgb(170, 170, 170); vertical-align: top; padding: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.6735779322022677"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;As  we all were waiting impatiently to get a racket each, we had to learn  how to hold the racket first. We had to grip the racket loosely and we  had to act like we were shaking somebodies hand, which was quite  awkward. And we had to let our wrist move and nothing else. Laureen  taught us some of the ways we should hold it. One was the forehand it is  when we are trying to hit the shuttle really hard over the net or when  ever you like. Then there is a backhand when you would like to serve the  shuttle or just hit it randomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8125042589915868773?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8125042589915868773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/paragraph-1-2-3-content-ive-attempted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8125042589915868773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8125042589915868773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/paragraph-1-2-3-content-ive-attempted.html' title=''/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-5991357511153179285</id><published>2011-08-25T11:53:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:35:44.063+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Turtle Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="https://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=dggkbdbs_41gh78c3zs" frameborder="0" height="342" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reading group has been learning to find information from a range or sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This presentation is about Sea Turtles, and shares facts I learnt about each species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5991357511153179285?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5991357511153179285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/turtle-facts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5991357511153179285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5991357511153179285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/turtle-facts.html' title='Turtle Facts'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-2209766398169632877</id><published>2011-08-24T12:51:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:01:25.301+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="background-   ;color:;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.15375926322303712"   style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4mCkadS5q0/TlRLzgcBo6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/dUJIxSIQC4k/s320/IMG_2445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644219581254968226" /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;When I walked past the hall, I saw that there were other classes playing a sport called Badminton which I haven’t heard of till it was Room seventeens turn to have a go. As soon as the tutor walked in through the doors of the hall, my hands started to tingle because they couldn’t stand any longer with out holding that racket. Anyways, when our tutor sat on the stage she introduced herself. Her name was Laureen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As we all were waiting impatiently to get a racket each, we had to learn how to hold the racket first. We had to grip the racket loosely and we had to act like we were shaking somebodies hand, which was quite awkward. And we had to let our wrist move noting else. Laureen taught us some of the ways we should hold it. One was the forehand it is when we are trying to hit the shuttle really hard over the net or when ever you like. Then there is a backhand when you would like to serve the shuttle or just hit it randomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally the time had come to get our rackets. Everybody swung them around like those light sabers off Star Wars. But sooner or later each and every one of us got the hang of it. So then we started off by absorbing the shuttle and where abouts we should hit it. The shuttle has a plastic bottom with feathers to help it to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later we had to pair up with buddies. I paired up with Logan. He was not that good and neither was I. We kept on hitting the shuttle to far, to short, and sometimes we didn’t even hit the shuttle. But we did not mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After playing around with buddies we got to have a little game before we left. Laureen our tutor split our class in half. When that was sorted, we had to make a large circle and get five shuttles each. So the aim of the game was to have good grip on the racket and the way you should hit the shuttle. In the middle of the big circle was a bin for the shuttles to fly in to. Half of the class stood up the other sat down. And obviously some of us were good some were not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At the end of the session I fest proud of myself because I hit two shuttles in the bin and because I had lots of fun. I can’t wait for next week if we play that game again I promise my self I would have improved even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2209766398169632877?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2209766398169632877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/badminton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2209766398169632877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2209766398169632877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-B4mCkadS5q0/TlRLzgcBo6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/dUJIxSIQC4k/s72-c/IMG_2445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3746130186482740442</id><published>2011-08-04T10:18:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:38:10.043+12:00</updated><title type='text'>RWC competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyZ5WmelcOA/TjnNwxDT72I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ww_g6Z4rIRw/s1600/Trophy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyZ5WmelcOA/TjnNwxDT72I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ww_g6Z4rIRw/s320/Trophy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636762646315528034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the good things and the bad things about New Zealnd hosting the Rugby World Cup are...... First the good things about it, we get a lot of tourists from all over the world. Secondly New Zealand could collect a heap of money from all the tickets people buy. Thirdly most of that money will head towards Christchurch and the terror they are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bad things firstly after game parties it will get seriously wild. Secondly drugs might come into our country from around the world. Thirdly people hate when their team looses and then they will take it out on the referees. Fourthly New Zealand might loose the World Cup and if they do it is all because THEY DID NOT KEEP THEIR EYE'S ON THE BALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3746130186482740442?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3746130186482740442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/rwc-competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3746130186482740442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3746130186482740442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/08/rwc-competition.html' title='RWC competition'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-AyZ5WmelcOA/TjnNwxDT72I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ww_g6Z4rIRw/s72-c/Trophy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3909786469135319692</id><published>2011-07-18T12:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:50:48.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY YAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne6HFi1IfJA/TjCjHMxR2aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q-UMQF524I0/s1600/Birthday%2BCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634182477922818466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne6HFi1IfJA/TjCjHMxR2aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q-UMQF524I0/s320/Birthday%2BCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday, not much people came but it was nice and sweet. For my birthday present I woke up to see my sister bring in a tray of breakfast for me. I thought that it was so unusual because she is always so jealous about me when I get something but today she was my, I would say, servant which was really wierd but it was real fun. My dad was not there so it was't as extreme as last year. Last year I woke up to find twenty dollars in my wallet and a lot of lunch. But this year I only got a really yummy birthday cake that me and my friend baked. It was so delicious that I only had a little slice of it. The next day when I woke up andwas going to have a slice it was all gone I was so surprised. But I could bake myself another one because I had twenty dollars again but yeah.I can't wait for next year. 12 is really special for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3909786469135319692?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3909786469135319692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3909786469135319692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3909786469135319692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday-yay.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY YAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne6HFi1IfJA/TjCjHMxR2aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q-UMQF524I0/s72-c/Birthday%2BCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-1294263834500820021</id><published>2011-07-12T10:52:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:54:30.375+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KBjHCjrG34/Tht_EMXy4qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c_ZqxIlyI9Y/s1600/IMG_2013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KBjHCjrG34/Tht_EMXy4qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c_ZqxIlyI9Y/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628231869346800290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;This is my Flag that represents me and what I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1294263834500820021?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1294263834500820021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1294263834500820021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1294263834500820021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-flag.html' title='My Flag'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KBjHCjrG34/Tht_EMXy4qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c_ZqxIlyI9Y/s72-c/IMG_2013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6151549536122109341</id><published>2011-07-11T10:47:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:36:42.098+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuassive Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fdUQ5PJjjk/ThtqGZND2ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/l9Rzs_Aq6SU/s1600/rubric.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fdUQ5PJjjk/ThtqGZND2ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/l9Rzs_Aq6SU/s320/rubric.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628208817406990738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a Rubric that my classmate Darius has marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.43011318410707033"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room  17 needs an Extreme Make Over URGENTLY for their court yard. There are  many reasons for this. In Winter we have to close the fields all the  time and people get squashed on the court yards. Secondly the year seven  and eight block have taken up most of the hard court space which means  less space and more squished people. Thirdly, not much children play  around our courtyard because of its plain looks. This is why we need to  improve our courtyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In  Winter, most kids do not have access to the fields because they are  mostly closed. Which means, that all kids have to get squished on the hard courts, and in the  breeze and also on the playground as well. In the breeze a lot of boys  and girls like to play with their cards, so you can imagine what it is like.CHILDREN  EVERY WHERE! It also means that we get squished even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ever  since the Intermediate block has moved in, it has taken up most of the  hard court space that used to be there. Kids now have to get put up with  fights most days because of the cramped conditions. Unfortunately older  kids like to hang around the so called street, which is the  Intermediate block. We have found out that year seven and eights like to  just sit around and talk. So they don’t really use up the space that is  around the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Unfortunately  Room seventeen's court yard is unattractive. Kids do not like to play  around here. It isn’t a kids attraction like a tourist attraction  because of all the marks and scrapes across the walls. Besides that, it  has a hideous drain in the middle of it which causes people to not play  here. And it is also to small for everyone to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These are just a couple of reasons why we need an Extreme Make Over, you should see it for yourself. We need it and fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6151549536122109341?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6151549536122109341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/pursuassive-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6151549536122109341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6151549536122109341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/pursuassive-writing.html' title='Pursuassive Writing'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-8fdUQ5PJjjk/ThtqGZND2ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/l9Rzs_Aq6SU/s72-c/rubric.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8485626908996703809</id><published>2011-07-07T10:48:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:00:53.843+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDO2ERwlzKQ/ThToyD8lw7I/AAAAAAAAALo/GFRseWYGTas/s1600/Tail%2BOf%2Bthe%2BGecko.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDO2ERwlzKQ/ThToyD8lw7I/AAAAAAAAALo/GFRseWYGTas/s320/Tail%2BOf%2Bthe%2BGecko.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626377781243134898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I have found out about Geckos.&lt;br /&gt;It was made on a little website called Wordle.&lt;br /&gt;If you have time you could check it out. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8485626908996703809?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8485626908996703809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-i-have-found-out-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8485626908996703809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8485626908996703809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-i-have-found-out-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDO2ERwlzKQ/ThToyD8lw7I/AAAAAAAAALo/GFRseWYGTas/s72-c/Tail%2BOf%2Bthe%2BGecko.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4166908577851043650</id><published>2011-06-27T10:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:47:38.997+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving it a Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEXZhlyNHsM/Tge32J1GTxI/AAAAAAAAALg/CCZXHgHAnLo/s1600/Makerita%2BGiving%2Bit%2Ba%2BShot.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEXZhlyNHsM/Tge32J1GTxI/AAAAAAAAALg/CCZXHgHAnLo/s320/Makerita%2BGiving%2Bit%2Ba%2BShot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622664800774803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have done a story web and it looks fantastic. It has been really easy for me because it gets your work done faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4166908577851043650?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4166908577851043650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/giving-it-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4166908577851043650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4166908577851043650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/giving-it-shot.html' title='Giving it a Shot'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEXZhlyNHsM/Tge32J1GTxI/AAAAAAAAALg/CCZXHgHAnLo/s72-c/Makerita%2BGiving%2Bit%2Ba%2BShot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2599580078591193196</id><published>2011-06-21T12:25:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:28:35.812+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Compensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6vpwH0CvgE/Tf_lOolVGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/IvBO01RyWX4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B12.23.00%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6vpwH0CvgE/Tf_lOolVGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/IvBO01RyWX4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B12.23.00%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620462899556587538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Room 17's Hexagon group in maths are learning how to do Compensation. This is a poster informing you how to do this in math strategy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2599580078591193196?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2599580078591193196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/compensation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2599580078591193196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2599580078591193196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/compensation.html' title='Compensation'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-k6vpwH0CvgE/Tf_lOolVGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/IvBO01RyWX4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B12.23.00%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3765744356470578722</id><published>2011-06-17T10:13:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:04:38.461+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Partly Cloudy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1NS70-GG2o/TfqG_lVA2iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1p3kX8EjIlc/s1600/Stork.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1NS70-GG2o/TfqG_lVA2iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1p3kX8EjIlc/s320/Stork.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618951912008243746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie review is called Partly Cloudy. The characters in the story are a Stork,Clouds and Animals.This short movie begins on the earth. At first the storks are delivering presents to human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main action is when the stork leaves his owner which is cloud. His owner thinks that his stork is going to another cloud. The short movie ends happily, the cloud just finds out that his stork is just going to get some protection for all the crazy things his owner is going to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate this movie a 9 out of 10 because it is so nice. I think I could never make a movie like it. It is a short and sweet little clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3765744356470578722?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3765744356470578722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/partly-cloudy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3765744356470578722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3765744356470578722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/partly-cloudy.html' title='Partly Cloudy'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-r1NS70-GG2o/TfqG_lVA2iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1p3kX8EjIlc/s72-c/Stork.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2078548576976719300</id><published>2011-06-14T11:48:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:48:14.945+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Maker Over Coutyard Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3-MM6n9EdI/TfauV8j6z5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ooanrfK_syM/s1600/image-019.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3-MM6n9EdI/TfauV8j6z5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ooanrfK_syM/s320/image-019.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617869277248540562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-antyGKJDRUo/TfauVUxoesI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZA5QU3yO-rQ/s1600/image-017.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-antyGKJDRUo/TfauVUxoesI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZA5QU3yO-rQ/s320/image-017.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617869266568641218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room seventeen has the opportunity to change and customize our courtyard. In our spare times we have been having technology classes with Miss Ouano. It has been really cool. We had to choose three things we would add in to our courtyard plan. One of the things  me an my partner, Vivienne, have decided to add was a basketball hoop. We chose this because we would like some kids to play in our courtyard, and so that it is not just a little place for us to just walk around in. I want the space to play in instead of walk. I play netball, and basketball hoops are good to practice with shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of this was $40.00. That is pretty cheap. We all had to search up online at places that have like;wood, outdoor furniture, basketball hoops and all of the above. The place I had found the basketball hoops on was The Warehouse. They  will deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing we had decided to add on to our plan was Picnic Tables. We had chose this because we girls and boys are sick and tired of having prickles on our bottoms. It hurts. And so that we can put our food on a table and eat properly on a table. The table had cost $480.00 which is a lot and it would come already set up. I had found the table on Trade Me and of-course they would deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last but not least was flowers. I wanted flowers so that it would beautify our courtyard. The best thing was that we could plant it instead of a already planted flower. It had been supplied on The Warehouse page again. It will be delivered by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have finished designing our courtyard I wish they have one of my ideas in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2078548576976719300?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2078548576976719300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/extreme-maker-over-coutyard-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2078548576976719300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2078548576976719300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/extreme-maker-over-coutyard-edition.html' title='Extreme Maker Over Coutyard Edition'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-W3-MM6n9EdI/TfauV8j6z5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ooanrfK_syM/s72-c/image-019.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-9148664432546718233</id><published>2011-06-02T14:13:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:47:12.388+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Men and Women (  I Am Making Movies 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24297116?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; This movie is about a family that has been struggling in life. The mother of the family has to put up with being with her children all alone, because their father had go to war, and the most worst bit is that they have a farm. Every day it gets harder and harder for the mother. I think it will be best if you watch the movie yourself. It is better that way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you do the Actors in this story are;Litia,Isara and Jonita. (Children)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mother)Makerita  (Father)Darius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor:Litia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24297116"&gt;Brave men AND women&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6045061"&gt;SchoolTV&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-9148664432546718233?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/9148664432546718233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/brave-men-and-women-i-am-making-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9148664432546718233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9148664432546718233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/06/brave-men-and-women-i-am-making-movies.html' title='Brave Men and Women (  I Am Making Movies 2)'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-2456072549016510736</id><published>2011-05-31T12:20:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:22:22.053+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No Swimming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5778542135376483" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you like swimming? Well I do not. I only like it when we get to splash around. Today was the first day of swimming for 2011, for room 17. As we were entering the pools ,I could feel my fingers trembling with fear ,knowing that I was going to drown. Then I said to myself, think positive Rita. You can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As soon as I was in front of the line I decided to hop in the pool. When I hit rock bottom I started to struggle breathing. It felt like my lungs were going to explode. We had to stay in the nice and cool pool no matter what. And It was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The things I had to improve on the last couple of days for swimming was, my flimsy arms. As I started swimming I did notice my arms were quiet sloppy, but hey this is not my sport. When I was in the front of the line again, Mr Marks said I need to have straight legs. I started to groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My third time round I think I improved because Mr Marks didn’t say anything. I felt really proud of myself. As soon as I hit the end, my lungs started to burst with rage. I didn’t take many breaths. All of a sudden I heard a cheer. What was that? I said to myself. People came rushing down to the end of the pool, where I was. I accidentally screamed because it looked like a water stampede was heading my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At the end of the day I was really impressed by myself. 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The movie was set in a small Greek village, where two octopus  were in love. As you would know it would be a female and a male. The  main action in the film, is I would think, fighting for their soul  mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I  think that the moral of the story was to never interfere with a strong  relationship. I would recommend this movie to people who are madly in  love. It can help them to pick up their feet, and help each other if  they are in need of help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-9133776554001850249?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/9133776554001850249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/octopodi-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9133776554001850249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/9133776554001850249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/octopodi-movie-review.html' title='Octopodi  Movie Review'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VJ15sCQFRI/TeLDd_UYrKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SeVho7Du8Gg/s72-c/Octopodi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5563849250230667062</id><published>2011-05-27T19:24:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:33:43.935+12:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Hour Famine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ve_iN09N9A/Td9TgfE0F1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MkFrcGchhYk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.31.44%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ve_iN09N9A/Td9TgfE0F1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MkFrcGchhYk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.31.44%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611295478289536850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="background- margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px;   color:;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6263442975468934"  style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;27th of May the 20 Hour Famine kicked off for Pt England School. The people who had participated had to stop eating at 12 o’clock noon. Right now as I am typing this, I am so hungry. I have just finished watching some movies about kids in East Timor, and it is horrible. This month is The Hungry Month for there village. Right now I feel so sorry for them. I am so tired. We are in the I.C.T room now. I am so tired. I think I would post the rest tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5563849250230667062?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5563849250230667062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/40-hour-famine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5563849250230667062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5563849250230667062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/40-hour-famine.html' title='40 Hour Famine'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-9Ve_iN09N9A/Td9TgfE0F1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MkFrcGchhYk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.31.44%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6546343747449511366</id><published>2011-05-27T10:43:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:55:00.929+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellington Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1R4S0seQDr4/TjClSzzRg7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GznKae0dpfQ/s1600/Te%2BPapa%2BMuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634184876401984434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1R4S0seQDr4/TjClSzzRg7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GznKae0dpfQ/s320/Te%2BPapa%2BMuseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fourth favorite bit about Te Papa was the High Ride. It was so cool. It felt like we were in the persons body who was in the screen. Man it was the first time the boys screamed louder than the girls.When it came to screaming, this time the boys had beaten the girls. Except for Mr Burt. They were so excited that it looked like they were going to fall off the ride. Right now while I am writing this, it feels like I am still on the ride. Mrs Burt was just relaxing. The next time I go down to Wellington I am sure to visit Te Papa Museum again. Just for the learning and for the rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6546343747449511366?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6546343747449511366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/wellington-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6546343747449511366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6546343747449511366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/wellington-part-3.html' title='Wellington Part 3'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-1R4S0seQDr4/TjClSzzRg7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GznKae0dpfQ/s72-c/Te%2BPapa%2BMuseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8846416277828799864</id><published>2011-05-26T14:29:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:47:28.230+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Wellington Part 2</title><content type='html'>As soon as we got to the top, the ride was over. My eyes were shocked. I didn’t really know that Wellington was that big. It was so beautiful. The sun was dimming down, so a couple of lights were turned on. It looked like Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ding, ding.” The bells were warning us that the cable car was going to board. After we took a couple of more photo’s we entered the cable car. I was sort of tired from the walking. Litia and Vivienne were up and awake with Chant’e. The boys were just playing boxing shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we exited the cable car we saw a Van waiting for us. It felt like the day was over. But it wasn’t. We still had the Koru Lounge to expect. It was quiet a long ride to get back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;As we were entering the Airport I heard my stomach grumble even though I wasn’t hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koru Lounge was packed. I forgot why but it was packed. There was loads of food that I was fool with just a little plate of food. It was so cool because we got to pick what drink we wanted and desert. The best bit was desert and that we could access the Internet as well. "407 can you please start boarding 407 can you please start boarding, thank you." said the loud speakers.&lt;br /&gt;We all started moaning but it was what we had to do. I sneaked back to the desert and took a Hokey Pokey cookie. They were so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please fasten your seat belt the plane is about to depart"said the Pilot. Bye Wellington, bye Tepapa, bye big stone at the museum, bye everyone I thought. I wish we could come for a school trip all for free. Over all the best bit of the day was..........................&lt;br /&gt;HAVING TO PRESENT TO ALL THE PEOPLE.(and the desert in the Koru Lounge)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next time I go.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24206751" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24206751"&gt;Pt England Kids at TUANZ TELCO Day&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3693343"&gt;KPE TV&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&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/8792425460860810997-8846416277828799864?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8846416277828799864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-wellington-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8846416277828799864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8846416277828799864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-wellington-part-2.html' title='Beautiful Wellington Part 2'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-3227072294815061493</id><published>2011-05-26T12:29:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:42:20.927+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellington'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Wellington Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qI1iALPMxE/Td7XF5mN6YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PE9O2W5mX1Q/s1600/P1000100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qI1iALPMxE/Td7XF5mN6YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PE9O2W5mX1Q/s320/P1000100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611158682110650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.5155946013353778"  &gt;Thursday  19th of May 2011, Pt England Ambassadors went down to the beautiful  Wellington. Getting on the plane was such fun because we had to do our  boarding passes. As we were looking for the gate we entered a place  where we were supposed to be. It was a V.I.P area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After  having I would say breakfast we were off. Getting on the plane was  really exciting. When we were on the plane we were nudging in through  the isle. “Please take a seat” said the flight attendant. While we were  sitting on the plane we were so excited and nervous at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As  the plane landed I could feel the butterflies start to come. Soon we  were at the place where we were going to be presenting. A couple of  minutes later we were on the High Ride. It is I would say the best ride I  had ever been on. It was like a Motion Master. Bang my head thwacked on  the head of the chair, the ride was over. After all the screaming we  found ourself sitting in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As  we were all waiting behind the black curtain, my butterflies started to  come back back. My heart started to thump harder and harder as we were  walking on the stage. Believe it or not I found myself standing center  of the stage speaking with ease. I got distracted from all the cameras  that I nearly said the wrong words. Thank you lord. My turn was over.  “No Reira Tena Kouto Tena Kouto Tena Kouto Katoa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thump  Thump Thump my heart was back to normal. Soon we were off again to the  cable cars. We had to walk all the way there. It was worth it because we  did get to see the city with our own eyes. My legs felt like they were  going to fall off. Finally my legs came to an end. We were sitting on  the cable cars. As we were getting to the middle of the rails, the other  cable car was coming straight towards us. It felt like we were going to  crash. But we didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gI8nLCTV7_VAFqnen1IwFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WutPUlG-v4M/Td2gImrM60I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pVPgKIi6XYY/s144/P1000147.JPG" height="108" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112473207047242179854/WonderfulWellington?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Wonderful Wellington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3227072294815061493?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3227072294815061493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-wellington.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3227072294815061493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3227072294815061493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-wellington.html' title='Beautiful Wellington Part 1'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-5qI1iALPMxE/Td7XF5mN6YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PE9O2W5mX1Q/s72-c/P1000100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2080013007268891671</id><published>2011-05-25T10:39:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:54:35.883+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Country Like Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.11173537891603258"  &gt;Population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Iran            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Population  in Iran is 77million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In New Zealand it is only 4 million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Iran's education is about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 year pre-elementry school (all off the children of age 6 must start studying in that age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5 years of elementry school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3 years of guidence school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;3 years of high school. (to gain 3 years diploma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 year of pre-university school to gain the certificate of going to university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;after  all these years there is a very difficult testing multiple choice exam  to qualify the student to study at universities. ( which Iranians call  it Konkoor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Read more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_education_in_Iran_like#ixzz1MeUGQRVq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_education_in_Iran_like#ixzz1MeUGQRVq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;New Zealand is ranked 7th for International Student Asesment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We have 6 years of Pre School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2 years of intermidiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5 years of college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3 years of university and 1 or 2 years of studying extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li   style="list-style-type: disc; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Persian, Luri, Gilaki and Mazandarani 58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li   style="list-style-type: disc; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Azeri and other Turkic languages 26%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li   style="list-style-type: disc; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kurdish 9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li   style="list-style-type: disc; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Balochi 1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li   style="list-style-type: disc; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Arabic 1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Read more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_language_do_people_in_Iran_speak#ixzz1MeZmmlzA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_language_do_people_in_Iran_speak#ixzz1MeZmmlzA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  Islamic Republic is the title of Iran , but there is no republicity in  Iran because there is no democracy in Iran. The mullas are just rulling  the country with the old fashioned rules of Quran (the religious book of  Islam sience 14 centuries ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  Islamic Republic is the title of Iran , but there is no republicity in  Iran because there is no democracy in Iran. The mullas are just rulling  the country with the old fashioned rules of Quran (the religious book of  Islam sience 14 centuries ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Read more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_government_for_Iran#ixzz1Mea5cvNr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_government_for_Iran#ixzz1Mea5cvNr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F112473207047242179854%2Falbumid%2F5612270366245415089%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2080013007268891671?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2080013007268891671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/country-like-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2080013007268891671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2080013007268891671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/country-like-mine.html' title='A Country Like Mine'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-1470395578596994818</id><published>2011-05-25T10:03:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:07:56.855+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Redesigning My Netbook Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UcSuS9gRcg/Tdwrq9bmMZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qzR1QQz2OUU/s1600/image-016.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UcSuS9gRcg/Tdwrq9bmMZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qzR1QQz2OUU/s320/image-016.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610407252841607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.5798601683718448"  &gt;Pop  pop pop the idea’s came whizzing through my head. Today room 17 had to  redesign our net-book bags using the tool bar called B.A.R. My net book  bag looked sort of cranky so that is why I added an I-pad on the front  of it and installed a Mp3 on the side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bigger  was the handle bar. I extended it so that you wont have to carry it  around all day. I added on a I pad because it would make everything a  lot more fun, and it would make you more of a techie person. Putting an  Mp3 was from my own Idea, I added it so that I won’t get board while  doing my work. Last but not least I replaced the zips with a finger  print lock so that no one can steal my net-book. I love these i-dea’s  only if it were true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1470395578596994818?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1470395578596994818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/redesigning-my-netbook-bag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1470395578596994818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1470395578596994818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/redesigning-my-netbook-bag.html' title='Redesigning My Netbook Bag'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UcSuS9gRcg/Tdwrq9bmMZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qzR1QQz2OUU/s72-c/image-016.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-315044990076437146</id><published>2011-05-24T10:30:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:42:06.528+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble Challenge part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRAJXeMxQvQ/Tdrh5tzPi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/pBibG6YDwdg/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRAJXeMxQvQ/Tdrh5tzPi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/pBibG6YDwdg/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610044667506690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ-iOpep5aQ/TdrgU9CzImI/AAAAAAAAACo/-Qmze8p2rN4/s320/Marble%2BTrack.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610042936431682146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2dZDeUoPjs/Tdrh46ZZjfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lEOkq-8Urv8/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG" onblur="try {.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2dZDeUoPjs/Tdrh46ZZjfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lEOkq-8Urv8/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610044653708086770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.15209242285763258"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ten  pieces of paper isn’t much for my group. My group has decided to do 2  right angles, because we had to. Me and Shoal were to roll the pieces of  paper and Ashleigh, well she just had to sort out the cello tape. All  three of us were to test out whether our invention succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What we did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The  creating of our invention was not quiet the best. We did not stick to  the plan nor did we stick to our roles. I think we mucked up because we  changed the whole plan through our heads, and thought it would be  better. But it didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;color:;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-315044990076437146?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/315044990076437146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/marble-challenge-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/315044990076437146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/315044990076437146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/marble-challenge-part-2.html' title='Marble Challenge part 2'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-sRAJXeMxQvQ/Tdrh5tzPi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/pBibG6YDwdg/s72-c/IMG_1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4221697998717395826</id><published>2011-05-04T10:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:46:21.111+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICT Makerita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My reading group have been learing how to use Picaso. We have learnt how to make slideshows and how to put it on our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4221697998717395826?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4221697998717395826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-reading-group-have-been-learing-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4221697998717395826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4221697998717395826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-reading-group-have-been-learing-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-146602949181218739</id><published>2011-05-04T09:33:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:48:24.204+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for the best introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zU2Z2PKqU0/TcnczNOuujI/AAAAAAAAACg/BcyoAHlPvdQ/s1600/Flake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zU2Z2PKqU0/TcnczNOuujI/AAAAAAAAACg/BcyoAHlPvdQ/s320/Flake.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605253983522175538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Room 17 had to write 2 paragraphs to show what we had to do to inform you,about what we did for our Easter Holiday's. If you want to vote please use the commenting box.  Please comment and vote which is the best paragraph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please choose wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chocolate,  Chocolate, Chocolate! The moment I got my big box of chocolate, I  started UN-Boxing it. My saliva started to fire up. When I see chocolate  I can’t be held back. Then all of a sudden I heard my Uncle Mark enter  the house. (His House) Oh I forgot to tell you that I was in the  beautiful  Tawa, near Porirua at the time. Anyways my Uncle Mark said  “Guys you are not allowed to eat them right now you will have to eat  them tonight, when everyone does.” I gave him a big frown. But I didn’t  really mind because, in the end I will still end up eating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do  you like chocolate? I love chocolate, and that is all I can say about  that. My family beside parents, have a passion for chocolate. When ever  my sisters eat them, they can’t stop eating it. So I for one think that  they are Chocoholic. One of my brothers likes it ,BUT, not loves it.  Some times when I go to the dentist and they say that I am not allowed  to eat chocolate or sweets, I feel really ,really ,really depressed. Oh I  forgot that I am a chocoholic too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-789ea76b85dc7219" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D789ea76b85dc7219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6DD195A478B1A501037F11A1FC8E80136FCB79.18B2154BDE21DDCE58D1ADB1C2C26E139122EE8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D789ea76b85dc7219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdeVtZcyEp3NDGeTFKjFbSW7Dfvg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D789ea76b85dc7219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6DD195A478B1A501037F11A1FC8E80136FCB79.18B2154BDE21DDCE58D1ADB1C2C26E139122EE8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D789ea76b85dc7219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdeVtZcyEp3NDGeTFKjFbSW7Dfvg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-146602949181218739?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/146602949181218739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-fantastic-easter-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/146602949181218739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/146602949181218739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-fantastic-easter-holidays.html' title='Vote for the best introduction'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/--zU2Z2PKqU0/TcnczNOuujI/AAAAAAAAACg/BcyoAHlPvdQ/s72-c/Flake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-7677502252323507093</id><published>2011-04-23T19:00:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:43:14.682+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wellington</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wellington well it's cold but at the same time, it is nice and cool too. I am not exactly in Wellington I am in Porirua. I am having the best time down here at Wellington. Today (Saturday the 23rd of April) was so cool. I had loads of fun with my cousins. Their names are; Sina and Tiana. 13 and 14. We went with other relatives to the shopping centre of Porirua. K-mart was so packed that most of the things that were on sale were completely sweeped off of the benches. Most of the people were in the food court. Anyways back to me. After I shoped till I droped ,I sort of had the feeling that, when I go back to Auckland I really know that my sisters will be all over my new clothes. As I was speaking to my sister on the phone she went on bragging about it. She said to tell my Auntie that her birthday was coming up, and when is me and Nive's turn.So that's all from me today. I can't wait for tomorrow. EASTER EGGS!Sorry but I do not have any photo's of Porirua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7677502252323507093?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7677502252323507093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/wonderful-wellington.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7677502252323507093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7677502252323507093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/wonderful-wellington.html' title='Wonderful Wellington'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-405971305777938048</id><published>2011-04-14T10:47:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:52:25.923+12:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><content type='html'>I am sorry if there is a long black scene in the end.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f42b5bc6bd6c86d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f42b5bc6bd6c86d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D191199B656EB2A95CD4B42C8D2427F91D8289D97.312F3601F86D3AEA674006CA1769F6AE496815%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f42b5bc6bd6c86d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnPHrHAkS2qT-uMnQ5kjc7-fpSEc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f42b5bc6bd6c86d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D191199B656EB2A95CD4B42C8D2427F91D8289D97.312F3601F86D3AEA674006CA1769F6AE496815%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f42b5bc6bd6c86d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnPHrHAkS2qT-uMnQ5kjc7-fpSEc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-405971305777938048?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/405971305777938048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/405971305777938048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/405971305777938048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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-8792425460860810997.post-1972313639715864142</id><published>2011-04-11T12:18:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:22:42.717+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Family Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6QEJ5lnQP4/TaJJf1pWNZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/exKbZUSFewo/s1600/Coffin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6QEJ5lnQP4/TaJJf1pWNZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/exKbZUSFewo/s320/Coffin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594114498472850834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.06512233875650619"  &gt;In  the weekends on a Sunday, me and my family went to my uncle’s family  service. I hate it when I go to family services because you cry, and  last night it was the crying sort of ones. My uncles name was Lamese. He  was really cool in fact I am getting a little emotional even writing  about it. I really think that it is really sad because, he died two days  before his birthday. My uncle his son was there at the hospital to  witness his last breaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One  time I slept over their house. It was really fun because we done lots  Sleep over games. The family Service was at my Church. The Church of  Jesus Christ, Latter Day Saints. I really don’t want any more people  from my family dying. Lamese’s family service was really cool and sad at  the same time. All relatives had to speak. I was one of the lucky ones  to not get to speak. All of his brothers and sister’s, my auntie and  uncle’s had to speak. Nearly all of them cried in fact yeah they all  cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  saddest bit of them all was when they had to carry the coffin out and  take it away. We had to leave early and miss the best bit which were the  Refreshments. (More like dinner.)My dad wanted to leave early to stay  behind the car that had the coffin in it. But in the end we ended up  turning in to a different road from the car that had the coffin in it.  We said our final fair well ,and turned in to our street. It was really  sad till I saw my little baby cousin which lit my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1972313639715864142?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1972313639715864142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1972313639715864142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1972313639715864142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-service.html' title='Family Service'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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/-p6QEJ5lnQP4/TaJJf1pWNZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/exKbZUSFewo/s72-c/Coffin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2469779517594207996</id><published>2011-04-08T14:39:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:45:26.790+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3pnW37hvVw/TZ52UYtyVGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEbui63uazM/s1600/image-005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3pnW37hvVw/TZ52UYtyVGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEbui63uazM/s320/image-005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593037879844688994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.02198916577090293"  &gt;My  poster is a inspiration to me because everything that I drew is very  important to me. My School is Pt England. This is a very special school.  I drew the word Joy because I am always happy. Every single day. Red  and Yellow are my favourite colour’s that come from my heart. I love the  pattern that I drew because it is a traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Apia  Samoa is my Island. I haven’t finished my drawing but I still think  that it is beautiful the way it is. I love my beach's in Samoa. I chose  the colour green because it is a colour to me that reminds of Samoa. I  drew a coconut tree because it means a lot to me. My Grandfather had  been killed from one. I drew a Fale Samoa because Fale’s are everywhere  in Samoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can’t wait till I make more art work next Term with Miss Muliaumaseali’i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2469779517594207996?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2469779517594207996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-beautiful-poster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2469779517594207996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2469779517594207996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-beautiful-poster.html' title='My Beautiful Poster'/><author><name>Makerita I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17839761458120908829</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3pnW37hvVw/TZ52UYtyVGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEbui63uazM/s72-c/image-005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8715236237744034450</id><published>2011-03-31T10:36:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:07:40.998+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opo Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKYiAD3dlkk/TZOoFOabelI/AAAAAAAACKI/GIv9K7zG8s0/s1600/Dolphins.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKYiAD3dlkk/TZOoFOabelI/AAAAAAAACKI/GIv9K7zG8s0/s320/Dolphins.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589996370218678866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" id="internal-source-marker_0.04502041887175523"   &gt;1. Because nobody would harass her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    He didn’t mind being famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    He loved it when people would pat her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   He liked the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. School or Pod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. Quiet interesting and not quiet good. People could use him for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. Like there were trees and bushes around. It was wet and the tent was soggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. 64 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. Does She bite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Does she swim with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Does she like it when you pat her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Where does she like to play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;7.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                       Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Rounded dorsal fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                swim up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;                Intelligent animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                dolphins can surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Their ears are on the side of their heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Dolphins have live babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Similarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                They both swim fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                They live in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                They both hunt for food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                They prefer warm water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                They both eat fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Sharks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Dorsal fin is straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Swim back and forth motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                     Sharks are fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Sharks gills are on their sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Sharks have eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Have two scenes that other fishes do not have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8715236237744034450?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8715236237744034450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-opo-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8715236237744034450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8715236237744034450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-opo-summer.html' title='My Opo Summer'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKYiAD3dlkk/TZOoFOabelI/AAAAAAAACKI/GIv9K7zG8s0/s72-c/Dolphins.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8130067261523037522</id><published>2011-03-29T10:31:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:52:11.695+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do Babies need more sleep than Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;color:;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:14pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.41061460637146985"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why  do babies need more sleep than adults? This is because &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=baby&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g2g-s1g7&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt;babies&lt;/a&gt; need to  grow two times faster than grown ups , so they need more sleep than the  usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;When  babies are &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=newly+born+babies&amp;amp;aq=o&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt;newly born&lt;/a&gt; ,all they need  to do is to sleep and eat. As  babies Sleep they grow two times faster than walking 3 year old babies.  Little babies don’t need much sleep but they do need more sleep than  Grown ups. They do very little compared to bigger babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Grown  ups have to have a good period of sleep too. When they go to have a  rest ,their &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=worn+out+cells+in+a+human&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt;cells that are worn out&lt;/a&gt; ,are busy being repaired. As long as  they get a good amount of sleep, they will be ready and energized for  work the next day. So as you can see Adults need some sleep to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Adults  and babies have a different schedule for food. Adults need food to  energize them for work. Babies need milk or proper food  for their &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=mucles+bones&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt; muscles and bones&lt;/a&gt; to grow. And since they are running around between the  age of 1 and 2 ,they surely need healthy food. Babies have a nice  schedule for food and sleeping. I sort of wish I were a baby again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8130067261523037522?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8130067261523037522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-babies-need-more-sleep-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8130067261523037522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8130067261523037522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-babies-need-more-sleep-than.html' title='Why do Babies need more sleep than Adults'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5994728926548099869</id><published>2011-03-29T10:31:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:20:33.589+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hieroglyphics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxqtZW1RhY/TZJNB8FYlgI/AAAAAAAACGY/uBOHlUobQr4/s1600/Egypt%2BWords.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxqtZW1RhY/TZJNB8FYlgI/AAAAAAAACGY/uBOHlUobQr4/s400/Egypt%2BWords.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589614783224124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/search?q=Hieroglyphics&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu:en-US:official&amp;amp;prmd=ivns&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;ei=AveQTbWYJIjCsAPQ7YmrDg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBYQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425"&gt;Hieroglyphics&lt;/a&gt;  are  Sacred writing from the Egyptians Millions of years ago. These are  drawn to represent a word ,syllable or Sound. They are Sacred Carvings  that now a days, only SOME people know what they mean. Hieroglyphics are  Two Greek words, Hiero is Sacred or ancient and Glyphics are writing  pictures and objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=sacred+writing&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g2g-m5&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Sacred Writings&lt;/a&gt; were found in &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=temples+and+palaces+in+egypt&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Temples and Palaces in Egypt&lt;/a&gt;. These  buildings were built thousands of years ago, and still stand today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In  1799, Language Experts had discovered a Stone that had three Languages  carved on it. This Stone was called  the &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/images?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;rls=com.ubuntu%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=425&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=rosetta+stone&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;aqi=g10&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=Rosetta+Stone"&gt;Rosetta Stone&lt;/a&gt;. Many professors  from all around the world ,would come to Egypt and try to figure out the  Language. Till one day a French Professor Charles Étienne Brasseur de  Bourbourg well I would say cracked the code, and now many more experts  can read Sacred Writings. I wish I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5994728926548099869?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5994728926548099869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/hieroglyphics-are-sacred-writing-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5994728926548099869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5994728926548099869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/hieroglyphics-are-sacred-writing-from.html' title='Hieroglyphics'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxqtZW1RhY/TZJNB8FYlgI/AAAAAAAACGY/uBOHlUobQr4/s72-c/Egypt%2BWords.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4679421364454582256</id><published>2011-03-15T11:00:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:50:59.820+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yja8rmvvtP8/TX6aeM-Ht6I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tejol7zyTa8/s1600/Makerita%2BJapan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yja8rmvvtP8/TX6aeM-Ht6I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tejol7zyTa8/s320/Makerita%2BJapan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584070431654524834" border="0" /&gt;http://www.google.com/images?q=japan+disaster&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;client=ubuntu&amp;amp;hs=q2b&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;prmd=ivnsu&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1&amp;amp;ei=uJp-TaWkEIrcrAGKlv2lCQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBQQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=424&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7658097892007251"  &gt;A  natural disaster had rocked the coast of Japan. As a Tsunami and  Earthquake crisis had hit the coast of Japan ,thousands of people were  evacuated by air. Watching most lives get swiped off their feet was  shockingly sad. It is said to be 2,000 people are still missing. Having  to see people homeless and seeing tears trickle down sad faces, made me  want to shed tears too. Loads and loads of Debris were lying around  ,and the sea was really calm as if it had done nothing. Houses were  floating around with people in them, Cars had looked like the turned  into boats and even the ships had come on to shore with the tsunami.  There was mud everywhere.People had deserted the village for higher  land. It was so sad having to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The  earthquake hadn't caused a lot of damage but it did cause the Nuclear  Plant to have a bit of cracks to make it go on fire. The Earthquake was  measured 8.9 on the scale. It was awfully massive. It had formed Urging  waves to engulf the whole coast of Japan. People were alerted on their  phones about it ,and had no time to evacuate quickly. I would have to  say that the Earthquake caused it all to happen. They are warning the  pacific neighbors about it coming around for a visit. I for one do not  want it to come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Tsunami was a disaster. As it was descending across the once was  beautiful city, on the north east coast of Japan, people were horrified  by the sight they were seeing. This was a devastating Tsunami. The 10 meter wall of water, completely engulfed the whole North East coast of  Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The  Nuclear plant had devastated the people also. People who lived around  there had been evacuated in case the Plant exploded. The cracks in the  Plant were caused by the Earthquake, which had all of a sudden made the  plant explode. People who lived near by had already deserted their  place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If  I were really rich I would lend all my money to help out. May peace be  with you all in Japan who are in devastation. May God be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4679421364454582256?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4679421364454582256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-disaster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4679421364454582256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4679421364454582256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-disaster.html' title='Japan Disaster'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yja8rmvvtP8/TX6aeM-Ht6I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tejol7zyTa8/s72-c/Makerita%2BJapan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4033375319159931175</id><published>2011-03-10T12:29:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:35:28.397+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.22111653932370245" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The sun was shining but I wish it wasn’t because I hate cricket. As room 17 walked on to the field we saw a long line of wickets waiting for us. It looked like we were going to be playing Cricket in fact we were. We were all going for Cricket lessons. Half way across the field I heard people behind me saying that they were excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Sitting down under the tree’s Hamid, Robin and Chris had instructed us what to do. After we were all in position ,we started to play. The sun had dimmed down and I was starting to like it. Then it came to my turn, I touched the bat with my sweaty hands in disgust, and whacked the ball ,it fell right in front of the tea. I was so embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;A couple of weeks having to be trained from Hamid, Robin and Chris, I started to get the hang of it. I went home one day telling my mum that I wanted to join a kids Cricket club ,but my mum laughed. I didn’t care I am going to try and try and try till I make it. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4033375319159931175?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4033375319159931175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/cricket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4033375319159931175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4033375319159931175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/cricket.html' title='Cricket'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-1492309629547585279</id><published>2011-03-10T10:05:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:23:31.723+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-8BWOcAZDA/TXfvivo2y9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/-yZpHL9g_Uc/s1600/Camping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-8BWOcAZDA/TXfvivo2y9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/-yZpHL9g_Uc/s320/Camping.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582193643331439570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is not so far away. I can't wait. I see that last year most of the year 6 camp leaders had lots of fun so I think that I am wanting to have loads of fun to. I can not explain how excited I am. I am a team Leader which makes it even better. I think that Miss Squires team is going to WIN and beat all the other teams. I really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Till Camp. Whoooo Hoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1492309629547585279?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1492309629547585279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-wait-for-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1492309629547585279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1492309629547585279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-wait-for-camp.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for Camp'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-8BWOcAZDA/TXfvivo2y9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/-yZpHL9g_Uc/s72-c/Camping.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-7427889908642830434</id><published>2011-03-02T10:36:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:12:59.766+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Presenter</title><content type='html'>On the 4Th of March which was on Friday Pt England's first visitors for 2011 came. As the presenters saw them walk in I felt my heart pounding. We all asked whether we could all get a drink. Before we were about to go we had to make a single file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later we were called to come back in when the main person had came. There wasn't that much visitors but when it was my turn it felt like I was in front of the whole school doing an item by myself. After my turn was over it felt like I had conquered my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished we had to go and get changed back into mufti which is like not wearing any school uniform. As we single filed out the room we all inhaled and exhaled as if we were going to die. I thought that I was going to die. But in the end we ended up being saluted from the visitors. We all felt proud. I think that this a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;  of all of us being the best presenters ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7427889908642830434?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7427889908642830434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-presenter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7427889908642830434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7427889908642830434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-presenter.html' title='Being a Presenter'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-962559774555530063</id><published>2011-02-24T10:48:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:51:15.185+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christchurch Earthquake'/><title type='text'>Crisis Earthquake In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?q=images+christchurch+earthquake&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;prmd=ivnsu&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1&amp;amp;ei=IiVkTensO5D6swOdqfXaCA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=426" id="internal-source-marker_0.6756647865303709"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;http://www.google.com/images?q=images+christchurch+earthquake&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=strict&amp;amp;prmd=ivnsu&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1&amp;amp;ei=IiVkTensO5D6swOdqfXaCA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=426&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Click here which will lead you to the link that has images of the Christchurch Earthquake&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Qc1zvJtK9o-niQeVJnkVswHKFtNX4cPfc6CWu7NDG5dIDNWFaHVKLXbS9ozJlFUULWpm0CRu-bhoDa7pO9WZWmzdL8G_CXBwH5qQNnoySiDUzgeVAg" height="362px;" width="646px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;On  the 22nd of February which was on a Tuesday, Christchurch had had the  most shocking earthquake that hit most unexpectedly. Prime Minister John  Key had declared after the earthquake that this was New Zealand’s  darkest day. This disaster was told to be 6.3 measured on the richter  scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building’s  collapsed on roads and chaos filled the air. Stepping out on to the  road which was filled with debris and rubble, people had thought they  had lost their loved ones. Watching the buildings trample over and  collapse on people was devastating to watch. People were crying and  trying to contact their families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were seriously injured from buildings that collapsed on them. Every single person who were walking on the roads, were horrified to see what had happened to their once was beautiful city. Adults who were trapped underneath the rubble and debris were yelling for help. Loads of people who worked in offices had been crushed alive. 300 people were still missing and the death toll was 75.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-962559774555530063?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/962559774555530063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/crisis-earthquake-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/962559774555530063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/962559774555530063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/crisis-earthquake-in.html' title='Crisis Earthquake In'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5750239464903525508</id><published>2011-02-16T12:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:51:10.466+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZssY7lYHbc/TVsQ5aCQrgI/AAAAAAAABuk/dPOC6E8VqZg/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZssY7lYHbc/TVsQ5aCQrgI/AAAAAAAABuk/dPOC6E8VqZg/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574067542228512258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to my desk with delight, I was extremely excited to unbox my new Net book. I felt very confused when we had to copy down our serial numbers because, they were so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were setting up our new net book,we were also eagerly listening to Mrs Burt for information. Mrs Burt said to press the button at the same time. Pressing the start button at the same time and hearing people supporting each other boosted me as well. Shoal said to me"Our Net Books are brand spanking new man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting down at my desk exploring my new Net book, I was also wondering how to connect to the Internet. Then Miss Burt asked a question to see if we wanted to connect to the Internet.It felt like she was reading my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can use my net-book anytime and anyplace, which means that my net-book is portable. As long as I am in Glen Innes I am allowed to be on my Net book. Having a Net book that is wireless Internet is very cool to use at any time and anyplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that this year is going to be the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5750239464903525508?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5750239464903525508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-to-my-desk-with-delight-i-was.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5750239464903525508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5750239464903525508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-to-my-desk-with-delight-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZssY7lYHbc/TVsQ5aCQrgI/AAAAAAAABuk/dPOC6E8VqZg/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3726849188110539655</id><published>2011-02-09T14:34:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:19:19.295+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday Highlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/TVM5ReBi3XI/AAAAAAAABoY/0XRYEMSsN-M/s1600/Screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/TVM5ReBi3XI/AAAAAAAABoY/0XRYEMSsN-M/s320/Screenshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860136267537778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.2585215789245916"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;“Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; oh please oh please can I go camping I’ll do all the choirs when I come back ppppllleeeaaassseee!”, I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; next door neighbor was going out camping down to Rotorua and they asked if I was allowed to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  I was waiting silently my mum said yes and I was so excited because I  had never been out camping before except for the school camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; scurried to my room and grabbed out my bag from the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was pretty old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I love you mum” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;It’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; on tomorrow I for one can not wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; shoved all my short and all of my singlets in my bag because I heard that it was steaming hot down there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sister Nive was pretty jealous when she heard about the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      Today is the day I am going camping brilliant. I woke up and looked  in my bag to see if I had everything but as I was looking I couldn’t  find my toothbrush and showering kit. Then just as I looked outside I  saw my Grandpa’s car coming down the drive way. I scurried out side to  see that my brother had beaten me. “Hi Grandpa I’m going camping today  with my friend Tanisha and her family” I said “well then you will need  everything like 20$” “Yeah thank you grandpa.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I  went over to my Tanisha’s house and they were starting up the car that  is just like starting up my excitement. A couple of minutes saying  goodbye and shoving the car with luggage led to the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Singing  chants in the car ,tuning the radio, and,  being car sick was really  the main thing about the ride for me. “Can you pass me the drink”I said  but Tanisha did not hear me she was sound a sleep in fact everyone was  except for me and the driver. I was to excited to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Hay  we are here” said the driver. To my right I saw loads of camper vans,  tents and loads of giant tents. Everyone finally woke up.Tanisha said  “It is hot lets go for a swim right after we set up the tent.” “there’s a  pool you could have told me that earlier” but I knew that there were no  life guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Setting  up the tent was easy filling it up was hard. Going down the hill from  where we were staying and coming back up was very very tiring. As  Tanisha lead us to the pool we saw that there was not many people there.  So pretty much we had the pool all to our selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When  we headed back we hit the showers then bed. The next day was cool. The  following day was cool and the next day was the best and last day of our  camping. We all woke up to a excitement flowing through our blood. We  had a last minute saying that we were going to go to the luges instead  of the Zorbes which are the giant balls that people go in. After we  packed the tent and headed off in the car we stopped at the  thermal  springs Te Wairoa. We stayed there for the performance and then left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A  couple of minutes later we arrived at the luges. paying took a while.  We then got on the Gondola. It was really fun because Tanisha’s dad kept  shaking the Gondola making the ride look short. Finally we got up there  and chose our helmet and stood in the line. There were beginners and  advanced and medium. I went in the advanced even though I was a  beginner. We all five rides each but me and Waimaria had six. When me  and Waimaria had a ride she had nearly got hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After  the Luge ride we headed for lunch at McDonald's and then straight back  to home sweet home. I would really want to go with my family. It was  really fun. I want to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3726849188110539655?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3726849188110539655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/holiday-highlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3726849188110539655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3726849188110539655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/02/holiday-highlight.html' title='Holiday Highlight'/><author><name>Room 17 Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/S6lXQPuCxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9rZay2j0qoc/S220/Screen+shot+2010-03-24+at+1.04.59+PM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4wKx_IXI4w/TVM5ReBi3XI/AAAAAAAABoY/0XRYEMSsN-M/s72-c/Screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6396980560788831762</id><published>2011-01-19T15:56:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:25:48.720+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Year 5</title><content type='html'>This all of my favourite highlights was&lt;br /&gt;1st: Camp Year 5 and 6&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Being in Room 15&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Being in Extension&lt;br /&gt;4th: Learning new things&lt;br /&gt;last but not least&lt;br /&gt;5: having the cool teacher&lt;br /&gt;I so can not wait for this year - its going to be all fun and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6396980560788831762?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6396980560788831762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-year-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6396980560788831762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6396980560788831762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-year-5.html' title='Being a Year 5'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-3203415943291426817</id><published>2010-12-12T16:02:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:02:21.186+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Leif Erickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is our entry in the Manaiakalani Film Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last term we were learning about Mighty Mariners and our group had to research Leif Erickson and present what we had found out. This is the movie we made about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Litia, Rita, Shoal and Vivienne. (Thanks also to Starford for the Eric the Red graphic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16673272" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16673272"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leif Erikson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3693343"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KPE TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3203415943291426817?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3203415943291426817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/leif-erickson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3203415943291426817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3203415943291426817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/leif-erickson.html' title='Leif Erickson'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-3590196096624610529</id><published>2010-12-10T11:39:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:49:41.536+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TQFc_7jTdGI/AAAAAAAACuw/2bntg4ZWfuM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-10%2Bat%2B11.48.58%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TQFc_7jTdGI/AAAAAAAACuw/2bntg4ZWfuM/s200/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-10%2Bat%2B11.48.58%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548818469284443234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard decision.  I will list from one to five,&lt;div&gt;1. PUMA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. NIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. CHUCKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ADIDAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. GLADIATORS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to wear Puma to special places like the Airport and Dining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3590196096624610529?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3590196096624610529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/favourite-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3590196096624610529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3590196096624610529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/favourite-shoes.html' title='Favourite Shoes'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TQFc_7jTdGI/AAAAAAAACuw/2bntg4ZWfuM/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-10%2Bat%2B11.48.58%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4251731985785704748</id><published>2010-12-10T10:42:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:37:01.081+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>What have you enjoyed doing this year? &lt;div&gt;Well do you know how some of the year 5 and 6 had the opportunity to go to camp and leave their parents behind for three days that was the most enjoyable activity this year. As the first day passed with a gleaming sunshine we all woke to birds tweeting loudly. "Yee yoo,"said the boys when they had found out that the Considerators our group was doing outings first. First Roller skating, bowling and Rock climbing. On the second day we had camp cooking. Our hands were really icky in the end of making s'mores. What have you had fun learning this year?  Of course Active Earth. I really liked learning about it because we got to know all about the Earth and Global Warming. I really would still like to be learning about Active Earth if we could. If I would have to work on any subject it would have to be Writing.  What were your best memories this year? Getting to know new friends like Jay'Lee and meeting up with old friends. My goal for next year is to study on my writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4251731985785704748?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4251731985785704748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-have-you-enjoyed-doing-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4251731985785704748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4251731985785704748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-have-you-enjoyed-doing-this-year.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-8083278609668618353</id><published>2010-12-01T14:56:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:40:46.905+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Yr 5 extension Rewind.</title><content type='html'>Recently we have had a Film Festival and one of the movies that have been screened were the Rewind movie from St Pius. The Ext class had a attempt to try and figure out how they done it. Having to work as a Team was quiet confusing. Walking backwards and thinking backwards quiet confusing A.In the end we actually came through.Sit back, relax and enjoy. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-337791d74c9585ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337791d74c9585ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53931F4163CEAFB5AF0D31C717873742C23B3DCB.36E6A07503887F8058C5B1BA93A94EAE84B081A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337791d74c9585ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6DpgHSa8Ir-uCxAblPT0pzDB150&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337791d74c9585ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53931F4163CEAFB5AF0D31C717873742C23B3DCB.36E6A07503887F8058C5B1BA93A94EAE84B081A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337791d74c9585ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6DpgHSa8Ir-uCxAblPT0pzDB150&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8083278609668618353?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8083278609668618353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/yr-5-extension-rewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8083278609668618353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8083278609668618353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/12/yr-5-extension-rewind.html' title='Yr 5 extension Rewind.'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-7254156780167620127</id><published>2010-11-22T11:55:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:36:49.277+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>“YES Glee is back on” I really could not wait till glee was coming back on the last year of glee I can’t believe it. Hi my name is Makerita and this is my favourite program. I LOVE Glee. I hope you like glee too. Join my commenting board. THANKS. 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This time it was the best asignment and it was all about the common wealth games in New Delhi. My assignment  was the movie below and it is all about archery. I have loved having to work on this, it was so fun. I looked all over the internet for photo’s and all the hard worked had paid off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My movie was really cool well I think so. Australia’s mens recurve Archery team had won the gold medal in Archery. McCal Casie is my favourite archer even though he is from Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I really would like to be a frog because they just catch there food in a blink of an eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I hope you enjoy my movie. In my movie it shows that I had to compare a little critter to a archery athlete. Let’s see if you can figure out MY little critter!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;I can’t wait for the next assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d45dfd70ba91aea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d45dfd70ba91aea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14CD921BEE68FCC81971CD3CF5E833CC3DFC2CCD.7022B0C638ADB0AAF54171EE306E0D90D2EEDA69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d45dfd70ba91aea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4cufvlgD102zH9gGwimNo2HHLDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d45dfd70ba91aea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14CD921BEE68FCC81971CD3CF5E833CC3DFC2CCD.7022B0C638ADB0AAF54171EE306E0D90D2EEDA69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d45dfd70ba91aea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4cufvlgD102zH9gGwimNo2HHLDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7492179035038251045?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7492179035038251045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/11/extension-project-common.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7492179035038251045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7492179035038251045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/11/extension-project-common.html' title='Extension Project Common!!!!!!'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-2441018076647802462</id><published>2010-10-20T10:20:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:31:08.959+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Demolishing the Old Dental Clinic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="margin: 0px;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.15158947790041566" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As the Predatory digger started to demolish the Old Dental Clinic on Friday people stood round watching hopelessly going to miss it. Zion looked like she was lost when she saw the digger start to dig in to the building. I thought that the massive wasps nest would collapse and the wasps will go flying around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When the digger started to dig everyone started to say the same as usual “WHOAAA”. Windows shattered everywhere except for one that had just dropped to the ground. The building was on precarious lean as if it were on the end of a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As we were saying our last good byes to the old dental clinic and headed back to class we saw a lot of rubble left on the concrete. 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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7942815677650352"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;On the first day of the term we usually start off with a Immersion Assembly and this term was the same as usual. People in a huddle hugging each other at the door and blocking the way was very annoying. I was really shocked when the second bell rang and Ashleigh still hadn’t walked through that door. Shoal and I started moaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;“C’mon Ashleigh”, I said to myself. Then we just had to deal with it and walk to the door to line up. Everyone was so happy to see their friends but me and Shoal weren’t. When we sat down in the hall for Assembly Ashleigh just came in and sat down beside us. I was so glad. “Look” I said to Ashleigh. “The topic for this term is Little Critters”, I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;“I’m a pesky mosquito”, said Mr Burt in a mosquito costume crawling around on the floor when mosquito’s are meant to be flying. He was scaring all of the little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got to see team 1. They were dressed up in black with white gloves. Mrs George also had a mask of spider man on. They were doing an item about Incy Wincy Spider it was ok. I would rate it 8/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My most favourite item was Team 4. They were acting out as if they were all a Colony of Bees. Mr Barks was the Queen Bee, Miss Squires was the servant she was feeding Mr Barks. The only thing Miss King and Miss Vaafusuanga were doing was dancing in the background. While Miss Garden was sweeping the floor. People were laughing really loud when Mr Barks the Queen Bee took out a fake baby from under him  saying that they were twins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;“Everybody say Little Critters on three.,1,2,3”, said Mr Burt.  "Little Critters!!” All the little kids yelled even Sante the teacher. I felt a little tingle vibrate through my head saying that this term is going to be great.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5915951406118082160?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5915951406118082160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/10/immersion-assembly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5915951406118082160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5915951406118082160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/10/immersion-assembly.html' title='Immersion Assembly'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-7230192184227298933</id><published>2010-09-23T10:19:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:28:25.563+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Polynesians</title><content type='html'>As the topic for my group is polynesians we have been studying about Kupe and how he sailed to New Zealand. Many people figured that Kupe had fought a octupus on the journey. &lt;div&gt;Please sit back and relax.          &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc8b9947cad0a717" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc8b9947cad0a717%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74103645713F40DA2F21865D42E24D1F637F4425.65C1767AA3C52C7B96DA2B2E1D71763C705591CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc8b9947cad0a717%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTSt_xZMFQS4oCimv6XGFkj61Ss&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc8b9947cad0a717%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74103645713F40DA2F21865D42E24D1F637F4425.65C1767AA3C52C7B96DA2B2E1D71763C705591CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc8b9947cad0a717%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTSt_xZMFQS4oCimv6XGFkj61Ss&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7230192184227298933?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7230192184227298933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/09/polynesians.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7230192184227298933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7230192184227298933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/09/polynesians.html' title='Polynesians'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5903253830622918868</id><published>2010-09-10T12:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:54:35.772+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Canterbury Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="internal-source-marker_0.39958972833119333"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;On Saturday morning at 4:30AM in Christchurch, a 7.1 earthquake on the ritcher scale had hit Christchurch with out any warning. As the people were to pick up there children and run along, the ground was still making buildings collapse and tilt to the back of their yards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As the devastation of Christchurch grew by the second, the unstable buildings made extensive damage. Many problems such as floods were caused by the liquefaction of the mud and water merging together. During the Earthquake roads were littered with water and mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The many dangers for Christchurch when this had happened was the doorways because the people were affraid of it collapsing down on them. Many people had been dangered with the triggered gas leaks that unexpectinglly had happened. As the people had evacuated out of the dangered place they all used to call home people who were homeless still in pyjama’s and still wandering what had just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The End By Rita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5903253830622918868?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5903253830622918868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/09/canterbury-earthquake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5903253830622918868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5903253830622918868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/09/canterbury-earthquake.html' title='Canterbury Earthquake'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-7541846141442456778</id><published>2010-08-27T12:32:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:12:48.343+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.09394449909103031"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;The whole school went to the court waiting for Cross Country.My legs were shaking starting to make me cold and my fingers were starting to get a bit numb. We were in our house colours. The house colours are TAKITUMU(yellow),TE ARAWA,(Red)TAKITIMu,(yellow) and MATAUA(green).My house colour was TAINUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;(Blue.) Go Tainui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;“10 year old come up onto the start line ready for your race” announced Mr Burt. Some of us were nervous. The clappers went bang and we went. We were all clumped together as some people were sprinting fast to get ahead of the bunch. When we were starting to spread out we left a couple of people behind.During the run I was trying not to stop like how champions never give up. It was really muddy that I almost got sunk in it.It was squishing through my toes. As I went past Mrs Squries she was taking videos of people. I was hoping that she wouldn’t take a video of me. Before I knew it I was getting closer to the finish line. I was starting to. With a burst of speed I was starting to sprint a little bit faster. As I was close to the finish line I could hear lots of people clapping and cheering for me. I was happy that my run was over. I had to quickly go and wash my feet and watch the other people run. I had fun doing that run.I had tried my hardest and it all payed off in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7541846141442456778?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7541846141442456778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/whole-school-went-to-court-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7541846141442456778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7541846141442456778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/whole-school-went-to-court-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-1770241917499009835</id><published>2010-08-26T09:50:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:08:48.708+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 69px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THWTqedji6I/AAAAAAAACUM/OzA77tXPKjo/s200/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+9.56.36+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509472077098486690" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THWTKDerVRI/AAAAAAAACTs/bleYquuYp7g/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+9.56.53+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THWTKDerVRI/AAAAAAAACTs/bleYquuYp7g/s200/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+9.56.53+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509471520099620114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-   font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.21556139225140214"  style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;My favourite Ice Cream is cookies and chocolate because when ever I put it inside my mouth it makes my mouth dribble with saliva. My favourite smoothie is the Monkey shake at Valentines but that sometimes makes my stomach feel sore. I actually have a lot of other favourite Ice Creams. Many people like Cookies and Cream but that sometimes gets to yuck for me when I eat it to much. This is my favourite Ice Cream and Smoothie. Please keep commenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-   font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-1770241917499009835?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/1770241917499009835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1770241917499009835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/1770241917499009835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite.html' title='My Favourite'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THWTqedji6I/AAAAAAAACUM/OzA77tXPKjo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-26+at+9.56.36+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-6000014374619173316</id><published>2010-08-25T12:04:00.013+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:24:15.878+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFbopjoEI/AAAAAAAACS8/Fd3iorGeKZs/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.51.24+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFbopjoEI/AAAAAAAACS8/Fd3iorGeKZs/s200/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.51.24+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174953995640898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFbdu_NdI/AAAAAAAACS0/d-G9JsqOw0k/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.50.10+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFbdu_NdI/AAAAAAAACS0/d-G9JsqOw0k/s200/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.50.10+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174951065630162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFazKqjKI/AAAAAAAACSs/Qgx6kjMJymA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.49.27+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFazKqjKI/AAAAAAAACSs/Qgx6kjMJymA/s200/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.49.27+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174939638992034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div   style="margin: 0px;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7161223320290446" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite model is Tyra Banks she is so good at modeling. Many people love her but when she has no make-up on she looks really weird but some people still love her when she has no make-up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;All of the winners in the cycles I think are prettier than her. I really like this picture of her but I hate this picture because she has no make-up on. Well this is my favourite model. Please keep posting comments and hit the comments right back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6000014374619173316?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6000014374619173316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-model.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6000014374619173316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6000014374619173316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-model.html' title='My favourite Model'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THSFbopjoEI/AAAAAAAACS8/Fd3iorGeKZs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-25+at+2.51.24+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4059626181316094028</id><published>2010-08-24T09:45:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:14:31.042+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Having to go to Australia for Good Is Really Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THLuEpFd73I/AAAAAAAACRU/tXn9deEO9Xw/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THLuEpFd73I/AAAAAAAACRU/tXn9deEO9Xw/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508727057743212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to go to Australia is really sad. I feel so excited but at the same time I would miss my best friends so much. Everything is going so fast but it is just how life is going on. I have never been to Australia before but things in Australia is really cool that is what my Auntie says. My Auntie says that everything inside Australia is really cheap. The Auntie that is living in Australia right now is living in Sydney but my favorite place in Australia is the Gold Coast. Many people say that the Gold Coast is really cool. When I go there I wish to go to Dream World. I always hear my auntie speaking about the place where she stays. She says that there are many sorts of Theme Parks we would be able to go to. I wish I could be there right now. Having to leave the class is really really sad. By the time I get there I would really like to enroll for a really cool school. I would like to make new friends and get to see my relatives I have never seen before. I am going to miss all my friends and my church members. Bye BF's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4059626181316094028?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4059626181316094028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/having-to-go-to-australia-for-good-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4059626181316094028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4059626181316094028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/having-to-go-to-australia-for-good-is.html' title='Having to go to Australia for Good Is Really Sad'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THLuEpFd73I/AAAAAAAACRU/tXn9deEO9Xw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8984666822196862660</id><published>2010-08-11T10:42:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:11:44.713+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Netball player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TNHsKYOBfYI/AAAAAAAACiY/tZDYsmTKYPg/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TNHsKYOBfYI/AAAAAAAACiY/tZDYsmTKYPg/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535465080059166082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THGdgyk00YI/AAAAAAAACRE/-9UA0L1_n94/s200/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357005908431234" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THGdTjprjII/AAAAAAAACQ0/5JLFnf4EImo/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/THGdTjprjII/AAAAAAAACQ0/5JLFnf4EImo/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508356778563964034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is really hard having to choose my favourite netball player. This award will have to go to a Samoan player named Maria Tutaia she is the woman. When ever she gets the ball she makes a good use of it and they get a goal. I wish I would be like her when I grow up. My second favourite netball player is the very tall shooter in the Silver Ferns. Irene van Dyk, she is really good at shooting.&lt;div&gt;Well these are my first and second favourite netball players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-8984666822196862660?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8984666822196862660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-netball-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8984666822196862660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8984666822196862660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-netball-player.html' title='My favourite Netball player'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TNHsKYOBfYI/AAAAAAAACiY/tZDYsmTKYPg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2463239942483775739</id><published>2010-08-07T10:25:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:58:51.103+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Spain!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wohooo!!!!!! Spain won. Amazing. This is a miracle. Olai,Olai,Olai,Olai. Spain rocks. The amazing goal was scored by a bold dude. He is the, man. At first the game was going really tough. Uruguay had a really good defence. BUT, near the end a bold dude had got a score. It was tiring having to watch the game early in the morning. My dad was taking over the remote. We all wanted to watch cartoons. It turned out to be a really good game. When the game had finished my brother and my mum went to the doctors and they saw these three girls singing a Spain song. It was pitch perfect. That made my day really cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. By Makerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.indiasummary.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/2010-FIFA-World-Cup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2463239942483775739?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2463239942483775739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-spain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2463239942483775739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2463239942483775739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-spain.html' title='Go Spain!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-3453711952148837801</id><published>2010-08-04T12:57:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:26:01.256+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie stars'/><title type='text'>My favourite Movie stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnY937cZDI/AAAAAAAACHM/8I30rpxPlO8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.16.57+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnY937cZDI/AAAAAAAACHM/8I30rpxPlO8/s320/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.16.57+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501666977306666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite movie stars are....&lt;div&gt;First would have to be Jaden Smith who is on Karate Kid, he is really good at acting. Second of all would have to be  Will Smith he is really good at acting, like in the movie Hancock.  He was really funny and also he acts on these really scary movies. Third of all would have to be a girl named Brenda Song on a program that is called The Suite Life On Deck. She is also really pretty to. So that is all the movie stars I have in my diary. Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3453711952148837801?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3453711952148837801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-movie-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3453711952148837801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3453711952148837801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favourite-movie-stars.html' title='My favourite Movie stars'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnY937cZDI/AAAAAAAACHM/8I30rpxPlO8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.16.57+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-754758336106578627</id><published>2010-07-22T10:36:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:27:34.356+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion Assembly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TEd4yE5vY6I/AAAAAAAACBM/ovrwshaaHH0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-22+at+10.41.40+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TEd4yE5vY6I/AAAAAAAACBM/ovrwshaaHH0/s200/Screen+shot+2010-07-22+at+10.41.40+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494671933694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7996634538285434" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial,serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mighty Mariners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a lovely morning with the sun gazing down on us all the teachers met up in the hall for an Immersion Assembly which is where we get to know what our new topic would be. I was so excited. When I walked through the door I heard laughter from here and there. Everybody was talking about the teachers costumes. The funniest one was Mr Barks costume because he was dressed up as a viking I had seen on How To Train You Dragon. Once I had looked on to the wide screen that was on the stage I had saw a Topic that said “Mighty Mariners”. No wonder why Mr Barks was dressed like something that was close to being a Mariner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once the voices of the children had lowered teachers started to walk up the stage. First was Mr J the small one. He was talking about all kinds of boats like Titanic. Second up was team one. That was my second favourite team. They had a lot of interesting facts about Kupe the person who had discovered New Zealand. Some things they were talking about I already knew. I really loved the Graphics Kingston L had drawn. I loved the animation he drew about Kupe sailing to New Zealand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; When team two had finished team three came out with a bang and with Arr me Hearty. They were all dressed up as pirates would be. There item was the best for me. It was what we all needed from a long holiday. They had a lot of party popper guns which explained why they came out with a bang. Near the end Mrs Mackinlay popped out and said that she had found treasure through the holiday. Her treasure was chocolate coins. Most people got some chocolate but I didn’t. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the end I thought that everything was cool. I can’t wait till next Term. With all the wacky costumes. This term really looks like fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8792425460860810997-754758336106578627?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/754758336106578627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/07/immersion-assembly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/754758336106578627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/754758336106578627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/07/immersion-assembly.html' title='Immersion Assembly'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TEd4yE5vY6I/AAAAAAAACBM/ovrwshaaHH0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-22+at+10.41.40+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2827450649530291692</id><published>2010-06-30T14:23:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:33:39.653+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount Tarawera'/><title type='text'>Year 5 and 6 Extension Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnbxtCDhnI/AAAAAAAACHU/trqW7UKutSU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.29.14+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnbxtCDhnI/AAAAAAAACHU/trqW7UKutSU/s320/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.29.14+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501670066758059634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the last Couple of weeks the year 5 and 6 extension group have been studying about Mt Tarawera. So far we have got really close to the history of Mt Tarawera. So we have decided to make a little movie that shows all the information about Mt Tarawera. Each of us had partaken in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My part was a big part it was about what happened before the eruption. It was a lot of fun and laughter. I had to speak about how the people of Te-wairoa were like before the eruption. The people of Te-wairoa were having a very good life till...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;The eruption of Mt Tarawera had begun. It was really scary having a life like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;In the end nothing was left. Only mud and ash. It was a lot of fun. Some things were hard but I had still stuck together in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;By Makerita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-2827450649530291692?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/2827450649530291692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-5-and-6-extension-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2827450649530291692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2827450649530291692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-5-and-6-extension-project.html' title='Year 5 and 6 Extension Project'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFnbxtCDhnI/AAAAAAAACHU/trqW7UKutSU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-05+at+9.29.14+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-3003543710917023119</id><published>2010-06-22T14:34:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:36:51.337+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount Tarawera'/><title type='text'>Mt Tarawera Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCFysi2K07I/AAAAAAAAByc/8C_re5NKvbM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.33.17+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCFysi2K07I/AAAAAAAAByc/8C_re5NKvbM/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.33.17+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485791930707792818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCAhvs5krsI/AAAAAAAABwA/algst8biU20/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-22+at+2.35.49+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCAhvs5krsI/AAAAAAAABwA/algst8biU20/s200/Screen+shot+2010-06-22+at+2.35.49+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485421449527471810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This term at P.T England School our topic is Active Earth. Active Earth is all about what happens to our Earth now days like Eruptions of Volcanoes, Earthquakes and Taunamis. For the last Couple of weeks the year 5 and 6 extension group have been studying about Mt Tarawera. So far we have gotten  really close to the History of Mt Tarawera. So we have decided to make a movie that shows all the information about Mt Tarawera. Each of us had partaken in this. My part was a big part it was about what happened before the eruption. It was a lot of fun and laughter. In the end we got it through with. That was really cool. I wish to do it again some time. I think that I could have improved on the graphics that I had drew. I also think that I could've improved on the voice over because I didn't have enough clever vocab. That is all I think I needed to work on. Thanks for the fun Mrs Tele'a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3003543710917023119?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3003543710917023119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/mt-tarawera-reflections.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3003543710917023119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3003543710917023119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/mt-tarawera-reflections.html' title='Mt Tarawera Reflections'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCFysi2K07I/AAAAAAAAByc/8C_re5NKvbM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.33.17+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-7660164059111410372</id><published>2010-06-21T09:20:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:48:21.844+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriah Carey  Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singers Justin Bieber'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Singers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF16efQKOI/AAAAAAAABz0/SrQnKXIFS3w/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.41.04+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF16efQKOI/AAAAAAAABz0/SrQnKXIFS3w/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.41.04+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485795468590983394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF1yKUSKcI/AAAAAAAABzs/BYIR3M-IU20/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.41.17+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF1yKUSKcI/AAAAAAAABzs/BYIR3M-IU20/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.41.17+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485795325737314754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF1sA5Hm0I/AAAAAAAABzc/kcHHqQ-lp5M/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.40.52+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF1sA5Hm0I/AAAAAAAABzc/kcHHqQ-lp5M/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.40.52+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485795220128242498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Beyonce is my favourite singer. She is so glamorous and pretty I wish to be her. Maybe when I grow up I could be just like her. Her most best song for me is going to have to be All The Single Ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My second best favourite singer would be Miriah Kerry. She has got the most highest voice but I will still go for Beyonce. They are so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My third would have to be Justin Bieber . He is so cool. All I like about him is his voice. I don't like him like all those other girls do. Growse. He really does have a nice voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-7660164059111410372?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/7660164059111410372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favourite-singers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7660164059111410372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/7660164059111410372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favourite-singers.html' title='My Favourite Singers'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TCF16efQKOI/AAAAAAAABz0/SrQnKXIFS3w/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+2.41.04+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-8151381498658336539</id><published>2010-06-10T10:38:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:43:23.549+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Our World'/><title type='text'>Rock Our World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TBAYwGluGnI/AAAAAAAABrc/tjq8yanZVT8/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TBAYwGluGnI/AAAAAAAABrc/tjq8yanZVT8/s200/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480907961191504498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 18pt; "&gt;Rock Our World 12 Rita&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. What did I do well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I represented for someone who was away for Family night (day)Which was awesome. I participated in the video conference with D'Wayne Edward's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. How could I have Improved to what I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could have improved on all of the angles from the camera. I also could have helped someone else when they needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What held you back from doing better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was the time that held us back from everything and all the stuff that we still had to do before all the time had been taken off. It was also all the illustration s we had to get done. In the end we had finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why did we even bother to take part in Rock Our World?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;List some things down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. We had a global connection around the world with people that participated in R.O.W. (Rock Our World)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. So that the year 5's can have an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.So we can have many more opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. So that anything the R.O.W people need to be done they can turn to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. So that anyone who is in Extension they can have a turn participating in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8792425460860810997-8151381498658336539?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/8151381498658336539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/rock-our-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8151381498658336539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/8151381498658336539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/06/rock-our-world.html' title='Rock Our World'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TBAYwGluGnI/AAAAAAAABrc/tjq8yanZVT8/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-241748723646443272</id><published>2010-05-26T10:04:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:34:06.814+12:00</updated><title type='text'>All Whites New Zealand lost to Paraguay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFoG9LikaFI/AAAAAAAACH8/zv2z9siu-8s/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFoG9LikaFI/AAAAAAAACH8/zv2z9siu-8s/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501717542926051410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awwwwww!!!!!!!" I heard. I sat up and ran to the living room. I was shocked that my whole family were up at two o'clock in the morning!!! Even my little brother James. A little while after I went back to bed. Another Awwww roared. "OHHH man what did I miss out now" I thought to myself. I ran to the front again the thing I had missed out was the end when they had drewn. I missed out the best part. Everyone was angry and wanted a rematch with that team. I was really mad with them. I really wanted to go straight up to the camera and say that we should have a rematch but I couldn't. The end.&lt;div&gt;By Makerita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-241748723646443272?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/241748723646443272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-whites-new-zealand-lost-to-paraguay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/241748723646443272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/241748723646443272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-whites-new-zealand-lost-to-paraguay.html' title='All Whites New Zealand lost to Paraguay'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/TFoG9LikaFI/AAAAAAAACH8/zv2z9siu-8s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-2932849404349666866</id><published>2010-04-22T21:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:57:39.953+12:00</updated><title type='text'>KPE Episode 252: "Call of the Cruins"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S9AZJ9Y2UCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KaHv4e43GA0/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S9AZJ9Y2UCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KaHv4e43GA0/s200/Picture+1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Litia and Makerita, &lt;a href="http://pesroom15.blogspot.com/"&gt;Room 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Call of the Cruins" by Elizabeth Pulford is Episode 252 of KPE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Call of the Cruins" &lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;tells us about the realities of pioneering life in early New Zealand.   Emeline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Malone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;(the main character) is a child of the 1880s and this story tells of her everyday  life and responsibilities which are so very different to those faced by children  today.   Life in a sealing community was difficult.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;In this book Emeline risks  her life to save a baby seal.  Now she has the responsibility of  ensuring its survival.  Her determination to keep her secret Cruin  alive tests her resourcefulness and ingenuity. Life in a pioneering  community, especially one that earns its living from the dangerous job  of seal hunting, is harsh.  When her father and brother go missing  in a boating disaster, Emeline and her family face a very dark future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Have a listen ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-452a45cb5db37b1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/04/kpe-episode-252-call-of-cruins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2932849404349666866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/2932849404349666866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/04/kpe-episode-252-call-of-cruins.html' title='KPE Episode 252: &quot;Call of the Cruins&quot;'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S9AZJ9Y2UCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KaHv4e43GA0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5225378723929809874</id><published>2010-04-22T12:46:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:45:03.114+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rematches Capture the flag'/><title type='text'>The Rematch with Room14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21848b52187cb1a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Once room 15 got to the bottom field the game was already set up. Room 15 were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go" shouted Miss King. Suddenly Room 14 and 15 started charging. We were trying to get to the safe zone but as soon as everybody got to the middle we stopped. We were having a rematch of a game called Capture the Flag on the bottom field.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was ready to tag and to rescue people. Some people started dodging and trying to make a run for it. I was excited about playing the game again. We were all running around with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people started shouting because Oshania had the flag but she wouldn't even try running with it or giving it to someone else to try and get us a point. I was starting to get frustrated. I wanted to run back to our territory but people would tag me. Once room14 got the last point we all felt disappointed and depressed. When we got back to class people were moaning and groaning at Oshania and Teresa. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5225378723929809874?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5225378723929809874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/04/rematch-with-room14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5225378723929809874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5225378723929809874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/04/rematch-with-room14.html' title='The Rematch with Room14'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-3427460419449671868</id><published>2010-04-06T13:57:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:08:48.222+12:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/S7qXaUupkuI/AAAAAAAABWM/FfclfOaMCpU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-06+at+2.07.07+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I have alot of highlights but only have my top three. One of them were going camp. It was the bomb. My most likeable thing to do was cook dampers,go roller skating,bowling and rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second highlight is having a video conference with a famous shoe desighner D'Wayne. We got to ask alot of questions. His answers were very interesting to hear. All he would talk about was his life and how he had gotten his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last but not least highlight is having a test to get into extention. It was very difficult. I would always get nervous.(I even shake.) Sotimes I forget about the test's to get into extention. So those are my three highlights from this term. My two goals are to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studie hard for this coming term and to have a better attitude in class. Next term I think the theme is going to be about volcanoes. I don't know but I think it is going to be about that. I hope you join me next term for more things that we are going to be learning. Kakite Ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4044357240954090685?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4044357240954090685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-stupendous-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4044357240954090685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4044357240954090685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-stupendous-term.html' title='My Stupendous Term'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-6868272121426476056</id><published>2010-03-26T12:25:00.019+13:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:30:14.778+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yay, Rm15 got to go swimming. Everyone was steaming hot because they had sort of finished a game called Capture The Flag. Once we had left the school grounds everyone was excited. When we had gotten near the pools we all ran inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we hopped into the pool.It was freezing.I really wanted to get out but I  just had to stay in. Once Miss Squires had said go to me, I swam as fast as I could and by the time I had gotten to the middle I was gasping for breath. I had thought I was useless at swimming. As soon as I had stopped at the end I was all worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went for my second attempt. I felt even worn by the time I had reached the middle. I had heard someone laugh at me and that's what put me down. When I had gotten out of the pool, I ran straight to the person and splash them on the face with water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That made me get in trouble and until we had to go that was the last time I would hop in. In the end I felt very ,very, very grumpy and sad. I started blaming the person who laughed at me. But eventually I got over it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit Back and relax this will be a ride you will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.By Rita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6c4ce783cc44900" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6c4ce783cc44900%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D843F176484B93DD9E9C9F8241F0E3B81F92848CE.707514B99E0BC914872E2C1A5D49875E1BC95BA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6c4ce783cc44900%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6X22jl8vBSL9niRPs4PQxkU4de0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6c4ce783cc44900%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D843F176484B93DD9E9C9F8241F0E3B81F92848CE.707514B99E0BC914872E2C1A5D49875E1BC95BA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6c4ce783cc44900%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6X22jl8vBSL9niRPs4PQxkU4de0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-6868272121426476056?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/6868272121426476056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6868272121426476056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/6868272121426476056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-5189068617450136060</id><published>2010-03-25T13:49:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:30:31.726+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Confrence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a calm afternoon some of the 5 and 6 extension people stayed back to have a video conference with the famous shoe designer D,Wayne. It was a lot of fun. We got to learn all about his life and how he got the job (it was very interesting.) At first I had thought that it was going to be all boring but once he told us about his life I started to get into it. The most useful thing to him is a letter that had been written by his mum. One day when he was working he had saw a flier that said that there was a shoe competition going on. He had told all of his buddies at work about the competition but they had thought he was crazy. So he had ignored them and told his mum and his mum said that he could do it. Then he signed up and won the competition but when he went to collect his prize it was a job. The people said that he was to young for the job so they had to search for another person. That was very sad but interesting.&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The three sentences he told to us was Get a Mentor Believe in yourself and Work hard. Those three sentences will help everyone achieve their goals.Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8792425460860810997-5189068617450136060?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5189068617450136060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-confrence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5189068617450136060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5189068617450136060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-confrence.html' title='Video Confrence'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-3962338661578218431</id><published>2010-03-21T15:39:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:00:37.572+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Early European Settlers to NZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/S6WK3MqyFKI/AAAAAAAABSw/QXzpYMUdKvE/s1600-h/Rita.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwZPzvkTLNI/S6WK3MqyFKI/AAAAAAAABSw/QXzpYMUdKvE/s200/Rita.JPEG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450915604899959970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 15 have been finding out about the Early Europeans who came to NZ. We read about the Whalers and Sealers, Missionaries, Settlers and Traders. We wrote scripts as if we were one of these people and recorded our scripts with our animations of the European ships arriving in NZ playing in the background. Mine is one of the ones that was finished and played on P.E.N.N. - our school news programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59318cd15df2399" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D059318cd15df2399%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C021C4C4489AEBA504A2903033EEEBE4078F938.7EA80902EF6348926D8143636887C28482111636%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59318cd15df2399%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDG6ekOD6onjLr_0WDxMdqZgw_cA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D059318cd15df2399%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C021C4C4489AEBA504A2903033EEEBE4078F938.7EA80902EF6348926D8143636887C28482111636%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59318cd15df2399%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDG6ekOD6onjLr_0WDxMdqZgw_cA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-3962338661578218431?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/3962338661578218431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-european-settlers-to-nz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3962338661578218431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/3962338661578218431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-european-settlers-to-nz.html' title='Early European Settlers to NZ'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_gwZPzvkTLNI/S6WK3MqyFKI/AAAAAAAABSw/QXzpYMUdKvE/s72-c/Rita.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-4976825202169815433</id><published>2010-03-16T12:03:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:20:15.274+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On a windy Friday the whole of P.T England went to the P.T England reserve for a little picnic. By the time we got to the reserve I was very excited.When we all got free to go I ran straight for the beach. Whenever I went past Brooklyn I always saw gluggy clay in her hands. Finally I got hungry so I quickly ran up for a little snack. By the time I got back down everyone was going for a snack. Even Ashleigh went. So I was all alone but once 2 or 3 minutes went past it was full again.&lt;br /&gt;After a little while went past, Karaoke started. I was really excited because I love singing. Once it was my turn I got up and sang it felt so embarrassing that I nearly fainted. When I got out of the circle of doom I felt like I could breath again.I sang No Air that was my favourite song when I was about 6 or 8. It went so smooth except for my heart beat it was gong pitter patter pitter patter. Then we all had to pack up, it was very very fun because after wards me and my family went to Burger King. I felt so special that day. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By Rita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8bd25386b1b219e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bd25386b1b219e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10B2DEE7478644C2C65AE575E6C3DDDD73CDC063.22725D5F4AB3A13E2B090A4D086B0243B5CD3B64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bd25386b1b219e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Xoad9pPHbBdHRFCHNEWXa52ycU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bd25386b1b219e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10B2DEE7478644C2C65AE575E6C3DDDD73CDC063.22725D5F4AB3A13E2B090A4D086B0243B5CD3B64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bd25386b1b219e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Xoad9pPHbBdHRFCHNEWXa52ycU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-4976825202169815433?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/4976825202169815433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-windy-friday-whole-of-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4976825202169815433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/4976825202169815433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-windy-friday-whole-of-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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-8792425460860810997.post-5460467379931940724</id><published>2010-03-10T21:17:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:22:11.723+12:00</updated><title type='text'>"Albert" by William Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S5dSpmP9wsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/w9ddMwHFr0o/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S5dSpmP9wsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/w9ddMwHFr0o/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446913148923527874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;"Albert" by William Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peslitian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Litia&lt;/a&gt; and I have chosen "Albert" for our first podcast in 2010.  Joey's Mum loves going to the Refuse Transfer Station (another name for the rubbish dump) because she often finds treasures there. The most valuable treasure Joey and his mother ever found at the dump was Albert, a very suprising cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a30e3ee39781c48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a30e3ee39781c48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F4457BBDD95B798AF092E837EA0E43FE8DFA200.3A282C99AAE288E6591A90C40BCA51C15756F870%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a30e3ee39781c48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvbhu0mauDkroFnO9wsgy18oyiNs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a30e3ee39781c48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331382200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F4457BBDD95B798AF092E837EA0E43FE8DFA200.3A282C99AAE288E6591A90C40BCA51C15756F870%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a30e3ee39781c48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvbhu0mauDkroFnO9wsgy18oyiNs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5460467379931940724?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5460467379931940724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/albert-by-william-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5460467379931940724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5460467379931940724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/03/albert-by-william-taylor.html' title='&quot;Albert&quot; by William Taylor'/><author><name>Room 15 Pt England School</name><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/_qZ0Qd5vc58g/S5dSpmP9wsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/w9ddMwHFr0o/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792425460860810997.post-5643458335445972156</id><published>2010-02-14T16:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:34:32.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to Room 15 Rita. &lt;br /&gt;For everyone reading Rita's blog here is a link that takes you to the posts she wrote for her class's blog in Room 12 last year. &lt;a href="http://pesroom12and13.blogspot.com/search/label/Rita"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792425460860810997-5643458335445972156?l=pesmakeritai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/feeds/5643458335445972156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-room-15-rita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5643458335445972156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792425460860810997/posts/default/5643458335445972156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesmakeritai.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-room-15-rita.html' title=''/><author><name>PES Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15662065130735974733</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></feed>
