<?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-33840206</id><updated>2011-10-01T00:40:15.391-07:00</updated><category term='TLP Maria Jose'/><title type='text'>Maria Jose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-5090827004630799216</id><published>2007-03-26T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:47:17.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoRk</title><content type='html'>Imagene a girl in a white gown run away form a nazi post.she wants to see her  boyfriend. It in the middle of world war 2. her boyfriend is  fight againts the nazis she arives and gives him some informacion that she stole  from the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SECOND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a party in texas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;People dacing like the cowboys and theres a garden , and in the middle theres  a a woodden floor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I inmagen a party in the india people dacing and talking . the dance is a very orginal dance. girl moving her hips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-5090827004630799216?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/5090827004630799216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=5090827004630799216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/5090827004630799216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/5090827004630799216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/03/work.html' title='WoRk'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-7365025892062912154</id><published>2007-02-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:26:52.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-traumatic Stress Disorder</title><content type='html'>I read about post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from a health website called &lt;a href="http://www.healthyplace.com/communities/abuse/site/post-traumatic_stress_disorder.htm"&gt;healthyplace&lt;/a&gt;.  The article says that PTSD is caused when "the person experienced, witnessed, or was confronted with an event or events that involved actual or threatened death or serious injury, or a threat to the physical integrity of self or others and the person's response involved intense fear, helplessness, or horror." This happens when people go to war. PTSD is a serious psychological effect of war because people have to kill kids, they have to make a moral effort of killing people, and they are constantly scared they are going to get killed by Iraqi troops. They can get killed, that is the most helpless feeling. Having a bunch of guys shooting at you makes you very scared which is a major cause of PTSD. Also, the Iraqi people are used to seeing people shooting and reshooting is easier for them because it is part of their life, some soldiers go to war who have never seen death and they are not used to it and it is very horrible for them. US people are not used to living with war and death. The worst thing that happened to the USA was September 11th and that only happened in New York. In Iraq war and terrorism happens in every single town on a regular basis. Soldiers are just people, they are people and they are going to be scared when they see death and war.  Going to Iraq is like suicide becuase they go they get shot and the bullets go through people and some people are USA marines, it doesn't matter how strong or how much training you go through, they are not used to receiving bullets. They are not made of steel and that scares them and gives them a sense of helplessness and that helplessness is a serious cause of PTSD which is a psychological effect of war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-7365025892062912154?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/7365025892062912154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=7365025892062912154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/7365025892062912154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/7365025892062912154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-traumatic-stress-disorder.html' title='Post-traumatic Stress Disorder'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-160686946045219457</id><published>2007-02-27T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:12:39.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad rape story</title><content type='html'>I read a very sad story from &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2006/LAW/10/18/soldiers.court/index.html"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt; about four US soldiers who raped a 14 year old girl and murdered her and her family in Iraq. There was another story, also on &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/02/22/soldier.rape.ap/index.html"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt; about the soldier's punishments. Rape and murder are not normal behavior for men. The family that you know and men who are not in Iraq wouldn't think to do this horrible thing. For example, your brother wouldn't normally go with his friends and dress in black and break into somebody's house and rape a girl and then kill her family. The reason that these four US soldiers did this is because the psychological effects that war has had on them. War makes those soldiers feel that they rule the world with their guns, and that they are like the king of Rome compared to the Iraqi people. That for them, the Iraqi people were lower than them. They had no regard when they raped the girl. The United Nations has agreed on a set of Universal Laws of Human Rights which all countries should follow. One effect of war is the disregard of Human Rights for all people. This story is a great example of how war effects people. These four soldiers went into someone's home and killed the whole family. Raping the oldest daughter in the family who was only 14 years old. The poor girl was Muslim and Muslims are very conservative with boys and girls being seprate. For her, it was against her morality. She must have felt betrayed by the human race. These soldiers had no regard for her religion, her morality, or her life. This is a psychological effect of war. If those men were not in the Iraqi war, they never would have done that to a family. This is especially terrible because the Muslims are a group of people who do not let their women talk to men in private so it is a great dishonor for her, her family, and her country to have those men use her body like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-160686946045219457?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/160686946045219457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=160686946045219457' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/160686946045219457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/160686946045219457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad-rape-story.html' title='Sad rape story'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-8609127801566377875</id><published>2007-02-20T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:52:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Soldiers in Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>I read an article from the &lt;a href="http://www.irinnews.org/InDepthMain.aspx?InDepthId=24&amp;ReportId=66989&amp;amp;Country=Yes"&gt;UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs&lt;/a&gt; about the child soldiers in Afghanistan. Even though the Taliban was kicked out of Afghanistan by the USA, there are still military groups that are fighting to get power of Afghanistan. Those military groups are recruiting children to fight their battles. Many kids in Afghanistan have to join the armies to get money for thier families. They get paid for fighting wars. The article says "The reasons are obvious: children are cheaper to employ, slow to question authority and often quick to prove themselves in Afghanistan's gun-dominated macho society." That is why there are so many child soldiers in Afghanistan, there are 8,000 child soldiers there when the United Nations last did a check. The reason there are child soldiers in Afghanistan is because the USA blow up Afghanistan after the September 11th bombings. USA dropped bombs on all of Afghanistan and ruined the whole country. There were no more houses, or jobs, or anything. Then the kids had nothing to do besides become a child soldier. Many of their friends and family died so it makes them very angry and want to have revenge on the USA. Some of them want to have support since their family is dead and they can get support from the armies if they become fighters.I am intrested in what does Usa army is doing wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-8609127801566377875?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/8609127801566377875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=8609127801566377875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8609127801566377875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8609127801566377875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/child-soldiers-in-afghanistan.html' title='Child Soldiers in Afghanistan'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-4894856393553262665</id><published>2007-02-20T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:54:18.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Soldiers</title><content type='html'>I found an interesting article by &lt;a href="http://www.brookings.edu/printme.wbs?page=/pagedefs/72e499344d0bff3c7fff7eb70a1415cb.xml"&gt;Peter W. Singer&lt;/a&gt; called Facing Saddam's Child Soldiers. It was written in 2003 but I think it is a good article because it talks about child soldiers being a regular part of war in today's world. It also talks about what Saddam Hussein did to make it possible for child soldiers to be part of his battles. At the time the article was written more than half of Iraq's population was below the age of 18. Saddam Hussein trained children how to fight in wars. He taught them how to fight by having 3 week long training camps in the summer for boys. The boys who went to this camp some were only 10 years old. They had to do drills to learn how to use weapons and how to be in warfare. Saddam Hussein made the boys train so that they could politically defend him when a war would occur. So Saddam Hussein knew that a war was coming much before USA even thought of invading. Saddam had these camps for boys starting in the 1990s. I think that these boys that Saddam trained are the ones fighting against the USA right now because the only thing these boys know how to do is fight. They have been told that Westerners are bad, they don't care about you, they will kill you, they hate your religion, they won't have mercy, kill them before they kill you. The article also says that USA military usually wouldn't kill kids, but that in a war in Iraq they might be forced to because they are going to be fighting against the kids. I think that the USA military are told to kill the enemy even if the enemy are kids. If they don't kill the kids in Iraq, they kids will kill them. That is why some of the vets that come back from Iraq are so traumatized and feel guilty. They think that their wives and girlfriends might think they are monsters because they killed kids in Iraq. The article also says that US troops have to remember that not all kids are soldiers. There is the chance that US soldiers will just start killing any kids they see because they will think they are going to kill them.Next I am goind to reserch chlidern in afganistan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-4894856393553262665?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/4894856393553262665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=4894856393553262665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/4894856393553262665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/4894856393553262665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/child-soldiers.html' title='Child Soldiers'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-8401673583381194866</id><published>2007-02-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:05:00.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans try talking about trauma</title><content type='html'>On BBC News I found a very interesting article by &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/americas/4635075.stm"&gt;Richard Allen Greene&lt;/a&gt; called Veterans try talking about trauma. After the article there was a place where people could write in comments telling about the trauma their families had experienced because of war. The best part of the article is the comments that people wrote because you could hear the different ways that war affected people from all over the world. For example, Haider from Bagdad, Iraq wrote that for three days he and his family were stuck in his house while the Republican Guards bombed their neighborhood. He found his neighbor's body parts on the roof of his house because a bomb blew his body parts away. The daughters of Haider have nightmares and they cry anytime they hear loud noise because it reminds them of the sounds of the loud bombs that happened outside thier house.  This experience can cause mental disease. People from many different places in the world responded to the article. There were people writing from Iraq, United States, United Kingdom, Canada, Holland, Norway, Sweden, Australia, and Egypt. Cheng from Canada wrote about a patient that killed a young 14 year old child in Vietnam and now he has nightmares about watching the kid die and also he can never eat meat because he shot the boy in the head. He feels like he is a murderer even though he only was a soldier doing what the government told him to do. The poor guy has suffered a lot and we have to admire him in a way for all his suffering. Marwan from Iraq had lived in war since he was six years old because of Iran, Kuwait and the UN sanctions. Living in constant war caused him not to fear death because he saw it everyday. People dying was part of his life, he thought that it was natural and so he doesn't have fear of death. He is also always worried about gas, water and food because they had to live sometimes without any because of the wars. He is very controlling and always trying to plan his life to make sure he has gas, water and food. Another comment from John in England said that he fought in the Gulf War with his twin brother and the war made his brother lose his marriage. He thinks that all ex-service people are socially strange because it is a coping mechanism to deal with what they have done. People who go to war feel guilty because they have killed people. The president tells them to kill people so they have no control they have to do what the president says. They have to live with it and think that when war is over I won't kill anyone again and I am not a bad person. They can do community service to feel better. I am going to research about effects of war on children and especially child soldiers. I am interested in researching child soldiers because I am in MUN and it is the topic in my committee. I have already learned a few things about child soldiers like girls are used as sex slaves, some boys are told to rape girls, some child soldiers have never had a normal life or family, there are about 300,000 child soldiers in the world, and Uganda, Sri Lanka, Colombia, Zimbabwe, East Timor, Somalia all have child soldiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-8401673583381194866?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/8401673583381194866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=8401673583381194866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8401673583381194866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8401673583381194866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/veterans-try-talking-about-trauma.html' title='Veterans try talking about trauma'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-7107814128622322744</id><published>2007-02-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:30:59.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling the Effects of War</title><content type='html'>InNewsweek, I found an article by &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6597101/site/newsweek/"&gt;Peg Tyre&lt;/a&gt; called Battling the Effects of War. The article is very interesting because it talks about the psychological disorders of people who come home from the Iraq War. Some of the most common psychological effects are post tramatic stress disorder that is a mental condition caused by extreme stress. It also makes soldiers hypervigiliance, insomnia, recurring nightmares, anxiety, mood disorders, depression, and intrusive thoughts. People who suffer from these conditions fall into drug and alcohol abuse, unemployment, homelessness and suicide very easily. The United States is trying to help these people by counseling, social workers, mental hospitals, outreach programs, mental health clinics, and psychiatric hospitals. Sometimes these programs don't work for example, "Jefferey Lucey hanged himself in the basement of his family home" one year after returning from Iraq. Sometimes soldiers become schizophrenic and die because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-7107814128622322744?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/7107814128622322744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=7107814128622322744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/7107814128622322744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/7107814128622322744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/battling-effects-of-war.html' title='Battling the Effects of War'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-8961163849325187106</id><published>2007-02-05T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:31:30.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLP Maria Jose'/><title type='text'>effects of iraq war on  USA</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/iraq/2006-03-16-iraq-war-anniversary-effects_x.htm"&gt;USA today &lt;/a&gt;I found a intresting article by Rick Hampson about the effect of the Iraq war in USA. He mentions that there are many psychologic effects of war. The way people think, feel, and act is changed. Some people say that the war in Iraq has made them pray and cry. The war has changed the way some people view their spirituality. Some people think it is more important now to have a relationship with life because of the death they hear about everyday in Iraq. Veterans have mental disorders because of what they have seen and experienced in war. War has also affected veterans by making them feel guilty for what they have done. The patriotism in the United States has been affected because people feel that what they have done is good and others feel harshly about what their country has done in Iraq. Even Americans who are not fighting in the war are also affected. "Rose Gill, 56, of Round Rock, Texas, lost her Marine son Steven to an improvised bomb last July in Iraq. She lost her job three weeks later because she was too distraught to go back to work." It is very hard to lose a son, father, friend, and it is hard to get back to normal life when you have lost a loved one. "Jim Murphy, 60, counsels returning veterans who have mental problems because of what they saw." The article says that some Americans don't think they have been affected at all. "A majority of poll respondents say they have not sent a letter, e-mail, or care package to troops in Iraq." Even though the destructive bombing is not happening in the United States, it can still effect the people there. In USA people can see the images of violence on television and newspapers. They hear everyday about "...roadside bombings, military funerals, shattered mosques, wounded children..." Hearing about these things makes people feel sad and depressed. People can feel helpless because their country is doing such harm and they have never felt the same harm as Iraq is feeling. Other people think that USA is helping Iraq because Sadam Hussain was killing the Kurds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-8961163849325187106?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/8961163849325187106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=8961163849325187106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8961163849325187106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/8961163849325187106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/02/effects-of-iraq-war-on-usa.html' title='effects of iraq war on  USA'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-5820270979606664580</id><published>2007-01-29T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:15:32.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the &lt;a href="http://internationalteenlife.pbwiki.com/First-Questions-and-Thoughts"&gt;teen life wiki&lt;/a&gt; I have found interesting the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Are there a lot of crimes commited where you live? (April / Mr. Fisher's class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is crime commited in my country daily, but whe don't know how much because the paramilitaries (paras) and the guerilla forces dump and hide the people they kill in the Magdalena River. The paras kill those people because they think they are in the FARC . The FARC is a guerilla group, and the paramilitaries are a rebel groups who think the government can not do all the things that are necessary to keep their country safe from the FARC. They think the government is too weak to destroy FARC. The paras believes they are helping the government by killing, torturing, and confiscating things from the FARC who are against the government. There is crime in Cartagena, especially in the poorest neighborhoods. I do not see crime everyday. I don't see people shooting other people in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Is there any way you think you can reduce the pollution and/or crime? (Ashley.M/Mr.Fisher's Class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to your question about reducing crime in Colombia, I think our government can try to reconcile with the guerillas and the paramilitaries. Our government is spending too much time hunting through the forests looking for guerilla and paramilitary groups. When the government police find their camps they have gun battles against the guerillas and the paramilitaries. Our government is spending a lot of time hunting people down and and the goal of these people is to kill police officers and people who they think belong to the other rebel group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Is it safe there for kids to walk on the streets?(Ashley.M/Mr.Fisher's Class) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live is very safe, but I try to go with a friend at night because if I go by myself it is easier for people to target you as a victim. My father does not let me walk alone at night, he prefers that I am with at least two other friends. I would not feel comfortable walking alone through a poor neighborhood. Crime happens everyday in the poor neighborhoods. During the day my friends and I hang out on the street and we walk, skate, and ride bikes on the walkway by the Bay. I feel very safe when I am on the bay walk because there are lots of lights and people and you can see any strangers. There has been police there also, especially when there are famous people in town. When Bill Clinton and President Bush came to town the whole city was completely filled with policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Dose your community/town/city have a well orginized goverment? (Tyler and Dustin/ Mr.Fisher's class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country 10 years ago they were laws that no one followed them seens the guerilla was killing people and some people say why shud I followed the law the anwers is that the war is wrong you have to do what the law says so it easier for the goverment to make peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-5820270979606664580?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/5820270979606664580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=5820270979606664580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/5820270979606664580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/5820270979606664580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-teen-life-wiki-i-have-found.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-1571406914347030896</id><published>2007-01-28T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:43:01.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qch7icPWl2g/Rb0cwR4beHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WSIuxtpjp7E/s1600-h/Imagen3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qch7icPWl2g/Rb0cFB4beGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NLFC6mWOLUU/s320/Imagen2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025203631945381986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qch7icPWl2g/Rb0bqx4beFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GL2aeZfnck/s1600-h/Imagen1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qch7icPWl2g/Rb0bqx4beFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GL2aeZfnck/s320/Imagen1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025203180973815890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-1571406914347030896?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/1571406914347030896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=1571406914347030896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/1571406914347030896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/1571406914347030896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/01/war.html' title='war'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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/_Qch7icPWl2g/Rb0cwR4beHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WSIuxtpjp7E/s72-c/Imagen3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-1090792302592101300</id><published>2007-01-15T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:06:04.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLP Maria Jose'/><title type='text'>**I hate war**</title><content type='html'>Hello! My name is Maria Jose. I am 13 years old. My mom had cesarean surgery July, 7 1993 and I was born. I grew with my mother; sister and my father how work with banco de la republica. I am totally happy with the family I have. My sister is my cute little bunny how loves partys.I am proud of her and I have leard a lot with her.My mom is a 46 years old woman how look 10 years younger. I look like her mother.My father is columnist and dedicates his live to work hard and he teaches me that hard work is important in life.Some people say my parent looks like the teacher and the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried that this wars is not going stop. I don’t like war because people died. There is a better option that is called debate is not easy but shushed reinforced. Missed agreement cause a tagety thousand were kill in lebanon.Includig the soldier for the one the war started israel could trade him for women and chidren and the army would not suffer the deaf of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day rape is more common now than the more of the victims of rape my know people that can be allon with the victim.There has ben case that man raped his girlfriend because she didnt wanted to have sex. In Zimbabwe girls in the nactional training program are been raped in the night and is they cry afterwards they were beaten with hosepipes.Other people dont report some are raped daily and are also beaten.In most case woman rape by people they now and are raped more then one time they dont report rape because they will get beaten in some coutries they are not in jail for few month and then they can rape again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic abuse in some places women are beaten,totured and raped by there husbands and some are tramua they dont now what to do in islam domestic abuse is not wrong. The dometic abuse envolves rape, sicolgical abuse and phiscall abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the is in peace when I am 36 years old and theres no violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-1090792302592101300?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/1090792302592101300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=1090792302592101300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/1090792302592101300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/1090792302592101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-war.html' title='**I hate war**'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116463511823944929</id><published>2006-11-27T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T05:45:18.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. Seen I didn’t have a partner because I wasn’t popular. Everyone single boy in school wanted to date Liz the most popular girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 8 to weak Michael how take a year bathing. So I woke him up and drag him to the shower. After ten minutes there he realized that it was Friday 18 the worst of his life the sweet heart dance at 6 pm. &lt;br /&gt;Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burns his butt with my mom’s cigarette wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So dad told us that we could look in he’s closet went to my dads room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I what you to look grate” I answers” Michael just try it on”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tack off”. Dad told me that we could buy another shirt. We went to Arturo calle a men shop. When we arrived we stared searching for a shirt.Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. Seen I didn’t have a partner because I wasn’t popular. Everyone single boy in school wanted to date Liz the most popular girl in school.Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burns his butt with my mom’s cigarette wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So dad told us that we could look in he’s closet went to my dads room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one.Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”."I what you to look grate” I answers“Michael just try it on”He answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tack off”. Dad told me that we could buy another shirt. We went to Arturo calle a men shop. When we arrived we stared searching for a shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116463511823944929?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116463511823944929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116463511823944929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116463511823944929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116463511823944929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/11/michael-always-loves-to-fight-with-his_27.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116463511790198424</id><published>2006-11-27T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T05:45:17.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. Seen I didn’t have a partner because I wasn’t popular. Everyone single boy in school wanted to date Liz the most popular girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 8 to weak Michael how take a year bathing. So I woke him up and drag him to the shower. After ten minutes there he realized that it was Friday 18 the worst of his life the sweet heart dance at 6 pm. &lt;br /&gt;Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burns his butt with my mom’s cigarette wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So dad told us that we could look in he’s closet went to my dads room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I what you to look grate” I answers” Michael just try it on”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tack off”. Dad told me that we could buy another shirt. We went to Arturo calle a men shop. When we arrived we stared searching for a shirt.Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. Seen I didn’t have a partner because I wasn’t popular. Everyone single boy in school wanted to date Liz the most popular girl in school.Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burns his butt with my mom’s cigarette wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So dad told us that we could look in he’s closet went to my dads room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one.Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”."I what you to look grate” I answers“Michael just try it on”He answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tack off”. Dad told me that we could buy another shirt. We went to Arturo calle a men shop. When we arrived we stared searching for a shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116463511790198424?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116463511790198424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116463511790198424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116463511790198424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116463511790198424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/11/michael-always-loves-to-fight-with-his.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116402992596474670</id><published>2006-11-20T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T05:39:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 draft</title><content type='html'>Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. Seen I didn’t have a partner because I wasn’t popular. Everyone single boy in school wanted to date Liz the most popular girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burns his butt with my mom’s cigarette wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So dad told us that we could look in he’s closet went to my dads room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one.&lt;br /&gt;Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”.&lt;br /&gt;"I what you to look grate” I answers“Michael just try it on”&lt;br /&gt;He answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tack off”. Dad told me that we could buy another shirt. We went to Arturo calle a men shop. When we arrived we stared searching for a shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116402992596474670?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116402992596474670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116402992596474670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116402992596474670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116402992596474670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-draft.html' title='2 draft'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116264424542549659</id><published>2006-11-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:44:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year nightmare</title><content type='html'>Last year life was a nightmare because my science teacher thought it was cute putting me a D.I didn't have much vacation , I went to san Anders and I dirtied seen then my body doesn't work as I want I feel seek,I can swam that much.&lt;br /&gt;This vacation I will seaming then I wile read science. That will be cool for me I look like nerd I now but I am school.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was relive when I finish my last test witch I felled hoddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116264424542549659?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116264424542549659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116264424542549659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116264424542549659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116264424542549659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-year-nightmare.html' title='Last year nightmare'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116221587718011111</id><published>2006-10-30T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:44:37.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/na/archive/00218/michael_ballack__ty_218423c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/na/archive/00218/michael_ballack__ty_218423c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116221587718011111?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116221587718011111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116221587718011111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116221587718011111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116221587718011111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116221574515420206</id><published>2006-10-30T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:47:33.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters due on mapple street</title><content type='html'>The messenger of monsters due on Maple Street is that the most dangerous enemy is are selves. We destroy are selves by insulting other people, accusing, worst we make fun of other and scapegoat on other people. For example when the car of les Goodman starts they scapegoat on charlie and when they stared insulting Tommy an innocent boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s true. In every day life we see people kill other people because of religion. I putted simple in school we make fun of are classmates I rembered when we made fun of a friend we told her that she was dumb and awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maple Street they should ad more ironies, conflict and more tragedies. Tommy should be a teenager that gets ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116221574515420206?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116221574515420206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116221574515420206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116221574515420206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116221574515420206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/monsters-due-on-mapple-street.html' title='Monsters due on mapple street'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116207745919844328</id><published>2006-10-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:17:39.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my family</title><content type='html'>My mom is now 46 look like a 36 woman how dress like she shuold no mini shirt. Personoly I want to be like my mom she smart. she is my like baby sens i am taller than the her she is always in a good mode and she has caring of me and my sister how is 11 years old and hangs out with her friends nigth and day she loves me more than never I now that thanks to a little fight she sad i hated her i love her more than she thinks because school gets me crepy and I pay it on her. I love my family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116207745919844328?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116207745919844328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116207745919844328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116207745919844328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116207745919844328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-family.html' title='my family'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116161075049690550</id><published>2006-10-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:02:33.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael always loves to fight with his sister, me. If today was the exception seen he was my partner for the school dance. The school dance was the traditional sweet hearts dance my ex John and I won we were the dream couple of all high school after the deaf of john there was a myth that I was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is nice and so clumsy one day he burn his butt with my ex boyfriend, Johns cigarette .I wanted to light his butt with a litter after today’s supper. Seen he drops his soup inside his shirt it was the only one we thought he look grate in. So we went to his room and I open the closet well he was taking a bath I saw he most beautiful shirt, it was a pink one I pull it out as always Michael said "You should let me wear what ever”. I answers "I what you to look grate”. Michael said "that why john died because of you try to bus him around” As always he mansions my ex john how died in a car accident near a gasoline station a year ago when his was near 18 years old we he died ,that made me feel sad john was the only one how loved me. So I answer “Michael just try it on” he answers “okay but if I don’t like it I will tacked off “I light my cigarette just when he dropped his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he could buy another shirt .So I stared thinking about john the day he died we stared thinking what we want in life both decided that we were going to merry in a year from that day. We made planes for every thing we were going to do that day so at this hour will be all both will be allowed. Now I here thinking why did he had died why didn’t I died instead of him. So I ran to the kitchen with the wedding dress john gave to me I got the knife for cutting meet and I sucked in my chest. I meet john in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116161075049690550?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116161075049690550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116161075049690550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116161075049690550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116161075049690550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/michael-always-loves-to-fight-with-his.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116130847844146887</id><published>2006-10-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:41:18.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/893a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/893a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/Familie08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/Familie08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/ballacksimone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/ballacksimone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/page33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/page33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/4315844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/4315844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116130847844146887?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116130847844146887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116130847844146887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116130847844146887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116130847844146887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116086545453278584</id><published>2006-10-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:37:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Radiography</title><content type='html'>Seens Monday,2 of Octuber, during mr.hides class I stared feel bad and seen then Ive be sick . Thursday afternoon my mom took me to the doctor he said that I to take radiography. Friday afternoon I took a radiography of my nose the doctor ask me if I had a hard impact on my nose and the next thing I now is that this cold is more servir then tought.Today ive been reflecting that this is made for me to realis I need to take care of my self I am groun up ivoft to take care of me. this diese is not a tragiet not so impotant but I can take care of myself before is something I would even hate the idea more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116086545453278584?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116086545453278584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116086545453278584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116086545453278584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116086545453278584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-radiography.html' title='My Radiography'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116040146029868889</id><published>2006-10-09T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:16:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst Holiday</title><content type='html'>My worst holiday would be if I arrive at this fancy hotel 1-,there's no TV, the bath is broken and the bed is to soft for me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;The food is to wired there is 2-caviar, soup of fish ball and bird eggs. I go to the pool and my dad trip and this hot guy fall to the pool .3-The guy is so hot, cool and nice.4-Then the guy goes to my room, the guy is in towel,the guy is beeding and dees. 5- I pick his he in my leg and told him why he comided suisaid, The police thuogth I could had killed him. 6- Then I remebred tha he gave me a letter but I didint open it, I gave it to the officer.7- My father ask me why I wasnt with the guy I told him he suesid, my father didnt bielived it.8- I said to my father"yes, He comited suesid". That would be terouble.&lt;br /&gt;1-series of independent clauses&lt;br /&gt;2-series of objects&lt;br /&gt;3-series of modifiers&lt;br /&gt;4-series of phrases&lt;br /&gt;5-introductory prepositional phrase&lt;br /&gt;6- introductory participial phrase&lt;br /&gt;7-introductory adverb clause&lt;br /&gt;8- introductory yes, no, or interjection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116040146029868889?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116040146029868889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116040146029868889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116040146029868889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116040146029868889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-worst-holiday.html' title='My worst Holiday'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-116026349903132692</id><published>2006-10-07T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:24:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Watch</title><content type='html'>On Friday I went after school to barranguilla. I saw a man got bumbed by a car it was ugly. Then when I arrive my hotest cuosin also the best 9 year player and next soccer legend, juandi.Then my cuosin gaby, my sister and me went to the movie and saw flight 93. That movie is so sad makes you cry. After we went to speedo and I wanted a watch so we stared asking price and my mom strated asking if its was a men watch. But the one I got was mens watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-116026349903132692?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/116026349903132692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=116026349903132692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116026349903132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/116026349903132692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-watch.html' title='My New Watch'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115979678417928598</id><published>2006-10-02T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T05:36:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxoxo</title><content type='html'>I had problems and still have problem getting along with xoxoxo. First my bad habits on solving are that inroad people and I shut at them. I classified the problem with xoxoxo form 1 to 3. The 1 was when she thought I put the trash of my cookies first they were another flavor. The problem was solved by xoxoxo knowing I didn't put them inside her desk. The second and second worst one. Was when she sarted hitting me and then I started hiting her in religion class when the Mr left. In resolve it happen problem 3 when had to come with close but didnt. So miss sofie let me called home and my mom told me she wuold bring the close to scoold .I youst puted on for the game. I wish it doesnt happen a geen.I personaly think I was guilty because I suud have pacience with the type of persons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115979678417928598?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115979678417928598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115979678417928598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115979678417928598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115979678417928598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/10/xoxoxo.html' title='xoxoxo'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115966235730847977</id><published>2006-09-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:47:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Ballack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/normal_Sans%20titre-6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/normal_Sans%20titre-6.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/1600/normal_Sans%20titre-2%20copie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2919/3720/320/normal_Sans%20titre-2%20copie.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael ballack is the hottest german scocer with Leman,Klose,fings and much more german player.I imired him becuese his hot and one of the best players with the whole german and Zidane.Also for living all his in the semifinal, being a good father for his 3 sons Louis 5, Emilio 4 and Jodi 1. I found that in &lt;a href="http://www.michael-ballack.com/?204A0A2"&gt;Michael Ballacks oficial web page Said:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What constitutes a perfect, football-free weekend for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ballack: "If there's no game scheduled, I just put up my legs and enjoy the days with my family. Regenration and rest come first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ballack: "That's when I do what most other fathers of a family do as well: I play games with my children. Another thing that, as far as I'm concerned, is quite relaxing is playing golf."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115966235730847977?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115966235730847977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115966235730847977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115966235730847977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115966235730847977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/michael-ballack.html' title='Michael Ballack'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115919154526254043</id><published>2006-09-25T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:40:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview of Maria Jose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How has your blog lived up to your expectations?&lt;br /&gt;MARIA JOSE&lt;/span&gt;:No,not at all because I tought it would be lots of work but its bean oky know I love the idea of my own blog tough a get bad grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is Harder of about maintaining your web log?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA JOSE&lt;/span&gt;:I think harder is the spelling because sometimes some letters that I dont want get typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is easier about maintaining your web log?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA JOSE&lt;/span&gt; :Easier is to edit setting because it is knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has your feeling changed since the beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA JOSE&lt;/span&gt;: A lot because I thougt it  would lots of  work but it bean oky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel about it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA JOSE:&lt;/span&gt;I feel its a grate oportunite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115919154526254043?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115919154526254043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115919154526254043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115919154526254043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115919154526254043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/interview-of-maria-jose.html' title='Interview of Maria Jose'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115905568045122966</id><published>2006-09-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:56:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite book "Anna Still Here"</title><content type='html'>Altough you may think that only damage the nazis did to the jews was sending them to concentration camps wich killed many people and left a psicological damage to many. "Anna still here" is written by Ida Vos about a girl how was hiding . You should read Anna Still Here. Ida Vos write in way that emotivates you. It shows you the other face of life. This book made me cry. I feel sad when the nazis do something like that. It made me apresiate my mom. It is about a girl called Anna. After the world war two, she camed out of hiding. Later the things had change, for example: she was in the same grade she was. Also the food they eat, they did Have meat, milk, and butter. Anna’s family and her best friend died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115905568045122966?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115905568045122966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115905568045122966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115905568045122966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115905568045122966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-favorite-book-anna-still-here.html' title='My Favorite book &quot;Anna Still Here&quot;'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115858632930021733</id><published>2006-09-18T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:50:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scariest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rgd.mcw.edu/newsletter/images/rat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://rgd.mcw.edu/newsletter/images/rat1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like “Three Skeleton Key” because it remembers me of my worst and scariest moments in my life. Was when a group of forners, child , the mother, and the husband. The mother had braids all over her head and her husband had a lots of tatus.So we yelled that something falled, they look and then we tell him that his head falled. He had this wierd look that I wanted to leave. This reminds me of the part were the men were stock in the light house and they tried to get out of there. We thought that this men consumes drugs, he look like he was a drug trafficant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115858632930021733?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115858632930021733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115858632930021733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115858632930021733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115858632930021733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-scariest-moment.html' title='My Scariest Moment'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-115854028438010575</id><published>2006-09-17T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:44:44.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Medellin</title><content type='html'>Two ago summer I went to Medellín with my family and Susanas family, We stayed some time in the farm of Susanas grandfather in Rionegro. We had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;One day we went riding horse in the countryside. My horse was David, and he was vey friendly. Later we went to Medellin. Finally we came to Cartagena by airplane.&lt;br /&gt;In the farm they gave us a rabbit for each one. Mine was called Becas Pecas and he was white with black dots. I liked to hold him in my hands. We also played soccer and walked around the farm. One day we went to a small town nearby and climbed in a big rock called El Peñol. It had a very long stairway to climb up. The view from the top was very pretty as can be seen in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a park called Tutukan which had many thigs to do. One of them was an airplane that made you feel as if you were flying. There was also a small train and boats to go around a small lake. In the lake there were many ducks. But what I liked most was a small town where you could play in every building.&lt;br /&gt;Thre was even a policeman a he was a bit crazy. He took us to the town government house.&lt;br /&gt;In Medellin we went to a big shopping center which had many games. We also went riding in the Metro as well as in the Cable cars that go around the mountains. It was great! We took a lot of pictures. When we got down we went to a museum which had many paintings by Fernando Botero. I did not like those pictures because the people are to fat.&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Medellin and Rionegro. The climate is very nice, not very hot. I would like to go back sometime. But I dont want to go to the museum again. Perhaps it would be nice to ride horse many times. Also to go eat beans which they like very much in Medellin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115854028438010575?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115854028438010575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115854028438010575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115854028438010575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115854028438010575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-trip-to-medellin.html' title='My Trip to Medellin'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115798205956450104</id><published>2006-09-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:42:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sharapova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im.rediff.com/money/2004/jul/10look2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 163px; height: 238px;" alt="" src="http://im.rediff.com/money/2004/jul/10look2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this weekend the match Maria Sharapova.I think she is very dedicated.She has practice very day and kills herself to play that well.In &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/newsid_5330000/newsid_5332000/5332006.stm"&gt;Cbbc news theres an article Tennis: Sharapova wins US Open &lt;/a&gt;.Shows her victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maria Sharapova has taken victory in the US Open tennis competition,&lt;br /&gt;beating Justine Henin-Hardenne. The 19-year-old Russian took victory with a&lt;br /&gt;score of 6-4 6-4, and this is the second Grand Slam event that she's won in&lt;br /&gt;her career. Sharapova's serve was her main weapon in the match, and&lt;br /&gt;Henin-Hardenne admitted the teenager had simply played better tennis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow,Sharapova is so grate tenis player and she is only 19. Wow I do amired her. She beautifull and she is the russian lengend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115798205956450104?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115798205956450104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115798205956450104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115798205956450104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115798205956450104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/maria-sharapova.html' title='Maria Sharapova'/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840206.post-115737666323649142</id><published>2006-09-04T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:31:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tenoloy and Education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internet&lt;/strong&gt; : Can help you studies for test and you can have fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell Phones&lt;/strong&gt;:is basic for communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palms&lt;/strong&gt;:Can help them not forget stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ipod&lt;/strong&gt;:Can make music portable.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115737666323649142?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115737666323649142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115737666323649142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115737666323649142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115737666323649142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/tenoloy-and-education-internet-can.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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-33840206.post-115737629540583232</id><published>2006-09-04T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:24:55.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mabehuiod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lichi93.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lichi93.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xkfklsdhflksdhfsb sdf sdf sdgs sd s g fdf gdfkljh dkfh g &lt;a href="http://vito25.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victoria's Blog &lt;/a&gt;sdfjkhsd lkjsdhfklh skldjhfl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j;jgfskhdffrdddddddddddddddjhvcv&lt;a href="http://isa27.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;isa&lt;/a&gt;bvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvhres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33840206-115737629540583232?l=marijosem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/feeds/115737629540583232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33840206&amp;postID=115737629540583232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115737629540583232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33840206/posts/default/115737629540583232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijosem.blogspot.com/2006/09/mabehuiod-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiA JoSe</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></feed>
