<?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-7056019647535662685</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:02:30.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY STUFF</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-4448822023697840665</id><published>2009-06-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:05:27.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exit project report 2</title><content type='html'>    Cirque De Freak: Killers of Dawn by Darren Shan&lt;br /&gt;   They are out numbered, outsmarted, and desperate, and on the run, pushed to their limits by the Vampaneze, the police, and an angry mob. The vampires must now prepare for the deadliest battle yet. It all started when Darren, Steve, Tommy, and Alan find a way into this freak show with tickets. They had a little game to see who will win. Steve and Darren make it in the show. They see many weird things like a wolf-man, a dude with 2 bellies, a piousness spider that can do tricks, and many other things. One of the helpers in the circus is a vampire and gives Darren makes a deal to save his friend bitten by the spider. Darren is a half-vampire who has to prove him-self in the hall of vampires. He then almost fails the last trial when saved by his friend. He then escapes his fate of death for failure of a trail and outwits a vampire prince. He is then declared a vampire prince and is in battle with the vampaneze lord. The vampaneze separated themselves from vampires because they believed it was their rightful place to kill the person they drink blood from. Prophecy says the must obey the vampaneze lord or it will lead them to the clan’s downfall. Mr.Crepsley, Darren, and Vancha must fight alone only with at-most 3 hunters. Darren is corrupted by the thoughts of revenge and vengeance. He thinks he must kill Steve (his ex-best friend A.K.A The vampaneze lord. The other 2 vampires with him (Mr.crespley and Vancha) Are fighting for survival. After Avoiding and evading most traps, they all are looked in combat and fight to the death. 1 of the vampires was fighting the vampaneze lord and 2 others Vampaneze. Well, it was a total act of haste because the vampire that was fighting vampire killed the decoy vampaneze lord who was someone else. Mr.Crepsley surrendered himself and let him be killed to let the rest of the hunters and vampires go. Then the real vampaneze lord went up to him and whispered who he was before he knocked out the Darren and ran through their hidden tunnels. I think that the vampires are foolish since they decided to just walk in through the front tunnel. They didn’t even plan anything out for counters or ways t o defend from certain attacks. I think the vampires are bound to lose this war of scars and mankind will lose control of the planet from the rising of a newly discovered and much bigger threat. The lord of the shadows. Darren is even more pissed and has completely driven himself by hate to kill the Vampaneze lord. What he doesn’t know is that he will become the lord of the shadows if he succeeds and drag the rest of mankind and all living things to extinction. This series of book is a best seller must read books that I know. It will leave you reading for hours. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-4448822023697840665?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/4448822023697840665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=4448822023697840665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4448822023697840665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4448822023697840665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/06/exit-project-report-2.html' title='exit project report 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-1767920871078693659</id><published>2009-06-02T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:04:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exit project report 1</title><content type='html'>                             HOOT &lt;br /&gt;                   BY: Carl Hiaasen &lt;br /&gt;Roy is a normal school kid who keeps to himself. He goes through bullying and a lot of crazy people during the school. Things go a lot worse when he slugs a bully and finds this kid named Mullet Fingers. This kid walks around with cotton-mouth moccasins. (A highly poisonous snake) This kid is trying to prevent some company named mother Paula from bulldozing dens filled with owls. He discovers that this is Beatrice’s brother who is trying to save the owl. Roy decides to take action and searches for a file permit allowing the people to bury the owls. Beatrice supports both of them. Mullet fingers did the evidence sabotaging part to save the owls. He uses snakes and a lot of dangerous things to stop them from completing construction work. I noticed that all 3 of them did there best to stop them from burying the owls. When the time came for The Company to take action, Roy convinced many more in his school to go against it. He was able to use a bully as a decoy to throw them off of their trail from the cops for a while to get prove. Well, let’s make this a lot simpler and easier to understand. Roy becomes a victim of a school bully named Dana Matherson. While riding on the school bus, Roy spots a kid running barefoot and carrying no books and is barefooted. . Later on, Roy makes friends with the homeless boy called Mullet Fingers, who is on a mission to protect rare and endangered species of owls at the future construction site of Mother Paula's Pancake House. With the help of Mullet Fingers' stepsister Beatrice, Roy outthought the bully, helps the boy save the owls and the police officer, who tries to solve this case to be able to gain a high rank. The kids prove that their  really are owls in the den and the new pancake house was closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-1767920871078693659?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/1767920871078693659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=1767920871078693659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1767920871078693659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1767920871078693659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/06/exit-project-report-1.html' title='exit project report 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-563511875100723715</id><published>2009-06-01T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:59:47.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robots part 1</title><content type='html'>A android is a machine that is a machine-looking thing that tries to act human. A human-roid is a bit advanced and has human- like body parts. Some can even express emotion. The uncanny valley is a human interest rate that humans have. When the robots are a little more advanced, our interest rate on the machines increase. When they are too human and inhuman, we get creeps and our interest rate drops below and get repulsed from them. Our interest rate goes below zero and that is called the uncanny valley. Robots will never be able to gain emotion no matter how advanced they are. We can add sensors to them, but they won't be able to feel anything like joy,sorrow,anger,or happiness. Robots are created by humans. They aren't living creatures like us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-563511875100723715?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/563511875100723715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=563511875100723715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/563511875100723715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/563511875100723715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/06/robots-part-q.html' title='robots part 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7084711518362902244</id><published>2009-05-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:22:48.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robot-chimera and machine-human war 18 part 1</title><content type='html'>Long ago, in the middle of robot-chimeras and machine-humans war 18, there was a great battle of total power. The machine-humans were winning the war. Technology was extremely advanced. The machine humans used their body as weapons like shoot with their arm and stuff. Around world war 17, the machines learned how to fuse weapons with their body. When ammo runs out for any weapons,force-fields, and nuclear ghost wrath bombs, you can covert your machine bolts or your cells to refill ammo and regenerate health. Chimeras can make toxic,poisoning, and blinding gas from their mouth which they can see trough and attack with easily. This gas also fuses all other materials. The chimeras were getting wiped out fast and in huge numbers. They were left to their final decision and use the most dangerous weapons in the galaxy. The weapons they use involve bringing back the dead for a short while and make them attack as mindless weapons. If they get killed in this undead-ghost form, they die for good. This weapon is the most powerful  that an revive the entire galaxies dead within seconds. The weapons usage also requires a high price. The reactors  Burn extremely high and vibrate. You have to put the weapon on 3 inhabited planet to recharge it. You must feed the generate at least 3 billion souls recharge it regardless of the amount of souls you use. The other weapon turns you into a human which also makes the object (dead or alive) have a gruesome and very excruciating transformation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7084711518362902244?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7084711518362902244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7084711518362902244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7084711518362902244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7084711518362902244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/05/robot-chimera-and-machine-human-war-18.html' title='robot-chimera and machine-human war 18 part 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-6515484032446730938</id><published>2009-04-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:46:34.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers part 4</title><content type='html'>Sneakers part 4 is about people go to these secret shops that has a whole lot of limited-edition sneakers. They put them them up to $35 minimum to over 2,ooo bucks. This shows about sneaker pimps all over the world. People make music and use sneakers to represent themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-6515484032446730938?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/6515484032446730938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=6515484032446730938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6515484032446730938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6515484032446730938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneakers-part-4.html' title='sneakers part 4'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-1699282367283814461</id><published>2009-04-22T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:24:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers part 3</title><content type='html'>                                                               The almighty shoes&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      Spend your money. Waste your time on shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          A godsend has arrived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 The angels blessings have arrived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       Can't survive without it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        Trade everything for the shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                  Not just any shoes but the shoes of divine power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       Stare forever, stare you must, stare you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-1699282367283814461?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/1699282367283814461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=1699282367283814461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1699282367283814461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1699282367283814461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneakers-part-3.html' title='sneakers part 3'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-3530008383981862265</id><published>2009-04-20T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:58:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes versus bare feet</title><content type='html'>When you walk with shoes, your feet doesn't feel the impact. so when you walk with shoes, and start running for a long while, your body and joints will be damaged. Your brain tells you when your foot is absorbing to much impact. With the the material in your sneakers, your nerves don't tell your body to stop running. without shoes, your body tells you instantly that you need to stop running and causing shock. That is how sometimes your bare foot is better than sneakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-3530008383981862265?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/3530008383981862265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=3530008383981862265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3530008383981862265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3530008383981862265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoes-versus-bare-feet.html' title='shoes versus bare feet'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8462795387299489610</id><published>2009-04-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:17:41.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretend it is your first year of high school.</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't feel much since I was in one school all my life and nervous about leaving this school. Freshman friday is the day were it is time to run for your life but other words, I'm getting used to the school. This school year seems like it won't seems be so bad. It looks like this year isn't as bad as I thought. It can be pretty bad during the first couple of fridays, but you will get used to it. It looks like it won't be a nightmare at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8462795387299489610?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8462795387299489610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8462795387299489610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8462795387299489610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8462795387299489610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretend-it-is-your-first-year-of-high.html' title='pretend it is your first year of high school.'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8642557911500816498</id><published>2009-04-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:06:11.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never ever</title><content type='html'>I will not let the people I like like my mom and dad and people I like spend time alone when they are older and when I will have too move away or something. I will support my parents and kids with respect when I grow up. Right now, I am a major pain to almost everyone I know and annoying. In the future I will be supportive and help people. I would spend time and teach my kids respect and let them have fun. I will just act however I want now and make it up to everyone once i get older with support and love. Well, I'm not going to write much about this cause is  something I really don't like talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8642557911500816498?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8642557911500816498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8642557911500816498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8642557911500816498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8642557911500816498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-ever.html' title='never ever'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-514380528558950501</id><published>2009-04-06T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:48:32.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers part 2</title><content type='html'>Sneakers part 2 is about how sneakers help you and how it can support you. It shows how a machine with thousands of sensors see the energy in your feet. Then you are checked in another machine and it sees the amount of pressure you put on your foot. That then analyzes your arch and the rest of your foot. Then you are put in another machine which takes a 3d view of all the bones that are affected by your foot. That analyzes what cause damage. Then they make the shoe right for you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-514380528558950501?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/514380528558950501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=514380528558950501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/514380528558950501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/514380528558950501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneakers-part-2.html' title='sneakers part 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-6137232953440604157</id><published>2009-03-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:23:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers part 1</title><content type='html'>Sneakers part 1 is about how the humans transformed. long ago humans were just big hairy apes. Then we just slowly transformed so instead of our feet use for walking and climbing, it was used for walking and running. People invented shoes exactly the same. The shoes were created in the late 80s and was made of only rubber. Then  another company started inventing running shoes and it sky-rocketed through the walls. then in the 1960s, people then started to make protection for feet. Shoes were then created for protection or other things that included running. Shoes were then created with multiple parts and more styles and designs. It then created multiple businesses. With all that came the name sneakers.&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-6137232953440604157?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/6137232953440604157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=6137232953440604157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6137232953440604157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6137232953440604157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/03/sneakers-part-1.html' title='sneakers part 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-1878649508071091397</id><published>2009-03-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:52:03.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 questions</title><content type='html'>(1) Where does all our trash go? All the trash we throw out either gets burned, recycled,rocketed onto space or put in landfills. All our junk is sent throw a series of machines or just thrown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) How is paper recycled? All our garbage is sent to a center which it is then dumped. It is then picked up by a grappler and dumped in another machine. That machine called permanent magnet then picks up all the materials that can't be recycled like metals and glass and stuff like that. Then it is sent to another machine which that scans it just in case there is any trace of other materials left. That sends it to another machine that adds warm water and blends  it. That then produces a oatmeal looking thing from all the paper and water made. That is then run down with huge fans with 350 degrees which then is completely dried and that is then made into paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) Can we reduce trash? Yes trash can be reduced by recycling or burning it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4) What would happen if their were no people collecting trash?  If no one decides to collect trash, we all would be buried in it and our cities filled trash. We will soon be squashed by all the pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5) Where would all our trash go once all the ground is under trash? We will all be forced to throw all our trash into space. &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/7056019647535662685-1878649508071091397?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/1878649508071091397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=1878649508071091397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1878649508071091397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1878649508071091397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-questions.html' title='5 questions'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-4498110385174275599</id><published>2009-03-18T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:20:31.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trash talk part 5</title><content type='html'>Trash talk part 5 is just act cool about waste and how to get rid of garbage and ways to get rid of garbage or reducing it. It shows how we can just dump our garbage into the sun and set in on fire. That cause too much pollution so we made a easier way. We make a machine that minimizes garbage by burning it and shrinking materials for recycle. Then the weight of the garbage decreases. So does the size of the garbage. All the junk is then sent to land fills. One difference. All the garbage is 90% less. When getting rid of garbage, there are some rules you need to know. You can't just stare at your garbage like an idiot. Act cool when around it. Don't get in the way of the garbage. Most importantly, don't try to save it. It's only garbage. Being a garbage man can't be so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-4498110385174275599?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/4498110385174275599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=4498110385174275599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4498110385174275599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4498110385174275599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/03/trash-talk-part-5.html' title='trash talk part 5'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2739583481971459849</id><published>2009-03-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:56:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trash talk part 4</title><content type='html'>Trash talk part 4 is about a facility where all the garbage trucks from all the trucks all over the state sends there garbage like recycling paper are then sent to a machine. Then another machine called the grappler then grabs it and drops it into a huge blender-like machine. It is then sent around a machine called the permanent magnet that takes up all metal leaving paper. That paper is then added to another machine. That machine then blends the paper with 30,000  gallons of water. It is blended and taken out as fresh disgusting oatmeal like goo. It is then sent to another machine with blowing fans with 350 degrees. It instantly melts the moisture out of the paper. paper. Then paper is created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-2739583481971459849?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2739583481971459849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2739583481971459849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2739583481971459849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2739583481971459849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/03/trash-talk-part-3.html' title='trash talk part 4'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-6520968898336575497</id><published>2009-03-04T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:23:20.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash talk part 2</title><content type='html'>Trash talk part 2 is a episode that shows a facility that Takes care of our thrown away trash. It shows what happens to all the garbage we throw out. All the garbage every where is thrown into a place where it is compressed and sized down. Then a hole is dug up to 3 feet and have it covered in cement. Pipes are then added to the cement if their is a leak. Then they add some clay and something else. Then they add some more pipes. Then they add some more material right before they seal them. People can then use a machine that removes the methane from the dirt and everything sealed in it. The machine then takes up all the methane and then sends it to buildings and that building sends it to some thing else. Then it ends up powering the entire building. It also shows where water comes from. People add a certain chemical that cleans out the water. It is then left to boil for 30 years! Then it is sent to us. The water is re filtered again and then it is sent to us.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-6520968898336575497?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/6520968898336575497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=6520968898336575497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6520968898336575497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6520968898336575497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/03/trash-talk-part-2.html' title='Trash talk part 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-3215600193029693926</id><published>2009-02-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:00:30.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trash talk part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trash talk part one is about people who clean   and dispose of about 800 tons of garbage a day. All the junk that people throw away stuff like tin cans, food scraps, paper, school material and every thing else that you throw away were just thrown into the ocean. The garbage that we throw out is not going to do anyone damage. Actual It does plenty of damage. People are suffering because of the garbage we throw out. Without the garbage pickers we see every day, cities will be flooded with junk. I'm not sure if we will survive very long without garbage pickers that throw away our tons of trash produced by all of us. All the junk we produce ends up being thrown in the ocean causes damage all over. Why don't you just stop trowing away stuff that don't need to be thrown like paper. 30% of our garbage is paper that can be recycled. Why don't people stop wasting stuff that don't need to be wasted. Make yourself helpful and just stop littering. &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/7056019647535662685-3215600193029693926?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/3215600193029693926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=3215600193029693926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3215600193029693926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3215600193029693926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/02/trash-talk-part-1.html' title='trash talk part 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-4987177640696814851</id><published>2009-02-11T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:22:16.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood diamonds (the truth) final conflict</title><content type='html'> Diamonds. What causes the terrorizing of people in sierra Leone? Us. We are the people who buy the diamonds that cost people their hands and lives. People all over Sierra Leone is at war against each other for these shining jewels. How can we help? DON'T BUY DIAMONDS. People pay high price for this jewel for something  over what it is worth. Huge sum of money and people's lives are destroyed because of this greed for diamonds. People's homes are destroyed, people imprisoned and people forced to work. Some of us already know that and ignore it. WHY? People just think it can't be helped. People are forced into the army for diamonds.  Why would you buy diamonds that is not worth enough. Not enough because the diamond you put on your girlfriend's or wife's hand cost the true finder everything. Family, friends, neighbors are all killed for this blood lust for diamonds. kids ripped away from their family and thrown in the mud just for money. Someone can do something. Who? US!!! Help the people. Illegal smuggling, young forced killers and your life used just for these jewels. NO. put a stop to this and tell the world where all the diamonds come from and the cost of all this. People's lives can be saved and restored if we help them. We can start a riot or whatever to stop the diamond hunt. You are the reason because of the diamonds you buy. Do you really want kids to kill recklessly when they don't even know that the people that they are killing are the people that are trying to help them? End the pain and suffering of people. Is this what you want to see? A world of peace? Or a living hell? Having to find something that looks valuable and have some royal or rich family buy it? Ignoring kids mutilated alive? It's your decision that can change the life of all these people. Make your decision now. It will matter. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-4987177640696814851?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/4987177640696814851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=4987177640696814851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4987177640696814851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4987177640696814851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-diamonds-pt-4.html' title='blood diamonds (the truth) final conflict'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-272065869125196311</id><published>2009-02-02T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:42:11.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds could be cheap</title><content type='html'>Diamonds could be cheap is a video about how people pretend that their aren't much diamonds in the world. People will make up stuff to make you pay a high price for something that isn't worth that much. DE BEERS is a company that buys most of the diamonds in the world and make sure they don't put up too much for sale. They hid most of the diamonds in the world to make people buy them. When the stock markets run low, they will add more and too the markets. They will then act like there is still little left in the world and increase the price. People then make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;advertisements&lt;/span&gt; and articles about diamonds and their rarity to make people buy it more and more. Then markets will buy from DE beers and sell to people. People don't realize if their is little of this thing called diamonds, then how come there are so much at stores once they run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-272065869125196311?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/272065869125196311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=272065869125196311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/272065869125196311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/272065869125196311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamonds-could-be-cheap.html' title='Diamonds could be cheap'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-275868501990920381</id><published>2009-01-29T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:22:41.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were a boy</title><content type='html'>If I were a boy is a song written and sang by Beyonce. She says if she could be a boy she would do ever thing a boy will can do. She will just turn off her phone and sleep instead of cleaning and cooking. She describes boys lucky they don't have to do as much work as a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-275868501990920381?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/275868501990920381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=275868501990920381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/275868501990920381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/275868501990920381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If i were a boy'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-472515469305191854</id><published>2009-01-29T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:12:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood diamonds part 4</title><content type='html'>Blood diamonds part 4 is about people That were treated like living weapons for war. Guns and  drugs were given to kids and adults. People were killed if they tried to leave in fear that the soldier is really a spy. It's either you stay and kill the people they tell you die. You will end up killing plenty of people with a AK-47 (including kids and Innocent people that look like enemies or people they think pose a threat to them)  Once you are taken in the group,  you join them and have to stay. All this stuff they get from like guns and food are gotten by people that are digging diamonds. The drugs you are given are made of cocaine and gunpowder. They make you sleepless for many days making you fight and kill without emotion. It makes you strong and maeks you have a total lack of feeling. You will be wasting your energy more and more no matter how hard this gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-472515469305191854?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/472515469305191854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=472515469305191854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/472515469305191854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/472515469305191854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds-part-4.html' title='blood diamonds part 4'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8037732533429785012</id><published>2009-01-29T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:55:02.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood diamond part 3</title><content type='html'>Blood diamonds part 3 is about people form the U.S go to visit sierra leone to visit people. Once you know about all this about buying diamonds, you probably want to visit the source. Well, you should know the true source isn't something you want to visit. Once you go there, the place is horrible. People are getting their hands cut off because they touched a diamond which they can't even keep. They are told to put their arms in a jar and they will get a promotion for finding a diamond. So much for that. SLICE! AAAAAHHHH. They get their hands cut off just because they touched a diamond. When people from the U.S go to see the place, they hear all this stuff that happened a doesn't want to be there. People feel sorry for them. Their are no medical facilities. The People who get injured have to heal on their own. Most of the population there is Mostly people That got there hand,lip,leg or ears cut off. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8037732533429785012?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8037732533429785012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8037732533429785012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8037732533429785012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8037732533429785012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamond-part-3.html' title='blood diamond part 3'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-935526173859395221</id><published>2009-01-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:16:58.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood diamonds part 2</title><content type='html'>Blood diamonds part 2 is about people who take advantage of people so they can get what they want such as diamonds. They will kill cut,rape,torture, and scare people to work for them. They will hold a gun to kids head and make them dig all day so they can get a peace of a diamond. Kids adults and even 5 or 6 year olds will be have to work. If they touch a diamond, they will just cut off the kid's hand just for touching a diamond. People are being treated like a slave. Beaten and forced to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-935526173859395221?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/935526173859395221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=935526173859395221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/935526173859395221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/935526173859395221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds-part-2.html' title='blood diamonds part 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-4237003568980539160</id><published>2009-01-23T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:49:25.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SXoQ-t7ICOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UQNkXuRJOw/s1600-h/smart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SXoQ-t7ICOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UQNkXuRJOw/s320/smart.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294562981592959202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-4237003568980539160?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/4237003568980539160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=4237003568980539160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4237003568980539160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4237003568980539160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='ME'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SXoQ-t7ICOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UQNkXuRJOw/s72-c/smart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-3754830525012560940</id><published>2009-01-23T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:19:13.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood diamonds</title><content type='html'>Blood diamonds are people who use other people to get what they want like diamonds In the places like Africa, people will have to work all day digging, scraping, wetting and searching through mud. They will end up working for months to only find a peace of silver which they will get 2 dollars for when it is worth much more.&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-3754830525012560940?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/3754830525012560940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=3754830525012560940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3754830525012560940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3754830525012560940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds.html' title='blood diamonds'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-5451133209406955836</id><published>2009-01-16T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:39:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAIKOU 3</title><content type='html'>I AM SMART IN MATH.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  I AM ALSO SUPERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;                                                SUPERMAN LIKE MATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-5451133209406955836?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/5451133209406955836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=5451133209406955836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/5451133209406955836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/5451133209406955836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaikou-3.html' title='KAIKOU 3'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-4677817298641768245</id><published>2009-01-16T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:38:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIKOU 2</title><content type='html'>I AM IN MATH CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;                                             THE  TEACHER IS REAL ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  THEY MAKE US REAL SMART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-4677817298641768245?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/4677817298641768245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=4677817298641768245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4677817298641768245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/4677817298641768245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/haikou-2.html' title='HAIKOU 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7776198702762852016</id><published>2009-01-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:35:48.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haikou</title><content type='html'>I DON'T LIKE HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     IT IS REAL BAD FOR YOUR BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               THEY MAKE YOU WOBBLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7776198702762852016?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7776198702762852016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7776198702762852016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7776198702762852016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7776198702762852016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/haikou.html' title='haikou'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2736306685002985603</id><published>2009-01-13T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:00:37.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instuction manual for life</title><content type='html'>Instruction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manual&lt;/span&gt; for life is about a way you can make a shelf. In this story, it is more like how to live. People don't like a change of the shelf for life. People saw the shelf in one way and now they want to keep it like this. People just don't like a change in life. All people want is to live with the only way they know;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-2736306685002985603?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2736306685002985603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2736306685002985603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2736306685002985603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2736306685002985603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instuction-manual-for-life.html' title='instuction manual for life'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2836896974911795967</id><published>2009-01-07T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:45:43.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing freinds to weed</title><content type='html'>being able to choose to quit smoking won't be easy. People know it. Why won't they stop. Well, I guess its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; addictive. If you keep smoking it will become addictive and make you keep on. Well, your loss if you don't stop. You probably will end up with lung cancer, heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; or infections That can kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-2836896974911795967?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2836896974911795967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2836896974911795967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2836896974911795967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2836896974911795967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/losing-freinds-to-weed.html' title='losing freinds to weed'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-5884486677490878245</id><published>2009-01-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:05:02.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAG THE BAGS</title><content type='html'>ALL the plastic we buy. Where do you think all of the bags go. Well, you should know that all the bags we trow out go straight to the ocean in one big stinking pile. That pile is so BIG that it creates a WHOLE LAND-SIZED dump. This is pretty bad because all we are doing is polluting our world even more. All the dump we throw out seriously pollutes the water. All this can kill countless animals bye poisoning or suffocating them by the bags. We can stop this by stop using bags. We can use recyclable bags that we leave at home instead of throwing it out. we can clean up the mess we made by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bagging&lt;/span&gt; the bags.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-5884486677490878245?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/5884486677490878245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=5884486677490878245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/5884486677490878245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/5884486677490878245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2009/01/bag-bags.html' title='BAG THE BAGS'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-1276831003304796670</id><published>2008-12-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:03:37.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Dear Pet land,&lt;br /&gt;Its nice that you take care of pets, but why would you buy them from places many miles away that treat them so like machines and souvenirs? Pets need love and care. YOU guys need to stop buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;animals from the puppy mills. It's not so hard just to give a couple of puppies away. The more you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;buy from them, the more puppies and dogs are getting hurt, gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt; and living in the harshest conditions just for profit. NOT giving them love and care is more like taking a baby and leaving him on the floor for sale. You people must stop this and stop supporting dog mills.&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/7056019647535662685-1276831003304796670?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/1276831003304796670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=1276831003304796670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1276831003304796670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/1276831003304796670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-pet-land-its-nice-that-you-take.html' title=''/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-6068384332361752284</id><published>2008-12-15T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:05:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty concotion</title><content type='html'>The most nastiest food combination I ever made was milk,raw chicken and and and mashed smelly rotton eggs. Then I would feed it to my sister my little food combo. As soon as my sister falls asleep, I would take a handful of my little combination an  into my sister's mouth and run to my room as fast as I can. I was pretending to wacth T.V. I would wait for her to laugh and silently laugh my head off. Well, at least I tried to laugh quietly. I soon as started screaming in laughter, my sister barged in my room and started coughing and crying and screaming. She tried to hit me but I pushed he out the room and slammed it. I was laughing so I couldn't really tell what I was fully doing. I slammed the door on her finger by accident. She started screaming her butt and slammed the door of my room open she started crying and hitting me. She took and handful of my combo and tried to shove it down my mouth. I stopped laughing instantly. I pushed her of with with more force than I intended to use. She flew back and hit the doorknob on my door. She tried to come in. This time I slammed the door and held it till she left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-6068384332361752284?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/6068384332361752284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=6068384332361752284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6068384332361752284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6068384332361752284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concotion.html' title='Nasty concotion'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2405698685733309083</id><published>2008-12-10T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:20:51.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformed part 3</title><content type='html'>Wait a sec. Didn't I just say that was the end of me? well, my bad. I almost forgot. In this spider form I can't die. Now, back to the story. "Am I dead, I said. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm in hell right. This hurts like hell!!" SLAP!!  I felt a spiny spider leg slap me. Well, that answers that question. ANYWAYS I was still clueless of what just happened. I just saw myself being squashed to nothing. "what happened?", I asked the female spider. "Well you can't die in this form. That's the only good part about this curse.", she smiled. A sudden evil thought ran threw my head. For some reason I felt like eating her. What the hell is wrong with me!!!! I screamed in my head as loud as my little throat will let me. For a spider, that would have been the most biggest noise a spider ever made." hello. Anyone home", she said to me. As I just wasn't say any thing and staring into space like I was totally lost in space. "huh, yeah I'm here hold up a second. someone was saying something to me. No it was out loud, it was in my head. Looks like I no longer can keep this secret. I'm also part werewolf. Oh yeah so what if I didn't tell you this EARLIER. It's not like it's a big deal....yet.  "hello Mas, it's me. ANYONE HOME," she  screamed. "Well one more thing. If you have any other genes besides human genes, instead of returning to normal, you die within a month. If you can kill AND DRINK their blood, You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably would be able to turn to normal within 4 1/2 weeks. Well, I couldn't ask her any questions cause she ran and said she has to pass the warning to others", she said right before she left. Oh well, looks like I'm going to die. And die I did. Some kid found me and kept me as a pet. I was trapped in a cage for the rest of my days. "AAHHH", I screamed. I was melting. Well, bye bye me. ZZZZZ. I melted. BYE BYE. ZZZZZZZZ. I don't want to die. ZZZZZZZZ. BYE BYE. ZZZZZZZZ. This is a painful death cause I kept regenerating. The shocks kept getting bigger and bigger. ZZZZZZZ. BYE BYE. ZZZZZZZZZ. WHAT THE HELL STUPID SHOCKS, KILL ME ALREADY. ZZZZZ. OMFG!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-2405698685733309083?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2405698685733309083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2405698685733309083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2405698685733309083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2405698685733309083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/12/transformed-part-3.html' title='transformed part 3'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-655780477150152437</id><published>2008-12-10T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:24:20.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOPPING PET HOMELESSNESS</title><content type='html'>Stopping pet homelessness is something that we can do just by simply feeding, caring, and loving pets. People can care and neuter dogs to stop some of this chaos. People can care for these things, but they then just literally throw them away without a second thought. Being a responsible pet owner means you don't just care for them and then throw them away. Being a good pet owner means caring for them as much as possible and loving them. pet owners may think it's wrong to neuter dogs. If you ask me, I'd just say you got a better idea. Bringing these poor animals to shelters is like putting a newborn straight to jail for bring born. Humans just treat them as waste when they see them homeless and living on the streets. Like come on, just because they are homeless animals doesn't give people the to just kick them and treat them like dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-655780477150152437?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/655780477150152437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=655780477150152437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/655780477150152437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/655780477150152437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopping-pet-homelessness.html' title='STOPPING PET HOMELESSNESS'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2359028349475536638</id><published>2008-12-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:02:48.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>animal cruelty</title><content type='html'>Animal cruelty is animal abuse. Animal cruelty is hitting dogs,not feeding them, not caring for &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; them and training them to dog fight. We can prevent animal cruelty by stopping dog fights and taking care of our dogs or give advice to treat them better. We can easily prevent some of this by happening by taking care of them properly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neutering&lt;/span&gt; their dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-2359028349475536638?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2359028349475536638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2359028349475536638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2359028349475536638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2359028349475536638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty.html' title='animal cruelty'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-2236179668958163861</id><published>2008-11-17T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:25:08.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buyer's remorse</title><content type='html'> WELL, everyone likes to spend money on something expensive every now and then. One time I was just riding my skateboard around my church. Then I got tired and went to the store. Then i saw this guy selling Those little things that grow like a feet long. He was selling those for a dollar and was also selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YU&lt;/span&gt;-GI-OH cards. I Brought those 4 of those little things that grow and 28 dollars worth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;-Oh cards. When I went home, I realized the cards were fake. I was real pissed. I brought 3 god  cards for 28. Well, then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remembered that the real god cards are worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot more than 28 bucks.&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/7056019647535662685-2236179668958163861?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2236179668958163861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2236179668958163861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2236179668958163861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/2236179668958163861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/11/buyers-remorse_17.html' title='buyer&apos;s remorse'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8393305473136125963</id><published>2008-11-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:11:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformed pt 2</title><content type='html'> NO, NNOOOOOO!! I still can't control myself. bugs are every where and I'm getting very fat eating so many bugs. I try to stay away from them and starve myself to death but I CAN'T. I can't control my self when I see a bug. I end up devouring it instantly. The only time I can Control my self is in the day. The bug form of me is sleeping during that time. When I continue my attempt to kill myself, i just end up jumping off with a giant peace of web. This isn't easy at all. After a couple of days, I'm greeted by female spider of my kind. She is also human. Well, was human like me. She explained to me this is a temporarily  transformation that has happens to every member of the Verrazzo family. This transformation occurs every 15 years. "You have to remain in that form for 2 months." I felt a surge of pure joy. Then my face dropped. I have a month and a half left. "don't get to excited Mas." If you want to get out of this spider form, you must kill a human being within your remaining time of your 2 months." "What!!!??" " NO WAY. NO ******* WAY!!!" &lt;div&gt;well, I was glad that I'm not the only one like this. SPLAT!! 'AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH." I just got stepped on. Well, that's the end of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8393305473136125963?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8393305473136125963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8393305473136125963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8393305473136125963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8393305473136125963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/11/transformed-pt-2.html' title='transformed pt 2'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8910845641232788893</id><published>2008-11-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:52:58.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 senses, minus 1</title><content type='html'>I would probably give up my sense of smell. It would be the EASIEST sense to give up. Losing any other senses would be disastrous. giving it up would not be so hard cause smelling is something in life you won't really need. You won't have to smell the smell of dumps and nasty smells. The bad part, you can't smell pizzas, chicken, and tasty smells. If you were blind, you get hit by a train. if you are deaf, you get hit by a fire truck, or ambulance. If you can't touch, and you get burned. &lt;div&gt; If you can't taste, you can't enjoy good foods like pizzas. You also can't tell if you smell bad or if you're walking right were a stink bomb is or what. You probably won't even notice if smoke was rising and everyone was running.&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/7056019647535662685-8910845641232788893?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8910845641232788893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8910845641232788893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8910845641232788893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8910845641232788893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-senses-minus-1.html' title='5 senses, minus 1'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7791805171794725505</id><published>2008-10-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:37:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen laptop</title><content type='html'>[1] This person stole this laptop cause he wants to sell it for a couple of games.&lt;br /&gt;[2] He stole the laptop for the fun of having people look for him.&lt;br /&gt;[3] He stole the laptop cause he needed it for Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Doing this was wrong cause you can get arrested for stealing school property.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Doing this was wrong cause you can get easily get kicked out of school&lt;br /&gt;[3] You  will end up getting spanked by parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago, I used to be the biggest thief in kid history. I used to steal basically everything I want. If I don't get It, who ever had it best starts running cause they will be all scratched up and everything. I get what I want whenever and whatever I want. No one, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE tells  me WHAT TO DO.  Well, than I saw a laptop an I wanted. I stuffed it in my book bag and told my mom I want to go home. The next day my mom saw the laptop in my book bag and I got a major beating.  I ALMOST NEVER  steal again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7791805171794725505?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7791805171794725505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7791805171794725505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7791805171794725505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7791805171794725505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen-laptop.html' title='stolen laptop'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8273280183062590821</id><published>2008-10-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:26:20.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transformed</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! I scream. EXCEPT, it wasn't a scream, it was a skittering sound. I look&lt;br /&gt;and I see with eight eyes. Things are a whole lot harder t see. I walk and find out i have eight legs!&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to walk, I fall. It looks like life isn't going to be easy at all. then  I spot a bug. I was very hungry and I rushed over and poisoned it. WHAT AM I DOING, I wonder. poisoning a bug, definitely not me. then i started eating it. whoa, this is like totally gross. I try to pull way but I can't. As soon as I finish, I start to make webs. what in the world am I doing? Like come on, I'm still human!! there's no way I'm going to live with this. I crawl up to the top of a building and jump. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.  I was screaming for a while in my head. SPLAT!!! That's the end of me. Wait. or was it. WHY am I still alive!!! OH NO right before I hit the floor a released&lt;br /&gt;a strand of web. OH NO!!! I HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS FOREVER!!NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8273280183062590821?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8273280183062590821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8273280183062590821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8273280183062590821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8273280183062590821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/10/transformed.html' title='transformed'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-6334070768826043756</id><published>2008-10-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:58:43.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school dropout</title><content type='html'>work.money. those are two main reasons kids drop out of school. kids need to work on farms for&lt;br /&gt;money for their family. then came the MET program. the met program, is a school that teaches you a lot of stuff  instead of peace by peace. this school only requires the minimum amount of pay to learn. this program brings back many dropouts. then, with the money, they help people come to this program. This program helps lots of kids that work on farms or need an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-6334070768826043756?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/6334070768826043756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=6334070768826043756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6334070768826043756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/6334070768826043756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-dropout.html' title='school dropout'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-804828418272603290</id><published>2008-10-08T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:59:39.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>child labor</title><content type='html'>I am going to tell you about child labor. The days are always hard and tiring.  you always have to do non stop work all the time. during the harvest seasons, they are forced to work even more. they have to pick beans from the ground one by one. they are forced too plant tomatoes, beans,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever else they are given. It makes kids feel like they are slaves. unable to do what they want. you barely go to school and don't have time to learn. you have to worry about not breaking your back or straining your neck. your parents let you work because they can't&lt;br /&gt;do all the work themselves. others probably won't help you. your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; could barley hep&lt;br /&gt;themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-804828418272603290?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/804828418272603290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=804828418272603290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/804828418272603290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/804828418272603290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-labor.html' title='child labor'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7190940970740677684</id><published>2008-09-29T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:41:35.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo fight</title><content type='html'>getting tattoos are optional. you should get tattoos only if you want to. you can put tattoos if &lt;br /&gt; you want or not. it's your body and you can do whatever you want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you shouldn't get a tattoo because it ruins your body. if you get one while still growing, it will       look horrible. well, probably cause it will not grow as you grow. when you try to take a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;off, you will find it difficult to take off. when you do take it off, you will see a scar-like mark left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7190940970740677684?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7190940970740677684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7190940970740677684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7190940970740677684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7190940970740677684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoo-fight.html' title='tattoo fight'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-3784405223846693703</id><published>2008-09-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:19:02.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>circe of compassion</title><content type='html'>[1] I would give them a raise and not allow them to use mercury. I would make the working a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;[2] in the circle of compassion would be me, my family, my friends,  and the people that are suffering, including the kids in the "children mine gold in Africa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-3784405223846693703?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/3784405223846693703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=3784405223846693703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3784405223846693703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/3784405223846693703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/09/circe-of-compassion.html' title='circe of compassion'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7578199223182232360</id><published>2008-09-17T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:19:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane ike</title><content type='html'>the damage of the hurricane Ike's winds caused chairs,glass,junk,homes and other stuff left on the street to go flying all over the place. the damage from the water sent bursting from hurricane Ike caused huge flooding. The water sent up by Ike left people stranded on there homes unable to move anywhere.rescue teams with jet skis and helicopters to save as many as they can. people made wood to block their windows. people who decided to stay took cover or probably stayed&lt;br /&gt;on higher grounds. people who were not prepared either ended up dead,homeless or stranded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7578199223182232360?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7578199223182232360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7578199223182232360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;[2] I like playing dodge ball&lt;br /&gt;[3] I like running around&lt;br /&gt;[4] I like pizza&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] I like playing games&lt;br /&gt;[6] I hate waking up for school&lt;br /&gt;[7] I hate boring teachers&lt;br /&gt;[8] I HATE HOMEWORK&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/7056019647535662685-2072929023245175083?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/2072929023245175083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=2072929023245175083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[1]  playing the violin.&lt;br /&gt;[2] skateboarding[tricks]&lt;br /&gt;[3] acting like spider man[jumping all over the place]&lt;br /&gt;[4] boxing[fighting style]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-9046442728331077884?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/9046442728331077884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=9046442728331077884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/9046442728331077884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/9046442728331077884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/09/hidden-talents.html' title='hidden talents'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-798370418944696896</id><published>2008-09-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:23:17.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dc88qnfk_4d8jzf5cr' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Summer'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-8864928263225586490</id><published>2008-09-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:51:57.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my experience as a crazy driver/expierence in bangladash</title><content type='html'>Bangladesh is a city-like place. there are many parts that look completely unalike. some parts look like Porto Rico. other parts look like half-jungle and half-city-village. there are snakes and lots of bugs. mosquitoes are every where. it's almost impossible to live in the heat if you ask me. the electricity goes out 2,3, and even four times a day. they come back like 1,2,3,4, and even 5 hours later. the only reason I really like the place is because it is sort of like a jungle. me and some friends just run into a area and do whatever we want. there is no traffic lights around where we live. there are an extremely little amount of cars. the roads are curved and straight. the directions are sort of like wiggles. oh yeah, that was pretty dangerous for me . I was able ride the motorcycle. there is no license or certain age needed to ride a motorcycle and some other types of vehicles. I was given the chance to ride it. my cousin and i got on the motorcycle. he slowly showed me the gear how to ride and all that. he helped me on most of the curves. on the 2Nd day, I was able to go on the top speed of 65! The 2ND day was also my last day cause that day, a nearly made an accident. I was was going over a bridge at a medium speed of 38. There was a huge delivery truck in front of us. I was to busy looking around. we nearly hit it. my cousin grabbed the handbrake right on time. the motorcycle handbrake nearly got totally wrecked. we were driving on the bridge corner. I was getting screamed at. that was the last time they let me ride. of course my mom didn't know. her answer for me riding the motorcycle would be HELL NO! anyways, it was the best vacation yet. 3 months over there knocks 3 months of school off.SUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-8864928263225586490?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/8864928263225586490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=8864928263225586490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8864928263225586490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/8864928263225586490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-experience-as-crazy-driverexpierence.html' title='my experience as a crazy driver/expierence in bangladash'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056019647535662685.post-7765619405579982761</id><published>2008-09-05T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:48:48.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did this summer</title><content type='html'>I  really didn't do anything this summer. All I did was try learning new tricks with my skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;so far, I learned a 360  and a  wheelie. my next trick was a kick flip.  I was still learning how to jump  until to little fat boys booked it with my skateboard. now all i did was learn tricks with a scooter. so far i learned a jump 180 and a manual grind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056019647535662685-7765619405579982761?l=mrahman188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/feeds/7765619405579982761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056019647535662685&amp;postID=7765619405579982761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7765619405579982761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056019647535662685/posts/default/7765619405579982761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrahman188.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='what i did this summer'/><author><name>mrahman188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613119946357225315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYXK3j4JxiI/SiXMzWvgLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WhoWYtEc8pk/S220/wolf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
