<?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-6108328108343978975</id><updated>2011-10-31T20:46:21.042+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alizka's Site</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-430255933905399002</id><published>2008-10-10T21:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:55:06.901+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Graders Already!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! This is Alizka again, updating. I haven't been checking my blog for so long! I haven't even know that I have reached to over 8,500 visitors! Thanks for checking my blog : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad to go back to school already. Although it's getting harder and harder. The fifth graders just turned to sixth graders at last! We had 2 months and about a quarter at school already. Most of us, as usual, have some problems at math and we work really hard to get through the tests we had so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I miss Mrs. Jane and Ibu Hana so much. Somehow, I hope for both best teachers teach me again. I really thank both of them for making us a better person : )&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/6108328108343978975-430255933905399002?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/430255933905399002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=430255933905399002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/430255933905399002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/430255933905399002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/10/sixth-graders-already.html' title='Sixth Graders Already!'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-3446283611315718379</id><published>2008-07-01T11:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:44.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SGmtnsIjxCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xgm621ISgL0/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SGmtnsIjxCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xgm621ISgL0/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217892540658992162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is what I made in Word Clouds. This is replying Mrs. Jane's post. I made this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://wordle.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/6108328108343978975-3446283611315718379?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/3446283611315718379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=3446283611315718379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3446283611315718379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3446283611315718379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/07/word-clouds.html' title='Word Clouds'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SGmtnsIjxCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xgm621ISgL0/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-8391584214899465816</id><published>2008-06-19T03:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:12:45.357+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone from grade 5! I've missed everyone in school already! It feels as if tomorrow is another school day because I've missed it so much. I wish I could go back to school again. Anyway, I'm just reminding to you all, DO NOT USE TOO MANY ELECTRICITY EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE IN A HOLIDAY! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I hope y'all will have a wonderful time during the holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda, Michelle P, Michelle T, Jennifer, Mandy, Jesslyn Liza, Suah, Jin Ju, Ristia, Raymond, Kevin, Hansen, Beni, Brodie, Andrew, Marchell, Desiree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-8391584214899465816?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/8391584214899465816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=8391584214899465816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8391584214899465816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8391584214899465816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-everyone.html' title='Missing Everyone!'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-7673969293800491082</id><published>2008-06-11T18:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:52:34.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection about Digital Portfolio</title><content type='html'>On the first month in grade 5, August 2007, we had just used edublogs. It's a blog for teachers and students. Though soon after that, it had been blocked by the school. So instead we used blogger. We learned how to post things to our blog and had to write a comment to some of our friends. We soon got to learn how to post a picture. It is very easy, at least since I've done it a million times already. The thing that I like about blogger that it is another easy way to connect with people. We also can see information about what we've been doing. Though the thing that I don't like is that other people can see us and other people might want to find us or copy us by doing this. So I really need to be careful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second thing that we did was googlepage maker. Other people can also see our work there. The things that we put there was only about our UOI topic, Machines. We started doing this since the last week of November. We cannot put about something else than our UOI. I learned to be more precise about things. Since everytime we added a page, we had to change the whole thing which sometimes can be so tiring and annoying. That's one of the thin that I don't like about googlepages. I also learned to be more patient because sometimes googlepages can have errors, or we have to wait for it to load. Just like Mrs. Jane said, googlepages is still new. The thing that I like was that we could tell people about what we were doing and how to do it. So I learned about helping others, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the easiest one was making a digital portfolio in iWeb. This time we've made a bunch of reflections. By that, I learned to be more and more creative about writing short reports and long ones. It's sort of boring to do that though. By making this portfolio, I also learned more about computers. All of us used different computers because we had to take turns to use the iMac. So when we've done some work in the PC computer, we can connect to network and put the files in the iMac. It sounds pretty confusing but easy to do. So I learned how to cooperate with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those things are what we did during this year. Quite a lot huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-7673969293800491082?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/7673969293800491082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=7673969293800491082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7673969293800491082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7673969293800491082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflection-about-digital-portfolio.html' title='Reflection about Digital Portfolio'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-5343739037891032073</id><published>2008-06-09T12:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:27:15.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools of the Future</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder what schools might be in the future? Can you predict it? Well, I predict that school in the future will have more technologies than we have now. One of them is probably big screen televisions that you can drag things in it. For example, in that tv, you cannot find a remote, you can just press with your own finger the things that you want to see. Like the interactive white board. I also predict that there are watches that when you click a button, there will be a small, hologram screen coming up. It will be like a computer. You can surf the internet and play games. There will also a video camera and a recorder. Wherever you are, you can see your friends with that video camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been dreaming for a sreen to choose our lunch. This screen will also be touchable, but it is not hologram. There are options of food that you can choose. It will be categorized by the country. If you press Indonesia, you can choose whatever food you want from Indonesia. Wouldn't it very cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-5343739037891032073?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/5343739037891032073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=5343739037891032073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/5343739037891032073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/5343739037891032073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-of-future.html' title='Schools of the Future'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-621849421635030478</id><published>2008-05-26T23:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:15:10.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip to the Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Hey Everyone! Want to hear something very exciting? Well, on Tuesday, May 13, 2008, my class grade 5 had a field trip to Gunung Pancar. It’s not that far from our school. The purpose of going there is to learn about our UOI topic, fragile environment. We got there by bus until we got to a small road that the bus couldn’t fit in. So we started walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I got really excited when we walked. At first, it wasn’t tiring at all. It was pretty much an amazing adventure. We walked for about an hour and a half. There were many thorns along the way. Steps by steps, it started to get more tiring. Especially with carrying our bags all the way! Some of us kept strong. They keep on going and going as if there’s no such thing as tired in their dictionary. I wasn’t one of them. All I want that time was rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It’s about almost an hour, we finally got a place to seat! I felt so relaxed. My knees are so tired, I don’t think I could make it to the waterfall. Some would go cheering, some would complain. Plus, it was a very very hot day!! Even thought we rested, many sweats still comes out. It was very horrible for the ones that didn’t wear any hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When we finally arrived at the waterfall, boy oh boy, IT WAS AMAZING! I felt so grateful to see fresh, pure, and very cold water. More than half the class just go in to the water. What an amazing SPLASH of water it was! We swam with our PE clothes. All of us brought a change so that we won’t get sick. It was hard to change our clothes since we got really wet and it’s quite hard to make it really dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;After all of us changed, we started packing and went to a shelter that we could sit in and have our lunch. Our food taste so delicious after all of the journey. We started asking questions to the people that took a very good care of the waterfall right after we finished eating. All of us were being an inquirer. We were really curious what it was the waterfall like 5 years ago. There were 4 people that we could interviewed with. They said that the waterfall hasn’t change a bit since they first saw it. I was amazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I got really amazed because I would thought the water would felt even colder 5 years ago. They also said that the pure water 5 years ago are still the same. The second thing that I was amazed with is that there used to be more than a hundred eagles flying. The place used to be a forest and there were monkeys and pigs. What makes me even amazed is that they said the place is bought to a man that’s going to make the place into a parking lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;After the questions that we took, we finally have to go back to the bus, and to school. We took another way to get to the bus. It was a longer way and it was more tiring. Some of the times I would say “I couldn’t take anymore”. There were more rocks and more slippery ways. We got a little rest in front of someone’s house that lived around there. We saw many chicken and goats. Good thing we didn’t saw a pig (it would be cute though)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The second rest that we took is under many trees. It wasn’t as hot. There we were announced that we still got about 500 more steps to go. One or two of my friends count it. I’m just too tired to count that time. On the way, me and Amanda also prayed so that we can get to the bus safely, and good thing WE DID! It felt so free that we had arrived to the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We all took our seats directly and started complaining and talking, and MORE talking. It was such an amazing, interesting, tiring field trip I have ever had yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I couldn’t imagine having another one, at least when the sun is not that hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Imprint MT Shadow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yet, there were more complaining because the air conditioner didn’t work. We started opening up the windows to get some good air. As soon as the bus is ready to go, the driver started driving back to school. We got a really long rest since we got so so tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Imprint MT Shadow'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-621849421635030478?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/621849421635030478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=621849421635030478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/621849421635030478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/621849421635030478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/05/field-trip-to-waterfall.html' title='Field Trip to the Waterfall'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-6423955049563181817</id><published>2008-05-25T21:23:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:45.311+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a fragile environment? Fragile environment is an environment around us that are easily destroyed. Many environment are fragile in Indonesia. For example, forests. There are also specific reasons why are they a fragile environment. There are also MANY reasons that they are NOT supposed to be a fragile environment. I’m doing a report about one of the forests that are fragile called the Low Land Forest in Sumatra, Indonesia. There are many things that we have missed from this forest, but first, I would like to tell why is it really a  fragile environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SDl7K07E_XI/AAAAAAAAADc/DKRzZq5OMAA/s200/Kerinci.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326270338661746" /&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some say that Sumatran Low Land Rain Forest is one of the most forest in the world that is in danger. As y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou know there are MANY  cars in Indonesia, and as this happens, there are also pollution surrounding us. Long ago, trees has been surrounding Indonesia, as pollution is everywhere now, it effects the trees and the air. So does to this Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w Land Forest. Many trees has been failing to grow because of pollution. It is hard for us to breath for a fresh air because pollution has made it dirty and there aren’t many trees for us to take oxygen. This will also effect the habitat of the most unique animals that we once had in Indonesia. Too many animals has extinct because of this condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The things that Indonesian has missed is th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at there are plants that are very extraordinary unique. Maybe you can only find this plant in this forest. It is called Rafflesia Arnoldii. It can make the most biggest flowers in the whole world. There are also many animals that we don’t much seen these days, and some are maybe extinct. One of them is pig-tailed, macaque. Many animals in this forest has also exist in Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SDl8EU7E_ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/WQja-loPgtM/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204327258181139858" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Batang; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sumatran Low Land Rain Forest, World Wildlife Fund (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eoearth.org/article/Sumatran_lowland_rain_forests"&gt;www.eoearth.org/article/Sumatran_lowland_rain_forests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;accessed on 25/05/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sumatran Low Land Rain Forest, World Wildlife (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwildlife.org/wildworld/profiles/terrestrial/im/im0158_full.html"&gt;http://www.worldwildlife.org/wildworld/profiles/terrestrial/im/im0158_full.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;accessed on 25/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-6423955049563181817?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/6423955049563181817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=6423955049563181817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6423955049563181817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6423955049563181817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/05/fragile-environment.html' title='Fragile Environment'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SDl7K07E_XI/AAAAAAAAADc/DKRzZq5OMAA/s72-c/Kerinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-1550465707457461600</id><published>2008-05-11T19:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:42:15.194+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Nature Ville SHOULD be a Member of UN?</title><content type='html'>I would like my country, Nature Ville, to be a part of the United Nation organization because my country will be justified. That all of the people that live in poverty or maybe the ones that aren't will get enough food each day. I also need the cooperation from the people to get enough food and drink all day long, to help the ones that can't. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my country, there's also a rule that children of Nature Ville, poor or rich will have to go to school. There will be schools that children who are in poverty can go to. That they don't have to take our money from their pockets. So does the parents that didn't have the chance to finish at least elementry school, will also get the chance to go back and continue their education. I also want them to stay in a proper houses instead of having to sleep on the ground or even in the middle of the street. So that everything that the country can do to stop poverty will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my country will be justified, I would like man and woman, girls and boys will be equal. That everyone have right to do everything they need to have freedom in their life (not including ruining the country's peace). That woman have the right to walk our of the house and work and earn money. Man and woman will also get the same earnings. So does girls can get the same education as boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've told you about ones who are living poverty, which means that they're living in an unproper condition. Such as dirty air, unproper houses, and that they cannot afford things. These things can also cause them deceases and they cannot afford the money. So somehow, more people died than they are borned, but in this country, Nature Ville, it will change. People can also go to hospitals for free if they can't afford it. I do this because hospitals is meant to help people, not waste their pocket money. People who works in the hospitals will get paid by the kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you know what will I do to make my country's better. Though I have one thing to help other people more. One of my goals is to make people understand that our planet, Earth, is getting hotter and hotter each day and that we can do something to change it. Which is, RECYCLING! I would like people in my country to recycle! The more we recycle, the more peace we will have in this world. By working together as one, we would save the Earth. By doing these things, my country can also complete by being cooperative with each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-1550465707457461600?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/1550465707457461600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=1550465707457461600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1550465707457461600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1550465707457461600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-nature-ville-should-be-member-of-un.html' title='Why Nature Ville SHOULD be a Member of UN?'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-4357089300853667596</id><published>2008-05-11T17:43:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:46.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreamworld</title><content type='html'>The UOI that I've been finishing is called Dreamworld. I would like to show you the work that I've been doing in this UOI. Though first of all, I would like to show what really IS Dreamworld. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in this topic, we will have th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e chance to have our dream country. The first thing that I would like to show you is my country's na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. It is called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Ville&lt;/span&gt;. It is ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lled Nature Ville&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because I want my country to save the environment. F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or example, recycling and planting many trees, and flowers. While the people who live in Nature Ville is called Naturains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I would like to show you is my country's flag. It has two blue wavy line in the very top and very below of the flag. It represents the sea. My country's flag also have a leaf that is on the middle. It represents recycling and it is on the middle because we are recycling as one. I also put a yellow colour above the leaf. It means that our country is bright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbTtKlIe7I/AAAAAAAAACs/6K4jn51qrLw/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199075592733490098" /&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&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;As you know, every country has their own emblem or shield. Mine has one, too. Mine is an emblem. The shape of my emblem is a circle. There's another smaller circle inside it. Between those two circles, there's my motto. Which is "We save, we love, we care" and inside the smaller circle, there's a star. It has the same meaning as the yellow colour on my flag, which is bright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing that I want to show you is my national anthem. It's quite short so it will be easy to remember. Here's the lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Naturains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We save the trees, we save the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Naturains are gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love we care, our country is rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together will be fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For God will always hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is, my country's national anthem. While now, I will show you my currency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My currency is called Ville and Villie. The paper is called Ville and the coin is called Villie. They also have the symbol. The symbol of the paper is a capital V and it has 2 lines that go through it, from left to right. While for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; coin it only has one line. The amounts of the paper are 1 Ville, 5 Ville, 10 Ville, 20 Ville, 50 Ville, 100 Ville. The coin are 1 Villie, 50 Ville, 100 Ville. 100 Villie is the same as 1 Ville and 1 Ville is Rp 10 000,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbbi6lIe9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tHdZMz1qg_c/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199084212732853202" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbbSalIe8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qR4kMcsVMvg/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199083929265011650" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&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;When you are a Naturains, you have to follow the rules of the Nature Ville. Now these are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Naturains are all God's child, all faith are in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Treat others as you want them to treat you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Together, we recycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*People who kill shall be in jail for the rest of his/her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All children in Nature Ville shall finish school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All of whom who live in poverty shall be taken care of the kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All of whom in Nature Ville shall be well-balanced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Naturains are all future-leaders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know? There are also the interesting spots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that you can visit in Nature Ville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These places are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unmelted Chocolate Building:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have ever seen the favourable Unmelted Chocolate Building? Oh it's fantastic place I tell you! Not only can you collect packs of sweets, but you can also be healthy by eating them! This building was meant to be sweet, candied, enormous, UNMELTED CHOCOLATE BUILDING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant House:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in your mind when you heard the place Plant House? If you're thinking the house is made out of plants, YOU'RE ABSOLUTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LY CORRECT! In this type of house, you will have the most comfortable feeling you'll ever had in your entire life! Plants that aren't itcy, comfortable instead, plants that could make flies go away, yet you'll still smell your house like flowers! What couldn't be better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forest With Unique Animals &amp;amp; Plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it be so cool if you could see a unicorn and touch it? Or you would like to talk to a plant? Oh not to worry, they won't bite! All these things are all in Forest With Unique Animals &amp;amp; Plants! You could even take the plants and bring it home. So come and visit us! Fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now I will show you my two maps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will start with the map that will be put on the Atlas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are loads of natural things in my country. There are mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, churches,  desert and roads. The scale of my map is 1 cm : 1 000 000 m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbiDalIe_I/AAAAAAAAADM/_7DIlzgWWWA/s200/Photo+293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199091368148368370" /&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&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;My other map is my natural resources map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are diamond, gold, rubber, oil digging, marble, chocolate, tea, coconut tree, coffee and woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbjEalIfAI/AAAAAAAAADU/MJfy0ru6YWI/s200/Photo+287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199092484839865346" /&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&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;So those are the things that I've done so far. Me and my class also have done a great job on our exhibition. It's a relief that it was over : )&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/6108328108343978975-4357089300853667596?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/4357089300853667596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=4357089300853667596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4357089300853667596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4357089300853667596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dreamworld.html' title='My Dreamworld'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/SCbTtKlIe7I/AAAAAAAAACs/6K4jn51qrLw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-3977566541793398703</id><published>2008-04-20T18:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:33:44.118+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work for My Dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Country's Name - Natureville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Country's Flag -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My country's flag is shaped like almost all of the flag all over the world, a rectangle. It has 2 wavy blue lines at the top and at the bottom of the flag. It will remind all of us that we will take care of our sea here in Natureville and all over the world, too. My flag also have a line in the middle that goes to a leaf. The leaf stands for recycling and the line stands for we recycle together as one country. This line also seperate 2 colors which are yellow and orange. Their meaning was brightness, that we always think positive and will never give up to make our country joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Country's Emblem -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My country's emblem will be shaped circle and there will be a smaller circle inside it. Between both circles, I've putted my country's motto which is "We Save, We Love, We Care". Each 2 words will have a different color; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Save: green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Love: pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Care: orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the background, I've colored it blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While inside the smaller circle, there's a star that fills the circle. I've colored it yellow and the background will be plain white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Country's Currency -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The currency of my country will be ville. The symbol is a capital letter of v and it has 2 and 1 line(s) through the letter. One ville is Rp. 10 000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The paper:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the paper, it has two lines through the the letter V and it is called ville. It has the amount of money in the left bottom corner and in the right top corner. Above and under those has a green wavy live. While in the middle has a circle that is filled with the queen's picture, for the goverment is monarchy. The background color of the paper is light green. The amounts are, 1 ville, 10 ville, 50 ville and 100 ville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The coin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the coin, it has only one line through the letter V and it is called vy (vai). Inside, there's a circle. The color between it is yellow. Inside the smaller circle, there's a quarter that's colored orange at the top and at the bottom. In the middle of it is the amount. The amounts are 1 vy, 50 vy and 100 vy/1 ville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Country's Anthem -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anthem of my country is very very simple with simple words, too. You can memorize it by heart in 1 minute! I made the music in GarageBand. It's a software that can make music and record it. I made the tone at school with a help from my friend, Mandy. We had a lot of fun yet few troubles making it. This is the lyric of my anthem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We Naturains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;We save the trees, we save the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;We Naturains are gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;We love, we care, our country is rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Together will be fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;For God will always hold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Those are the things that I've been doing lately. So let me put another work that I will be doing soon. Catch up with you later! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-3977566541793398703?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/3977566541793398703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=3977566541793398703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3977566541793398703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3977566541793398703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-work-for-my-dreamland.html' title='My Work for My Dreamland'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-2589861899189904531</id><published>2008-04-06T19:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:41:55.805+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had 11 days of holiday for a quarter break? If yes, what did you do? Have you ever thought of your homework in the holiday? Well, my school is probably one of the schools that have a long holiday. Though I didn't really do anything I didn't go anywhere either. Just busy enjoying my time at home. Oh, guess what? My teacher gave my classmates and I a lot of homework. It kept me busy while I'm bored. Now let's hear more of it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my holiday, I didn't go anywhere because my parents were really busy to go somewhere else. So I just stayed at home doing my homework and watching my television. It was sort of boring because I can't play with anyone. Not even my brother, because he had his friends coming over. Though I'm very glad that my parents had holiday for the first 4 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had holidays because it was Good Friday. I was really happy that day. I remember I smiled a lot. At noon, my dad and I played badminton in my backyard. We really had fun playing. So after the big cheering in Good Friday, it was EASTER! My family celebrated that Jesus had risen from the dead for us. I'm really thankful for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after Sunday when Easter ends, it was Monday that my dad and my mom had to to the office. So I had nothing to do but did my homework or watched the television or read a book. Though I didn't read a lot of books because I don't really like to read books in holidays. So this holiday was really boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week, which is on Saturday, I went to Kidzania with my friends. They were Jennifer, Ristia, Shila, me and Jennifer's cousin. We went to Kidzania for a special occasion. It was Jennifer's birthday! We had a lot of fun there. Though it was sort of full that we only got to play 3 games. The best part was when we were in the Acting Academy. The play was about Peter Pan. Me and my friends were the lost girls while Jennifer's cousin was Tinkerbell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we did the drama, all of us had to say good-bye. I really wanted to stay there and play more together but my mom probably won't let me. So after that day was Sunday. I went to the mall with my mom, my brother and my brother's friend. We had lunch there. I had pizza while the others had rice. I couldn't finish my pizza, so I shared it. I t was an incredible pizza. After we all had lunch, my mom took me to his place where no one could know about it. I like it there so much, I wish I could go there some more time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, first day of school, my classmates shared their holiday. Ibu Hana really enjoyed them. she said "It's very wonderful", "That's very nice", " WOW!". She's very positive, that's what I really like about her. So I'm hoping you would enjoy this, too. I wish that I could hear yours sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-2589861899189904531?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/2589861899189904531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=2589861899189904531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2589861899189904531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2589861899189904531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-3687478957314326012</id><published>2008-02-29T11:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:46.305+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol, David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eE-psIk0I/AAAAAAAAACM/lI4WdfG5uUM/s1600-h/David-Archuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172248908936024898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eE-psIk0I/AAAAAAAAACM/lI4WdfG5uUM/s320/David-Archuleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Archuleta's the name. He's probably most favourite one in American Idol Season 7. The judges were very proud of him and like him a lot, even Simon. Almost every girl in the world like him. I think he's a really nice person, too. He has such pure voice. In the first audition, he sang "Waiting on The World To Change" by John Mayer. I'm not so sure about the second one. The third audition he sang "Heaven" by Bryan Adams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-3687478957314326012?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/3687478957314326012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=3687478957314326012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3687478957314326012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3687478957314326012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-idol-david-archuleta.html' title='My Idol, David Archuleta'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eE-psIk0I/AAAAAAAAACM/lI4WdfG5uUM/s72-c/David-Archuleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-1320198112128551844</id><published>2008-02-29T10:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:46.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In English time, we went to the computer lab and we were able to test the speed in our school. Here is my result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eB2ZsIkzI/AAAAAAAAACE/RqCtsNhbryQ/s1600-h/speed+test.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172245468667220786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eB2ZsIkzI/AAAAAAAAACE/RqCtsNhbryQ/s320/speed+test.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6108328108343978975-1320198112128551844?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/1320198112128551844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=1320198112128551844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1320198112128551844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1320198112128551844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/02/speed-test.html' title='Speed Test'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8eB2ZsIkzI/AAAAAAAAACE/RqCtsNhbryQ/s72-c/speed+test.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-4305671131074759837</id><published>2008-02-24T18:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:47.254+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and The Chocolate Factory Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8GK2Xr1TsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GlYbNU_k6qI/s1600-h/Photo+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8GK2Xr1TsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GlYbNU_k6qI/s200/Photo+132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566513873473218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chapter 22:&lt;div&gt;So then, 2 naughty children was gone, and there are still 3 children left. Soon, they were going to the corridors again and were passing these very lovely rooms. One room said, EATABLE MARSHMALLOWS PILLOWS, though they didn't went inside. The other room said LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES. They're wallpapers with pictures of fruits on it, bananas, apples, oranges, grapes, pineapples, strawberries, snozzberries. Mr. Willy Wonka didn't told the children what is snozzberries. He said that if you licked on the pictures of fruits, it will just taste as what the fruit is. So as they keep going on, so does they passed another room which is HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS, COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK, FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS, SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOKS ROUND. Ah, he's really proud of this one, so they went in. What do you think was inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Description of Charlie (in summary):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie Bucket's the name. He lives in a very small house with his family, Grandpa Joe, Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George, Grandma Georgina, Mr. Bucket and Mrs. Bucke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8GB0Hr1TrI/AAAAAAAAABs/ASYfEFzRWm4/s200/Photo+131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556579614117554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;t. There was only one simple bed in his house which is for the grandparents because they a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;re too old to sleep on the floor like Charlie and his parents did. Charlie only gets 1 chocolate bar each year. He really, really wants the Golden Ticket as everybody else did but he said that he wants this Golden Ticket, more than everybody else in the world. Wow, I know exactly how that felt, sad, angry, disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-4305671131074759837?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/4305671131074759837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=4305671131074759837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4305671131074759837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4305671131074759837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlie-and-chocolate-factory-summary.html' title='Charlie and The Chocolate Factory Summary'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R8GK2Xr1TsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GlYbNU_k6qI/s72-c/Photo+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-4403701149265668937</id><published>2008-02-21T22:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:40:46.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goal of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cityplay.co.uk/images/musician_graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.cityplay.co.uk/images/musician_graphic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, since I'm a classical singer now, I would like to practice more and more so that I could show my talent in 10 years-time. Though in that time, I would like to study about more music, either pop, rock, classical, jazz, it doesn't matter. So to make that happen, I will still tell my mom and dad, because they could help me with my future and that's because they have known me for my whole life. So after planning those stuff with my parents, I would like to go overseas to find out more about music. This probably happen until I'm 24 and after that I would work in a studio. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I really want this to happen, I would like my teachers to help me a lot. Like how to read musics and other stuff. I'm sure that I will learn this thing in high school, so I really can't wait. I don't really care who'll teach me, as long as he or she really know what to do to make me be such successful person. I'm sure that it will take a lot of work and probably a lot of tears. I wonder ow my teachers will be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my future to be like this because music could show a lot of emotions, because I'm very emotional. You also can express music in any kind of way. So I could really be mysel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://staff.iha.dk/jhg/images/g-key.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;f. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another 10 years-time (means that I will be around 30), I would like to go successful like other musicians. Since sometimes I could be a very serious person, I'm getting really scared. I'm also very curious what my future will be. If I would be married and have a child already, I will try my best not to be very busy, because I know how child can be when they miss their mom, like I do. Probably I could do most work at home right? So, that's about my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-4403701149265668937?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/4403701149265668937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=4403701149265668937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4403701149265668937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4403701149265668937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/02/goal-of-my-life.html' title='The Goal of My Life'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-8221040034285707450</id><published>2008-02-02T13:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:04:29.602+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timelines of World History</title><content type='html'>Hey, I found this really cool website about the timelines of all over the world history. Start with 3114 BC until 1994. Want to check it out? Here's the link:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.fincher.org/History/WorldBC.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this will interest you!&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/6108328108343978975-8221040034285707450?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/8221040034285707450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=8221040034285707450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8221040034285707450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8221040034285707450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2008/02/timelines-of-world-history.html' title='Timelines of World History'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-5103055272142603399</id><published>2007-12-30T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:47.559+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oocha, My Cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R3d6QF3nG8I/AAAAAAAAABk/tZHucqZ-ItY/s1600-h/Photo+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R3d6QF3nG8I/AAAAAAAAABk/tZHucqZ-ItY/s320/Photo+215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149719115793374146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey friends from grade 4 last year! Haha. Remember Miss Karen's cat that she gave me? Yeah, this is her : ). Her name is Oocha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-5103055272142603399?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/5103055272142603399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=5103055272142603399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/5103055272142603399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/5103055272142603399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/12/oocha-my-cat.html' title='Oocha, My Cat.'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R3d6QF3nG8I/AAAAAAAAABk/tZHucqZ-ItY/s72-c/Photo+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-3103568889925144223</id><published>2007-12-02T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:15:23.082+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions and Answers for Bridge to Terabithia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chucksconnection.com/bridgeterabithia/bridge06.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " src="http://www.chucksconnection.com/bridgeterabithia/bridge06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why is Jess wearing neither a shirt nor shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Jess isn't wearing a shirt or shoes because he would be hot when he began running and his feet are tough enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why has he gotten up early every morning in the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: He has gotten up early every morning in the summer to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Who is Miss Bessie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Miss Bessie is a cow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What news does May Belle share with Jess in the bean patch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: The news that May Belle share with Jess in the bean patch is that people were moving into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old Perkins place down on the next farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why does Jess like May Belle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Jess likes May Belle because she worshipped him by doing whatever he asked her to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What does Jess keep under the mattress? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Jess keeps his pads and pencils under the mattress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What was Jess' first reaction when he met Leslie Burke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Jess' first reaction when he met Leslie Burke was confused whether she's a boy or a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why is Leslie different to the other students?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Leslie is different to the other students because she wear dresses differently and she joins the race that boys only joins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What did the boys organize outside once they had been dismissed after eating their lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: The boys organize the race outside once they had been dismissed after eating their lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why does Jess sit beside May Belle on the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Jess sits beside May Belle on the bus because he's trying to get away from Leslie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why wasn't running fun anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Running wasn't fun anymore because Leslie kept on winning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why was Leslie unable to do the project on Jacques Cousteau?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Leslie was unable to do the project on Jacques Cousteau because she doesn't have a TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Have you ever had a secret place where you went with your friends? Describe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I don't have a secret place where I go with my friends, but if I have one, it would be in a secret place where people rarely go to and I would make a trap on the way to go there, only me and my friend could pass it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Who was the 'real' giant in their lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: The 'real' giant in their lives was Janice Avery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What kind of action do they decide on to pay back Janice Avery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: The pay back action that they decide together was make and give her a fake love letter from Willard Hughes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-3103568889925144223?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/3103568889925144223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=3103568889925144223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3103568889925144223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3103568889925144223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/12/questions-and-answers-for-bridge-to.html' title='Questions and Answers for Bridge to Terabithia'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-7765218038137771715</id><published>2007-12-01T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:47.869+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cover for Bridge to Terabithia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R1F-Yf0SEGI/AAAAAAAAABc/7O16iOZeYBE/s1600-R/bridge-to-terabithia-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139027609129193570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R1F-Yf0SEGI/AAAAAAAAABc/o2xIgTJZcTo/s320/bridge-to-terabithia-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-7765218038137771715?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/7765218038137771715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=7765218038137771715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7765218038137771715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7765218038137771715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-cover-for-bridge-to-terabithia.html' title='My Cover for Bridge to Terabithia'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/R1F-Yf0SEGI/AAAAAAAAABc/o2xIgTJZcTo/s72-c/bridge-to-terabithia-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-2240489995614683133</id><published>2007-11-25T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:26:03.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you know what is a simple machine? Can you describe them? Do you know one of them? Now I'm going to tell you some informations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the simple machines is roller skate. It's a simple machine because there are wheels and axle. Did you know, roller skate and roller blade are quite different. Roller skate is with wheels and only work on the ground but roller blade will only work in the frozen ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've told you, wheels make it move. Without it, roller skate won't work. There's two types of roller skate. The one that I like is the one that the wheels are in one row and it is called 'inline skate'. The other one has two wheels in each side but there are still 4 wheels in total and it is called 'quad skate'. This was first designed in 1863 in New York City by James Leonard Plimpton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this quad skate, there's a thing that can help you to stop. It's placed in the very front and usually were called the 'toe stop'. This thing also appeared in some of inline skate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to play with roller skate or even roller blade, because it's a sport, too. I play with inline skate sometimes. It's very, very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-2240489995614683133?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/2240489995614683133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=2240489995614683133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2240489995614683133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2240489995614683133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/11/simple-machine.html' title='Simple Machine'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-7140422690974096729</id><published>2007-11-14T21:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:21:58.069+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Simple Go Kart</title><content type='html'>Materials:&lt;br /&gt;-3 woods, 1 is for the long one and the other 2 is for the shorter one.&lt;br /&gt;-4 wheels&lt;br /&gt;-6 nails&lt;br /&gt;-hammer&lt;br /&gt;-steering rope&lt;br /&gt;-two quite long sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;After you had those materials, you can start by attach the 2 shorter woods together with the longer woods in the middle (it will look like a capital i, I). After that, choose which one would be the front one then you'll be able to put the steering rope by making 2 holes in the side of one of the shorter woods. Under those 2 woods, stick the 2 long sticks. It's for attaching the 4 wheels together, accept for each woods, 2 wheels. For sticking those things, you will need a hammer and 6 nails or it could be more if it's not strong enough! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kartbuilding.net/wooden_go-kart_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can try to go down the hills with your own go kart, but always remember safety!&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to supervisor(s):&lt;br /&gt;This very simple go kart doesn't have any brakes. It only use rope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-7140422690974096729?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/7140422690974096729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=7140422690974096729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7140422690974096729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7140422690974096729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-simple-go-kart.html' title='A Very Simple Go Kart'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-215005723949695080</id><published>2007-11-11T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:25:18.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe, You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.namartyrs.org/podcast/holyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.namartyrs.org/podcast/holyfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Theme: How we express ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Central Idea: The beliefs and cultures are conveyed through ritual, celebrations, and the arts and the way people live their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Reflection:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At last, we've almost finished our unit 'I Believe, You Believe'. It has been a great time having this unit. I've learned a lot of lessons, too. Now I'm going to tell what I have done so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First of all, we had to make a short report about our beliefs when we were young. I've heard a lot of funny stories from my friends and teachers about their beliefs. It was kind of hard to remember all those memories we had, isn't? So in this task I've been reflective to remember some of my beliefs when I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After all those times we had for the task, we watched Beatrix Potter. It's about an author which have very deep imagination. We had done a lot of activities for only one simple topic, amazing isn't? I've been sharing some things to my family, too. My mom thought that I've been a knowledgeable student for doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now I'm going to tell you about my favourite task in this unit. We had to make a haiku, it's a kind of poem. The topic is about 'God's Love'. My friends and I have different thoughts about 'God's Love'. So I've learned to be an open minded person because of knowing that we all have different thoughts, even beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Next, about our blogs. We've been posting our experiences to our blog and probably some informations. In this task, I'm trying to be principled because our teacher, Mrs. Jane, had told us to do quite a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, the biggest task there is, an exhibition. My group had quite a lot of problems, but we solved them anyway. So my group and I have been a very good thinker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The second best is the field trip that we had. We went to two different places. I like it there because one of the places is Church Cathedral. I prayed there, and also learned some informations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So those are the things that I've learned. Quite a lot isn't? And seriously, I had fun! See you in the next unit!&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/6108328108343978975-215005723949695080?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/215005723949695080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=215005723949695080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/215005723949695080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/215005723949695080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-believe-you-believe.html' title='I Believe, You Believe'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-3687313170699417446</id><published>2007-10-28T18:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:28:03.852+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There will be an exhibition coming up soon, very soon! It's for our UOI topic this quarter called I Believe, You Believe. We're going to make a bulletin board. My group is doing Catholicism/Catholic religion. The deadline is on Thursday, November 1, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we started making the plan. Our bulletin board is going to be like a mind map, and we will put the title in the middle of the board. There will also be the meaning of Catholicism, the origin and the history. We still have a lot of things to be done, mostly the information. We're going to put these on Tuesday, the latest. We still haven't prepare the speech. Mandy said we're going to do that on Wednesday or before so we will be able to memorize it by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group also have an activity, but we still haven't prepare it yet. It will be like pairing and putting it as a sentence. The sentences will be in the information that we have, but players can't see them again. Do you think it's hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this mini exhibition will turned out to be succesful and very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-3687313170699417446?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/3687313170699417446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=3687313170699417446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3687313170699417446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/3687313170699417446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-will-be-exhibition-coming-up-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-2490266006866236675</id><published>2007-10-02T19:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:22:02.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatrix Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14838/14838-h/images/peter04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14838/14838-h/images/peter04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Do you like to draw animals? Can they talk to you? Do you create your imagination by yourself? Well, here is the life story of Beatrix Potter that you might be interested in. She was the creator of Peter Rabbit, the first one who published a very colorful book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Her imagination was so deep since she was very young. She loved to draw animals, especially rabbits, until she was old. She was the first person who published a colorful book, while her parents didn't support her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;She talked to her drawings because she didn't have any friends. One day, she wanted to publish the book that she wrote. So she finally met a friend, called Norman Warne and he proposed to Beatrix. But because of Norman's joyfulness, he a really bad coughed and died. Beatrix was really, really sad. Then she met her old friend called Willie Hillies and married him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Until these days, Beatrix's books are still published and still popular. So it is important to have a good imagination. You could always do anything to have a deept imagination and as a parent, it is important for you to support your children. &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/6108328108343978975-2490266006866236675?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/2490266006866236675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=2490266006866236675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2490266006866236675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/2490266006866236675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/10/beatrix-potter.html' title='Beatrix Potter'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-766110322961745640</id><published>2007-09-22T13:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:15:08.339+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Religion, Catholicism</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="379" alt="" src="http://www.holyfamilyjax.org/images/new%20crucifix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are you Catholicism? Have you ever wonder what’s your religion’s history? Can you believe in them? If you ever wonder, here’s the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholicism is actually part of Christianity and it is organized very well. It was begun in Israel. In the beginning, people there don’t like the religion. They killed people that are Christianity. So one day, there borned Pope, the savior and he is a Catholicism and also the deputy of God. He has the power to know which one has done sins and can forgive them. The one that doesn’t want to be a Christian will be killed instead. And for your information, the first Pope is Peter, one of Jesus' disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Catholicism there are some beliefs that we should follow. It is called the 7 sacraments. They are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Baptism: you have to be Baptist if you want to be a Catholicism&lt;br /&gt;2. Holy Eucharist: you can call it the supper that Jesus Christ had with His 12 disciples and the last supper that Jesus had before His death, as you know that time Jesus gave the bread and grape to all his disciples and until now, the Catholicism has to eat that, too, accept it is some kind of a candy which doesn’t have any taste and we can only take it when we’re up to grade 4.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reconciliation/ confession of our sins: so we tell to the priest what sins have we done so the priest will pray to God to forgive us, or we could go to Pope to ask for forgiveness directly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Marriage: of course, you will married and I hope that the religion is the same so that what you will be believe in is the same as the other family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Death: the last one, your family will go to church together and pray together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="163" alt="" src="http://www.altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the Catholicism symbol. It reminded us what had Jesus Christ done for us. So we should follow His attitude because He is our saviour. There are lots of types of this cross but the most cross that we can see is called the "Latin Cross".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://www.thirdtemple.com/images/israel-map/israel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christianity comes from Israel as I told you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bibliography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. WikiAnswers, &lt;em&gt;What is Catholicism?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.com/what%20is%20catholicism?"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://answers.com/what%20is%20catholicism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Cline, Austin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was Peter the First Pope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atheism.about.com/od/popesandthepapacy/a/peterpope.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.atheism.about.com/od/popesandthepapacy/a/peterpope.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Kipide, &lt;em&gt;Christianity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/religion/christians/christianity.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/religion/christians/christianity.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Piture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirdtemple.com/images/israel-map/israel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.thirdtemple.com/images/israel-map/israel.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Altemueller Jewelry, &lt;em&gt;Symbols of Faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.id/imgres?imgurl=http://www.altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/cross.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/symbols.html&amp;amp;h=100&amp;amp;w=100&amp;amp;sz=2&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;tbnid=CCADoxirrzS_HM:&amp;amp;tbnh=82&amp;amp;tbnw=82&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsymbol%2Bof%2BCatholicism%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Did"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://images.google.co.id/imgres?imgurl=http://www.altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/cross.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/symbols.html&amp;amp;h=100&amp;amp;w=100&amp;amp;sz=2&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;tbnid=CCADoxirrzS_HM:&amp;amp;tbnh=82&amp;amp;tbnw=82&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsymbol%2Bof%2BCatholicism%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://altemuellerjewelry.com/jewelry/cross.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed on Sept 23 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-766110322961745640?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/766110322961745640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=766110322961745640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/766110322961745640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/766110322961745640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-catholicism-have-you-ever.html' title='My Religion, Catholicism'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-6831679262410696506</id><published>2007-09-20T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:48.085+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatrix Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RvHx8nHw9vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SlkMw66zPP0/s1600-h/peterrabbit06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112133075638220530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RvHx8nHw9vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SlkMw66zPP0/s400/peterrabbit06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do you have your own creative imagination? Do you believe in them? Well, hear this, Beatrix Potter had a fantastic imagination. She drew an extra-ordinary pictures of rabbits and created a book called "Peter Rabbit". Because of her deep imagination, she thought that the rabbits are her friends which she treated them as humans like us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-6831679262410696506?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/6831679262410696506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=6831679262410696506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6831679262410696506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6831679262410696506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/beatrix-potter.html' title='Beatrix Potter'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RvHx8nHw9vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SlkMw66zPP0/s72-c/peterrabbit06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-7820880450592051751</id><published>2007-09-16T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:26:55.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calligraphy Writing-Haiku</title><content type='html'>On Friday, me and my friends learnt how to write with calligraphy pen. We had to made a haiku about God's Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my haiku:&lt;br /&gt;God really loves us&lt;br /&gt;It's unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;It is powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write it with a the &lt;em&gt;fake &lt;/em&gt;callagraphy pen. It is quite hard, but I did get used to it. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-7820880450592051751?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/7820880450592051751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=7820880450592051751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7820880450592051751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/7820880450592051751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/calligraphy-writing-haiku.html' title='Calligraphy Writing-Haiku'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-6563814740321622084</id><published>2007-09-13T20:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:23:26.688+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My UOI Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Central Idea: The human body is designed for movement in work and play and can be affected by a variety of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is our first unit for this year. It's about the human body. We have done lots of things during this unit. It has been a busy month for me and my friends. I hope that I can learn more about human body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, the best activity that we've done was about weight. In this activity we learned about Body Mass Index (BMI). For this activity, we had to know our height and our weight. We will be tested if we were overweight, at risk, healty or even underweight. I've been reflective because I need to drink and eat healthy food (although I'm already healthy). I'm trying to care for others if they're underweight or overweight. They really need to eat more healthy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just remembered about our first task that we should do in this unit. We had to made a presentation according to our topic. We were divided into groups. My group's topic was the Muscular system. I was a thinker in this activity because that time, we didn't have enough time to do it together so I did it by myself at home. At the first time, I think the rest of my group should do it because I was very very tired but I wanted to a risk-taker so I took the risk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The third task that I remebered was dessecting a chicken wing. We had to separe the skin by using tools that were given to us. I tried really hard to separate the skin from the chicken, but it's so hard. In this task, I think I'm an in inquirer enough because I wanted see what's inside the chicken. It was very disgusting, but I'm showing one of the pyp profile that is open-minded. Some of my friends thought that it was cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-6563814740321622084?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/6563814740321622084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=6563814740321622084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6563814740321622084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/6563814740321622084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-uoi-reflection.html' title='My UOI Reflection'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-228753993484999243</id><published>2007-09-13T20:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:14:14.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God?</title><content type='html'>God is Alfa and Omega. He is helping me everytime I need help. Like now for example. I'm doing my English task. He is helping me to think. He owns my body. He is leading the whole world because He is everybody's leader. I believe that God is everywhere. I'm sure God is right next to me. Right now, I'm actually talking to Him. He is in me, in my heart. I communicate with Him by praying and reading my Bible. He is blessing me and all the living things. My God loves me for who I am, and I really love Him, too. He is my savior. He saves me from troubles. He's the reason I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-228753993484999243?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/228753993484999243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=228753993484999243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/228753993484999243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/228753993484999243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-god.html' title='What is God?'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-4945993657473543426</id><published>2007-09-09T14:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:26:10.497+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was young, my imagination is going wild. I could believe in something very unique. Wheter it's from a movie or a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to believe that when we're dead, we will be send to another place where the angel is going to send us to earth again and we can have an another life, except we won't remember our old lifes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to believe that when baby is still in his or her mother's stomach, they didn't grow. Instead they played, ate and laughed, just like usual person. Sometimes, if they played too much, they would be born very active. If they read too much, they will be a brainiac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-4945993657473543426?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/4945993657473543426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=4945993657473543426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4945993657473543426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4945993657473543426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-imagination.html' title='My Imagination'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-4353557015386542498</id><published>2007-09-08T21:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:48.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RuKzJl5D2YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L0oAP7pUeHg/s1600-h/Food+Haiku.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107841904763197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RuKzJl5D2YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L0oAP7pUeHg/s400/Food+Haiku.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-4353557015386542498?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/4353557015386542498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=4353557015386542498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4353557015386542498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/4353557015386542498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/chocolate-haiku.html' title='Chocolate Haiku'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RuKzJl5D2YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L0oAP7pUeHg/s72-c/Food+Haiku.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-8774343312697708398</id><published>2007-09-06T10:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:48.317+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bone Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rt98KV5D2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WNZVIGTmIAc/s1600-h/Bones+Haiku.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106937019578440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rt98KV5D2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WNZVIGTmIAc/s400/Bones+Haiku.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-8774343312697708398?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/8774343312697708398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=8774343312697708398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8774343312697708398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8774343312697708398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-bone-haiku.html' title='My Bone Haiku'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rt98KV5D2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WNZVIGTmIAc/s72-c/Bones+Haiku.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-8680771382673476036</id><published>2007-09-02T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:46:31.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.convatec.ca/CA/assets/images/ostomy/kids/kids_normal_gi_tract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.convatec.ca/CA/assets/images/ostomy/kids/kids_normal_gi_tract.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey! Believe it or not? Tasting food is not the first process of digestive. It's the smelling what's comes first, it is for preparing how tasty they are! And I'm here, just happen to be one of the food. My name is Ms. Fruity. I'm a food that is very healthy. So I can give my energy to the human body. It's just that, I have one condition. I have to become smaller pieces for the body to use it. Well, i'm very lucky because i'm healthy, so I can stay in the body. The rest of the food, that the body doesn't need, doesn't stay. It's the same thing as the water and drinks. It will need around 4 hours to complete the digest food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, digestion begins in the mouth. As I have told you before, when we see the food, smell the food, touch the food, are salivary glands begin to work. As the teeth began to chew, saliva helps it to be swallowed. There's a part from the saliva that breaks down the carbohydrates (something that contain sugar) in the food before it goes down, to the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After that, we use our muscle to swallow it. Then I've move to the next step, which is in the throat or you can call it pharynx. It's like a space for the food and the air that we use to breath. It's about 13 centimeters long. From there, I go to the muscular tubecalled esophagus. It is exactly in the chest. Sometimes, you can feel that the food is there. And then, I will be going to the stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The stomach will mix the food together with a kind of an acid that will seperate the food to something like porridge. After that, little by little, the food go to the small instestine. In the small intestine it will separate the food even forther and will go through the wall of the small intestine and will go to the bloodstream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I have told you before,  the food that is not healthy can't be digested. So it will go to the large intestine and then go out from the body through the anus. It's kind of yucky isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bibliography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Nemours Foundation (1995 - 2007) Digestive System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/general/body_basics/digestive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/general/body_basics/digestive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;accesed 31/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-McGann, Andrew (2005) The Digestive System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.bellevuepublicschools.org/curriculum/k6web/fifthgrade/bodysys/digestivesystem.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www1.bellevuepublicschools.org/curriculum/k6web/fifthgrade/bodysys/digestivesystem.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;accesed 2/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Nemours Foundation (1995 - 2007) The Real Deal on The Digestive System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidshealth.org/kid/body/digest_noSW.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.kidshealth.org/kid/body/digest_noSW.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;accesed 2/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Discovery Communication (2000) Your Digestive System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yucky.discovery.com/flash/body/pg000126.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://yucky.discovery.com/flash/body/pg000126.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;accesed 2/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-8680771382673476036?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/8680771382673476036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=8680771382673476036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8680771382673476036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8680771382673476036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-long-journey.html' title='My Long Journey'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-45691446429269856</id><published>2007-08-26T14:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:48.495+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RtE4fF5D2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uEgka6G99Ao/s1600-h/my+avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102921959596087650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RtE4fF5D2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uEgka6G99Ao/s320/my+avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-45691446429269856?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/45691446429269856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=45691446429269856' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/45691446429269856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/45691446429269856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/RtE4fF5D2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uEgka6G99Ao/s72-c/my+avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-8410436119381253722</id><published>2007-08-22T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:57:48.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perfect Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rsw5HF5D2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt7xOmmYzCk/s1600-h/Oz+Mama154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101515271907301698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rsw5HF5D2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt7xOmmYzCk/s320/Oz+Mama154.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This holiday is one of the best holiday I've ever had. It was really fun. I went to Australia. Well, me &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my family actually.We went to different cities. The most fun place that I've been to is Snowy Mountain. It's very cold there, because it was winter. This is me when I made the little snowman.I really liked it because it's cute and very fun to do it. I really enjoy my holiday in Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-8410436119381253722?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/8410436119381253722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=8410436119381253722' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8410436119381253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/8410436119381253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-perfect-holiday.html' title='My Perfect Holiday'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/Rsw5HF5D2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt7xOmmYzCk/s72-c/Oz+Mama154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108328108343978975.post-1944587015458644595</id><published>2007-08-20T10:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:25:50.067+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This is my new blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I wish this blog is going to be a succes to me and my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I really like to do this kind of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It teaches me about computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm very pleased to see you write a comment in this new blog of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-Thank You-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108328108343978975-1944587015458644595?l=alizka1998.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/feeds/1944587015458644595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108328108343978975&amp;postID=1944587015458644595' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1944587015458644595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108328108343978975/posts/default/1944587015458644595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alizka1998.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Christina Alizka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062384661850837859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ioqL9ozr52k/TARrZ9pqNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PwfgbAEQBgo/S220/IMG_4477.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
