<?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-6554876404108021656</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:24:52.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island School</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2398972373579331221</id><published>2010-06-16T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:44:12.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I think the most interesting parts in the documentary was when they showed the piercings gone wrong at the end, and also when they asked adults for there point of view for piercings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i think people get piercings because they wanna express there self, they think its cool or they do it because they see there friends with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i don't think different piercings say different things because when when you get your nose pierced instead of your ears that just means you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. yeah i think more than 5 piercings is to much. other people disagree but i dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-2398972373579331221?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-7732716603708865969</id><published>2010-06-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:25:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled water comic life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/TBkXFNnBTpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_cu9F-8DzI0/s1600/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/TBkXFNnBTpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_cu9F-8DzI0/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483439399620398738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-7732716603708865969?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/TBkXFNnBTpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_cu9F-8DzI0/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-1543553064270076731</id><published>2010-05-27T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:00:19.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bottled water</title><content type='html'>1. bottled water and tap water are both dirty but bottled water is dirtier. it is sent from factories that takes about 2 weeks to get to where its sent to and they drink it in like 2 minutes. pretty gross, 2 week old water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bottle water is made in factories and polluted areas from all over the world. after you finish your water, the bottle is usually not recycled its buried and even brought to peoples backyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to help water problems people should just drink tap so the water companies don't make any money and they go out of business. i know bottled water isn't for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-1543553064270076731?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/1543553064270076731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=1543553064270076731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1543553064270076731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1543553064270076731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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complete privacy when you post things online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how may things you post online affect your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they might see photos that r only meant for certain people to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-7003637154664253292?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/7003637154664253292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=7003637154664253292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7003637154664253292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I would run around naked outside in front of lots of people. I would make sure I spend lots of time with my family. I would also like to do other fun things like play with friends and eat a lot of food because the next day I would be gone. I'd just make sure that before I die I will make sure I have the time of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-7700632465312186807?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/7700632465312186807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=7700632465312186807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7700632465312186807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7700632465312186807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-today-was-my-last.html' title='If today was my last'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4532910962209668709</id><published>2009-12-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:11:22.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I fear</title><content type='html'>1. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;2. Spiders&lt;br /&gt;3. Heights&lt;br /&gt;4. Of not succeeding in life&lt;br /&gt;5. Failing 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;6. Dark places&lt;br /&gt;7. old people&lt;br /&gt;8. being in quiet places alone&lt;br /&gt;9. home alone&lt;br /&gt;10. being sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4532910962209668709?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4532910962209668709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4532910962209668709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4532910962209668709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4532910962209668709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-i-fear.html' title='10 things I fear'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2917359818076248061</id><published>2009-12-14T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:58:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaterLife</title><content type='html'>The game is about a animal name oscar who needs help fighting pollution to help the earth and a girl helps him. They went to see the oracle to see if she could help. She couldn't because she was powerless over the pollution monster and the Clamanator, oscar and the girl all worked together and they defeated the pollution monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-2917359818076248061?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/2917359818076248061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=2917359818076248061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2917359818076248061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2917359818076248061'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SxbCIDYUrBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ARQ2uCZAaDA/s320/alien-photo" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725445934296082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5126736122829928633?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5126736122829928633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5126736122829928633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5126736122829928633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5126736122829928633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/12/alien-photo.html' title='Alien Photo'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SxbCIDYUrBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ARQ2uCZAaDA/s72-c/alien-photo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4146366760395328861</id><published>2009-10-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:50:34.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Inspired Poetry</title><content type='html'>Not all heros got Super Powers&lt;br /&gt;But they do work for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Working hard and saving lives&lt;br /&gt;Saving people from guns and knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hero myself&lt;br /&gt;No costumes on my shelf,&lt;br /&gt;just me revealing the truth&lt;br /&gt;Not like superman in a phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe the lies about heroes&lt;br /&gt;that you learn about on the TV shows,&lt;br /&gt;Villans aren't real&lt;br /&gt;But there are criminals who kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4146366760395328861?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4146366760395328861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4146366760395328861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4146366760395328861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4146366760395328861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/10/hero-poem.html' title='Photo Inspired Poetry'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-3833521123426144375</id><published>2009-10-05T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:26:22.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=df4nzwc3_12p6jbp9cz" frameborder="0" width="410" height="342"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-3833521123426144375?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/3833521123426144375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=3833521123426144375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/3833521123426144375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/3833521123426144375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-summer.html' title='My summer'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-270068568710065449</id><published>2009-05-07T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:27:54.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakers poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SgMnYa4RA5I/AAAAAAAAACg/D_RQRtrvxVI/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SgMnYa4RA5I/AAAAAAAAACg/D_RQRtrvxVI/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333149684222460818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sneakers are blue white and grey,&lt;br /&gt;A poem about sneakers I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;My shoe size is 7,&lt;br /&gt;A store with good sneakers are just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are cool, Im writing this poem at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-270068568710065449?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/270068568710065449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=270068568710065449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/270068568710065449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/270068568710065449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sneakers-poem.html' title='Sneakers poem'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SgMnYa4RA5I/AAAAAAAAACg/D_RQRtrvxVI/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-1624905404460509156</id><published>2009-05-05T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:18:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangers of Sexting</title><content type='html'>I received the message you sent me about taking pictures of my self and I have to say no because I don't want to have my pictures shown to lots of people and I don't trust anyone with pictures of me. I don't want my privacy Exploited to the world because what happens if someone saw it and then sees me in person and laughs or makes jokes about me. It would make my life a living hell if I get bothered by someone everyday because of a picture. I could also get arrested and go to jail as a sex affender. My answer is no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-1624905404460509156?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/1624905404460509156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=1624905404460509156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1624905404460509156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1624905404460509156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/05/dangers-of-sexting.html' title='Dangers of Sexting'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4158648290423529159</id><published>2009-04-02T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:42:49.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LeBron James Poem</title><content type='html'>He shoots, Dunks, He does it all&lt;br /&gt;He does his best when he holds the ball,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second best player in the league&lt;br /&gt;He has a lot of energy, he doesn't fatigue,&lt;br /&gt;Kobe's the best player in the NBA&lt;br /&gt;But LeBron will be some day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeBrons team is the Cavaliers&lt;br /&gt;He passes the ball to his piers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebron is cool&lt;br /&gt;He went to the NBA right after school,&lt;br /&gt;No college&lt;br /&gt;But we need knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;To be where he is today&lt;br /&gt;At the NBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4158648290423529159?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4158648290423529159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4158648290423529159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4158648290423529159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4158648290423529159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/04/lebron-james-poem.html' title='LeBron James Poem'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5932079285117774293</id><published>2009-03-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:23:04.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break In: Girlfriends Story</title><content type='html'>1. I am sorry for breaking into your social networking account. Its just I was selfish and I wanted to know what was going on. Next time I will know to trust you and give you your space. I did it because I was jealous of that flirty comment a guy sent and it was just hurting me inside. I thought to myself is she cheating on me but then I said to myself" She wouldn't do that.". Im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5932079285117774293?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5932079285117774293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5932079285117774293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5932079285117774293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5932079285117774293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-girlfriends-story.html' title='The Break In: Girlfriends Story'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5652474529867241217</id><published>2009-03-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:32:20.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break In: Boyfriends Story</title><content type='html'>1. I Picked C because It was the most reasonable answer. A. was a good answer but I thought C was better. B. was not the best answer because why would you want anyone else spying on your girlfriend when you can do it yourself. also what happens if he spies on her while she's showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They could say things to people like I love you online but they can't say it in person cause there scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My privacy online is very important because if I write to someone and it's private I wouldn't want my friends looking at my messages or texts. I only gave my sister my myspace and aim password.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5652474529867241217?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5652474529867241217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5652474529867241217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5652474529867241217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5652474529867241217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boyfriends-story.html' title='The Break In: Boyfriends Story'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-1532330332443741525</id><published>2009-03-05T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:02:32.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamonds Bubbl.us</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=231440&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJueUlHMi9BUHRuQQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="_sid=231440&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamonds&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJueUlHMi9BUHRuQQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=231440&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJueUlHMi9BUHRuQQ" FlashVars="_sid=231440&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamonds&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJueUlHMi9BUHRuQQ" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="340" allowscriptaccess="always" SeamlessTabbing="false" name="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-1532330332443741525?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/1532330332443741525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=1532330332443741525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1532330332443741525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1532330332443741525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-diamonds-bubblus.html' title='Blood Diamonds Bubbl.us'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-8799852746003459896</id><published>2009-02-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:41:59.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster: Girlfriends Story</title><content type='html'>1. I picked C because A. She is Jumping to conclusions. B. Thats the violent way of expressing how you feel. So I picked C. Because she's asking him what's going on and why and its a calm way to express your feelings towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On Aim once i got into a arguement with my friend and we still don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talking to your friends face to face is easier because you don't have to type or read and you understand things more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-8799852746003459896?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/8799852746003459896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=8799852746003459896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/8799852746003459896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/8799852746003459896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriends-story.html' title='Text Monster: Girlfriends Story'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-6824370781124767133</id><published>2009-02-26T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:32:51.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster: Boyfriends story</title><content type='html'>1. I picked B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would try to avoid her because I don't want to text to someone all day even if she's my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was watching T.V In my livingroom then all of a sudden I get a text from A girl. She keeps on writing to me and I just blocked her texts and turned off my phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-6824370781124767133?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/6824370781124767133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=6824370781124767133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6824370781124767133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6824370781124767133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-boyfriends-story.html' title='Text Monster: Boyfriends story'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-3868068062789837107</id><published>2009-02-26T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:23:24.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Flickr: Photo Storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SabsBevI2gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vcqiPDYfiBU/s1600-h/random-photo-beard-292x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SabsBevI2gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vcqiPDYfiBU/s320/random-photo-beard-292x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307188721077508610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm a freak, right? But there's a very good explanation for this. It all Started when I was sitting in my room and thought to myself and said" I should grow a beard". I went to my fathers room while he was in the bathroom. I looked through his closet and found a cream that says" Need Some Hair". I took it with me to my room and rubbed it on my chin. It says" rub a little bit of it on the spot you want to grow hair. I rubbed a little to much on my chin and the hair began to grow in about 5 minutes. I was happy but then realized it has grown to much it grew so much I got tangled and wrapped up in it. That is how this all happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-3868068062789837107?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/3868068062789837107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=3868068062789837107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/3868068062789837107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/3868068062789837107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-flickr-photo-storytelling.html' title='Fun With Flickr: Photo Storytelling'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/SabsBevI2gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vcqiPDYfiBU/s72-c/random-photo-beard-292x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-6937970468844249063</id><published>2009-02-25T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:06:58.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Story Blood Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/20090225/1052a204-028d-11de-9178-001b210acd5f_3.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/20090225/1052a204-028d-11de-9178-001b210acd5f_3_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-6937970468844249063?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/6937970468844249063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=6937970468844249063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6937970468844249063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6937970468844249063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-story-blood-diamonds.html' title='My Life Story Blood Diamonds'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4854642670418406318</id><published>2009-01-22T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:25:34.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caught Osama Bin Laden</title><content type='html'>I was walking to the store to get some  Milk. All of a sudden I see people running out a bank. I go see what's going on but didn't get to close before i seen the criminal. It was Osama Bin Laden. I saw a guy on the floor bleeding and crying for help. I seen Osama Bin Laden had A gun in his hand. I came behind him and took his gun and aimed it at his head. He stared at me and a cop came behind him and handcuffed him. They took me into the precinct and they asked me what happened and I explained to them. He was executed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4854642670418406318?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4854642670418406318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4854642670418406318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4854642670418406318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4854642670418406318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-caught-osama-bin-laden.html' title='I Caught Osama Bin Laden'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2474946205339271124</id><published>2009-01-21T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:58:00.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual for life</title><content type='html'>1. The Video is about a boy who's family all own cupboards and the cupboards are a metaphor for there families beliefs and the boy believed the beliefs differently than the way his parents believe it. He starts to realize it's not what they believe it's what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Agree with the Message because just because someone believe that something is supposed to be a certain way doesn't mean you can't believe in a different way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-2474946205339271124?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/2474946205339271124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=2474946205339271124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2474946205339271124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2474946205339271124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instruction-manual-for-life.html' title='Instruction Manual for life'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-1064250238661072711</id><published>2009-01-21T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:36:43.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Inauguration Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/b1b4058c-e18d-11dd-8ce9-001b210ae39a_8.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/b1b4058c-e18d-11dd-8ce9-001b210ae39a_8_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-1064250238661072711?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/1064250238661072711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=1064250238661072711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1064250238661072711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1064250238661072711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-inauguration-speech.html' title='Obama&apos;s Inauguration Speech'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5153646495721863267</id><published>2009-01-07T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:00:09.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Decoding/No Reflection My Interpretation</title><content type='html'>In my dream there was a mirror that I couldn't see my reflection in. I think it means that sometimes It's hard for me to see my true self. It scared me because I couldn't see myself but then my sister seen me. I think it means that she could see me differently from the way I see myself like she could understand me more than I can. I think she can see what type of person I am more than I can is because I do a lot for her like going to the store and most of the things she does I do with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5153646495721863267?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5153646495721863267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5153646495721863267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5153646495721863267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5153646495721863267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-decodingno-reflection-my.html' title='Dream Decoding/No Reflection My Interpretation'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2997667659723608213</id><published>2009-01-07T09:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:52:40.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reflection (My Dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I woke up in my dream and went straight to the bathroom. I used the bathroom, washed my hands and then I looked in the mirror. I saw that I wasn't in the mirror. In the dream I thought I was dreaming So I knew it was a dream. I started to wipe my eyes and rubbed them and looked in the mirror and I still didn't see my reflection. I wondered can anyone else see me. so I went to my room and laid down on the bed. My sister came in and said" what's up Marcus".  I knew other people could see me then. I don't remember our conversation but when it was done I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-2997667659723608213?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/2997667659723608213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=2997667659723608213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2997667659723608213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2997667659723608213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-reflection-my-dream.html' title='No Reflection (My Dream)'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-715256328629805511</id><published>2008-12-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:07:22.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing His Friends To Weed...</title><content type='html'>1. I think the decision he made was a good one because he didn't do drugs just to fit in with his friends and even though they were his best friends. But it was hard for him to choose because he didn't want to do drugs but he didn't want to lose his friends because of drugs so he hung out with his friends not doing drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No, Not that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Extra Credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some kids want other kids to go along with what they're doing because if they get in trouble they won't get all the blame on them. I think it is hard for people to accept those who are different because you others to be like you but they aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-715256328629805511?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/715256328629805511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=715256328629805511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/715256328629805511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/715256328629805511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-his-friends-to-weed.html' title='Losing His Friends To Weed...'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-785659656833118158</id><published>2008-12-18T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:46:47.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag the bags</title><content type='html'>1. The plastic bags go away somewhere in the ocean. No one comes to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think it is bad because it is a certain material that might not be good for the fish or sea creatures. It is also poluting the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think if people want to stop poluting the ocean with plastic bags they should not use plastic bags, they should use Brown Paper Bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-785659656833118158?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/785659656833118158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=785659656833118158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/785659656833118158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/785659656833118158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/bag-bags.html' title='Bag the bags'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5978412094770915921</id><published>2008-12-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:50:52.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Petland,</title><content type='html'>I think petland is a good company and the way you treat your pets are okay, but why do you buy dogs from puppy mills? You do not give the dogs enough space so it can move around in it's cage. I think buying from puppy mills is wrong. they stay in a truck with someone driving them from miles away. Why do you put them in cages with thin and sharp bars that they can cut themselves with? And why don't you give the dogs enough food and water and don't even bother to clean there cages once in a while. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5978412094770915921?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5978412094770915921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5978412094770915921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5978412094770915921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5978412094770915921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-petland.html' title='Dear Petland,'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-7821389416520983839</id><published>2008-12-16T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:21:10.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Concoction</title><content type='html'>If I could mix 3 nasty things to give to someone to eat I would mix Jelly, Tomatoes sauce and French Fries. I would blend it and put it on a sandwich. I would lie tell them its a surprise. They would eat it and I would wait until they are finished eating and then tell them what it is. But to not make it obvious I would eat a sandwich to. I would eat a peanut butter and Jelly sandwich.&lt;div&gt;They would get mad but then we all eat another sandwich but this time they watch me make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Bonus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The weirdest game I played when i were a kid was called" Pirate Ship". You have 2 basketballs and you throw them if one person misses a catch and they don't get ahold of the ball in five seconds they get Out. You get 3 chances to go O.U.T. If you get O.U.T You are out. If the balls hit each other you have to catch your ball to avoid getting out. Thats the weird game I used to play when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-7821389416520983839?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/7821389416520983839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=7821389416520983839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7821389416520983839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7821389416520983839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty Concoction'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-6691728812348828631</id><published>2008-12-11T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:03.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping Pet Homelessness</title><content type='html'>1. I think it means that you have to be responsible and take risks and always treat your pet like humans. If a pet does something bad, deal with it because it's not like a human to fight back when you hit it. Always take it for a walk and play with it, Feed it and give it something to drink, Take it to the vet when it is sick and get it neutered. It is important to get a dog neutered because if you don't want your dog to have kids it always can.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I think people and dog owners who want to help overpopulation of dogs and dog homelessness can get the dogs neutered and help homeless dogs have a place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-6691728812348828631?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/6691728812348828631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=6691728812348828631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6691728812348828631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6691728812348828631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopping-pet-homelessness.html' title='Stopping Pet Homelessness'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-625727797546261890</id><published>2008-12-09T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:52.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyers Remorse</title><content type='html'>One thing I bought that I regret is a bike. It costs a lot and i should have not bought it because i never use it. If i could go back and buy something else I would buy a Playstation 3. The bike I bought is red. I had it for 2 years and I only rode it 3 times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-625727797546261890?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/625727797546261890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=625727797546261890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/625727797546261890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/625727797546261890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/buyers-remorse.html' title='Buyers Remorse'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5276941249740637622</id><published>2008-12-04T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:20:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LL Cool J: ELA project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STgu6ePsjHI/AAAAAAAAACA/nfdq-fSVUlc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STgu6ePsjHI/AAAAAAAAACA/nfdq-fSVUlc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276018545550724210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you seen LL Cool J's Rap videos or even singing videos? Have you seen any of the award ceremonies when LL Cool J got a award. Have you ever Seen his beautiful family. I think he has a great life. I am about to tell you some of my opinions on LL Cool J with supporting details why I think so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Reason LL Cool J is a great rapper\singer is because he won many awards. For Example: He won a grammy award for the song "Mama Said Knock You Out" In 1991.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Reasons you can tell LL Cool J is rich is because he live in a mansion and has millions of dollars. For Example: "I drove my family home in my brand new Buick".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Reason LL Cool J has a great life is because is because he has a great family with lots of money to spend on them. For Example: "I have some beautiful children and my lovely wife Simone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats some of my reasons why I think he has a great life.&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/6554876404108021656-5276941249740637622?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5276941249740637622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5276941249740637622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5276941249740637622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5276941249740637622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/ll-cool-j-ela-project.html' title='LL Cool J: ELA project'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STgu6ePsjHI/AAAAAAAAACA/nfdq-fSVUlc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2470663868842625277</id><published>2008-12-03T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:58:42.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cruelty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STbIlOvo9xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qHv73friRos/s1600-h/6a00d834fd7f7353ef00e5521b1f768833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STbIlOvo9xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qHv73friRos/s320/6a00d834fd7f7353ef00e5521b1f768833-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275624555449743122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STbIk789OCI/AAAAAAAAABw/UK_FrL3YI1Y/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STbIk789OCI/AAAAAAAAABw/UK_FrL3YI1Y/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275624550405322786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people can prevent Animal cruelty is to only let people who they trust to have a dog. I think it is wrong because people treat animals like they shouldn't but the people who treat them bad act like animals so who's the real animal. I think people should try to stop it by having animal patrols around areas so they can make sure nothing bad happens to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6554876404108021656-2470663868842625277?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/2470663868842625277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=2470663868842625277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2470663868842625277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2470663868842625277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty.html' title='Animal Cruelty'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mhGRHot1Uo/STbIlOvo9xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qHv73friRos/s72-c/6a00d834fd7f7353ef00e5521b1f768833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-6774037065949100872</id><published>2008-12-03T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:30:44.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guy's fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/acb99478-c08d-11dd-81ed-001b210ae39a_10.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/acb99478-c08d-11dd-81ed-001b210ae39a_10_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-6774037065949100872?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/6774037065949100872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=6774037065949100872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6774037065949100872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/6774037065949100872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/12/guys-fighting.html' title='guy&apos;s fighting'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5084070853436797064</id><published>2008-11-26T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:11:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thief In The Night</title><content type='html'>I think that he thinks death comes for a reason like every time someone dies another person becomes born. I also think he thinks death comes when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that death is always a tragedy but it is always for a reason so I Get use to the person who died not being around anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5084070853436797064?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5084070853436797064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5084070853436797064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5084070853436797064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5084070853436797064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-in-night_26.html' title='A Thief In The Night'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-770165949518909263</id><published>2008-11-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:16:51.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Brothers By: Marcus Davila (Ela Project)</title><content type='html'>" I'll Race You, Said James. " 1,2,3... Go," said Michael. So they start to swim and halfway there Michael says " lets play basketball after this,". " Okay, but first let's have a diving contest over at the diving board," James replied. James gets to the other side of the pool first and wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So there walking over to the diving board and James says " I'm going to do a Frontflip and dive in. What are you going to do?" " I am going to do a 540 degree backflip and dive in,". After the contest they decided who won and it was Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  James and Michael go to the basketball court. They begin to play and then some kid Michael knows named "Rico" asked " Can I Play?". James Nods and says " Yeah you can play, do you want to play one on one with me?". He nods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As they start to play Michael sits down to see who wins. About 10 Minutes later James wins 21-15. " Good game," said James " Your pretty good". James stuck out to his hand to shake with Rico but Rico didn't want to shake hands. By the look on Rico's face James could tell he was a soar loser. Rico said " lets fight,". James looks at him and says " It's just a game," and then walks over to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the bathroom Michael and James wash there hands. Rico comes in and says " Fight me mama's boy," to James and then pushes him onto the floor. Michael punched him in his face and he knocked out instantly. " He's knocked out" said James and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They start to walk to their home and James says " Thank you for helping me out over ther in the bathroom. If you weren't there, I probably would have been there knocked out on the floor just like Rico,". Michael says " It's okay, besides what are brothers for,".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-770165949518909263?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/770165949518909263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=770165949518909263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/770165949518909263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/770165949518909263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-brothers-by-marcus-davila-ela.html' title='Two Brothers By: Marcus Davila (Ela Project)'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-9070540416153826747</id><published>2008-11-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:46:39.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Senses Minus One</title><content type='html'>If I had to give up one sense for the rest of my life it would be to smell because Any other sense gone I couldn't live with. I would give up my sense of smell because if someone farted I wouldn't smell it or if someone smells nasty I won't have to smell. I couldn't live without taste because I like eating food and knowing what it taste like. I couldn't live without sight because I like seeing my surroundings. I couldn't live without feeling because if I won't get hurt and everything would be boring. I can't live without hearing because I won't know what everyone is doing or talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-9070540416153826747?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/9070540416153826747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=9070540416153826747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/9070540416153826747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/9070540416153826747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-senses-minus-one.html' title='Five Senses Minus One'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-5489667545007344675</id><published>2008-11-06T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:46:46.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They came from center field (Toondoo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="overflow: auto; padding-right: 5px; width: 400px; height: 340px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/View.toon?param=431202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toondoo.com//public/m/d/a/Mdavila188/toons/cool-cartoon-431202.png" border="0" alt="\Center field\" title="\Center field\" longdesc="\toon description..\"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-5489667545007344675?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/5489667545007344675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=5489667545007344675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5489667545007344675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/5489667545007344675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-came-from-center-field-toondoo.html' title='They came from center field (Toondoo)'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-7068949071622966881</id><published>2008-11-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:55:49.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Wins</title><content type='html'>1. I think this is a good thing Barack Obama because if John Mcain would have won then everything would have been the same, but Obama he cares about more good things about the country than John Mcain would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hope Obama can help the poor and allow kids 12 years of age to work as they please because some kids don't mind working for money sometimes because It would be good if sometimes the kids get to give the adults money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-7068949071622966881?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/7068949071622966881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=7068949071622966881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7068949071622966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/7068949071622966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-wins.html' title='Obama Wins'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-2793663967741615839</id><published>2008-10-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:17:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Person Would You Most Like To Stand By In A Picture?</title><content type='html'>If I could Stand by anyone in a picture it would be Martin Luther King. I would stand by him because He help stop some racism in our community and I appreciate all that he has done for this community. I would ask him how could one person like you make a big difference in the world. He would answer in a big speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-2793663967741615839?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/2793663967741615839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=2793663967741615839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2793663967741615839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/2793663967741615839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-person-would-you-most-like-to.html' title='What Person Would You Most Like To Stand By In A Picture?'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4509631986488543381</id><published>2008-10-08T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:07:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning About Migrant and Child Labor</title><content type='html'>1. My day is long. I go to school, Then hangout, Then go to the store and then do homework right before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In school I do lots of paperwork and school activities, outside of school I do chores, homework and going to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I do these jobs it doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In school I do good in most of my classes like Math, ELA, Gym, Tech and Science. I don't do so good in Social Studies and Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I worry about my Mom a lot because She has asthma and I worry about getting good grades in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My parents don't let me work like and average job but they let me work so i can do stuff for them and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I can change my life it would be to make me taller, rich and never have to go to school. I mean i could be rich and get&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4509631986488543381?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4509631986488543381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4509631986488543381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4509631986488543381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4509631986488543381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-about-migrant-and-child-labor.html' title='Learning About Migrant and Child Labor'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-1926865253966003424</id><published>2008-09-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:28:28.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview An Adult</title><content type='html'>This Interview is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Riding in the car with my mom, playing with the dogs in the backyard and letting my grandmother put sugar on the snow and let us eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I played instruments.I was trying to master playing the Clarinet and was trying to learn the to play the Flute and the Trumpet. My life was very structured and Disciplined. The Games I Played Were Nintendo, Sega Genesis, Cards and board games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom and sister bought me a Casio(Piano) when I was a kid and I played it everyday so much that one day it blew up while I was playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most important thing that ever happened to me was when my mom passed away beacasue even though I was already an adult it made me realize that i was actually still a child at heart and it also made me realize that it was time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've had way to many to name just one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-1926865253966003424?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/1926865253966003424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=1926865253966003424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1926865253966003424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/1926865253966003424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/09/interview-adult.html' title='Interview An Adult'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-4559555235255090536</id><published>2008-09-25T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:11:55.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>I think people should get tattoos because it's there choice to do what they want to do with there body.&lt;br /&gt;I think people should not get tattoos is because it makes people look ugly if they get to much tattoos, there damaging there bodies and it's painful to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-4559555235255090536?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/4559555235255090536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=4559555235255090536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4559555235255090536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/4559555235255090536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-275846861975130803</id><published>2008-09-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:55:57.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming A Gold Miner</title><content type='html'>I am a young boy name Marcus and I am a Gold Miner. 1 thing I am scared about working at the Gold Mine is putting Mercury on my hand, I know it attracts gold but I am scared every-time I put it on my hand. The reason why I get scared of putting it on my hand is because I can get a disease like Mental Retardation. Working at the Gold Mine is not fun unless I get to work with my friends, but most of the time I am not happy. If I could change anything it would be for me not to work until I am an adult. It would be for every under aged kid to work when there an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-275846861975130803?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/275846861975130803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=275846861975130803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/275846861975130803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/275846861975130803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/09/becoming-gold-miner.html' title='Becoming A Gold Miner'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554876404108021656.post-8918159632983216005</id><published>2008-09-11T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:35:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=df4nzwc3_6hnwh5zc6' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554876404108021656-8918159632983216005?l=mdavila188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/feeds/8918159632983216005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6554876404108021656&amp;postID=8918159632983216005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/8918159632983216005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6554876404108021656/posts/default/8918159632983216005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdavila188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599296474419165954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
