<?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-3136257922729467313</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:57:05.937-08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8L3TykC0I/AAAAAAAAABc/hlHzqMu-8mA/s320/r.jpg'/><title type='text'>Adelle's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-7023449243457610894</id><published>2009-08-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:46:49.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Guess What Guys? WERE IN GRADE 6!!! You must be sooo happy for me! :) Grade 6 is a little more difficult, but we'll keep our heads high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;NOW COMMENT AND CONGRATULATE ME! NOW GO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;-ADEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-7023449243457610894?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7023449243457610894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=7023449243457610894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7023449243457610894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7023449243457610894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/grade-6.html' title='Grade 6!'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-7634675283291109632</id><published>2009-08-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:27:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baduy Questions. (Were In Grade Six!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. What do the leaders do for the tribe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Why arent they allowed to cut their hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How do they get their food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Why arent they allowed to touch money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What do they do for entertainment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What would happen if someone accepted gold or silver? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do they have a dress code and if they do, what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is the difference of the inner and outer Baduy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What is the punishment if someone broke the rules?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. How do they make their houses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-7634675283291109632?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7634675283291109632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=7634675283291109632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7634675283291109632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7634675283291109632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/baduy-questions-were-in-grade-six.html' title='Baduy Questions. (Were In Grade Six!)'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-2902913589900429006</id><published>2009-06-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:40:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exhibition Reflection♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/Sih3dRwzt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMgYbj8JGmI/s1600-h/group+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/Sih3dRwzt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMgYbj8JGmI/s320/group+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343652302743123842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;The Reflection Of The Grade 5 Exhibition&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/b&gt; On Thursday, may 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2009, we had the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day of our exhibition. I wasn’t very nervous actually, because I knew that today was only for the littler kids, gr 3 and bellow. But, even then, I knew that I would have to be a risk taker if I wanted to be able to answer the questions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we first got to school, we rehearsed the first and second session of the presentation sessions of the PYP exhibition. I was the M.C, and our group presented Minsoo’s presentation. Minsoo’s presentation was a keynote about the gemstone cutting/polishing process. Even though it was Minsoo’s presentation, we each got a slide to say aloud because it was a group effort. We already practiced yesterday, but Mrs. T and Mr. Hugo made us practice again today anyway. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we practiced twice, maybe three times, it was 9 O’clock and Miss Mida and Miss Kathryn officially opened the exhibition. They gave a little short speech and Atta treated us with a song on the piano. Then we had to get to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first class to come was the Pre K. They were so cute! We led them to our booth and we let them touch the gemstones. They also looked at the pictures of the gemstones. Minsoo was in charge of the little kids that spoke Korean. One of the kids asked me if the gemstones were edible. Actually, he said “Ku boleh makan ini?” while pointing at a gemstone. So cute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the K1 and K2 came. They asked loved holding the gemstones! The girls really enjoyed looking at the pictures of the gemstones at Pasar Rawa Bening. Again, Minsoo talked to the Korean kids so that it would be easier to manage all the kids and their teachers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while the grade 1 and 2 came. They some questions but were still quite shy. Then it was time for session 1, the real thing, not just a practice. I have to admit, I was a little nervous, especially since my brother came to watch and he can be very critical when he wants to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the presentations, they didn’t ask many questions. The most was 3, in the G.E.M.S presentation. The questions were asked by grade 2. I was surprised that the grade 2 could ask such questions. In my mind, so far, the grade 2 had the highest rank of questions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we went back to the booths. We stayed at the booths for a little longer, while the grade 1 and 2’s stayed and looked at the booths. They also asked us a few questions that they didn’t have a chance to ask before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally we had lunch. We didn’t really have that much time to have lunch, so I stayed around the exhibition area and went on my laptop to do a little more research. I had a little snack, of course, but not much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch, we were told to stay by our booths for a little longer, just until 12:30 came around and we would have to have the second session. About 10 minutes later, the grade 3’s came. Mrs. T then told us that we were starting the second session early.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends stayed at the booth, but because I am the M.C, I had to go. I told my friends ‘Sorry, but I have to go. Please manage the booth without me for a while.’. Session 2 was very boring. The grade threes didn’t ask a lot of questions at all! When the second session was over, I knew one thing for sure. Grade two is still in the first rank.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the second session, the exhibition was over. Mr. Hugo and Mrs. T told us to come back to class. Then they told us to write this report. Next time, I hope that the grade 4, 6 and 7s will beat the grade twos in the question rankings. I also hope that I will be more of a risk taker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/b&gt; On Friday, May 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2009, we had our second day of the exhibition. The exhibition started at 8:30 so we had time to print out the brochures that we made the day before. They had to be printed out in black and white, though, because ‘it would have been too expensive if it was in color’ (statement from Ms. Imelda, gr 5 and gr 4). We then gathered all the things that we needed and headed off to the Bamboo Court. Then we set up our laptops and journals. We even put our 500-word report on top of our journals for anyone to read. Our team, G.E.M.S were selling our gemstones, so we put those up, too. After everything on the table was set up, we checked out booth to see if anything was crooked or falling, and if it was, set it straight. We divided the brochures so that we all had some to give out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then day two of the grade 5 exhibition was officially opened. I knew that today was going to be harder than the first day, so I was very nervous. I had to try to be more knowledgeable than yesterday because if I couldn’t answer gr 2 and 3’s questions, than how on earth was I going to answer grade 4, 6 and 7’s questions? It’s not possible. So, quickly, before the first class came, I browsed through my Journal. Then I knew I was as ready as I’d ever be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first class to come was the grade 4 class. There were quite a lot of students from grade 4 coming to the exhibition, but we had to almost literally &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;drag&lt;/i&gt; some of the students to come to our booth. Mostly girls came, because they wanted to hold and touch the gemstones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon after the grade 4 came and grade 6 came to our exhibition, and almost as soon as they came, it was time for the first session. The people participating in the first session went into the ballet studio for session 1. I was the M.C, so I had to leave for longer than the rest of my teammates. The order of the presentations was different. Mrs. T changed what we would be presenting the day before, so that in the first session there was also the interactive quiz by Zaky and the Google Sketchup by Isfan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were slightly more questions this time, because I think the grade 4 already had a chance to brainstorm them before or something, but the grade two still asked the most questions so far. The interactive quiz was probably the most popular among the grade 4 and 6 students; especially since if they got the questions right, they got candy! Grade 4 got most of the questions right. “They know everything! Don’t pick the grade fours”, was something a grade six student said. I actually agreed with him. If they kept on picking the grade fours, all the candy would be finished by the end of the first session!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first session didn’t last very long, so after it was completed, Mrs. T came to me and told me that we were doing session 2 right away because she didn’t want the grade 4’s and 6’s to miss the second session, which was supposed to start around 12 O’clock. So, before the second session started I went to my booth and told my teammates that I had to leave again for session two -my friends were not presenting- and they had to run the booth without me for a little while longer. While I was there, I was surprised to see that they had already sold quite a lot of gemstones. I was quite happy because the money is going to be donated to a school event -my idea as I am in the student council. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I went back to the ballet studio to start the admittedly early second session. This time, there were only a few kids from grade 4 – the others were probably at the booths - and there were a lot more grade 6 students; although only Mr. Rick and a couple others asked the questions, the others stayed quiet. Quieter than usual, actually. The grade 6’s are usually very loud, if I do say so myself, especially at lunchtime. The grade 6 were also shy when we asked them if they wanted to try Leo’s mining game that he made using the beta version of GameSalad. It was actually a really fun game, but only two or three people agreed to try it. A shame, really. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After Carl’s movie about Gunung Pongkor, session two was over. The grade 6 and 4 stayed a little while longer while my teammates and I took turns having snack. Now, snack consisted with getting a drink and maybe a sandwich or something and eating/drinking at the table while waiting for kids to come to our booth and sometimes inviting them over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, the grade 4 and 6 left to go back to their classrooms. While they were gone, my teammates and I took a well-deserved break. While on our break, Mrs. T helpfully informed me that we would be doing the first and second session all over again, for the grade sevens. When hearing this, I just barely suppressed a sigh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thought it was over. Oh well. After that I headed back to my break. Everything was relaxing for a moment…then the grade 7’s came.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as Minsoo told me that she saw the grade sevens coming, we went back to work. Minsoo and I grabbed as much brochures as we could take and the boys, Fernan and Andra, set up their laptops, getting ready to show the grade 7’s their presentations. Then Minsoo and I started handing out brochures to everyone we saw while saying ‘Please visit G.E.M.S!’ over and over again. In English, Indonesian, even (for Minsoo) in Korean. Sure enough, pretty soon our booth was filled with people listening to presentations and others looking at the gemstones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then it was time for the second session of the first session. The grade 7’s piled into the room and sat down, waiting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was really nervous because the grade 7’s were the highest level of students so I thought that they would have the highest level of questions, but they only asked questions because I reminded them that so far, grade two asked the highest rank of questions and I knew they wouldn’t like to be ranked behind the grade 2’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surprisingly, their questions weren’t very different from those of grade 4, how shameful is that?! But I’m sure that they had better questions inside of them and they were just shy. Still, they weren’t nearly as participative as the grades below them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This session was shamefully quick. Well, at least they asked a couple of questions at the booths. Straight after the second session of the first session, we had lunch. A real lunch, not just eating at our tables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After eating our lunch, we were asked to come back to our classroom. Mr. Hugo told us that we were not going to do the second session of the second session, and we were all relieved. For about two seconds. Then Mr. Hugo said that the reason we were not doing the second session of the second session was because we had to perform a V.I.P performance, session 1 &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;session 2 in the same performance for Ibu Indah, Miss Elizabeth, Mr. John and possibly others. This wasn’t planned so it gave us a big shock! For the next half hour we were preparing for the V.I.P performance. We did things like print more brochures, getting our presentations ready, and practicing our lines. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, Mrs. T and Mr. Hugo told us it was time, so we brought our laptops and anything else we needed to the ballet studio and put the others on our table. We went inside the ballet studio and prepared everything. Soon after Miss Mida and Miss Kathryn joined us and we were told to start. In the middle of our second presentation by the MAE group, Mr. John arrived. He sat down and told us to continue. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By our third performance by my group, G.E.M.S, Ibu Indah and Miss Elizabeth had arrived. After the mathematical inquiry by ‘World Of Copper’, Leo showed us the game that he made in GameSalad. Ibu Indah and Miss Elizabeth were invited to try. After they finished playing the game, Mr. John &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;loudly&lt;/i&gt; –like, really loudly- exclaimed, “Who wants to play ‘Are You Smarter Than A 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Grader?’” Everyone, well, almost everyone, shouted ‘Me, me!’. So that is how Zaky’s interactive educational quiz turned into a game of ‘Are You Smarter Than A 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Grader?’. Mrs. T even filmed the whole thing on her camera. Ibu Indah said “If you can beat us than we will get your class 3 boxes of doughnuts by Monday and I will say that I am not smarter than a 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader.” Then, guess what? We won! So on Monday We’re getting doughnuts, and Ibu Indah and Miss Elizabeth both looked into the camera and said “I am &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; smarter than a 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader”. Then, to top it all off, we each got a free can of Pokari Sweat! The perfect ending to a very busy day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Adellea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-2902913589900429006?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2902913589900429006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=2902913589900429006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/2902913589900429006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/2902913589900429006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-exhibition-reflection.html' title='My Exhibition Reflection♥'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/Sih3dRwzt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMgYbj8JGmI/s72-c/group+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-4853079253742678541</id><published>2009-04-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:15:40.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gold Children summary- max 50 words</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A fisherman caught a gold fish. The fish gave him a palace. He lost the palace. The fish gave him 2 sons made of gold. One went away and found his true love. He went hunting and got turned to a rock. The brother saved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-4853079253742678541?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4853079253742678541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=4853079253742678541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/4853079253742678541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/4853079253742678541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-children-summary-max-50-words.html' title='The Gold Children summary- max 50 words'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-3988405320225349235</id><published>2009-04-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:51:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Describe Jakarta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo1El6w4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/75uyeofsdR4/s1600-h/CL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo1El6w4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/75uyeofsdR4/s320/CL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328084726386967426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo1PRd-cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9k1UYeFwG2o/s1600-h/PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo1PRd-cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9k1UYeFwG2o/s320/PM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328084729253984706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo0_l8plI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RJ1YC6Wyx9M/s1600-h/CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo0_l8plI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RJ1YC6Wyx9M/s320/CW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328084725044913746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many golf courses in Jakarta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEmIwZURYI/AAAAAAAAADc/utdzYfgYJko/s320/IS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328081766027904386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEnZFhV7HI/AAAAAAAAADs/MrpquBtZcCg/s320/VRC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328083146088246386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of shopping centers in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many International schools in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some ice rinks in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEbXbDP9zI/AAAAAAAAADM/hYQSbRHpTAY/s320/GC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069923368335154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; some virtual reality centers in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many movie theaters in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEbXWIGHtI/AAAAAAAAADU/S_ScV9pM3ok/s320/SC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069922046484178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of hospitals in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEmnTaNKAI/AAAAAAAAADk/GlFeo_sXhmw/s320/IR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328082290822948866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There aren't many car wash centers in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many photocopy centers in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There aren't many chair lifts in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-3988405320225349235?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3988405320225349235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=3988405320225349235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3988405320225349235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3988405320225349235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-describe-jakarta.html' title='Let Me Describe Jakarta...'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SfEo1El6w4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/75uyeofsdR4/s72-c/CL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-5845014079546649501</id><published>2009-04-14T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:24:09.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mineral-Opals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSH40DeYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hm_ePop-udo/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSH40DeYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hm_ePop-udo/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324752429898758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opal Mine Shafts, Cooper Pedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHsQr8yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qMnwrl7u8Fk/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHsQr8yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qMnwrl7u8Fk/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324752426529190690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHdLkP0I/AAAAAAAAACs/a3HhONUXzHU/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHdLkP0I/AAAAAAAAACs/a3HhONUXzHU/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324752422481182530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHODHW2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hI5QbzpiydI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSHODHW2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hI5QbzpiydI/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324752418419202914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opal mines in Cooper Pedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVRsM_nlRI/AAAAAAAAACc/jqAJKo-_Y0U/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVRsM_nlRI/AAAAAAAAACc/jqAJKo-_Y0U/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324751954279634194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-5845014079546649501?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5845014079546649501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=5845014079546649501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5845014079546649501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5845014079546649501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mineral-opals.html' title='My Mineral-Opals'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SeVSH40DeYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hm_ePop-udo/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-3067301884340225543</id><published>2009-04-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:11:11.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countable and Uncountable</title><content type='html'>Uncountable&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topaz- There is a lot of Topaz in Brazil and Russia.&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fluorite- Fluorite has a very strange color.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gold- There is gold in Sumbawa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gypsum- Gypsum can be found in Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talc- Talc is found in the United States.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Countable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diamonds- Diamonds are located in South Africa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rubies- Rubies are a dark red color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pearls- Pearls are round and found inside oysters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emeralds- Emeralds are green, but they can be turquoise too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sapphires- Sapphires are clear and sometimes dark blue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-3067301884340225543?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3067301884340225543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=3067301884340225543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3067301884340225543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3067301884340225543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/countable-and-uncountable.html' title='Countable and Uncountable'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-3209408690676417811</id><published>2009-02-17T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:14:39.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My English Reflection Journal</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, I borrowed a book from the library. I'm still reading the book now, because it's pretty long. The book is called 'Interworld'. It's a very exciting, and at times sad, book. The book is about a boy named Joey. He just learned that he can Walk, but not, you know, normal walking, he can Walk between worlds. He discovers that he is very powerful and gets himself into danger. Then Jay, a 20 year old version of Joey, who is also a Walker, saves his life. But on the way to the Walker base, Jay dies in the jaws of a venomous centipede-shark-dino monster. Joey carries Jay's body to the Walker base filled with different versions of Joey from different worlds. Well, thats as far as I got.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learner Profile                                                                                                                                                   This week, I was an inquirer because I asked lots of questions about the many words I don't know about in the 'Interworld' book I read (see up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-3209408690676417811?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3209408690676417811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=3209408690676417811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3209408690676417811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/3209408690676417811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-english-reflection-journal.html' title='My English Reflection Journal'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-5073188677943524803</id><published>2009-02-05T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:04:28.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Expo</title><content type='html'>In grade 5, we are doing a science expo. For the science expo, we are making a cardboard electricity generator. Truthfully, I don't think that our project will work. This is partly because, 1: the magnet that we are using is so powerful that it can make you bleed, and Im quite sure that it won't turn because it is so powerful, and 2: I don't think that we'll be able to find the specific small light bulb that is needed for this project.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-5073188677943524803?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5073188677943524803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=5073188677943524803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5073188677943524803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5073188677943524803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-expo.html' title='Science Expo'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-5088712640827779277</id><published>2009-02-04T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:40:29.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the Earth</title><content type='html'>I think sharing the earth means that we live on only one earth so we have to share the planet with all the other living things because we are all connected. Thats called, 'interconnectedness' or 'the food chain' and without each other we can not survive. For example, the frog eats the fly, the snake eats the frog, the mongoose eats the snake, the tiger eats the mongoose, and when the tigers die the vultures eat them. Then, when the vultures are done, the leftovers are taken by bugs and turned into fertilizer for the plants. Another word for this is called 'the circle of life'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-5088712640827779277?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5088712640827779277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=5088712640827779277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5088712640827779277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/5088712640827779277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sharing-earth.html' title='Sharing the Earth'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-412880386660174046</id><published>2009-01-27T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:30:26.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8L3TykC0I/AAAAAAAAABc/hlHzqMu-8mA/s320/r.jpg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some alliterations that we, grade 5, did today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: The cat curled up on the cushion and cried.                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8JcwxiHuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M-AVQOsVdC8/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295962076544638690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2: One saturday a silly snake slithered in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8JcxV7sVI/AAAAAAAAABE/YWmOOpOo4E4/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295962076697309522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: Two tiny turtles trotted to the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8KpMRDMEI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Go3kmBLeFw/s320/tt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963389594644546" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4: The winter wind whipped past the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 59px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8L3sOZ-xI/AAAAAAAAABk/GBvM3ZTQNiw/s320/w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964738203286290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5: The pitter patter poured down the pavement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8L3TykC0I/AAAAAAAAABc/hlHzqMu-8mA/s320/r.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964731644054338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6: The bear ate berries for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8L3e1ZZwI/AAAAAAAAABU/yT6zc5hJ-tI/s320/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964734608729858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you&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/3136257922729467313-412880386660174046?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/412880386660174046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=412880386660174046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/412880386660174046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/412880386660174046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-somealliterationsthat-we.html' title=''/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SX8JcwxiHuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M-AVQOsVdC8/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-691692838256138292</id><published>2008-11-25T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:59:44.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of an Idol/Role Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The definition of an idol is: An idol is a person that is admired or loved by people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The definition of a role model is: A role model is a person that people think is an example. A person that other people want to imitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-691692838256138292?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/691692838256138292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=691692838256138292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/691692838256138292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/691692838256138292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/definition-of-idolrole-model.html' title='The Definition of an Idol/Role Model'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-7456248143555614605</id><published>2008-11-24T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:30:28.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SS34KjAQhnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VIFCy3DC89k/s1600-h/OBAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SS34KjAQhnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VIFCy3DC89k/s320/OBAMA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273143598799423090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idol is Barrack Obama.He is my idol because I admire him. He is kind and really cares for America. I am happy that he is the president. He deserved to win! BTW, if I were in America, I would have voted for him! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-7456248143555614605?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7456248143555614605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=7456248143555614605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7456248143555614605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/7456248143555614605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-idol.html' title='My Idol!'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SS34KjAQhnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VIFCy3DC89k/s72-c/OBAMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-2370171858337734872</id><published>2008-11-24T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:32:38.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Role Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My role model is my mom. I want to be like my mom because I want to be a caring and hard working person like my mom. My mom works in one of the largest paper companies in the world. She is the ‘Director of Sustainability’. My mom is kind of strict, but in a good way. She always looks out for everyone and she always wants the best for me. I love my mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-2370171858337734872?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2370171858337734872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=2370171858337734872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/2370171858337734872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/2370171858337734872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-idolrole-model.html' title='My Role Model'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-8863673505365935203</id><published>2008-11-17T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:00:16.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Character Description About Georgina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SSJ1938QXOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u6WWJrdrcws/s1600-h/gga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SSJ1938QXOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u6WWJrdrcws/s320/gga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269904219826052322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Georgina's best friend?&lt;div&gt;What does Georgina love to do best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where does Georgina live? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When dod Georgina first meet her cousins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is Georgina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does Georgina love her island so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgina is a 12 year old girl that wants to be a boy. Because of that, she gets really angry when you call her Georgina. She wants to be called George. George cut her hair really short, so now she looks a little like a boy. When you first meet her, she will be very grumpy, but she is actually really nice. George is very venturesome and does not like to sit still. She is also very curious, and brave too! George also loves the island that her mom gave to her. But she loves Tim even more. George can be very fierce if someone bothers her but is always (ok, maybe not always) sorry for what she says or does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136257922729467313-8863673505365935203?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8863673505365935203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=8863673505365935203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/8863673505365935203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/8863673505365935203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-character-description-about-georgina.html' title='My Character Description About Georgina.'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SSJ1938QXOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u6WWJrdrcws/s72-c/gga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-988601317701119272</id><published>2008-10-21T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:46:55.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Five!</title><content type='html'>Hello! In school, we are reading A digital Story called 'Five And The Treasure Island'. It is a very interesting story.  It is part of a series called 'The Famous Five'. You can buy this series in a book shop, and there is also a cartoon about this book. Here is a picture of  the characters from the movie version.                                                     &lt;div&gt;(from the left) Tim, Julian, Dick, Gorge, Anne&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SP3H84qy7UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/La9Br076Pmg/s400/TFF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259579788656569666" /&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/3136257922729467313-988601317701119272?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/988601317701119272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=988601317701119272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/988601317701119272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/988601317701119272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/famouse-five.html' title='The Famous Five!'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/SP3H84qy7UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/La9Br076Pmg/s72-c/TFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136257922729467313.post-8214624353497189514</id><published>2008-10-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:46:47.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello! Welcome to my blog. I am a grade 5 student. This  is where I will post some of my school work. I hope you enjoy my blog!&lt;/span&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/3136257922729467313-8214624353497189514?l=swaadelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8214624353497189514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136257922729467313&amp;postID=8214624353497189514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/8214624353497189514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136257922729467313/posts/default/8214624353497189514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swaadelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome To My Blog!'/><author><name>A Teen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlL21NPy1jA/TUAD5hAy_EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VkEoaHwiufQ/s220/44831_1525039735928_1532685015_1342651_985755_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
