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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-3303306436491985050.post-7775849025946690041</id><published>2010-06-14T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:26:14.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Bottled Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1583" title="bottled_water" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/bottled_water1.jpg" alt="bottled_water" width="393" height="83" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     1) Bottled water is equal to tap water in being cleaner and taster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     2) Bottled water is made in water factories, they put chemicals in the water . After people drink these bottled water they go to a land fill, where there made into land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     3) A way that we can help solve the water bottled problem is to tell other people to stop buying bottled water, and we can make signs and show other people, and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7775849025946690041?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7775849025946690041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7775849025946690041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7775849025946690041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7775849025946690041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/06/ban-bottled-water.html' title='Ban Bottled Water'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-352905535800691186</id><published>2010-06-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:02:10.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The hallway was silent and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pounds hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from the distance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you get mad you sigh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i tell you goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry tell you your mother died &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-352905535800691186?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/352905535800691186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=352905535800691186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/352905535800691186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/352905535800691186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/06/mad-news.html' title='MAD NEWS'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-361186628231535898</id><published>2010-06-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:45:29.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mad Libs Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1719" title="MadLibs" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/MadLibs-221x300.jpg" alt="" width="221" height="300" /&gt; I fell asleep yesterday listening to an old album that my mom had. I really enjoyed it, though I had a weird dream. It was kind of like one of the old songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been workin' in &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;eclipse&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;cutie&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;I've been workin' in &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;eclipse&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Just to pass the time away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear the whistle &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Rise up so early in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;taylor lautner&lt;/span&gt; shouting&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; your horn? ”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; your horn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, won't you &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; your horn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone's in the &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's in the &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's in the &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumming on the old &lt;span class="entry" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the weirdest dream I've had in a long time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-361186628231535898?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/361186628231535898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=361186628231535898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/361186628231535898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/361186628231535898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mad-libs-story.html' title='My Mad Libs Story'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2297673928048198744</id><published>2010-05-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:02:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAN BOTTLED WATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S_Vc3VpC9iI/AAAAAAAAACU/IhQW5BCZqhA/s1600/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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You don't even have to spend money on it, you can get it right from your home. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S-hU9rOR1II/AAAAAAAAACE/L1Q6ePplhfk/s1600/tap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S-hU9rOR1II/AAAAAAAAACE/L1Q6ePplhfk/s320/tap.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469715165992834178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7725740515802037977?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7725740515802037977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7725740515802037977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7725740515802037977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7725740515802037977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/05/tap-water.html' title='tap water'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/S-hU9rOR1II/AAAAAAAAACE/L1Q6ePplhfk/s72-c/tap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-3020896412792256626</id><published>2010-04-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:09:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC that I LOVE rite NOW</title><content type='html'>Check out this new song that is really cool, your going to love it. I am awesome by Spose and OMG! by Usher&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v218663384&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v218663384&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I am Awesome&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v218667638&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v218667638&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/3303306436491985050-3020896412792256626?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3020896412792256626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3020896412792256626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3020896412792256626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3020896412792256626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-that-i-love-rite-now.html' title='MUSIC that I LOVE rite NOW'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5495447680116719877</id><published>2010-04-19T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:12:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My font</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S88_9Td_riI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QqQShBg0uNU/s1600/jerrilee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S88_9Td_riI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QqQShBg0uNU/s320/jerrilee.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655195454352930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5495447680116719877?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5495447680116719877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5495447680116719877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5495447680116719877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5495447680116719877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-font.html' title='My font'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/S88_9Td_riI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QqQShBg0uNU/s72-c/jerrilee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7669964181913930883</id><published>2010-04-12T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:15:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part6:Profile Penalty(please don't do something stupid)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Profile Penalty" href="http://www.techbrarian.com/movies/profilepenalty.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1612" title="ratherbesleepin" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Screen-shot-2010-04-11-at-9.55.42-PM-300x250.png" alt="ratherbesleepin" height="250" width="300" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Watch Profile Penalty" href="http://www.techbrarian.com/movies/profilepenalty.mov" target="_blank"&gt;I interviewed my friend Jmatos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q:What information are OK to post? What's not OK to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;A:DO not post personal info. and whats OK to most is picture of pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q:Have you ever posted something online that embarrassed you or got you into trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A:NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q:Is there any way to guarantee complete privacy when you post things online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;       A:NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7669964181913930883?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7669964181913930883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7669964181913930883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7669964181913930883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7669964181913930883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/part6profile-penaltyplease-dont-do.html' title='part6:Profile Penalty(please don&apos;t do something stupid)'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-274642799477046508</id><published>2010-04-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:58:47.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part5:Silence/Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Silence/Noise" href="http://techbrarian.com/movies/silence_noise.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Silence_Noise" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Screen-shot-2010-04-06-at-11.36.54-PM-300x229.png" alt="Silence_Noise" height="229" width="300" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        NO because sometimes I start singing the song that I am listening to and not go back to studying or something from school.&lt;br /&gt;                        NO because the music was not that good(sorry Mr.L)and I didn't know the song.&lt;br /&gt;                        I think that I would have do a good job only because I like math and I am smart when it comes to math. &lt;br /&gt;         EXTRA CREDIT:&lt;br /&gt;                        One thing that I would change is that make the questions more harder.&lt;br /&gt;                        Another thing I would change is add more questions&lt;br /&gt;                        The last thing I would change is put more lyrics in the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-274642799477046508?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/274642799477046508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=274642799477046508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/274642799477046508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/274642799477046508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/04/part5silencenoise.html' title='Part5:Silence/Noise'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2876881358413848733</id><published>2010-03-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:17:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part4:War Simulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch This War Simulation Movie" href="http://www.techbrarian.com/movies/total_immersion.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1574" title="Screen shot 2010-03-22 at 11.11.06 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Screen-shot-2010-03-22-at-11.11.06-AM-300x206.png" alt="Screen shot 2010-03-22 at 11.11.06 AM" height="206" width="300" /&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              One advantage that of having war simulations is that your really not killing someone, another one is that it trains people that are going to war, and the last thing is your having fun(if you enjoy killing people).&lt;br /&gt;              I think that in 10 years this technology will be in really life not in a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2876881358413848733?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2876881358413848733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2876881358413848733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2876881358413848733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2876881358413848733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/part4war-simulations.html' title='Part4:War Simulations'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8196059676671719448</id><published>2010-03-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:20:23.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>191</title><content type='html'>   The black room took us like a cave &lt;div&gt;   And in the dark you scream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Scratch the life out of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Don't cry cause this isn't the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   You say sorry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   But that doesn't take away the pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   So I leave you with this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8196059676671719448?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8196059676671719448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8196059676671719448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8196059676671719448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8196059676671719448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/191.html' title='191'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2696571206079218070</id><published>2010-03-08T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:26:58.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing(Yes or No)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-1542" title="Screen shot 2010-03-04 at 9.04.57 PM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Screen-shot-2010-03-04-at-9.04.57-PM-150x150.png" alt="Screen shot 2010-03-04 at 9.04.57 PM" width="150" height="150" /&gt;        The interesting part about the video was when we got a chance to hear what some people of the staff had to say. &lt;div&gt;                                              One reason that people get piercing is because they see that other people have them, second because they sometimes they think its cool, and the third is because some people push others to get one them selfs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               I think that if you do know the person then you would think that they are changing and if you didn't know the person then what ever is your first impression about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               Yes there is a thing as to many piercing because there are people of over do it. Like in the video they should two people with piercing all over there faces, and on there noises, and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2696571206079218070?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2696571206079218070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2696571206079218070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2696571206079218070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2696571206079218070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercingyes-or-no.html' title='Piercing(Yes or No)'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6052798713379813566</id><published>2010-02-24T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:43:18.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Addiction Part 2</title><content type='html'>                     &lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1514" title="Gaming Addict" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Screen-shot-2010-02-23-at-10.39.50-AM-300x211.png" alt="Gaming Addict" width="300" height="211" /&gt;   I think that people get addicted to games because they have nothing better to do, they hate how there living, and they hate there lives. They feel good about themselves when they play the games.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6052798713379813566?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6052798713379813566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6052798713379813566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6052798713379813566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6052798713379813566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/02/gaming-addiction-part-2.html' title='Gaming Addiction Part 2'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-4405028663615796332</id><published>2010-02-22T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:42:50.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ways 2 tell that ur addiction 2 the Internet</title><content type='html'>           These are the way to know that your addicted to the Internet:&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                1) Stay on the internet for hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                2) Star playing every day and then weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                3) Never stop playing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                4) Start playing every night and day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                5) Grades are going down after being top of class&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1506" title="Screen shot 2010-02-20 at 10.21.55 PM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Screen-shot-2010-02-20-at-10.21.55-PM-300x175.png" alt="Screen shot 2010-02-20 at 10.21.55 PM" width="300" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4405028663615796332?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4405028663615796332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4405028663615796332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4405028663615796332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4405028663615796332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-ways-2-tell-that-ur-addiction-2.html' title='5 Ways 2 tell that ur addiction 2 the Internet'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8693197934369496606</id><published>2010-02-22T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:37:40.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attached Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1506" title="Screen shot 2010-02-20 at 10.21.55 PM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Screen-shot-2010-02-20-at-10.21.55-PM-300x175.png" alt="Screen shot 2010-02-20 at 10.21.55 PM" width="300" height="175" /&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         A) I think that yes you can get addicted to the internet because of all the games that people create. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         B) The day starts by giving the kids therapy. Then by the video that I had seen they give them a lot of different  activities and try to take there minds off the internet and games.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         C) I think the difference between American and South Korea is that the South Koreans have more different types of technology then the Americans have. Also they have all these different games for the computer, and Americans don't have PC-Bangs like they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8693197934369496606?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8693197934369496606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8693197934369496606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8693197934369496606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8693197934369496606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/02/attached-internet.html' title='Attached Internet'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-4697616466612550271</id><published>2010-01-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:33:23.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Water Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1413" title="Good Magazine- Dirty Shower" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Screen-shot-2010-01-03-at-8.29.49-PM-300x168.png" alt="Good Magazine- Dirty Shower" width="213" height="119" /&gt;         A) One way that water gets polluted is when people in the 3rd world county use the bathroom and the poop goes into the water and it gets polluted. &lt;div&gt;                                                              B) The dangers of polluted water are cancer, cholera, and Diarrhea, and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              C) I can't think of something to create for cleaning water, but I know that other people that have a creative mind should make something that could clean water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              D) I think the reason why that people in the 3rd world country do not have these invention because maybe they cost to much and they can't afford to buy the invention. I think another reason why they don't have the invention is because some country's don't really care about the other people that are getting infected by the dirty water.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4697616466612550271?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4697616466612550271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4697616466612550271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4697616466612550271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4697616466612550271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-way-that-water-getspollutedis-when.html' title='Dirty Water Part 1'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6362241387520047936</id><published>2010-01-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:46:31.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy</title><content type='html'>             &lt;img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:pUKfiWhwkfbCTM:http://frank.redpin.com/~urbex/stupid-is.jpg" id="ipfpUKfiWhwkfbCTM:" width="87" height="135" /&gt;       That stupid guy(yea the one my sister is" dating"). I think that she can do so much better then that guy. I mean she's smarter then him, he's like so slow. Now I know what you are thinking that I am probably like the guy, but seriously I dislike him(more like hate). I think that this going out with my sister is a dare. If your sister was dating someone that you don't like, shouldn't your sister break-up with that person? I think that if a sister doesn't like the other sister "boyfriend", that that sister should break-up with that guy. I know that this is a stupid blog. So if you are reading this please stop and go on.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6362241387520047936?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6362241387520047936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6362241387520047936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6362241387520047936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6362241387520047936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/guy.html' title='The Guy'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-2335993950210891589</id><published>2010-01-20T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:45:50.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Thought's</title><content type='html'>                    &lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www.collegeofidaho.edu/administration/campusministries/media/images/haiti.jpg" /&gt;  Everyone has heard about what happened in Haiti the big Earthquake. It affects me because Haiti is next to Dominican Republic, where why half of the family life. When I first hard about what happened my first thought was, was if my family was ok. My question for America is why do you come and rescue Haiti now and not then in the past? Because as soon as there's a problem in an other country you guys come to the rescue. What about in the past when they needed that help. This is what I think about what happened in Haiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2335993950210891589?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2335993950210891589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2335993950210891589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2335993950210891589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2335993950210891589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-thoughts.html' title='Haiti Thought&apos;s'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-3297882383566346928</id><published>2010-01-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:27:32.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberbullying Leads to Suicide(Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/S09T9p8BRNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaZvOUnH1Dk/s1600-h/suicide_poem.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/_OKHDU69wgrU/S09T9p8BRNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaZvOUnH1Dk/s320/suicide_poem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426648394699457746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1450" title="Screen shot 2010-01-14 at 10.18.50 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Screen-shot-2010-01-14-at-10.18.50-AM-300x169.png" alt="Screen shot 2010-01-14 at 10.18.50 AM" width="300" height="169" /&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-3297882383566346928?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3297882383566346928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3297882383566346928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3297882383566346928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3297882383566346928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2010/01/cyberbullying-leads-to-suicidepoem.html' title='Cyberbullying Leads to Suicide(Poem)'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/S09T9p8BRNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaZvOUnH1Dk/s72-c/suicide_poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-6570958062819358240</id><published>2009-12-21T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:44:30.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ELA Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I APPROVE THE GAY’S DO YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BY:JERRILEE TINEO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTYkja0ZUmA/SmU8D0kzrZI/AAAAAAAABF0/3osokA3f9ns/s400/peace_sign_rainbow_300.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mylifewithdogs-swanny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default&amp;amp;usg=__EtTVaVQ8Tp9vuuDU0Vq-nPX8zbM=&amp;amp;h=301&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=22&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=55H44B-G0XNUZm-Uc10Vug&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Dc9AMx9QZvo1VM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Drainbow%2Bpeace%2Bsign%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=_cEvS8_KMsqZ8AbqmdiZBw"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ; vertical-align: bottom;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Dc9AMx9QZvo1VM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTYkja0ZUmA/SmU8D0kzrZI/AAAAAAAABF0/3osokA3f9ns/s400/peace_sign_rainbow_300.gif" height="116" width="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                          My cousin is gay. I think that he would feel really upset if someone told him he couldn’t get married (if he wanted to). Our family is not that religious, like some other people are, so we except that my cousin is gay. I think that it is imperative that gay marriage should be legal because they have the right to get married like every body else, the second reason is because it doesn’t always have to be a man and a woman, and the last reason is because they have the right to love who ever they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                          Gay marriage should be legal because they have the right to get married. If a man and a woman CAN get married, then why CAN’T gay’s get married? I know some people go against gay marriage because of there religion, but the doesn’t mean that they can judge based on that fact. I also have a religion, but the part that gay people can’t get married I don’t believe in that. Obama has band gay marriage, but he disapproves and approve of gay marriage. On a interview for MTV he has said,” I’ve stated my opposition to this. I think it's unnecessary," Obama told MTV. "I believe marriage is between a man and a woman. I am not in favor of gay marriage. But when you start playing around with constitutions, just to prohibit somebody who cares about another person, it just seems to me that's not what America's about," he told MTV, "Usually, our constitutions expand liberties, they don't contract them," he added. I am glad that a least he stood up for the gay people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                              The second reason why gay marriage should be legal is because it doesn’t have to be a man and a woman. Like I said in the second paragraph,” If a man and a woman CAN get married, then why CAN’T gay’s get married too.” A man and a man or a woman and a woman Can get married, in my opinion. I think that it’s not anyone’s business if to people of the same gender want to get married. Some people that are really gay, but didn’t tell there family’s or friends are forced to get married with people that they don’t really love( like a different gender then you are) because they are afraid that there family would react in a way that they would despise him/her. Another thing is that the person’s family might be embarrassed of the reason that him/her is gay, the family doesn’t want people to start talking. I always wondered why can’t gay people adopt. Some people think is because of the way that gay’s raise a child differently. I personally think that they would raise the child like anyone else would. Some other people think it’s because when gay people raise a child that most likely the child would be gay also, but that doesn’t always happen. Also some people think that that is wrong for too of the same genders to raise a child. My sister Jerrine said,” I approve of gay adoption because I think that every person that wants a child should have one.” Some people also think that if a gay couple raise a child that that child would dislike there parents because they are gay, also because if the child goes to school that child might be teased by other kids because of there parents being gay. I think that people are billowing the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                            Final reason why gay marriage should be legal is because they have the right to love any gender. When a person falls in love they have there mate. If too people of the same gender fall in love then they should be mates too. People can’t tell others who they have to love, everyone picks on there own. Other people don’t have the right to change anyone’s true love. If to people love each other, shouldn’t they be allowed the same right’s. There’s a right that say’s that you won’t be able to see your wife/husband if there the same gender, I think that that’s not fare because other people that are married of different gender could be able to see there wife/husband. Gay people don’t always pick who they fall in love with, some of the people that are gay probably didn’t know they were gay at first, like they didn’t want to admit that they like a guy/chick. You see some people don’t expect to fall in love with the same gender, it just happens. My friend Jennis said,” I think that gay people like all people should love who ever they want. People shouldn’t change or judge them because there gay.” When a famous person is gay, some people get surprised because they would have never guessed that that person would be gay, but people really never care. So why are people questioning gay marriage now and not than? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;      Hopefully, in the future people would approve of gay marriage. I hope that my supports of gay marriage can change other people’s minds. Like I said in the first paragraph gay marriage should be legal because they have the right to get married like every body else, the second reason is because it doesn’t always have to be a man and a woman, and the last reason is because they have the right to love who ever they want. All of the supports that I gave for my reasons I hope that people would take a look and think and change there minds because the gay marriage is the same thing as regular marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6570958062819358240?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6570958062819358240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6570958062819358240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6570958062819358240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6570958062819358240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-ela-essay.html' title='My ELA Essay'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7077743304875548443</id><published>2009-12-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:45:08.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAD TEXT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/Syk4i_HqKeI/AAAAAAAAABs/CIyxYSd_c4w/s1600-h/jerrileeT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/Syk4i_HqKeI/AAAAAAAAABs/CIyxYSd_c4w/s320/jerrileeT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922200599996898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7077743304875548443?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7077743304875548443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7077743304875548443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7077743304875548443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7077743304875548443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/rad-text.html' title='RAD TEXT'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/Syk4i_HqKeI/AAAAAAAAABs/CIyxYSd_c4w/s72-c/jerrileeT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-4929215471689781076</id><published>2009-12-16T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:28:57.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If to day was your last day?</title><content type='html'>       &lt;img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:rLpXhSwjDivYNM:http://www.southafricablog.co.za/uploads/2007/03/blog-nickelback.jpg" width="126" height="116" /&gt;There is a song called If today was your last day by Nickelback.  In one of the sentence the guy sang," If today was your last day and tomorrow was to late? Would you say goodbye to yesterday?" That made me ask myself that same question. If to day was my last day and tomorrow was to late I would try to make every moment special and fun so that I can remember for ever. The other question would would I say goodbye to yesterday, I think that I would never say goodbye to yesterday because how about if something really nice happened to you, wouldn't you like to save that same day in your memories? Why don't you ask yourself the same question I ask myself and think about what would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4929215471689781076?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4929215471689781076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4929215471689781076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4929215471689781076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4929215471689781076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-to-day-was-your-last-day.html' title='If to day was your last day?'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5467587242212429076</id><published>2009-12-14T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:41:19.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My #1  Movie</title><content type='html'>     &lt;img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:UNMylx5pJuNbzM:http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/3/17/911/17911633_406pxA_Walk_To_Remember_Poster.jpg" width="91" height="135" /&gt;My #1 movie is A Walk To Remember. Its my number one movie because of how they show that the love between the two main characters( would have never guessed that I would actual see this movie), I also like that there is all of these reasons that the two main characters can't be together for ever like they planned. But the sad thing is that one of the main character has cancer, at the end of the movie I started to cry, because the main character that had cancer died and because the other main character remembered something that the girl told him, "Love is like the wind you can feel it, but you can't see it." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5467587242212429076?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5467587242212429076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5467587242212429076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5467587242212429076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5467587242212429076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-1-movie.html' title='My #1  Movie'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8734768497134396692</id><published>2009-12-14T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:16:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT(NOT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1380" title="love at first sight" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/love-at-first-sight-300x200.png" alt="love at first sight" width="300" height="200" /&gt;      &lt;div&gt;                  I DO NOT believe in LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. I think that is stupid that two people look at each other and that innocently they are meet to be, that is just not possible. I think that this is not realistic , this type of stuff only happens in books and movies. I would never believe in this because I think that LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT is just not possible, so people just need to get real and face the fact that there not in love there just blinded by love. This has never happened to me, I also don't know anyone that got LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8734768497134396692?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8734768497134396692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8734768497134396692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8734768497134396692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8734768497134396692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-at-first-sightnot.html' title='LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT(NOT)'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1797328355142505501</id><published>2009-12-09T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:29:23.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATER LIFE</title><content type='html'> &lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1366" title="Play Water Life" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Screen-shot-2009-12-09-at-8.44.51-AM-300x185.png" alt="Play Water Life" width="300" height="185" /&gt; There are 3 things that I learned about water and they are: &lt;div&gt;        1. 70% of the EARTH is covered by water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        2. 2.5% of the EARTH's water is FRESH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        3. BACTERIA  POLLUTES our water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I think that the game Water Life was a good game. I liked it because it was showing me what was going wrong about the ocean and the other bodies of water. It was also trying to show me what was happening to the animals that live in those bodies of water. I think that the designer of the game should have made the game longer because at first  didn't want to play, but then at the end of the game I wanted to keep on going, even those I wasn't really helping the planet because I was on a computer put it made me feel good about helping the planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1797328355142505501?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1797328355142505501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1797328355142505501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1797328355142505501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1797328355142505501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-3-things-that-i-learned-about.html' title='WATER LIFE'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6241590318111305094</id><published>2009-12-07T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:44:13.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV/AIDS Game- What would I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1356" title="Screen shot 2009-12-07 at 9.11.20 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Screen-shot-2009-12-07-at-9.11.20-AM.png" alt="Screen shot 2009-12-07 at 9.11.20 AM" width="396" height="300" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The game is about how some kids don't always pick the best decision about having sex or not having sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    One of the chooses that I did was not go to the party, the result to that was that I went to my friends house, and he wanted to have sex with my character, and the result to that was that my character said no. Another of the chooses that I made was that my character said no when her friend wanted to have sex with out a condom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     A game like this is important because it helps other kids realize that they should real think about have sex. They would start think more about sex and ask questions if they want to have sex and what would be the consequent about having sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6241590318111305094?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6241590318111305094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6241590318111305094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6241590318111305094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6241590318111305094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/hivaids-game-what-would-i-do.html' title='HIV/AIDS Game- What would I do?'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2694306987064851215</id><published>2009-12-03T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:52:16.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella and Edward in an ABUSIVE Relationship?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1350" title="new-moon1" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/new-moon1-227x300.jpg" alt="new-moon1" width="227" height="300" /&gt;      &lt;div&gt; Are Bella and Edward in an abusive relationship? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think that they are, now that I think about it he does run her life for her. Telling her what to do and who to see, and where to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       I went to go see New Moon with my class and the movie was pretty funny, I think that at the end they should all just die, that would be a good ending, I think. I also read the book, it was much better then the movie, it had a lot of more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2694306987064851215?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2694306987064851215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2694306987064851215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2694306987064851215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2694306987064851215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-bella-and-edward-in-abusive.html' title='Bella and Edward in an ABUSIVE Relationship?????'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1446571838559456716</id><published>2009-12-02T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:41:03.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/Sxa82mzlWEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwEmuZgVvpU/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/_OKHDU69wgrU/Sxa82mzlWEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwEmuZgVvpU/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410719648648091714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Alien: Hello Earthling. Thank you for conversing with me. &lt;div&gt;       Me: Your welcome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Alien: May  I ask you a few questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Me: Ofcource! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Alien: I have never been to earth before, can you tell me a bit about it? What are some beautiful and interesting places I should visit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Me: Earth is kind of confusing, it is still growing and changing in many ways. You should go to Center Park, its like the biggest park in all of New York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me again: What is your planet like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien: Its big and green, it looks like there's trees all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien again: You humans seem like you're very angry with each-other. I watched people walk  down the street and most people didn't even look at each-other! Why is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: We humans as you call us don't look at each other because we do not all know each other as friends or anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me again: What's it like on your planet when you walk around? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien: Well we all know each other for one thing. If we see someone walking and we pass them, we always end up talking with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien again: Why does your home country go to war with other countries? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Because there are some countries that the president thinks are making nuclear weapons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien: It seems to me that what you call marshmallows are the best thing to eat on your planet. Why do you not eat these every day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: We do not eat marshmallows every day because some of us do not like eating that, and the ones that do like it eat it sometimes because they do not like get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ting fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me again: What do you eat on your planet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien: We drink pee and eat caca every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alien again: It seems to me that you do not treat earth very well. I see people throwing their trash on the ground, cutting down forests, and burning dirty coal to make electricity. Why do humans not care about earth? Is anyone doing anything about it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Some people do care about the earth, but others don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1446571838559456716?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1446571838559456716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1446571838559456716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1446571838559456716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1446571838559456716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/alien-hello-earthling.html' title=''/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/Sxa82mzlWEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwEmuZgVvpU/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-1735295998377981554</id><published>2009-11-30T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:42:23.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier to Destroy</title><content type='html'>A) I think it means that it is quicker to destroy and it's harder to repair. &lt;div&gt;B) I have seen this happen in my school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C) It is important to fight against this because then kids and other people would stop destroying the things that people worked hard to make for them. &lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1343" title="wall scribble" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/wall-scribble-300x225.jpg" alt="wall scribble" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1735295998377981554?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1735295998377981554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1735295998377981554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1735295998377981554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1735295998377981554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/easier-to-destroy.html' title='Easier to Destroy'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8229353172393626115</id><published>2009-11-30T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:31:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ALIEN fromed ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SxQdOckQBvI/AAAAAAAAABc/okTZzLRxpco/s1600/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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SxQdOckQBvI/AAAAAAAAABc/okTZzLRxpco/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409981186402420466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8229353172393626115?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8229353172393626115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8229353172393626115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8229353172393626115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8229353172393626115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/alien-fromed-me.html' title='The ALIEN fromed ME'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SxQdOckQBvI/AAAAAAAAABc/okTZzLRxpco/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-12114163120011741</id><published>2009-11-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:36:56.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sketch Up Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SwGpnkpzRkI/AAAAAAAAABU/undjVHn_QoQ/s1600/AutoSave_jerrilee+tineo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SwGpnkpzRkI/AAAAAAAAABU/undjVHn_QoQ/s320/AutoSave_jerrilee+tineo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404787525140301378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my sketch up work for my animal that I picked witch is  the Bull Frog: &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;------- LOOK OVER HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-12114163120011741?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/12114163120011741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=12114163120011741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/12114163120011741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/12114163120011741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/creative-writing-prompts-5.html' title='My Sketch Up Work'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SwGpnkpzRkI/AAAAAAAAABU/undjVHn_QoQ/s72-c/AutoSave_jerrilee+tineo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7219450659535651445</id><published>2009-11-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:57:04.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Scare's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1305" title="Scary!" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/1390374568_07274a7dc5-300x225.jpg" alt="Scary!" height="225" width="300" /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;1. death&lt;br /&gt;2. my sister&lt;br /&gt;3. the dark(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;4. strangers&lt;br /&gt;5. scary movies(like saw)&lt;br /&gt;6. serial killers&lt;br /&gt;7. planes&lt;br /&gt;8. snakes&lt;br /&gt;9. rats&lt;br /&gt;10. Bratz Doll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7219450659535651445?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7219450659535651445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7219450659535651445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7219450659535651445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7219450659535651445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-scares-me.html' title='What Scare&apos;s Me'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6185338707604682788</id><published>2009-10-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:45:56.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BULLFROG Kidspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/Stdt1wATt9I/AAAAAAAAABM/EDlFKGkweH4/s1600-h/jerrilee+habitat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/Stdt1wATt9I/AAAAAAAAABM/EDlFKGkweH4/s320/jerrilee+habitat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392899848986146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6185338707604682788?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6185338707604682788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6185338707604682788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6185338707604682788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6185338707604682788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-bullfrog-kidspiration.html' title='MY BULLFROG Kidspiration'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/Stdt1wATt9I/AAAAAAAAABM/EDlFKGkweH4/s72-c/jerrilee+habitat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-3918775872096423640</id><published>2009-10-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:20:44.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Stupid Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="photo_container pc_l"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_l"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/angelo-gr/2742402292/" title="Love is like sand... by ‾olǝƃuɐ‾"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg" alt="Love is like sand... by ‾olǝƃuɐ‾" class="pc_img" height="500" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         Red is for blood&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   Sand is for when you fall&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   I don't care if it breaks&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   Its a stupid shape any ways&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   Heart  is for love  but,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   For me is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   Stupid, stupid heart&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;span class="photo_container pc_l"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-3918775872096423640?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3918775872096423640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3918775872096423640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3918775872096423640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3918775872096423640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-stupid-heart.html' title='Stupid, Stupid Heart'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2742402292_c8b10c2355_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-5876024236922038695</id><published>2009-10-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:29:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth Exposed Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Sharks" href="http://techbrarian.com/copyright/PE%204%20-%20Sharks-Techbrarian%20Stream%20Medium.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-1257" title="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 9.07.46 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Screen-shot-2009-09-29-at-9.07.46-AM1-300x267.png" alt="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 9.07.46 AM" height="112" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        A) The environment that is shown on the video is clod and wet. The environment is in the ocean. There are plants in the ocean, but they didn't show them at all. The animals that live there are THE GREAT WHITE and the SEALS.&lt;br /&gt;                                  B)The ocean is different then New York because in the ocean you can see all types of different animals and in New York you can't see any animals at all. For example in the ocean you can see seals,sharks,whales, and so on, but in New York you can't see none of those animals.&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;a title="Watch Shallow Seas" href="http://techbrarian.com/copyright/PE%203%20-%20Shallow%20Seas-Techbrarian%20Stream%20Medium.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-1255" title="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 9.00.50 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Screen-shot-2009-09-29-at-9.00.50-AM-300x209.png" alt="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 9.00.50 AM" height="93" width="135" /&gt; A) The environment that was shown in this video was also wet, but to me it looked slimy. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    B) This ocean is different  because it showed some animals that where  in there like starfish,these little red ball things, and a big starfish. These things are also not in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Watch Birds" href="http://techbrarian.com/copyright/PE%20-%20Birds-Techbrarian%20Stream%20Medium.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-1251" title="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 8.42.40 AM" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Screen-shot-2009-09-29-at-8.42.40-AM-300x286.png" alt="Screen shot 2009-09-29 at 8.42.40 AM" height="121" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A) The environment that was shown in this video are different from the other because they show that the environment is warmer and as lots of trees, plants, and flower&lt;br /&gt;                                  B) The environment is the forest is different from New York because in New York we have the 4 seasons and its always cold, hot, rainy, and cloudy, but in the forest its al way hot and some other things that they have.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C) The environment that I was most interested  was the forest. It was the forest because the video showed lots of different birds that I would like to see. I would like to travel there because I would like to see other animals that live there, but the bad thing is that there are to many insects that I wouldn't want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5876024236922038695?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5876024236922038695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5876024236922038695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5876024236922038695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5876024236922038695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/planet-earth-exposed-part-1.html' title='Planet Earth Exposed Part 1'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1516375352216439685</id><published>2009-09-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:08:57.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly MONKEY</title><content type='html'>UGLY MONKEY SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;U BOTHER AND BOTHER&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS TALKING,&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING AT ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE WE WANT TO SAY,                              &lt;br /&gt;''SHUT UP, STOP LOOKING!''&lt;br /&gt;UGLY MONKEY SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U UGLY MONKEY     &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3403988452_003ab9349f.jpg" alt="Pensive by ideowl." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="404" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1516375352216439685?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1516375352216439685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1516375352216439685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1516375352216439685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1516375352216439685'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1420040430510147764?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1420040430510147764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1420040430510147764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1420040430510147764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1420040430510147764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='I Know What I Did THis SUMMER'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-4745672399126983685</id><published>2009-05-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:19:27.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots PArt 2: The Turning Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Talk with Splotchy" href="http://www.cooldictionary.com/splotchy.mpl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1122" title="typing-robot-thumb" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/typing-robot-thumb.jpg" alt="typing-robot-thumb" height="193" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    The one that I thought took the turning  point was Splotchy. I think this because he was more talkative then the other robot. He was funny and mean at time's, but hay he is just a robot that doesn't really know what's it saying.&lt;br /&gt;            One of the questions that I asked was: Why are you sad?: I asked this question because the robot put a sad face and sad it was depressed. Another question that I asked was: Do you know that your a robot?: I asked this question because i wanted to know if the robot knew that it was a robot.&lt;br /&gt;            I think its hard to make a robot as a turning point because the people that make the robot are trying to very hard on putting something that a human would ask or say back to a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4745672399126983685?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4745672399126983685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4745672399126983685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4745672399126983685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4745672399126983685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/robots-part-2-turning-test.html' title='Robots PArt 2: The Turning Test'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5383450130475499348</id><published>2009-05-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:21:04.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a 3rd World Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Play 3rd World Farmer" href="http://www.itu.dk/people/hermund/3wf/index_content.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1099" title="3rd-world" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/3rd-world-300x153.jpg" alt="3rd-world" height="153" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Life as a 3rd world farmer was really hard. Having kids, and them dieing, and all of those  sicknesses  that go around, also losing money, but life as a 3rd world farmer was all that bad, there where good times, like when you gained alot of money and all of that, good thing happened, like having a good season's of crops.&lt;br /&gt;              My strategy  was to only sell  corn and that gave alot of money, but then I started buying other things. Like pig, chicken, elephant, and cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5383450130475499348?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5383450130475499348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5383450130475499348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5383450130475499348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5383450130475499348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/becoming-3rd-world-farmer.html' title='Becoming a 3rd World Farmer'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7352201954344517189</id><published>2009-05-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:18:51.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakers Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgwaHWvGkMI/AAAAAAAAABE/gJEYYvKlKP0/s1600-h/ice_cream_dunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgwaHWvGkMI/AAAAAAAAABE/gJEYYvKlKP0/s320/ice_cream_dunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335668372191744194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This is the sneaker advertisement that I made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7352201954344517189?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7352201954344517189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7352201954344517189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7352201954344517189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7352201954344517189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sneakers-part-5.html' title='Sneakers Part 5'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgwaHWvGkMI/AAAAAAAAABE/gJEYYvKlKP0/s72-c/ice_cream_dunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-6398415741822043748</id><published>2009-05-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:37:17.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakers Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgR6PBCCE3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/18E7-JIyEwY/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgR6PBCCE3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/18E7-JIyEwY/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333522257107096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like this shoe&lt;br /&gt;cause its blue&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the sky&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;Like the skull in the bottom&lt;br /&gt;no so stop looking&lt;br /&gt;Blue like the ocean at night&lt;br /&gt;I like that color white too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6398415741822043748?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6398415741822043748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6398415741822043748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6398415741822043748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6398415741822043748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sneakers-part-3.html' title='Sneakers Part 3'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgR6PBCCE3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/18E7-JIyEwY/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-770726141719037927</id><published>2009-05-07T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:08:28.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger of Sexting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLb8864TEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z2do25zcCiM/s1600-h/sexting_txt-198x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLb8864TEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z2do25zcCiM/s320/sexting_txt-198x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333066748951809090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/throwupinmymouth_download_desktopmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No. The reason I said no is because I think that's nasty, also because I think thats not respecting yourself, and because I don't want to go to jail. I think that that's not respecting yourself, that is showing that you don't care about yourself, and that you don't care that someone is looking at those pictures that you send that person. I also think thats wrong because you can go to jail like that. I don't want to go to jail and have that record, colleges would look at that and say that your no good for the school. Those are my reasons for saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no.NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-770726141719037927?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/770726141719037927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=770726141719037927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/770726141719037927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/770726141719037927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/danger-of-sexting.html' title='Danger of Sexting'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLb8864TEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z2do25zcCiM/s72-c/sexting_txt-198x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-641845712295295677</id><published>2009-04-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:45:32.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakers Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLX1cDMFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gxeOjkWJ18w/s1600-h/jerrilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLX1cDMFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gxeOjkWJ18w/s320/jerrilee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062221822695042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="file:///Users/teacher/Desktop/jerrilee.jpg" src="file:///Users/teacher/Desktop/jerrilee.jpg" width="818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sneaker for the sneakers part 4. The reason  that  I  made the sneaker this way was because I liked the color and I thought that they would match well together, and they did. I add my drawing of an ice-cream cone, I added this because I wanted the sneaker to have something that was from me, also because i thought that instead  of putting  my name  I put a signiter of the ice-cream cone to be come my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-641845712295295677?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/641845712295295677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=641845712295295677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/641845712295295677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/641845712295295677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneakers-part-4.html' title='Sneakers Part 4'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SgLX1cDMFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gxeOjkWJ18w/s72-c/jerrilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-1889795410847942697</id><published>2009-03-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:35:04.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the The Duck Song</title><content type='html'>When you are home on your computer go to YouTube.com and write The Duck Song. It is really random and stupid. But watch it because its funny, you will be attached to the song. DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.pages.drexel.edu/%7Eela25/Donald-Duck-Pic.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.pages.drexel.edu/%7Eela25/Donald%2520Duck.htm&amp;amp;usg=__JuqqK5MUgW4dmRDQxcm5kb3ampM=&amp;amp;h=302&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=57&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=Z5Wu3qOUlyjOPjy149X3DA&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=rNOaqtO50I40TM:&amp;amp;tbnh=94&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dduck%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=JhzNSeKSDJ_UlQeMxpXiCQ"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:rNOaqtO50I40TM:http://www.pages.drexel.edu/%7Eela25/Donald-Duck-Pic.jpg" height="94" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1889795410847942697?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1889795410847942697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1889795410847942697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1889795410847942697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1889795410847942697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-the-duck-song.html' title='About the The Duck Song'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7487615787076570468</id><published>2009-03-26T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:00:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So the other day it was Parent Teacher Day. I was not nervous because I knew that I would get good grades. The thing is I hate translating for all most every teacher.  You see my parents only speak Spanish and my sister and I are the only ones that speak English. Well I had a really good report card, I got 85 up to 98 in my classes, my average  was 92.8.  I was  happy  with that grade and so was my mother (the  only one that came to the Parent Teacher Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7487615787076570468?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7487615787076570468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7487615787076570468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7487615787076570468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7487615787076570468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/report-cards.html' title='Report Cards'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1463888963440485057</id><published>2009-03-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:49:07.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Week Ever</title><content type='html'>On Saturday  I went to the  Queens Center  Mall . I went with my aunt  and her daughter and son, also with my sister and my mother. I bought a lot f new stuff. I was mad at my mother because she wouldn't buy me a shirt that had twilight on it with Robert Pattinson face on it, I was so mad at her for that. But any ways I got some good news from my mother, my grandparents are coming back to New York on Friday. I am so happy about that news because know I can go to m/y grandparents house. They went to D.R. and now there coming back. That the great week that I had.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       =0 =) =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1463888963440485057?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1463888963440485057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1463888963440485057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1463888963440485057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1463888963440485057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-week-ever.html' title='Great Week Ever'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7149442071660931273</id><published>2009-03-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:49:45.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r146/aaplascencia/rock_hand_in_green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:bpArLnysxsz-3M:http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r146/aaplascencia/rock_hand_in_green.jpg" style="border: 1px solid ; margin: 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" alt="See full size image" height="79" width="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         If you like to listen to rock music then you should listen to some of the songs I like to listen to. Here are the songs I like and what you should listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         1. Bring me to Life&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         2. Going Under&lt;br /&gt;                                 3. My Immortal&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         4. Sweet Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         5. Kiss my eyes and Lay me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         6. Supermassive Black Hole&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         7. Papercute&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         8. Decode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7149442071660931273?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7149442071660931273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7149442071660931273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7149442071660931273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7149442071660931273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-people.html' title='Rock People'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5100558664318835202</id><published>2009-03-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:38:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Talk Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SbqoDwGyGGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0d8BuE6cios/s1600-h/Trash+Talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SbqoDwGyGGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0d8BuE6cios/s320/Trash+Talk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312743492843346018" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3303306436491985050-5100558664318835202?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5100558664318835202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5100558664318835202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5100558664318835202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5100558664318835202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/trash-talk-part-4.html' title='Trash Talk Part 4'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SbqoDwGyGGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0d8BuE6cios/s72-c/Trash+Talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7544879728534752284</id><published>2009-03-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:56:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break-In Boyfriend Story</title><content type='html'>           &lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-923" title="breakin-pic" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/breakin-pic-300x209.jpg" alt="breakin-pic" width="300" height="209" /&gt;     The first choice I picked was C)Just ask her. Her reaction will say it all. Because if you ask her instead of accusing her then it will be handled better. &lt;div&gt;                One thing that people would do that they won't do in person is to break up with someone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Privacy is very important to me. If I did have a myspace then I would never tell anyone about my password, I would only tell my sister. I don't like taking pictures so I guess that no one can see me in pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7544879728534752284?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7544879728534752284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7544879728534752284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7544879728534752284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7544879728534752284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boyfriend-story.html' title='The Break-In Boyfriend Story'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-293399441784531733</id><published>2009-03-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:08:27.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Want to hear something funny, on Monday I came to school. I know it sounds dum, but it was not my fault my mother made me come. I told her to let me stay at home, but she never listens to me. So I came to school to find out that it was closed I had to call my mother and tell her that the school was closed, guess what she told me to go to my godmothers house. She lives about 5 blocks away. I was so mad at my mother that I wanted to punch her. But you no what at the end it was kind of funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-293399441784531733?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/293399441784531733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=293399441784531733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/293399441784531733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/293399441784531733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2182151735344688978</id><published>2009-02-27T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:31:36.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Flickr:Photostory Telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="See the full size picture" href="http://flickr.com/photos/aknacer/3020721198/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-888" title="random-photo-beard" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/random-photo-beard-292x300.jpg" alt="random-photo-beard" height="101" width="99" /&gt;        You think I'm a freak, right? But there's a very good explanation for  this. It all started.....  When I  wanted to  grow a beared. I wanted it to be 60 feet long, my parents thought I was crazy, but you know what it's my facela hair. So I let it grow till I was about 40 year's old. So here I am with a long beared. To stop people from stepping on it when I walk or go to work, I rap it around by body. I know. People keep telling me to cut it of, but I tell them NO WAY. So thats my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2182151735344688978?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2182151735344688978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2182151735344688978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2182151735344688978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2182151735344688978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-flickrphotostory-telling.html' title='Fun with Flickr:Photostory Telling'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-3593800729480584254</id><published>2009-02-27T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:19:50.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Talk Bubbles</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=248827&amp;amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJ1YWRKZXdLeVhwTQ"&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=248827&amp;amp;_title=Talking%20Trash&amp;amp;_z=75&amp;amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJ1YWRKZXdLeVhwTQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=248827&amp;amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJ1YWRKZXdLeVhwTQ" flashvars="_sid=248827&amp;amp;_title=Talking%20Trash&amp;amp;_z=75&amp;amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJ1YWRKZXdLeVhwTQ" 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/3303306436491985050-3593800729480584254?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3593800729480584254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3593800729480584254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3593800729480584254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3593800729480584254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/trash-talk-bubbles.html' title='Trash Talk Bubbles'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1546389166421784338</id><published>2009-02-26T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:22:24.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Talk Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/copyright/Garbage2.mov"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-863" title="garbage-dump" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/garbage-dump-300x225.jpg" alt="garbage-dump" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     A)  GPS is used in landfills to make the trash juice to stop from mixing into water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1546389166421784338?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1546389166421784338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1546389166421784338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1546389166421784338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1546389166421784338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/trash-talk-part-2.html' title='Trash Talk Part 2'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7011315409130187510</id><published>2009-02-13T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:39:25.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamound Final Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/364e5d14-f90e-11dd-bb50-001b210ae39a_7.flv&amp;amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/364e5d14-f90e-11dd-bb50-001b210ae39a_7_0.jpg&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is my final project for blood diamound. This is a video that I made using Xtranormal. It is about why people pay so much for diamounds and where they get these diamounds from.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7011315409130187510?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7011315409130187510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7011315409130187510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7011315409130187510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7011315409130187510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-diamound-final-project.html' title='Blood Diamound Final Project'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8631877428054733903</id><published>2009-02-12T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:02:59.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster Girlfriend Story's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Text Monster- Girlfriend's Story" href="http://techbrarian.com/movies/textmonster-girl.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-830" title="textmonster-blog" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/textmonster-blog.jpg" alt="textmonster-blog" height="210" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             The choose that I picked was C: Just talk t him and find out what's going on. I picked this choose because I think that the girlfriend should not start jumping into conclusion's.  Technology  has helped my friendship because the more I chat to my friend's online the more closer we become. Technology never hurt me because I never text anyone on my cellphone before. I know it sounds weirded, but it's true. The difference between talking to your friends face-to-face and chatting online and texting them is somethings you want to talk about is private and other things you can talk in the open, and sometimes they gossip thing's to each other. I think that the girl that is in this problem should first talk to your boyfriend and try to make time for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8631877428054733903?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8631877428054733903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8631877428054733903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8631877428054733903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8631877428054733903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriend-storys.html' title='Text Monster Girlfriend Story&apos;s'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5119023009451292909</id><published>2009-02-09T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:41:30.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Text Monster" href="http://techbrarian.com/movies/text%20monster.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-795" title="texting" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/texting-300x200.jpg" alt="texting" height="149" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     The choose that I picked was C. Move away and work on a horse ranch. I picked this answer because I do not want someone to stock me by texting me all the time. If I could add a another choose it would have been to dump the girl. I would have add this because you don't went someone texting you 24/7. Never had this happen to me and I am hoping not to. I think that having a boyfriend texting you 24/7 that you would be out of it because if they ask you the same question over and over again is really annoying. I mean dump the person if they are getting on your last nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5119023009451292909?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5119023009451292909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5119023009451292909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5119023009451292909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5119023009451292909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='Text Monster'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8335037169617003066</id><published>2009-02-02T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:39:42.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds Could be Cheap...</title><content type='html'>De Beers make sure that diamonds are not around by buying all of the diamonds from all around the world.  De Beers make us think that diamonds are worth a lot of money and that it looks cool for people to buy. Magazines support De Beer's message by putting pictures of different diamonds on the pages that people read. Advertisements support De Beer's message because they  show diamonds on t.v. commercial . Movies, songs, and  music videos  support De Beer's message by selling diamonds to people that are famous so that they can wear it to there music videos, and they also sell it to people in the movie business. I think that these  famous  people  don't  know what there doing and what  there  supporting, I also think that when people find out about this there going to change there minds about every thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8335037169617003066?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8335037169617003066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8335037169617003066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8335037169617003066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8335037169617003066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamonds-could-be-cheap.html' title='Diamonds Could be Cheap...'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5551838595300211758</id><published>2009-01-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:42:28.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SYNYD4NwIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7WxyO0m5wVo/s1600-h/beyonces-300x252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SYNYD4NwIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7WxyO0m5wVo/s320/beyonces-300x252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297174410370753042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Beyonce thinks that guys never appreciates what a woman does for a man. I don't know if I agree or not because I don't know whats that like. I think that she was trying to say was that woman wold like more attention from there husbands and they want there husbands to appreciate what they do for them in every day life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5551838595300211758?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5551838595300211758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5551838595300211758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5551838595300211758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5551838595300211758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were.html' title='If I were a ...'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SYNYD4NwIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7WxyO0m5wVo/s72-c/beyonces-300x252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-4321269374155252354</id><published>2009-01-26T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:56:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamonds</title><content type='html'>This is all the things I know about Blood Diamonds &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=229815&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqczVrSXk4elp2RQ" /&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=229815&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamond&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqczVrSXk4elp2RQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=229815&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqczVrSXk4elp2RQ" FlashVars="_sid=229815&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamond&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqczVrSXk4elp2RQ" 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/3303306436491985050-4321269374155252354?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4321269374155252354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4321269374155252354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4321269374155252354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4321269374155252354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds.html' title='Blood Diamonds'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-9149960248079072452</id><published>2009-01-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:54:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Part of The Works: Robots" href="http://techbrarian.com/home/?p=1114" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1116" title="terminator4" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/terminator4-300x225.jpg" alt="terminator4" height="149" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            The difference about humanoids and androids is that the humanoids have no facial expiration. If they wanted to smile they can, but you can't really know if there are. The androids are different because you can tell there emotion by there face. You can tell if there sad, mad, or even happy.&lt;br /&gt;                           The uncanny valley is when an robot looks to close to a human. If they look to close to an human then in the graph they drop down to the uncanny valley.&lt;br /&gt;                           One thing that the robots would never posses is having kids. They can have a job, but it would be hard for them. They can't also posses is how humans feel on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-9149960248079072452?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/9149960248079072452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=9149960248079072452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9149960248079072452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9149960248079072452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/robots-part-1.html' title='Robots Part 1'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-46500291887144116</id><published>2009-01-16T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:38:09.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inauguration Speech</title><content type='html'>This is my video of Barack Obama speaking about the three things he wants less of and the three things he wants more of. I made this in XtraNormal.com.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2dd4c8de-e30c-11dd-b0a3-001b210ae39a_4.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/2dd4c8de-e30c-11dd-b0a3-001b210ae39a_4_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/3303306436491985050-46500291887144116?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/46500291887144116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=46500291887144116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/46500291887144116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/46500291887144116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-inauguration-speech.html' title='My Inauguration Speech'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5200379442307359017</id><published>2009-01-15T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:53:41.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Watch Instruction Manual for Life" href="http://www.techbrarian.com/movies/instruction_manual_med.mov" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-690" title="instruction_manual" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/instruction_manual-300x167.jpg" alt="instruction_manual" height="167" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The video is about a boy and the problems that he has because of this cupboard. The problem was that he saw different types of cupboards and that he told his parents that they did it wrong so then he changed his cupboard and his parents punished him.&lt;br /&gt;            I agree with the massage because people should go there own ways and not go by a book. I f you want to do something different then do it, don't go and ask someone what you should do just go a head and do it. Thats way I agree with the massage that this person has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5200379442307359017?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5200379442307359017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5200379442307359017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5200379442307359017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5200379442307359017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instruction-manual-for-life.html' title='Instruction Manual for Life'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8590117243324824622</id><published>2009-01-08T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:43:17.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Decoding Part 1n2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           PART 1:One day I had a dream a weired  dream. I was walking  inside my school and then my friend was there. She came up to me and she showed me a toy. It looked like a little dog. Then all of a sudden I was at my house. Another friend of mine was there. Then I couldn't finish the dream because my mother had waken me up. I want to school that day and I told my friend my weired dream. She told me that she did buy that toy that I dreamed about. We both looked at each other weirdly because that was weired that I dreamed that.&lt;br /&gt;            PART 2: This is what my dream means: &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To see friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to incorporate and acknowledge these rejected aspects of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.�&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To see your friends, saddened and troubled, in your dream, signifies sickness and distress upon them.&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt; To see your childhood friend in your dream, signifies regression into your past where you had no responsibilities and things were much simpler and carefree. You may be wanting to escape the the pressures and stresses of adulthood. Consider the relationship you had with this friend and the lessons that were learned. Alternatively, the childhood friend may be suggesting that you have been acting in a childish manner and you need to start acting like an adult.&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8590117243324824622?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8590117243324824622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8590117243324824622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8590117243324824622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8590117243324824622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-decoding-part-1n2.html' title='Dream Decoding Part 1n2'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6433943741300502987</id><published>2008-12-15T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:48:32.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Concoction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.techbrarian.com/images/green_drink.jpg" alt="" height="195" width="130" /&gt;If I had to pick three types of food to pick together it would have to be raw eggs, raw meet, and chocolate. I would give it to my sister when she sends me to go get her ice tea. If this was for real I would laugh all day at her, for seeing her face. One day when I was little I ate crackers with banana. To me it tasted really good, my sister thought it tasted nasty, but it didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6433943741300502987?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6433943741300502987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6433943741300502987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6433943741300502987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6433943741300502987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty Concoction'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-6704840462846355560</id><published>2008-12-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:01:51.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41t8tylXY1L._SL500_.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=https://www.betterworld.com/Twilight-Twilight-Book-1-id-0316160172.aspx&amp;amp;usg=__QosZre-1BD7ki6aJrlOXgNhq1l4=&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=331&amp;amp;sz=25&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=etzbrhsiwTR6ZM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=86&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DTwilight%2Bbook%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:etzbrhsiwTR6ZM:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41t8tylXY1L._SL500_.jpg" height="130" width="86" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         I have finished the book Twilight. The book is really good. It is romantic, happy,sad. the part that i like the best is the part when they where at the meadow and they kissed for the first time. I thought that the boy in the book will never ever would have done that. They make the cutest couple. I am waiting for the next book called New Moon. The person that has it is taking for ever to finfsh it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-6704840462846355560?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6704840462846355560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=6704840462846355560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6704840462846355560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/6704840462846355560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-book.html' title='Twilight Book'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-9209530495827662437</id><published>2008-12-05T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:36:46.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-507" title="handshake" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/supportourmilitary.gif" alt="" height="124" width="150" /&gt; Dog abuse is when you are making your dogs fight with other dogs to win money. Dog abuse is also when you are hitting your dog for doing something wrong.  We can stop dog abuse by 1. I if you see one call a police 2. Talk to the people that you know are doing this 3. Talk to people about it, to help send the message out. That is how we can stop dog abuse. I think that dog abuse is really mad because your harding something you love witch is your dog. Do you kow that saying where they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A DOG IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; A MAN'S BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           **EXTRA CREDIT** &lt;br /&gt;                          This is my POEM&lt;br /&gt;                                      Dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                      Out on the yard digging&lt;br /&gt;                                      Going with you to different places&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-9209530495827662437?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/9209530495827662437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=9209530495827662437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9209530495827662437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9209530495827662437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-abuse.html' title='Dog Abuse'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8531515512868642556</id><published>2008-12-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:31:06.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jtineo's Drama Story</title><content type='html'>This is the movie for my ELA story that I wrote about a two girls that get into a fight. Not that type of fight, a talking fight.      &lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/21bf8e20-bfb8-11dd-9c25-001b210acd5f_12.flv&amp;amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/21bf8e20-bfb8-11dd-9c25-001b210acd5f_12_0.jpg&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;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/3303306436491985050-8531515512868642556?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8531515512868642556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8531515512868642556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8531515512868642556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8531515512868642556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/jtineos-drama-story.html' title='Jtineo&apos;s Drama Story'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8603716387633293723</id><published>2008-11-26T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:52:06.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>          These are 10 things about me: &lt;div&gt;                    1. I have a twin sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    2. I like to eat pizza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    3. I like to spent time with my 3 baby cousins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    4. I am 12 years old(my sister two) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    5. I hate turkey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    6. I am really nice to people file:///Users/teacher/Desktop/jtineo-me1.jpg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    7. I hate when someone calls me my sisters name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    8. I love to eat coffee ice-cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    9. I hate all types of cheeses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    10. I have a D.S., P.S.P(I always leave it at home)       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8603716387633293723?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8603716387633293723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8603716387633293723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8603716387633293723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8603716387633293723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 Things About Me'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-2475616453740118102</id><published>2008-11-26T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:03:47.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing his friends to WEED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.techbrarian.com/docs/weed.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-573" title="splif" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/splif-300x201.jpg" alt="" height="201" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 What I think about Jamel decision is that he made the right one because smoking weed is really bad for you and your health. The reason why it was so heard for Jamel to decide was because the kids that where smoking the weed where his friends and he didn't want to lose the friendship they all had. I think that your health comes first then friends because its your decision if you want to live for a lond time or die a young person. This is my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-2475616453740118102?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2475616453740118102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=2475616453740118102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2475616453740118102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/2475616453740118102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/losing-his-friends-to-weed.html' title='Losing his friends to WEED'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1414514723787264467</id><published>2008-11-24T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:54:37.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thief in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.techbrarian.com/music/The%20Thief%20In%20The%20Night.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-482" title="1026955312_95868e7adc" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/1026955312_95868e7adc-300x251.jpg" alt="" height="251" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               This is the last moment of my life and I am with my grandkids  and my own kids.  I am happy that I am ding happy and excited. We are at the park and the kids are playing and I am smelling flowers. My own kids look worried, they know that the time is here to take me away from them. It is a natural thing to die, you don't need to be a frade of it just go with it. We go back to my house and I am feeling bad, I go to my bed and sleep. I don't wake up, my kids are trying, but they should stop I have left the land and into heaven.  I am greatful for my life and I have past. So long, fare well.( This is just a story nothing true or anything.) =)=0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1414514723787264467?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1414514723787264467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1414514723787264467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1414514723787264467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1414514723787264467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-in-night.html' title='The Thief in the Night'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-9094222933191102441</id><published>2008-11-21T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:37:34.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wes. 19th there was parent teacher confrinse. I was nervouse because I thought I was going to get mad grades. But it turns out that I past all of my classes. I was happy because that meant that I was doing really good in school. I saw alot of my friends and some other kids that I know. I was really glad when my ELA teacher said that she wishes that all of the kids where like me and my sister. I think that sometimes I am to nice and quite at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-9094222933191102441?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/9094222933191102441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=9094222933191102441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9094222933191102441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/9094222933191102441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-1823986734570465171</id><published>2008-11-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:30:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer's Remorse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-460" title="monopoly" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/monopoly-300x225.jpg" alt="" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The most expansive thing I bought was probably the PSP. I bought it because I thought I was going to play games, but I only have 2 games to play with. It sometimes gets boring playing the same game every day. I regret buying it, but then again when I go to D.R. I have fun playing those games. Sometimes I want to take it to school, but then I think that someone is going to steal it, so I don't bring it plus my parents will tall me not to bring it. Also my mother wanted me to buy it because my sister had one and it broke.&lt;br /&gt;                   I  think  what they should do is stop  building builds. Thats whats making the economy low. There are so much buildings in New York so why build more.   &lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1823986734570465171?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1823986734570465171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1823986734570465171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1823986734570465171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1823986734570465171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/buyers-remorse.html' title='Buyer&apos;s Remorse'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-816913139248319876</id><published>2008-11-20T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:10:29.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Transformed</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-333" title="metamorphosis" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/metamorphosis-242x300.jpg" alt="" height="202" width="163" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ow a dragon fly bit me. I go to my house and go to sleep. I wake up, I feel something in my bake and I go to the bathroom to see what it was. AAA I saw wings in back of me. I said,"How did this get here!" I was nervous and I couldn't hide them the only thing to do was to never leave my house. That was the only solution that I came up with. Then the next morning I woke up and found that the wings weren't there. I was so happy now I can leave the house and go to work. Then I begin  to run and that was the worse  thing I could have done.  I begin to  fly. Everyone was looking at me and I was feeling even more nervous. I was nervous because I thought I was going to fell. ON TILL NEXT TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-816913139248319876?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/816913139248319876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=816913139248319876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/816913139248319876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/816913139248319876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-transformed.html' title='You are Transformed'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7429898703027084147</id><published>2008-11-17T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:55:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourownbackyard.org/education.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-368" title="stolen" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/stolen-300x223.jpg" alt="" height="223" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing that make kids like Joseanna drop out of school is that she has to work in a farm to help her family with money. She has to  go to school and then leave early to go work at the farm. I think that she did good by going back and finishing her high school year. The MET program helps students stay in school then working in a farm is by giving them money to come to school. They also help them try to graduate. They also pay them miniwage to go to school and study. I think that MET is a great program because they really care about the kids that go and study at there school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7429898703027084147?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7429898703027084147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7429898703027084147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7429898703027084147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7429898703027084147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/child-labor-part-2.html' title='Child Labor Part 2'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-8511218190814874996</id><published>2008-11-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:38:41.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama WINS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/thankyou_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-441" title="thankyou_banner" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/thankyou_banner-300x110.jpg" alt="" height="110" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yes this means alot to me that Obama win because we just made history. He is the first African American to become president. I hope that he compleats  all that he said aboout the low texts  and that he wants for everyone to have health inshorins. I hope that he does creat thing to New York as a president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-8511218190814874996?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8511218190814874996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=8511218190814874996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8511218190814874996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/8511218190814874996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-wins.html' title='Obama WINS!!!!!'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7624972678950899042</id><published>2008-11-14T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:41:58.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/see-no-evil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-430" title="see-no-evil1" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/see-no-evil1-300x300.jpg" alt="" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had to lose one of my senses it would have to be hearing. I would lose this sense because then I don't have to listen to my sister talking to me.Also because then I don't need to hear my parents yelling my name to pick up something or to make me do something. I think  losing  this sense  is  really bad because you think I am making fun of people that can't hear. But ti is not that reason that I pick this sense to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7624972678950899042?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7624972678950899042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7624972678950899042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7624972678950899042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7624972678950899042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-senses.html' title='The 5 Senses'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-7502681256685266650</id><published>2008-11-14T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:32:03.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></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=445065"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toondoo.com//public/j/t/i/jtineo188/toons/cool-cartoon-445065.png" border="0" alt="\THE KIDS\" title="\THE KIDS\" 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/3303306436491985050-7502681256685266650?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7502681256685266650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7502681256685266650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7502681256685266650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7502681256685266650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids.html' title=''/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-4233425709890512559</id><published>2008-11-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:55:44.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA Story   ( Friendship)</title><content type='html'>Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Darcy is singing at her concert. She is feeling really happy, but then she looked down at the crowd and saw her tow best friends Liz and Mike. Then she thought&lt;br /&gt;          “Oh no they might recognize me.”&lt;br /&gt;            She went back stage to her room. Her father was there.&lt;br /&gt;          “Dad they came again.” Darcy said.&lt;br /&gt;          “Darcy they don’t now it’s you, so come down.” Said Darcy’s father.&lt;br /&gt;            Darcy and her father went home&lt;br /&gt;       The next day came and she was tired. She met up with Liz and Mike at school. Liz and Mike kept talking about the concert.&lt;br /&gt;            “That was the best concert I ever bin to.” Said Liz.&lt;br /&gt;            “She is so pretty.” Said Mike.&lt;br /&gt;              Darcy know better not to tell them that that was her. She can’t because she                             knows that they will tall everyone at school. That night she had to go to another concert. Again she saw Liz and Mike they were singing along with the words. She went back stage. She told her father that she wanted to tall them.      &lt;br /&gt;              “ Just be careful, ok sweet hart.” Said Darcy’s father.&lt;br /&gt;                 The next morning at school she saw Liz and Mike. She tock them aside and started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;              “I am Stellar Luna.” Darcy said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;               They both stared to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;              “Are you serious, girl?” they both asked.&lt;br /&gt;              “Yes.” answered Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;                They started asking questions and talking about it and she said to them.&lt;br /&gt;                “No on can know, no one.” Darcy said with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;                 They both agreed on telling know one.&lt;br /&gt;          Darcy went to Liz’s house. When she got there she saw that Liz was talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;             “How are you talking to?” asked Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;             “No one just… my father.” answered Liz with her face looking suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;              The next day Darcy went to school. When she walked through the door every one came running to her. They were all asking for autograph.&lt;br /&gt;             “Write your name on my face!” some boys and girls said.&lt;br /&gt;             “Who told you about that?” asked Darcy to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;             “Liz, Liz!” they yelled.&lt;br /&gt;              Darcy we so mad that her face turned red. It turned so red that her face looked like a cherry. She marched up to Liz and “Slap” she spaced her in the face so hard her face was red two.&lt;br /&gt;               “You, know I shouldn’t trust you…you trader!” yelled Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;    “Well I am not your friend and here’s the friendship bracelet you gave me.” said Liz.&lt;br /&gt;         They both walked away, bit Liz walked away crying. Darcy felt good that she slapped Liz because she disserved it. For what she did to Darcy.  &lt;br /&gt;      Two month past and they still weren’t friends. One day they boomed into each other. They looked at each other with discos. Then they began to argue.&lt;br /&gt;            “Hi trader,” said Darcy,” did you ruin anyone’s else life?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Be quite and go sing your ugly songs you made.” Said Liz.&lt;br /&gt;              Since that day Liz told everyone Darcy’s secret, Darcy had to get a tooter. That day that Darcy and Liz saw each other Darcy had a concert. When Darcy came back from the concert, she saw her 9-year-old brother in her room. She was mad, because he through every thing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;                   “Get out of my room!” Darcy yelled.&lt;br /&gt;                   “Ok, ok, but please don’t tell mom.” he begged.&lt;br /&gt;                    She agreed on not to tell her mother. She went down stairs where she found her parents arguing.&lt;br /&gt;                    “I am tired of this!” yelled Darcy’s mother.&lt;br /&gt;                    “I am sorry, please forgive me.”  begged Darcy’s father.&lt;br /&gt;                    “Not this time.” Said Darcy’s mother with her face serous.&lt;br /&gt;                      She ran up stairs. She started putting everything in place where they were. Her brother came in and started to help. Darcy let him help because he was the one that started the mess.&lt;br /&gt;        The next morning Darcy’s father was down stairs. She sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;                     “Sweet hart, I know your keeping something from me.” Darcy’s father said.&lt;br /&gt;                       Darcy did not tell her father about Liz telling everyone her secret. So she decided to tell him everything.&lt;br /&gt;                     “I knew it, you just couldn’t trust that girl,” he said,” Why, why?”&lt;br /&gt;                       Darcy asked her father about the fight him and her mother had the other day. All he said was that it was nothing. But Darcy knew he was lying, it was something else. She wanted to ask again, but she knew it will be the same answer. Again Darcy and Liz boomed into each other, but this time they got in a fight. Some people came and started cheering. Both girls told there parents what happened.&lt;br /&gt;                        “Can you please bring Liz here tomorrow and can you come two?” asked Darcy’s father silently.&lt;br /&gt;                        “Shore we need to talk to them both.” said Liz’s mother.&lt;br /&gt;                         It was a sunny Saturday. Darcy’s dad started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;                         “Darcy, Liz is coming and your mother and I are going to talk to you both.” Darcy’s father said.&lt;br /&gt;                         “What, are you crazy dad!” yelled Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;                          Then there was a nock at the door. Darcy’s dad went to open the door and everyone saw Liz and her parents. They all came in.&lt;br /&gt;                          “Look you two it’s bin so long since what happened, I think it’s time to stop.” Said Liz’s father.&lt;br /&gt;                           “No way, she said some mean things to me.” Said Liz.&lt;br /&gt;                           “ You said so mean thing two.” Said Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;                            The parents started to yell at Darcy and Liz. Darcy and Liz started to laugh and make jokes about there parents.&lt;br /&gt;                            “You see, you both are laughing together.” Darcy’s dad said.&lt;br /&gt;                             “Ok, I guess we can still be friend right.” Said Liz.&lt;br /&gt;                             “Ok, best friends again.” Darcy said.&lt;br /&gt;                             They went into Darcy’s room and started talking, laughing, doing there nails, and watching T.V. Finally they became friends and stopped fighting. I think everything worked out all right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4233425709890512559?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4233425709890512559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4233425709890512559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4233425709890512559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4233425709890512559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/ela-story-friendship.html' title='ELA Story   ( Friendship)'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-3171425902798061826</id><published>2008-11-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:33:35.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>STOP CHILD LABOR POSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SRhKlu3U70I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YcBwwgWdSwo/s1600-h/Child-Labar-jerrilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKHDU69wgrU/SRhKlu3U70I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YcBwwgWdSwo/s320/Child-Labar-jerrilee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267041776305499970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the poster I made to help stop child labor stop. For kids can stop working in farms. If you pass by this poster please help them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-3171425902798061826?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3171425902798061826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3171425902798061826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3171425902798061826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3171425902798061826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-child-labor-poster.html' title='STOP CHILD LABOR POSTER'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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/_OKHDU69wgrU/SRhKlu3U70I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YcBwwgWdSwo/s72-c/Child-Labar-jerrilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-4630336293916210881</id><published>2008-10-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:35:59.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rebba/284538714/" title="happy halloween:) by _rebekka"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/284538714_11dd33ab1b_m.jpg" alt="happy halloween:) by _rebekka" class="pc_img" height="166" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Its Halloween and I am not going trick or treating. I don't even have a costume. The reason I am not going is because of my mother. She does not like to for me or my sister go out to trike or treat, not even going with her. The other reason is because I am going to Old Navy with my mother I love that store so much. Almost on of my clothe is from there. Every one at school is going trick or treating with there parents, even my 8 year old god sister is going with her mother today. I asked my mother if I could go with them and guess what she said"NO" I was so mad because she is always keeping me and my sister i the house and that gets so boring. Well at leasttomorrow I get to see my new baby cousin.   &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-4630336293916210881?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4630336293916210881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=4630336293916210881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4630336293916210881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/4630336293916210881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/284538714_11dd33ab1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-1683514059677790226</id><published>2008-10-31T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:16:39.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stolin computer/A Storie about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 93px; height: 124px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-394" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/you-suck.jpg" alt="" /&gt;               I think that sealing a computer form school is a bad thing, but here are some reasons why someone would seal one reason 1.)They were mad at the teacher because they didn't do nothing and the teacher started yelling at the person. Reason 2.) Because they don't have a computer at there home. The third and final reason 3.) Because they wanted to get it for a friend that asked them to get it for them.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why stealing a computer is wrong is because 1.) Because you can get in trouble with the school bored.2.) Because you can probably go to jail. 3.) Because you can get your friend and yourself in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             One morning I went to the park to see my best friend. ''Hi," I said to her,"What is wrong?" She replied," I am so bored at home with no computer and something to play on," she said to me, " Hay I have an idea." " What is it?" I asked her. " You have computers in your school right," " Yes we do, where are you going with this?" I said. "Well you can steal one, for me please, please, please." she begged me. I was think for a while and I thought, I will get in trouble if I seal one, but also I hate that computer teacher of ours. So at the end I decided that I will steal it. When we had computers for last period I was kind of nervous and happy. When it was time to go the teacher was getting coffee. Right there I took the computer fast and put it in my book bag. I ran to me friends house and left it there. I told her that I felt bad even though I hated my teacher. For the hole night I couldn't sleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/span&gt;. HAPPY HALLOWEEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-1683514059677790226?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1683514059677790226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=1683514059677790226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1683514059677790226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/1683514059677790226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolin-computera-storie-about-it.html' title='The stolin computer/A Storie about it'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-3855786138251642836</id><published>2008-10-17T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:34:13.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/2792238793_97664b56e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-256" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/2792238793_97664b56e3-300x218.jpg" alt="" height="218" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my house, I just came form working. I am so tired, and the money that I make is not even enough. I work 12 hours a day and get payed 2 dollars an hour. Where I work there are children, such as me. We pick up fruits and veges. I work in a farm. Another day. I walk to the farm, I start picking strawberry's.  I the sun  hits  me  and I am really hot. 12 hours puss and I get payed again. I got home and give the money to my parents. My knees and back hurt so much by standing up and going back to the ground to pick up the strawberry's. I think that this live is really hard for me. I also think that this is really bad for my heath because they put poison on the dirt to keep the rats and insects away form the food. Well that is it see you when I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-3855786138251642836?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3855786138251642836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3855786138251642836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3855786138251642836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3855786138251642836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dairy.html' title='My Dairy'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-5278268464199458824</id><published>2008-09-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:35:09.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/25/fashion/25tattoo.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=style&amp;amp;oref=slogin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-273" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/jenny.jpg" alt="" height="282" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         If one day I want to get a tattoo, I would probably get my child's name on my arm. I think that tattoos are nice because you can get inspired by them ( if yo u where an artist). I also think that there nice because some of the picture that they show you to pick are really cool and pretty.  I will also like to have a tattoo of a rose. One day I will not get a tattoo. I will not get a tattoo because some times it can mark you for ever. Like if you have a boyfriend and you both really love each other and you both get a tattoo that will be nice, but if you break up then you need to live with that boyfriend name for live. Back to the article  now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-5278268464199458824?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5278268464199458824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=5278268464199458824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5278268464199458824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/5278268464199458824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-3095696614616775391</id><published>2008-09-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:05:30.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On Friday I went to my cousin's ( Chastity ) house. We went online to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Disney.go.com,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; then we clicked on fairies. The games that they are really fun. Then it got boring. The day went by really slow. Her father came home and tock the laptop. Then we went to go see some Spanish soap  operas.                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/stuckincustoms/459418289/" title="The Magic of Disney by Stuck in Customs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/459418289_12b3f3ffaa_m.jpg" alt="The Magic of Disney by Stuck in Customs" class="pc_img" height="236" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E2F92806-86A3-4560-A165-D2DE6F0679E8/504370879.jpg" alt="504370879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-3095696614616775391?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3095696614616775391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=3095696614616775391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3095696614616775391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/3095696614616775391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-friday-i-went-to-my-cousins-chastity.html' title=''/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/459418289_12b3f3ffaa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7029167115839897256</id><published>2008-09-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:03:28.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>The damage that the strong wind caused was the city and the towns of Texas. The water damaged alot of houses also. And the water also rouse up to 13 feet high. Some people leave the city and there towns, and some people stayed. I thought, "How dum because if you stay you might die." Some people packed there bags and went to homeless shelters. The people that where not prepared probably died in the water or they stayed alive. If they did live then they are lucky because they get to live longer.                               &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://05738F0D-DF44-4619-915A-3768D2140A3D/080912_ike_horz.jpg" alt="080912_ike_horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.timeinc.net/TFK/media/news/2008b/080912_ike_horz.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7029167115839897256?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7029167115839897256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7029167115839897256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7029167115839897256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7029167115839897256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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-3303306436491985050.post-336065123304448791</id><published>2008-09-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:49:06.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did Sat. and Sun.</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I went to my aunts house. I went to her house because I had to help her paint my cousins new brother and my cousins room. The color of the room is blue and purple. The blue color is for the baby and the purple is for my cousin Chastity. It looks easy to paint a room, but really it's not. My arm was sour the next day. My godmother, god sister, and grandmother, my father, mother, and sister came to help to. When we where finished we went on my cousins loptap. We went to Club Penguin. That website is so fun to play, but you can only make an account. If you went to buy clothe and a pet you need to pay every month. I don't have that. On Sunday I did my hair and my cousin and my aunt came to my house. I read my book called Ella Enchanted and did my math homework.                &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/purplehouseonpearl/699563502/" title="The paint is done - Day 135 by Purple House on Pearl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/699563502_3ef224f521_m.jpg" alt="The paint is done - Day 135 by Purple House on Pearl" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/purplehouseonpearl/699563502/" title="The paint is done - Day 135 by Purple House on Pearl"&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/clintjcl/2589824031/" title="20071011 - The painting downstairs is done! - 140-4014 - purple cabinet and desk by ClintJCL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2589824031_f96ccc3d47_m.jpg" alt="20071011 - The painting downstairs is done! - 140-4014 - purple cabinet and desk by ClintJCL" class="pc_img" height="240" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/clintjcl/2589824031/" title="20071011 - The painting downstairs is done! - 140-4014 - purple cabinet and desk by ClintJCL"&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/25844002@N02/2610884279/" title="Ella-Enchanted-2 by uglypeaches"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/2610884279_13d768446f_m.jpg" alt="Ella-Enchanted-2 by uglypeaches" class="pc_img" height="240" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-336065123304448791?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/336065123304448791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=336065123304448791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/336065123304448791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/336065123304448791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-did-sat-and-sun.html' title='What I did Sat. and Sun.'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/699563502_3ef224f521_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7200221278017678571</id><published>2008-09-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:08:00.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My talent is singing. I like sing when I am at home with my sister(Jerrine) and sometimes with my cousins. I like to sing Spanish songs and English songs. One of the songs that I like to sing is RBD-Feugo,Money money, salve me, Rebled. The English songs that I like to sing is Rahanna- Disturba, The Veronicas-Untouched and hook me up, also The Jonas Brothers-Burn up,also Camp Rocks songs all of them. I think that this talent will help me alot in the future. If this talent can up to others then it will help me more in the future, but I don't like to sing in front of people so I am sorry you will  not see me sing in a video never&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="photo_container pc_m"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rbdfan/2548784969/" title="rbd wallpaper by joshua120494"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/2548784969_e9e6698487_m.jpg" alt="rbd wallpaper by joshua120494" class="pc_img" height="108" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3303306436491985050-7200221278017678571?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7200221278017678571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7200221278017678571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7200221278017678571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7200221278017678571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-talent-is-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/2548784969_e9e6698487_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303306436491985050.post-7210055486037508950</id><published>2008-09-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:09:40.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=df5m6gkw_0tfnz5w7f' 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/3303306436491985050-7210055486037508950?l=jtineo2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7210055486037508950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3303306436491985050&amp;postID=7210055486037508950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7210055486037508950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3303306436491985050/posts/default/7210055486037508950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtineo2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>jtineo188@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05843221240797283601</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></feed>
