<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:44:18.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MartinH@steds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-3087482562383067142</id><published>2010-06-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:54:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Angelo Cusano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-first thing in grade seven you have to do is catch Mr.Dotto when he makes a mistake, he might let you "punish" him, Tyler got to send him out for around 3 minutes;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;- If you are going to joke around, get a good rep first so he won't too mad at him if yah know what I mean ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;- always listen, if you zone out Mr.D could randomly pick you (I try to look spaced out so he would pick me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-Don't do ANYTHING DUMB!! You will lose your laptop, I got banned for 2 weeks from someone that isn't Mr.D-You HAVE to be good to EVERY teacher, they talk as soon as your in grade seven, thats how I got banned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;- If he jokes in Religion tell him and he smacks himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;- If his head is down he is getting mad- talk about things he likes (food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&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:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Stuff Happening in Grade Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Grade Seven is a very relaxed year in school, like this is the reward for being taught by Mrs.Surian.  But the real challenge is staying awake during the classes by Mr.Dotto.  We usually play the homework grand prix, it is really fun because we might land on a square called free dessert. We also get to visit alot of places, like mahon park if we missed some gym classes.  Luckily we didn't have to do salsa this year during gym but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&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:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Stuff that happened in Grade Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;This year was hilarious and memorable like during the flea market I was the great Martini and everyone was dying of laughter.  During the Roman Senate Arash was the most "verbal" of the senators but in the end Pedraum won the senate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&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:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Just remember dudes and dudettes Don't tick off Mr.Dotto and be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-3087482562383067142?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/3087482562383067142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2010/06/grade-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/3087482562383067142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/3087482562383067142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2010/06/grade-seven.html' title='Grade Seven'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-2167081330771386345</id><published>2009-12-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:20:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit Circles 4+5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What happened in this chapter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In this chapter, David and Liz wake up to find the house filled up with water!!! It seems absurd but it happened. When Liz woke up due to her uneasy sleep, she did not know what time it is so she tried to get her flash light. When she swung her feet of the bed, her foot was submerged until her calf. She let out a scream that woke up David. He came down with his flashlight already on, the weird thing is that the first thing that came to his mind was to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;save the television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Personally I would worry about what my parents would say and myself. After they saved the T.V., Liz then remembered her new shoes. She tried to retrieve them and she did, but then David saved countless things. As soon as they finished retrieving their possessions, they saw their window slowly filling up like an aquarium would. Then in seconds the window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imploded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, David and Liz were getting tossed around like rag-dolls. Liz was was submerged longer because David helped to get her out of the water. When she was out of the water,she saw David and on his arm was a six inch gash on his arm! The water helped prevent David from feeling pain, the water was freezing. When they  were on the second floor they found Suzie fast asleep, Liz thought to her self "There is bliss in ignorance" she quoted her "Nana". David woke her up, she woke up with a look of horror on  her face. She started to bawl on Liz's shoulder, but in the she calmed down enough to help out Liz and David. They all created a platform on the half finished ceiling, they all climbed up to the platform. But as Liz was on her way to the platform, she broke open a window "we all need some fresh air". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-2167081330771386345?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/2167081330771386345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/12/lit-circles-45.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/2167081330771386345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/2167081330771386345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/12/lit-circles-45.html' title='Lit Circles 4+5'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-29430892551443321</id><published>2009-11-22T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:03:55.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmartin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:9.0in 11.0in; 	margin:2.5in 1.5in 2.5in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:35.3pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.3pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where I come from, there’s only 1 tribe, the apples. But ever since we appointed a new chief (midnight) our tribe started to swing in another direction. Midnight wanted to expand our horizons, he wanted more land, more everything, especially power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to one day send out a team of 3 members of the Apple clan, Ocean, Lemon, and his best friend, Piano. After many many long days they came back. What they brought back with them apart from there food and clothes was information, And It was surprising. They told about how they crossed the great flow (a river), to not disappoint Mid-night. Across the great flow was ANOTHER TRIBE! They called themselves the oranges; they also said how they spoke a different "speak" or language. After many long hours of watching them. They deciphered that they spoke opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another day. Mid-night decided to send another scout group. It consisted of 3 members of the Apple clan again. It was me, Darkness, my friend, Gold, and her sister, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt;. After a night of rest, we set off for our perilous journey, with the knowledge of their speak so that we may interact. If the God smiles down upon us, we might find a trade partner. We crossed the great flow and to our surprise we found the oranges. As soon as they spotted us, they assumed a very serious expression. Thinking we did wrong we all greeted with their way of saying hello, we said “good-bye”. One of them put on a smile. But it quickly faded away. I turned toward my team-mates we all said at the same time “fire truck” which meant “what did we do?” We all assumed that they were very serious. Something the first scout group left out of their report. We tried to assume their same expression, but due to our nature as apples it was quite hard, mainly because we were just so cheerful. After associating with them, they found out a way to better communicate with us. We played a game. It was different compared to ours because they played with playing cards, not with dice. They seemed to love winning. So that ended our day at the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. We made our way back to camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back at camp, we told Mid-night of our trip. He seemed content of our report. The &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; seemed nice, although they were serious. As a new day was born Mid-night decided to send a third scout group. It was a good idea, mainly because now the third group can fully interact with the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. As they left, a pleasant surprise came upon us; a group of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; came to our village, they actually learned to speak like us. So I started to talk to them, they even knew how to play our games. Mid-night seemed extremely pleased during the whole interaction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, after many months, we got a new trading partner, the oranges, Mid-night was extremely pleased with all of us, especially the scouts (that was me). So now Mid-night is a name that will go down in history, because he was the first person to ever establish a firm trading bond. Also the scout’s names will go down in history, because we all discovered the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oranges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. With that bringing my story to an end, remember to always expand your horizons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-29430892551443321?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/29430892551443321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/11/apples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/29430892551443321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/29430892551443321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/11/apples.html' title='Apples'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-5644835579510372437</id><published>2009-10-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:10:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Cup of Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/St9-eZqfuaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOlZgtM062Q/s1600-h/Photo+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/St9-eZqfuaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOlZgtM062Q/s320/Photo+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395169939363445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Today me and my digging team( Marvin Petalver, Jessica Quibuyen, Kristina Clyde ) the Lost Cup of Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;! When we went to Rome looking for the Book of the Dead, we found the Lost Cup of Mars. We were digging in the heart of Rome, we had excavated at least a quarter of a mile down. We started to think of giving up but then Marvin shouted something incoherent but he sounded excited, we rushed towards him hoping that he had found the Book of the Dead.Sadly we did not find the Book of the Dead, but we found the "lost" Cup of Mars. We had a heated debate on whether Marvin should keep it, give it to a museum, or let Rome keep it. We decided to let Marvin keep it. We thought he deserved it. I would not like to say why because it might consume more time than you would think. So the next week when we took our flight back to North Vancouver B.C, we went to Marvin's house to celebrate our discovery. After a nearly full day of partying we each went back to our own houses to get a full night of rest ( darn jet-lag). In the end Marvin decided to keep the artifact only to sell it to the largest most amazing museum on the world. Now Marvin is 45 million dollars richer. Smart thinking Marvin, smart thinking.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-5644835579510372437?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/5644835579510372437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-cup-of-mars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/5644835579510372437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/5644835579510372437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-cup-of-mars.html' title='The Lost Cup of Mars'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/St9-eZqfuaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOlZgtM062Q/s72-c/Photo+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-3017701710224486487</id><published>2009-09-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:46:27.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion Homework (Reflection Notebook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dear Jesus&lt;br /&gt;         I saw many beautiful things today all thanks to you. One of them being a very inspiring sunrise, and when I started to look at it I felt my breath catch in my throat. I would like to ask God how he thought of such a beautiful thing. I know that I can wander on my way to heaven but I find it really hard to turn in the face of temptation, but let that not be an excuse. I need your help on my way to you. I pray that everyone in the world may respect the world when they still can, and for everyone to also keep themselves steady on the long way to Jesus and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-3017701710224486487?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/3017701710224486487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/09/religion-homework-reflection-notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/3017701710224486487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/3017701710224486487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/09/religion-homework-reflection-notebook.html' title='Religion Homework (Reflection Notebook)'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934749153390492265.post-6280254493556142110</id><published>2009-09-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:45:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade seven (w00t w00t)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This is AWESOME. Why am I saying this? you ask. well now I'm in grade seven,(finally at the top of the food chain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RRAAWWRR&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:D!). The people in grade 7 are really awesome, especially the teacher, his name is Mr.Dotto (I just call him Mr.D). We are having so much fun in his classes,especially me because of all the new subjects we are doing, for example. Science, Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Math, Algebra, and Writing, Poetry. The only bad things are that 2 people left the original class(Endre and Lily) and there is no mountain biking people D':. The other bad things are that as soon as we pass this( Yes Mr.D I am passing this grade) we are back at the bottom of the food chain ( WWAAHHH D':) and we are usually the ones picked on. Lets just say this, as soon as we are at the top of the food chain we are vegetarians. But overall this is going to be an awesome year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOOHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934749153390492265-6280254493556142110?l=martinhsteds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/feeds/6280254493556142110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/09/grade-seven-w00t-w00t.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/6280254493556142110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934749153390492265/posts/default/6280254493556142110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhsteds.blogspot.com/2009/09/grade-seven-w00t-w00t.html' title='Grade seven (w00t w00t)'/><author><name>Martin Hofilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426499992114325104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14VyZY5YouM/SsPMOtFAb5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdYjZuuTQi8/s1600-R/4680259.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
