<?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-5030009009954489749</id><updated>2011-11-08T07:17:20.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><subtitle type='html'>No Where To Be Found!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6894508194939722653</id><published>2010-11-08T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:58:43.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;line-height: 200%; "&gt;From Writing Class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;line-height: 200%; "&gt;My Poem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;The challenges I face &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Beyond the sports I grace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Beckons me like commercials shooting out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Charms me like a perpetual bond&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Between two people with friendship&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;It all started when I was in 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Til’ then no one could stop me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;From doing what I like the most&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;When summer comes, I’m out of shape&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I miss my athleticism it kills me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Not being able to do anything&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I am very adept but not as &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Good as the sport stars. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I’m going to miss sports&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;For as long as I live&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Times up for me this year&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;My last and I gotta do my best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;From Reading Class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Jenna Fox&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Confused, Curious&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Am I or am I not, Jenna Fox&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;So I’m told who she is. Am I really her though?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I’ve been in an accident, so they say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I don’t remember much, but father says&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;It will come to me. Interesting part is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I remember drowning when I was walking home &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;From Mr. Bender’s house. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Interesting characters&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Ethan, he cares about her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Wants to help Jenna with her cure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Allys, She is different then the others &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Knows Jenna’s secret, but wants to turn her in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Changing this book would be the awful thing to do, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Becuase I know a book when I read one of the greatest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;What I like about this book is the mysterious parts &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Of what’s going to happen next and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;What’s going to happen to Jenna Fox?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“The Adoration of Jenna Fox” is easy to read&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Because there’s understanding words to plead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I would recommend this book to be absorbed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Because its magnificent that you won’t be bored. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;By: Jackie J.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6894508194939722653?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6894508194939722653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6894508194939722653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6894508194939722653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6894508194939722653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-poems.html' title='My Poems'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1815091674961269262</id><published>2010-09-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:29:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting For Duty</title><content type='html'>Hello there, another one of my posts. I'm feeling kind of sick today and I'm not sure if I will run in Kwethluk. School is still going good, but a little bit drama happened outside of school. It involved me in it, but I'm not going to say anything about it because it happened to me and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, school for me is great, I'm starting to come to school early because I don't want to be tardy, so that I can travel to places for sports. My classes are doing fine and I'm trying my best to keep up with my homework and all that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we went to Akiackak last week and our two young ones ran. They did a good job for two fourth graders, plus they were the only fourth graders on the team. The rest were 5th or 6th graders on up. I didn't run because I didn't get enough practices in, but I just went to cheer the fourth graders.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for today until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-1815091674961269262?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1815091674961269262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1815091674961269262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1815091674961269262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1815091674961269262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/09/reporting-for-duty.html' title='Reporting For Duty'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4742347324672588264</id><published>2010-08-25T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:33:25.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, we have started school August 16, 2010 and this year is my last year of school. I can't wait to graduate, I'm so close. But I'm going to college after I graduate and I am thinking of having college at Fairbanks. Well anyways, school is going great but the classes are a bit boring at this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes I am taking are Math, Writing, Reading, Yup'ik Language, Ecology, and Robotics. But next semester we are going to be taking different classes and I'm not sure what they are. I am still going for all of the sports that we have like cross country, N.Y.O, and basketball. Some of the activities we are going to do are Speech, Battle of the Books, AASG, and couple other ones I don't know of right now.&lt;br /&gt;So far right now or this month we are practice running for cross country and I am trying my best because it is going to be my last year attending it. I am surely truly going to join N.Y.O because it is my favorite sport in the whole wild world. My second favorite sport is basketball and I would like to do my best at that one too. I know I do my best at N.Y.O because you know why, it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that is it for today, and I will try to post events on my blog during this school year. I am proud to be a senior in high school. Good-Bye.&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/5030009009954489749-4742347324672588264?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4742347324672588264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4742347324672588264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4742347324672588264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4742347324672588264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-school-year.html' title='Another School Year'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6673890365198159491</id><published>2010-01-27T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:14:04.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>Well today I feel much better than yesterday. But I hope I don't go down that road again.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with someone last night, but I'm not sure if it helped a lot. Well I think it did.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling all down after practice yesterday and I was thinking about a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over with whatever was in my head. But there might be more I'm not sure. I'm a lot happier today, but I wrote this like couple weeks ago so yea. Maybe because we are going Bethel for like 2 an a half days. I get to finally get out of my house. We are going Bethel for Multi-Media contest. I was so excited last night that I didn't go to bed until like 4 I think. Plus I was on the Internet rearranging things and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get going so later people, Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6673890365198159491?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6673890365198159491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6673890365198159491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6673890365198159491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6673890365198159491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6251322337591807568</id><published>2010-01-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:21:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays That Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I am feeling all down&lt;br /&gt;There is no friends for me to talk to&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking for friends to talk to&lt;br /&gt;my best friend just bailed on me&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to talk to any more&lt;br /&gt;It feels like someone just stabbed me&lt;br /&gt;On the back with their dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;I cry and I cry until I find someone&lt;br /&gt;That is there for me forever&lt;br /&gt;But after my friend bailed on me&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can trust any one&lt;br /&gt;Except  the ones i love the most&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lost in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find my way out&lt;br /&gt;Everything is scattered everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm to much keeping things to myself&lt;br /&gt;Its all building up in one spot&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be&lt;br /&gt;Shutting down on me&lt;br /&gt;Once one thing is down the rest does&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my way up some day&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when that would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today is that f***en day I get messed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6251322337591807568?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6251322337591807568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6251322337591807568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6251322337591807568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6251322337591807568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-that-day.html' title='Todays That Day'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-2627083675254405485</id><published>2010-01-21T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:31:14.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend's Home Game</title><content type='html'>We might have home game, depending on when the body goes to Napaskiak. But I'm hoping that we will have home game because I got better kind of, not a whole lot though. I am also getting very addicted to playing ball.&lt;br /&gt;Two year ago when I joined ball, I didn't know what I was doing so I didn't join the next year. When I finally knew what to do or most of the time knew what to do I joined again and I am starting to like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Back to home game.....I'm pretty nervous of playing at home game. Might start freaking out when I get on the gym. I didn't play in front of Napaskiak in a long time. Well I have nothing else to say, so I will stop right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-2627083675254405485?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2627083675254405485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=2627083675254405485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2627083675254405485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2627083675254405485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weekends-home-game.html' title='This Weekend&apos;s Home Game'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-5198242771912353555</id><published>2010-01-19T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:42:28.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating now :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's been a long time since I didn't Write in my blog because I have been so busy with everything else, I didn't have enough time to blog.  Well a lot has happened during the months I couldn't blog. But I'm sure I will update them someday, I'm not sure when though.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways there is couple things going to happen here, at our school or not in our school but.....um...never mind...I don't know how to explain it. Any who, the up coming events that is going to happen. Maybe some of the things i did.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see,we are going to work on movies for the Multi Media Contest. Also we joined basketball again since two year ago. I am also making a poem for the Art Contest and it will be about my first nephew. I'm not sure my poem will be that good because I'm not really good at making poems.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to Kwethluk for basketball, but we lost against them. Hopefully we do our best at our home game or somewhere else, I'm not sure where were going, I have to ask my Coach. :D. I'll update some more when ever hope you enjoy reading. :D&lt;br /&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/5030009009954489749-5198242771912353555?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5198242771912353555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=5198242771912353555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5198242771912353555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5198242771912353555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-now-d.html' title='Updating now :D'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-3533062837893529061</id><published>2009-03-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:57:09.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memories</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when I was really scared. Actually two times I was really scared or afraid. Remember the time I told you about the Fourth of July incident. When I didn't eat all day and it was really hot or was really what you call it. Well that was when my sister, my cousin, and I were walking around Bethel. Walking to where my cousins stays and where my sister's boyfriend stays. Thats when we went to the store and bought energy drink and when I had mine i had a big stomach ache and I was running around and  well you know the story. But if you didn't hear or read the about that on my blog. At the end of Fourth of July I crashed like fainting or something like that. Like everything went black and after that I was scared of fainting or something, like everything turning black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me before Fourth of July. It was when we were having the Russian Orthodox Christmas I think. When I was making fried bread for our feast. Well while I was making them the stove turned off without me knowing it and I was feeling a bit hot or I started to sweet and went out for a fresh air and everything started to go black and I started to freak out. I started yelling out my mom and I remember they helped me outside. They said it was a carbon monoxide poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the scarer times for me but I don't know about other people. But then at first I thought I was going to die at my house or at Bethel, but then I survived and I guess I'm happy of that but hey yea what the heck. Well I guess that is it for now, take cares people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-3533062837893529061?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3533062837893529061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=3533062837893529061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3533062837893529061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3533062837893529061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-memories.html' title='My Memories'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8403930836461986787</id><published>2009-03-23T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:27:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>My weekend was really great. I went to Eek for the first time in my life even if I have a bunch of relatives over there. But then I kind of had fun over there, but then I didn't meet any of them. Well we were over at Eek for an N.Y.O meet. I got nine ribbons for each event but then I didn't place in one event which is Indian stick pull. There is like Ten different events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, there's Kneel jump where you have to kneel  down and see how far you can jump by kneeling. Then there is Wrist carry where there is two people on both ends of a stick, you go in the middle and with your wrist you make a fist and put your wrist on the stick and hold your bottom wrist with your other hand and lift yourself. Then there is Two foot high kick. There will be a ball that will go higher once you kick it. You need both legs or shall I say feet to kick the ball. Toe kick, will be very difficult at first but once you know how, it will get easier and easier. With it there will be a stick on the floor that will be about maybe one inch thick and couple inches long. You will have to be couple inches away from the stick and try to jump as low as possible and kick the stick with your toes but not with your heels or any other parts of your feet, but just you toes. Next comes Alaskan High Kick (AK), You will be sitting down but then right hand on your left foot and your left hand on the floor, your right foot will be free to kick the ball. But then if your a lefty than it will be the other way around. Well I will tell you more about the N.Y.O event when I get around to it.  I got like couple more to go, like maybe five more events, no there is like four more events I think. So yea I will tell you more about them when I have the time.  Ok later and take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-8403930836461986787?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8403930836461986787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8403930836461986787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8403930836461986787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8403930836461986787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6364586243482645798</id><published>2009-03-20T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:04:05.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Goodness</title><content type='html'>Oh my Oh my, I think I am myself again. I am so glad and hyper now, I was earlier. I'm not feeling depressed or any thing I'm just me self again hahaa. I am like wow, hahahahaha, nah just kidding. I good for now but I need to blog for like a couple more minutes then have to get ready to go Eek and all. I just wanted to say how happy I am or just being  myself again like about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways back to my blog spot. Oh my goodness My younger sisters dog Goldie had puppies again and there like really cute and cute. There like really like you want to pinch their cheeks and stuff like that. But then they are brown black and white. The mouth part is black, the body part is like the mixter of brown black and white, but mostly brown. Well tell you more later I have to go now ohk later Take cares people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6364586243482645798?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6364586243482645798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6364586243482645798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6364586243482645798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6364586243482645798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my Goodness'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-9276343166018714</id><published>2009-02-27T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:37:14.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I typed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I am kind of not in the world right now. I maybe awake but then in my mind it is sleeping, and dosed off into dreamland. But I need to wake up from that, because when I am like that i don't like to talk or anything. Some days I get annoyed when I am not in my happy modes, but right now I'm not annoyed just dosed off. Sometimes I think of things that might happen but then I go, nah it won't happen. I don't know what going to happen the rest of the day but I hope it isn't bad, but I hope I wake up. Lately I've staying up til' like 1 or 2 doing some homework, but then i fell asleep around 12. Sometimes I don't feel like talking most of the days I'm sad or mad or something. All this, everything that is happening, I mean everything, all around me is like building up on me. Whether I don't know whats going to happen or what I might do. There are some days that I don't like, or some things that I don't like. But I don't think I want to say them, because sometimes I do the things I don't like. I get scared and scared of telling some one about things that are going on. I know why but then I don't want to say them, because I do these things that I don't like. Its not something bad, but something that everyone does and say and stuff like that. I try not to, maybe thats why I talk so quiet or something. I do talk loud but then thats when we are out of class or when I am at home, but then I talk so quiet in class, or when ever I am around people I don't know. I these people here but then I still talk quiet. I know i can talk as loud as I can but then I can't talk as loud in the class, I don't know why. I don't think I can take this any more, well I can but then, its to........I don't know. (sigh). For the past few days were really slow but then started going fast but then still it feels like we've been in school for the past two weeks. It feels like that when it is a Friday or when ever. I'm almost better but then I still feel all, arrgh, something like that. If you read this, don't think its because of you, its because how I feel about things or that it is because of me. Because how I am everyday, depends on how much sleep I get or how the day is going. But I am sorry when ever I am like this, I don't know what to do anymore, well thats most of the time, when I am all sad or mad or whatever it is I am. The other night I was thinking, I wonder how would it be if these people were alive. But then I was like, it's ohk, I will see them some time, when its my time to go. I'm started to think of things like that, maybe for the past 5 days, but then I try not to what you call it. Well I'm ohk now I am going to stop right here now, because I have to go. BYE LATER, PEACE.&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/5030009009954489749-9276343166018714?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9276343166018714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=9276343166018714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/9276343166018714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/9276343166018714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-typed.html' title='Things I typed'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1473581947088238487</id><published>2009-02-23T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:17:29.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foggy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When we went to Bethel this weekend, my brother and I, for a basketball game. It was kind of fun but kind of boring but it was fun. But then when we went it was really foggy can't even see anything for like a few feet away. At first i thought we were gonna get lost but then I like nah, i know my brother. It was really awesome though, really foggy and  the way it looked. It was almost like one of the movies, I think it was called the "Fog" or something like that can't remember. Well yea it was like that, it was like someone or something would pop up it was really qungvarnaq (meaning like getting scared or cold running up your spine).  Oh yea forgot to tell you at first we went to the back trail when we went to Bethel, it was really bumpy and awesome and scary. But still kind of awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yea before all this happened, during the day when I went out of my house. I was like whoa, how did it get so foggy all of a sudden. This was, I think when I was doing laundry on a Friday, maybe. I would have taken the picture but then I didn't have my computer but still I had I camera but then I wasn't thinking of that earlier. I was to what you call it, I don't know. I would have taken a picture, hahaa. Well any ways, I had fun going up to Bethel and coming back form Bethel. Well I guess that is it for now, I have nothing to say now I think, maybe, who knows. Well later peoples, Peace. &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/5030009009954489749-1473581947088238487?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1473581947088238487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1473581947088238487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1473581947088238487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1473581947088238487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/foggy-day.html' title='Foggy Day'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4339228387260561612</id><published>2009-02-18T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:25:55.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kjaslkjf'jkdf'ajdfaodjfl;kdohiakld g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dgkflaj'djg;dgjasdkjfosdpaoghifakldng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;adkga'dgkd;kg'ajlkdghadjgkjas'gjadng;h;lkjfsldkfjoaijfklwjejadf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;asdklfjoasdkfansodgihajkeo[adgklwkehisadf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kdjf'adkflja;kjgkjoeihkfhohsdf'a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fjakjiekjethlaksdfoiagoaenfha[dg'l;kahjes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sadgkadgjklajoghohdgkal;kjkahkdje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rkahsdgiorkjlakoisdgkwekhasdoifha'fkads'g's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dksdjgoirjknaiialskemdkjfhiadfnaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;adljjf;lkjsdfjdf;lkjdifnvdklfoisofjkdsflkej&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;afkja'dkgfenfodjdkvnkanfa;eifaodsffoidugnewr'oasdifuaes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;adfkoafdgiuajlkjsdfaop[eknafiuboiekesniufhbv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats the story for today people. Nah...I'm just playing......but if you know this type of language you can translate it and it would say....Once upon a time i forgot the rest....the end. Nah...just kidding....who knows what this type of language or this type thing...well anyways trying the think of what to say here. My story, my story, my story, what could it be about. Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, of a poem but cannot come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The day is going by to fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i cannot see the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it is going to slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for the time to glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many things we've done&lt;br /&gt;I stop right here to be the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no more rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because there is no system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything is turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The world would be burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is there to be crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When I can be trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the day&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying&lt;br /&gt;But why am I staying&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm out of here&lt;br /&gt;But don't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5030009009954489749-4339228387260561612?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4339228387260561612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4339228387260561612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4339228387260561612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4339228387260561612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah!!!'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-5211493925950035757</id><published>2009-02-17T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:14:42.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On MY Gram's Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week feels like it is going to be a long week, because it feels like its really long. Maybe because last weekend felt like it was really long. But then it was fun on saterday because we had my gram's feast and at the same time we went to go get someone from across the river. Bunna, Issa, and I went to go bring them back and I didn't have snow pants on just my sweater, coat, thin pants, and winter boots. When we went back, my uncle Jimmy needed a ride or someone to bring him to Bethel, but then there was just us girls so we brought him. I was how I was and it was not that cold, but then it was snowing. When we got there I wasn't cold yet, but when we were going back to Oscarville it was snowing really bad and we almost got lost but then my sister Bunna just followed the trail. Right when we were near Oscarville i was getting kinda cold but then on;y my knees because my pants were getting wet and my hands were getting cold because I wasn't using any gloves. We made it, but then right when we got to my uncle's house and when we went in I started getting cold. It was really fun going to Napas and then going to Bethel, It was awesome. I could have gone sick if it was cold out when we went, but then i was OK i guess. Well maybe not. After that warm snowy day it started to get cold out, I said to myself, if it was like this i would be freezing if we go in this type of weather. Well i guess thats it for now.&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/5030009009954489749-5211493925950035757?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5211493925950035757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=5211493925950035757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5211493925950035757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5211493925950035757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-gram.html' title='On MY Gram&apos;s Feast'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-2711317543278389739</id><published>2009-01-16T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:21:09.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Mind blank....can't think of anything to write. My mind is not thinking really good. It is not thinking of anything right now only the sleep I got and it wants some more sleep. My head is being weird, like it is being pounded by something. I can't think of anything to write even I try to think, my brain might turn it down or something like that. But then I'm writing how my head is blank from sleeping those 12 full hours:D. I'm still sleepy though, I don't know why. My minds to blank to think well can think of stuff but then my mind still will think that it is blank and stuff like that. I still can't think of anything else, I guess, I don't know what to write....Still trying to think of what to write. But every time I think of one it's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-2711317543278389739?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2711317543278389739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=2711317543278389739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2711317543278389739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2711317543278389739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4515856653787708245</id><published>2009-01-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:25:36.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>Having our own Slaaviq this year in Oscarville was really fun, well kind of. I was to busy at home, getting ready before they came to my house. So I just to the rest of the houses after our house. It was kind of fun singing, but then I kind of didn't know the songs, so I didn't really sing all the song only the ones I knew. Then I finally went to Napas to have slaavi..but then I didn't really sing that much, only in one house. It was kind of fun but then yea. I wasn't really wanting to sing, because...I don't know why though. I went to 3 or 4 houses in Napaskiak, because we are having school, and we had to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Anchorage this Christmas break, because it was my turn this year. Every year my siblings and I take turns going to Anchorage with my mom. Well anyways I had fun, kind of, maybe:D. But then we did all lot of shopping and at the end of the days when we are at our hotel my feet like is very sore and stuff. The hotel was called Hampton Inn, it was ok, kind of didn't like it but then it was good. It had a swimming pool but then i didn;t get to go swimming because we were so busy shopping we would like go to the hotel at like 11 or so, and the swimming pool hours is like from 6am to 10 pm. I was going to swim in the morning the day we were going to leave but then I was to sleepy or something or I didn't feel like swimminf because ...i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some other stuff that happened but then I don't know if i want to put it in my blog. Well maybe I will but then you will have to ask me when ever. :D  But then yeah I have nothing to say now. Or maybe I can talk about it, I don't know. Maybe I will maybe I won't, Who Knows. It's not bad though, but I don't know if it is or not. Maybe you will have to beg me to get it out of my mouth or something. My sister, my brother, my cousin, and my mom knows about it, well because my sister told my mom when we came back from Anchorage :P. It was kind of funny but then I don't know, well maybe. Well I guess I will write it sometime in the future but then I don't know. Maybe soon, or when ever I feel like writing it. I just needed to stall for the time to pass or write something before next class starts. So yeah maybe some other time when people ask what it is, thats if they really want to know. I mean like really really want to know what, well I don't know. Ok I'm going to stop right here and continues this on another one, it's almost time for the other class so later and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-4515856653787708245?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4515856653787708245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4515856653787708245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4515856653787708245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4515856653787708245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-2959967996527527670</id><published>2008-12-27T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:34:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couple days ago or a week ago, my brother and I just crashed. Maybe it was on the 23rd of December. It was at night when we were getting smoked dried white fish for our Uncle. It was when we were coming back from the Fish camp, My brother was driving and he tried to slide on the ice while it was snowy and dark. There was Water Underneath the ice, but then we didn't know that.  Right when we turned the snow-go tipped and we both flew off the snow, except that i had hit my head while i was flying across the ice. When i got up I heard Nick say which is m bro, say "Are you Ok?" I go "Yah, you ok?" he goes "Yeah", he got up at tried to put the snow-go back up. When i got up my limped and my right knee started to hurt, but then all I got was a Bruise. My neck started to hurt the next day. I asked Nick if he got a briuse anywhere, but then all he said was his hips were hurting or something like that. Every time I turn my head or lay down my neck starts to hurt. From this day it kind of hurts but not that much, and I don't know about Nick, I have to ask him. Well I guess that is it for me now. Later, and Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-2959967996527527670?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2959967996527527670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=2959967996527527670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2959967996527527670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2959967996527527670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/couple-days-ago-or-week-ago-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4400101864281403891</id><published>2008-11-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:37:50.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My early memories</title><content type='html'>I remember couple things of when i was a young girl, some of then were really stupid of me. What can I say I was real young. But some parts of my memories were like whoa i can remember that, just right now i just remember that i got a hair cut when i was about maybe like 8 or 9 some where around there. It was really weird, I even remember couple of things when my mom used to take pictures of us, even with my gram, also remembering playing with matches and getting into trouble that was the stupidest i have ever done, and being at a hospital up in Anchorage i think. I don't know if it was my dreams or was my early memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea those are the early memories i have about when i was a little girl or something like that. Well anyways going back to where i wanted to cut my hair really short. It was really crazy i remember that i wanted to cut my hair and be like Nicole i think can't remember. But then right when my mom was dine cutting them couple minutes later i think i started crying and saying that i wanted my hair back. People kept saying to me that it would grow back but i think i was stilling crying. I don't thats all i remember, But now when i get my hair cut or trimmed i don't mind but sometimes i do when i don't feel like cutting my hair or when someone says i need my hair trimmed i be like ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember going to a house and being fed by my auntie, I even remember sleeping over at my grams when she was alive. Even when i was sleeping over at a school night when i woke up i was crying in my sleep and my gram was sitting there and looking at me and wondering what was i dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that i was crying in the old house and looking out the window and seeing that they were building our new house, but then i don't know why i was crying it was like why was i crying even if i was looking out the window. Even when we didn't have a basketball court and it used to be bye the river next to Christina and Erin's house. I was crying on that and i don't remember why i was crying there to, but then the next day my voice was bad and i told my friend and she said that it was because i was crying yesterday and thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i used to bully my auntie or ask for stuff i was so stupid i didn't know what i was doing. Some days i wish i hadn't done stuff that i did back then, because i don't like them, i don't like looking back at the bad things i did when i was young they are to stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when Issa girl and i weren't friends, and Jessica and i were. we would hang out and she would sometimes tell me lies and this was when My older sister and her friends used to not hang out with Jessica or something like that can't remember to long. Well anyway, when i was young i would Play with Jessica and we were best friends and i think we still are i don't know but yea. We did crazy stuff that i remember like when we took Issa's sunglasses and it was really stupid. We hid at an old house but then they found use and told us to be more nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all my memories I have, once i remember some I will let you people know.&lt;br /&gt;Laterz Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-4400101864281403891?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4400101864281403891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4400101864281403891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4400101864281403891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4400101864281403891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-early-memories.html' title='My early memories'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-3682066329933076554</id><published>2008-11-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:42:36.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visited this past summer of 08</title><content type='html'>This summer my family, including my gram and my aunt from my dads side went to visit Kasligluk. It was really fun and the longest visit we ever visited to another place. I thought we wouldn't visit anywhere during the summer but i guess i was wrong. It was fun anyways, get to see our Ilaqs and friends, it was so awesome but really hot. Hung out with friends and all that, played ball and went four wheel riding It was so much fun that i wanted to stay there. I wanted to stay there until school started or something like that but then at the same time i didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see my name sakes mom and sisters and we also get to walk around the village and see some of our friends that lived there. But it was really hot and i was using all black i think. I even got to see the people that went to Talent Search and it was really weird to see then again and like it was really embarrassing but then some of them didn't recognized me until they saw my sweater i used during Talent Search. It was really funny and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Kasigluk i had so much fun over there but when all the fun ends you just hate to go home don't you. I know how you feel, i think, if not then I don't know. Oh yea we even played naught it with couple kids from over there, it was very spectacular.  Then when we got bored me and Bunna went for a walk and Our friend Gabby took us for a four wheeler ride it was awesome, then a couple people went for a four wheel ride when we went to a pond or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister dared me to wave at that one guy that i knew from Talent Search but then i didn't want to because i was very taqarnaq i think thats how u spell it. But when we were done riding around we played naught it again and this time we stopped and chatted for a little bit and yea. It was really awesome when we went riding, but then we went the other way where the four wheels weren't going. Gabby said that maybe they will be thinking why are we going the opposite direction or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after my mom, dad, my gram, and my auntie were done visiting we went home and i didn't want to leave i don't know about the rest of my brothers and sisters, maybe they didn't want to leave too. I guess thats it for the day, Peace have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-3682066329933076554?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3682066329933076554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=3682066329933076554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3682066329933076554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3682066329933076554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/11/visited-this-past-summer-of-08.html' title='Visited this past summer of 08'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4270272317992063530</id><published>2008-10-27T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:16:05.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three days ago i just learned how to cut beaver. It was really fun to cut one and i cut another one just yesterday. I even took some picture to show how i learned to cut a beaver. Other may have learned it differently but i learned it the way my family does it or how ever that is. Well anyways here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut all the feet and hands off before you start cutting the beaver. only cut them underneath the feet and hands not all the way by the body or something like that. It will look like a chicken once you take the feet and hands off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s1600-h/Photo+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s200/Photo+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237867540593234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Then after all the legs have been cut. Very slightly the middle of the the body. From the bottom but you want to cut around the where it pees to the top of the body and stop near the mouth. but you don't want to cut all the way to the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO-skIIswSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cXoNVmG8nVM/s1600-h/Photo+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO-skIIswSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cXoNVmG8nVM/s200/Photo+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255609026823897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.After that you take the fur off, you want to make sure that you don't tear the inside of the fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO_ujYv4iVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jWYSvYFSXM4/s1600-h/Photo+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO_ujYv4iVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jWYSvYFSXM4/s200/Photo+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255681581870778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Now that you have cut the fur off, you cut the middle and take the guts out and put it in the dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPCIMmt90nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FS3sOpfGsDQ/s1600-h/Photo+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPCIMmt90nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FS3sOpfGsDQ/s200/Photo+303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255850515274519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cut out all the legs and arms off, the body and the ribs will be left even the hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5v7rV0OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TamBDCiHE9s/s1600-h/Photo+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5v7rV0OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TamBDCiHE9s/s200/Photo+302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453110637744354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cut the side of the stomach like in the picture it would turn out like that. Oh yea put the meat you cit out in the dog food also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wKUvpCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R_p-vVAM5Eo/s1600-h/Photo+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wKUvpCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R_p-vVAM5Eo/s200/Photo+312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453114569499682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.Then you cut all the parts of the body into parts, all you have to do is follow the joints. as you see below. Like cut out the ribs from the back bone and cut the back bone into chunks.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wPHG2rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZDQ_vv6FsN8/s1600-h/Photo+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wPHG2rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZDQ_vv6FsN8/s200/Photo+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453115854478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. some parts of the ribs you take off like the top part of it. Then you cut then ribs into how many parts only when it's small and when the beaver is a big one then you cut it rib by rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wUYhDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVy1l17KYMU/s1600-h/Photo+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wUYhDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVy1l17KYMU/s200/Photo+330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453117269675122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You put the hands and feet in a trash bag and the fur but most people hang them to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JhgGp3I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdbZPxRBc70/s1600-h/Photo+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JhgGp3I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdbZPxRBc70/s200/Photo+336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257457948334401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Last but not least put then in a ziplock to put in the freezer to keep for foods. All the body parts that you cut up step 7. Oh yea fill the bag half way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JaZUq6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/laRL96Pb8BM/s1600-h/Photo+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JaZUq6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/laRL96Pb8BM/s200/Photo+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257457946426911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have any questions comment and i think i will answer them if not then I'll ask my mom. Or someone else. Or i don't know. Oh yea and thats how i got to learn to cut a beaver, and my mom taught me how. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-4270272317992063530?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4270272317992063530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4270272317992063530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4270272317992063530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4270272317992063530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-days-ago-i-just-learned-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s72-c/Photo+239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8043454880489745622</id><published>2008-10-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:21:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding/crashing yesterday with an Elan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Nick and I went riding around our village and on the river, but mostly on the river. We went through water, some were deep and some were not so deep. It was really fun going through deep water and crashing on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;    This is my second year going riding with my brother Nick and the second year going through water except this year is was at the river. Last year it was at the pond when everything was melting and close to summer. This year it's at the river when everything is freezing and when kids are sliding or people. Also the first time crashing with my brother Nick.&lt;br /&gt;    Oh well anyways, while i was trying to clean my room but was actually fixing my nails, Nick asked me "Do you wanna go riding?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Can i go riding?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;    "I asked Andrew(My older brother) if we can use the elan." He said&lt;br /&gt;    "I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;    "you gonna get ready?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Yah." Then we got ready and went riding. At first we went to the mouth of the river and went through water, it was real deep, but fun. We went real fast to the river of Oscarville, we saw couple people sliding and went to go see them. At the same time we went through water, like i said some were deep and some were shallow.&lt;br /&gt;    It was real fun especially going through deep water. Well anyways we went to go see them and there was Chinace(A.K.A Issa girl), Anissum, William(A.K.A Sim), Kalila, Henry, and Lyle. We talked to them for a bit, and went riding again but this time it was awesome. We went through more water, deep water. When we went through shallow water and thin ice was on top of it, all of a sudden the elan turned over. Next thing i now it was couple inches away from Nick and the elan. Nick was with the elan and on the ice, He goes "You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Yah how about you?"&lt;br /&gt;    'Yah." we went back on and went to go see them people again.&lt;br /&gt;    I said to Issa "Did you see that?"&lt;br /&gt;    "No" she said, "What happened?" I think thats what she said can't remember. But Anissum said he saw that. I'm skipping some part of the things so yea.&lt;br /&gt;    Nick said that Lyle and him were gonna go riding for a bit and i said okay. Issa told me to follow her to her house for a bit and to get somethings. We went back outside and by the school river, and saw that they were back.&lt;br /&gt;    They put the sled back, we were talking for a while, and people went home or something. Nick and I went to go riding some more and went to the Lagoon or pond. We almost crashed couple times, and Nick let me drive the elan and i was very happy well not really. We got up to my house and switched and went around the river near the Kuskokwim river. Went back up and went home, it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;    Couple hours later i found out that i had a bruise on my knee and Nick had some scraps but not that bad and maybe on the knee, i have to ask again. Well anyways we had fun, and also today i found out that i had another small bruise on my albow, it was funny. I really wanted to share my fun weekend with everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-8043454880489745622?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8043454880489745622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8043454880489745622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8043454880489745622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8043454880489745622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/10/ridingcrashing-yesterday-with-elan.html' title='Riding/crashing yesterday with an Elan'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-537535091593594086</id><published>2008-10-13T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:51:11.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Status is defined as the standing a person has in a group to which he or she belongs.¬† What are some things that give a person status? How can you tell that a person has status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: When a pencil is with a group of pens, and the pencil doesn't belong with a group of pens. Somethings that give a person a status: when people become movie stars. Even when someone does something good or something bad like steeling something. We can tell how the person has status by reading them on news paper or on a magazine. Another way we can tell is by how they are acting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-537535091593594086?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/537535091593594086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=537535091593594086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/537535091593594086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/537535091593594086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/10/status-is-defined-as-standing-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8091667818097024368</id><published>2008-09-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:45:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you-To my Older Sis'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing you so much&lt;br /&gt;All the laughters we had&lt;br /&gt;Bothering until we get mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much&lt;br /&gt;Helping me cheer up&lt;br /&gt;When ever I am down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Would it kill me if&lt;br /&gt;You had gone&lt;br /&gt;Of caurse it would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t do anything&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-8091667818097024368?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8091667818097024368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8091667818097024368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8091667818097024368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8091667818097024368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-you-to-my-older-sis.html' title='Missing you-To my Older Sis&apos;'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4552222357569831413</id><published>2008-09-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:25:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Staying up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;makes me think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;of all the stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i shouldn't have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;all the bad things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i didn't do much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what am i going to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;without my family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what am i going to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;thinking of a lot of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not wanting to go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what a night i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;wanting to go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;in my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;watching movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;listening to nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;trying to convince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;myself to go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but nothing will listen&lt;/span&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/5030009009954489749-4552222357569831413?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4552222357569831413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4552222357569831413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4552222357569831413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4552222357569831413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-night.html' title='Crazy Night'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-5544439395241337211</id><published>2008-09-24T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:27:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing esle to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have like nothing to say, but I don't know why i named my other blog in deep condition. i was like i should call it that, and i did and now i don't know why i called it that and saying i should change it or something. So yea wondered why i did that, maybe it's because of what's going on around me and stuff, but then i don't know why so yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt; I still didn't get to bring my poem, i brought it last time but then i forgot to type it up and yea. Now that i remembered it i can't type it to my blog because i keep forgetting it at my house. Every time i bring it i forget to type it up. so yea i guess that is it for the the day.&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/5030009009954489749-5544439395241337211?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5544439395241337211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=5544439395241337211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5544439395241337211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5544439395241337211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-esle-to-say.html' title='Nothing esle to say'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6703675098251526143</id><published>2008-09-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:48:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wEeKs Go By So FaSt</title><content type='html'>Whoa weeks go by so fast that you don't even know what going to happen next. The past couple weeks we were doing Drivers Ed for like three weeks and it already past by. Like i don 't even know if it was a dream or not. Well it was real life so yea i knew what was going on but then it went by so fast like we just started yesterday. Well Just kidding. Don't know what to say right now so I'm just saying anything right now. Well anyway then there is picking blueberries and blackberries next thing i know it, it'll be red berries. Then comes N.Y.O i can't wait, for those who don't know it is Native Youth Olympics. I'm pretty much sure that everyone knows i think. Well yeah its starts next week and can't wait, i can but then yeah. Well i guess thats about all i have to say about this week and the past how many weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6703675098251526143?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6703675098251526143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6703675098251526143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6703675098251526143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6703675098251526143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/wee.html' title='wEeKs Go By So FaSt'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-5966937453836932091</id><published>2008-09-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:49:07.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The poem Grebigol From Christina's ELD Class</title><content type='html'>Group Poem: Andrew, Anissum, Colton, and I made a poem for our ELD class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; A horrible thing is coming this way.&lt;br /&gt;Creeping closer day by day.&lt;br /&gt; His hair is as brown as the ground.&lt;br /&gt;When he came round and round.&lt;br /&gt; His nose has gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;So he can’t be kissing.&lt;br /&gt; His eyes are golden then ever.&lt;br /&gt;He can never be so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also made a script of it and we are going to perform it today because today is the last day with her and we will be moving in Erin's classroom and she will be our teacher for ELD. I wonder what would we do for that class with Erin. That is it for today, i will try and keep writing in my blog if I don't forget to. Peace out and have a good day.&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/5030009009954489749-5966937453836932091?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5966937453836932091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=5966937453836932091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5966937453836932091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/5966937453836932091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-grebigol-from-christinas-eld-class.html' title='The poem Grebigol From Christina&apos;s ELD Class'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6263408829949145367</id><published>2008-09-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:22:01.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My wonderful cut from the trees or bushes or what ever they are called. I seem to make my cut worser than before, and i don't have a pic of my cut before it got worser than before. So here is my cut worser than couple days ago, and now it has puss in there and i took it out before school started and yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/Photo%201172.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SM60JzBp4eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4XUn8F9yWus/s1600-h/Photo+1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SM60JzBp4eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4XUn8F9yWus/s200/Photo+1172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246328696342176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here it is my wonderful cut. You want to know how i got. Well yea you can see i got last week and i've been picking at it and it is below my knee on the other side. Well anyway i was Going to the jungle which we call it. I was going to the trees and yea i don't know where i got from but i know it was from a tree or a sharp thing from a tree. i left it alone for a couple a days then when i saw it was dried up then i took the skin off. then couple days later i saw the skin dried off again then i took the skin off again. Then i saw it grew puss and started to hurt and i took the puss out and started to hurt after that. I started to leave it alone and see if it will get better then if not then I will soak it in hot water and soap or something like that. Then I will see if it turned into a scar and if it does i will show you how it looks like After a month or so if not then in a couple weeks if i don't forget to do that. Well yeah thats how i got it and yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/Photo%201172.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///private/var/tmp/folders.504/TemporaryItems/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x308cb0.tmp.jTJJtX/Photo%201172.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6263408829949145367?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6263408829949145367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6263408829949145367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6263408829949145367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6263408829949145367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cut.html' title='My Cut'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SM60JzBp4eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4XUn8F9yWus/s72-c/Photo+1172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8905702902674645934</id><published>2008-08-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:59:35.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a poem at my house but then every time i try bring it to school i forget it at my house. It is pretty awesome but then i don't know if it is good enough. This morning i was going to bring it but then i forgot to put it in my pocket and left it on my sister's desk. Hurray for my poem, not i was kidding. I can't seem to find my poem, i am starting to think my poems suck. Yeah. But yeah i don't know what to do with them and yeah. i think they are kinda good but yeah.&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/5030009009954489749-8905702902674645934?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8905702902674645934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8905702902674645934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8905702902674645934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8905702902674645934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-poem.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4269057525910847489</id><published>2008-08-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:24:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dog Goldie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Oh yeah are dog who is Goldie she had three puppies during the summer but then she killed one and she has two pups. There was two girls and one boy, she killed the boy and now there is just girls. We gave one pup to someone in Napaskiak and the other one is still with us and maybe doesn't have anyone to claim or something like that. My parent will figure out who will have the dog or who wants a dog or pup or something. Goldie had pups before last year during the winter time, she had four but then when one came out it was dead and she had three now there are with our relatives that wanted pups from our dog. Now  this year one pup is with us oh yea did i already say that oh i think i did. We don't know who to give it to so yea. We keep playing with it and we didn't name it yet because i don't think we are going to have it. I hope she has some more pups because they are always fun to play with and letting them growl. Even training them to go to the bathroom outside instead of the house but then it still pees in the house. That pups is playful, this one time it was biting Goldie and Goldie was wining and she did nothing to stop her puppy. I think that is all i have to say now. &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/5030009009954489749-4269057525910847489?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4269057525910847489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4269057525910847489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4269057525910847489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4269057525910847489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-dog-goldie.html' title='Our dog Goldie'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-7956057140486253124</id><published>2008-08-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:18:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer days are gone&lt;br /&gt;All summer was boring and fun&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;all I did was go fish camp&lt;br /&gt;which was fun, cutting fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day were just&lt;br /&gt;chores and play ball&lt;br /&gt;staying up late until we get sleepy&lt;br /&gt;waking up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me going to camp was&lt;br /&gt;fun and boring at the same time&lt;br /&gt;met some people&lt;br /&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/5030009009954489749-7956057140486253124?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7956057140486253124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=7956057140486253124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7956057140486253124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7956057140486253124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-3490680608612996488</id><published>2008-08-18T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:29:14.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Part of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The day before school i was kind of excited. I couldn't sleep. When i woke up i felt like i didn't sleep at all. I hope i can wake up like i did for the rest of the school year. I don't have much to say much but then i had an awesome summer. Most of it was going to our fish camp and cutting fish. Some part of my summer was boring but fun, I went to Talent Search. It was kind of fun and boring at the same time. I was the frist one there and It was really boring. That was my summer everything was either chores or go play ball. Oh yeah i forgot we went to Kasigluk to visit our relative over there. It was fun and boring at the same time. &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/5030009009954489749-3490680608612996488?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3490680608612996488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=3490680608612996488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3490680608612996488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3490680608612996488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-and-part-of-summer.html' title='School and Part of Summer'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-7285147340074976513</id><published>2008-07-05T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:51:49.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>How was your 4th of July? Mine was pretty much okay...I washaving fun with my Ilung, my sister and my brother. First we looked for some people we know and walk around to see who we know. I sawabunch of poeple well not that much poeple i know.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Ilung, and I went out for a walk and went to our Ilung's house and went back to the carnival. My brother was looking for us and when he found us, we went to go check if someone was awake and that was when i got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;As we were going short cut there was a pipe thing and I forgot there was two of them and I hit my nose and my mouth. Then my nose started to bleed and I got a cut inside my mouth and that started to bleed and then my nose started to puff up like kind of big but then it looked normal. When my Ilung and my brother went to go check if someone was awake, my sister and i was outside because my nose was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;They said that person was gone and we waited for my nose to stop bleeding and we went to the carnival. It was almost done, when they were annoucing who won prizes and stuff, and when they were is the middle of being done i started to see black and everything was going quiet. Next thing i know i was on the ground and my sister, my Ilung and my brother were trying to wake me up, but when i started to see again, I couldn't like see really good. I saw like black spot and like i was in a cartoon or something. That was when I didn't eat all day and i think i was dehidrated I don't know though maybe.&lt;br /&gt;My Gram gave me water when she saw me and I had my arms over my sis and Ilung. I ate some pizza and I got kind of better and when I was ready to go, we went down to the truck. Before we came to Oscarville my sister said that freaked her out when i fainted or somehting.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, my sister wanted to sleep over at Napas. Right when she left with our Ilung I took a nap because i only had like three hours of sleep. How many hours later my Ilung called and told me to tell my brother to bring my sister some clothes. After thatI looked in the morror and saw that i had a bruise where  my cut was in the mouth. That was my Crazy 4th of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-7285147340074976513?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7285147340074976513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=7285147340074976513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7285147340074976513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7285147340074976513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-4th-of-july.html' title='Crazy 4th of July'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4380597327478072088</id><published>2008-05-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:05:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write or type</title><content type='html'>I got nothing to write or type in my blog. NOTHING AT ALL, just typing anything. Being bored and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackie&lt;br /&gt;curly, thinker&lt;br /&gt;walking, playing, sleeping&lt;br /&gt;short, 4 eyed, hairy, chubby&lt;br /&gt;barking, howling, wanting&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, smart&lt;br /&gt;Chubbie&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/5030009009954489749-4380597327478072088?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4380597327478072088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4380597327478072088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4380597327478072088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4380597327478072088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-to-write-or-type.html' title='Nothing to write or type'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6643037107872156399</id><published>2008-04-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:44:57.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What really surprised me was that there was bees before T-Rex. I was also surprised that the great extinction was before the dinosaurs came out, i thought the great extinction would be after the dinosaurs were discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What we learned from making our time line and sequencing event about the appearance of different life-form on earth, Is Things that were discovered before the earth was divided. Figuring out which goes first.&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/5030009009954489749-6643037107872156399?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6643037107872156399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6643037107872156399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6643037107872156399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6643037107872156399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/earthscience.html' title='Earthscience'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-7780156199097937516</id><published>2008-04-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:22:49.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SBI7htt9CdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zUYw9TjJnkA/s1600-h/Photo+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SBI7htt9CdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zUYw9TjJnkA/s200/Photo+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193278770705664466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch! Man that hurts, I have a bruise on my knee. I have nothing to say on my blog so i decided to talk about my bruise on  my knee. It doesn't hurt that much but when i got it it was stinging. I got it when i was playing ball when our basketball quart was slippery, because we were shoveling our deck and there was a wet spot and i slipped on it. Then when i looked it was red, the next day i looked at it i was like wow, so cool. But not really, i started to poke it all over; I felt soft spots on some parts and it started to hurt when i walk, after i poke it. Then after a little while i started to feel something in my skin where the bruise is. Well anyway i think that all i have to say. But OUCH!! That hurts sike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-7780156199097937516?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7780156199097937516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=7780156199097937516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7780156199097937516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/7780156199097937516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bruise.html' title='My Bruise'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SBI7htt9CdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zUYw9TjJnkA/s72-c/Photo+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6873140434573426448</id><published>2008-04-19T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:56:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it, I dear you to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArzl1rNAoI/AAAAAAAAADI/v0c-NMG6Ty0/s1600-h/j0178740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArzl1rNAoI/AAAAAAAAADI/v0c-NMG6Ty0/s200/j0178740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191229351886914178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The cold fog mist where a tree is standing. Imagine you were standing by the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, you see s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;omething walking towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and the tree. You see it has crazy c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;urly hair, limping on one side, then you see it's a zombie. You sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rt freaking out and walk backwards, the zombie gets faster that you turn around and start running. When you look back the zombie has changed into a mysterious shadow and then you try run as fast as you can. The shadow pops up in front of you then shows it's face then disappears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You stop running, right when you stop you look around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and still see the cold mist fog. Right when you trun around you see a person walking towards you then it gets closer and closer, you can see who it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArZbFrNAiI/AAAAAAAAACY/fy8z0PdUbeA/s1600-h/Photo+97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArZbFrNAiI/AAAAAAAAACY/fy8z0PdUbeA/s320/Photo+97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191200579900998178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you guys watched "HALLOWEEN", think of this while you are imagining whats running after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.  Sca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ry! Then you look again it changes on you the little girl in "The Ring", the girl that kills people who watch a certain tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArc7FrNAjI/AAAAAAAAACg/9EjIceMebNk/s1600-h/320x240_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArc7FrNAjI/AAAAAAAAACg/9EjIceMebNk/s200/320x240_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191204428191695410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to freak out more and start ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nning as fast as you can.  You come to a house which looks like it has been abandoned by people and is in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArgfFrNAlI/AAAAAAAAACw/UsZ-3OVMUI8/s1600-h/204053180.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArgfFrNAlI/AAAAAAAAACw/UsZ-3OVMUI8/s200/204053180.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191208345201869394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You go inside, right when your inside you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; lots and lots of pictures hanging on the wall. You go up the stairs, as soon as you go in the room hear the door open and someone going up the stairs the it stops. You hear something in the closet, you see that the closet opened by itself wide open and you see the BOOGEYMAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArizlrNAmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qz7YQuVU4xk/s1600-h/2479602454.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArizlrNAmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qz7YQuVU4xk/s200/2479602454.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191210896412443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You quickly run out the door but then you stop because you see The Grudge up ahead coming towards you. You don't know what your doing because you have been hypnotized by the looks of it. Then black out, you don't know whats happening. You wake up in the hospital wondering if it was a dream or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArxr1rNAnI/AAAAAAAAADA/uu8xnlWb23g/s1600-h/2247540392.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArxr1rNAnI/AAAAAAAAADA/uu8xnlWb23g/s200/2247540392.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191227255942873714" 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/5030009009954489749-6873140434573426448?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6873140434573426448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6873140434573426448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6873140434573426448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6873140434573426448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-it-i-dear-you-to.html' title='Read it, I dear you to'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SArzl1rNAoI/AAAAAAAAADI/v0c-NMG6Ty0/s72-c/j0178740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-571692192734049198</id><published>2008-04-18T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:19:40.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Creepy houses that are haunted&lt;br /&gt;Hungry monsters will come and get you&lt;br /&gt;Remember the monsters can track you down&lt;br /&gt;It can take like five seconds&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you will feel tingles up your spine&lt;br /&gt;Take it seriously&lt;br /&gt;Illusions can trick you&lt;br /&gt;Never the less you can get out of this&lt;br /&gt;Again, you must listen get OUT quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable thing are happening&lt;br /&gt;Insane students getting in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stop these things from happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids are playing&lt;br /&gt;Never take your eyes off then&lt;br /&gt;Always make sure they're okay&lt;br /&gt;And make some adjustments&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything might get messy&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you got people to help&lt;br /&gt;Incredible things can happen&lt;br /&gt;Zigzagging around will not help you&lt;br /&gt;Appearing somewhere near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware something is near&lt;br /&gt;Apples will fall from the tree&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops will pour out if no where&lt;br /&gt;Building everywhere with weird windows&lt;br /&gt;Ashes flying in the air&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits hopping out if no where&lt;br /&gt;Airplane flying like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask making might make me mock you&lt;br /&gt;Regular rabbits race right through&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Must take time targeting&lt;br /&gt;Earth is where people live&lt;br /&gt;Initials are being made&lt;br /&gt;Every time you turn your head&lt;br /&gt;Race cars are found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-571692192734049198?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/571692192734049198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=571692192734049198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/571692192734049198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/571692192734049198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6757762463525549552</id><published>2008-04-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:01:12.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems of names</title><content type='html'>Jokes everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Allergic to metal&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stay away from it&lt;br /&gt;Kites in the air watch out&lt;br /&gt;It will fly off to never land&lt;br /&gt;Enter your house with full of respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunnies hopping everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Until they hit a log&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen to them&lt;br /&gt;Not when there is someone there&lt;br /&gt;At last peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will make u feel better if&lt;br /&gt;Something was right&lt;br /&gt;So that people will smile&lt;br /&gt;A lot when others are looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Never take one or else&lt;br /&gt;Danger will be near&lt;br /&gt;Rapid things will move toward you&lt;br /&gt;Even when you run as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;With a bike too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people can get everything&lt;br /&gt;At least they have lots of money&lt;br /&gt;I think they’re cool&lt;br /&gt;To make people love them&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is out there&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say what&lt;br /&gt;How will you know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;Open the door and get OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;Looking for class its to easy here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and guess who's names are being used&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-6757762463525549552?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6757762463525549552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6757762463525549552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6757762463525549552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6757762463525549552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-of-names.html' title='Poems of names'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-6714023163018679557</id><published>2008-04-16T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:28:25.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAaY8ZcI_NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ti-QMXTI9c8/s1600-h/funny-pictures68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAaY8ZcI_NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ti-QMXTI9c8/s320/funny-pictures68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190003783979564242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;puppy:"Hey, What you doing? I am at my house on the couch and i have nothing to do. So i decided to call but then i think I am getting a little tired and wanting to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;The Puppy was really trying to stay on the phone but then couldn't help falling asleep, so he was still holding the phone. He wanted something to do but then he ended up falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Oh wait i think I am trying to to call you but then your phone was busy." "I forgot what i was going to tell you yesterday." "You were so sleepy that u didn't hear the phone in your ears."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"I think you were going to call your mom but then you called the wrong number."&lt;br /&gt;puppy:I think i was going to call you....but then i got to sleepy when i went on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5030009009954489749-6714023163018679557?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6714023163018679557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=6714023163018679557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6714023163018679557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/6714023163018679557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/trying-to-call.html' title='Trying to call'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAaY8ZcI_NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ti-QMXTI9c8/s72-c/funny-pictures68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1251650221279854980</id><published>2008-04-15T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:02:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past weeks were very crazy with the testings two weeks ago, culture week for us last week, and N.Y.O meet in Tununak. Wow it was really crazy well not that crazy. We got stuck in Tununak for like that 2 or 3 days. I wanted to go home really bad and was happy when we finally came. I also got a rug burn from over there, on the first day after the event were done. I was happy to see my friends, and made some new friends from Kipnuk but then we might be related to them. Plus i didn't like it when we were about to come home because we were all mad at each other well not all of us just the ones that were grumpy and i didn't like it. When we were going on the plane we started to talk to each other and i didn't what was wrong with the people that were being grumpy but it all turned out good. That was the three couple week that happened but mostly when we were at Tununak.&lt;br /&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/5030009009954489749-1251650221279854980?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1251650221279854980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1251650221279854980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1251650221279854980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1251650221279854980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-weeks.html' title='The past weeks'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4752172274339558456</id><published>2008-03-27T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:37:18.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAPqZJcI_LI/AAAAAAAAABs/hpb2yJX6HCE/s1600-h/Photo+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAPqZJcI_LI/AAAAAAAAABs/hpb2yJX6HCE/s320/Photo+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189248913412521138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What kind of hair styles do you see everyday? There can be straight hair, curly hair, flat hair, puffy hair, long hair, short hair, bald hair, thick hair, thin hair, ponytail, pigtails, braided hair, soft hair, hard hair, fine hair, messy hair, layered hair, and non-layered hair. Well anyway i bet you haven't seen my hair, You might have if you live near Oscarville. My hair will surprise you once you see it, it will make you wonder if its real or not. You'll maybe laugh at it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My hair is like very curly and puffy at the same time when i first permed it. It was like very curly when i took the curls out and when i washed my hair it was all good and then when it dried out it was like really puffed up and it looked like i was a witch or something the same thing happened with my sister but my hair is thinner than hers, so my hair was really puffy that something can get stuck in it like a pencil or small objects. Once i wash my hair the curls will appear again like magic, like i did nothing to my hair even my bangs there like really curly but then i try straighten them out after i wash my hair then when i brush my hair the hair would seperate and then my hair would look like i got shocked from being electrified from the electricity and my hair would be all fuzzy. Sometime i like my hair and sometimes i don't but most of the time i like it.&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/5030009009954489749-4752172274339558456?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4752172274339558456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4752172274339558456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4752172274339558456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4752172274339558456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hair_27.html' title='My Hair'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SAPqZJcI_LI/AAAAAAAAABs/hpb2yJX6HCE/s72-c/Photo+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-357161197661275512</id><published>2008-03-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:45:37.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world</title><content type='html'>What might the world be like in 100 days? Let me see, I think it would be like flying cars, anyone can travel by a tube that sucks us to where we want. There can be a newer version of clothes that different villages use to represent there village so that people know where there from and doesn't have to ask where their from. People will be able to travel without planes because planes, so that people don't have to wait for plane to pick them up. People would have different type of hair style  and keep the native languages and other languages people have, we wouldn't want to extinct our language do we. That would be bad for our future children, if people would have some. Then maybe still have some fish camps and all the living things on earth, Or everything can be the same as today or something can be different by how many things. There will be flying dogs, people having robots to help them with things if they are old or young. It'll be like in the movie "Irobot" but then i a little different. There will be nature, If there will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-357161197661275512?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/357161197661275512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=357161197661275512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/357161197661275512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/357161197661275512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hair.html' title='The world'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8771639691236548812</id><published>2008-03-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:59:41.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a forever Angel and he/she is keeping me safe. Like I try to get a frostbite but then I won’t get any, I try to get a bruise but then I won’t get any. But then most of the time I get some but they won’t turn out dark they will turn out kind of light. I don’t think I ever got frostbite before, and now I try to get sick but then it doesn’t work then I stopped trying to and everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Who needs these things anyway, the frostbite must hurt because my cousin got one and she said it hurt and the bruise I know how that feels. I am really glad my forever Angel is watching over me, how will I ever live with out my Angel or is it called Guardian Angel, I don’t know but all I know is that she/he is watching over me, just hope you have one too because it feels good to be watched over I guess.&lt;br /&gt;You know when I was a little girl like about 8 or 9 and when my uncle and his friend came to visit my sister my uncle was young almost like a teenager yea I’ll say that. Well anyways when he came, I was jumping on the bed and he was standing up then I was going to let him back pack me but then he sat on the bed and I flew off and landed on the floor. That was like couple feet high I think then I started laughing because it didn’t hurt or anything then my uncle’s friend started laughing too because I didn’t cry or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Like this is more like a poem and a story at the same time but hey I’m trying so yea I guess I lost my touch or something just kidding. Well yea, did you guys ever alunruq before? I did but not that much I don’t know why so yea, maybe 4-5 time can’t remember cause I don’t keep count, sike. Well yea have nothing much to say later.&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/5030009009954489749-8771639691236548812?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8771639691236548812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8771639691236548812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8771639691236548812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8771639691236548812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/forever-angel.html' title='Forever Angel'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1768264380220706177</id><published>2008-03-04T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:22:17.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks ago</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago was the weirdest week I had this month. You know why, the multimedia contest and basketball districts, I don’t know about you guys but it was a crazy week for me. Thank goodness it is all over but then I wish we won the championship, maybe next year. Stayed up in Bethel for like a half a week, glad to take a break from home and chores sike. I almost got sick but still coughing, holy cow maybe it was when I didn’t have enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well yea it was a crazy week, had to wake up early kind of but this one day are coach told us we can sleep on so I slept in. Right after we came back home I was really exhausted but I didn’t take a nap I was saving that for a school night, sike. I fell asleep really early like around 8 or 9, and woke up but I was still sleepy. Yea this is ok well I have nothing to say. Later I’ll type more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-1768264380220706177?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1768264380220706177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1768264380220706177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1768264380220706177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1768264380220706177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-weeks-ago.html' title='Two weeks ago'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-4298788931102459151</id><published>2008-03-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:44:30.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Going to school is really fun&lt;br /&gt;but couple things ever time i go there&lt;br /&gt;this happens&lt;br /&gt;i go there to early, i get sent home&lt;br /&gt;i go there to late, i get sent home&lt;br /&gt;i get sent for for being  suspended&lt;br /&gt;i get sent  home for being sick&lt;br /&gt;i get sent home for no reason&lt;br /&gt;i get all my work done early, i get sent home&lt;br /&gt;i don't do my work, i get sent home&lt;br /&gt;i make my first speech, i get sent home&lt;br /&gt;and  i noticed it was April fools day&lt;br /&gt;by the way this isn't true&lt;br /&gt;i just made it up for some reason&lt;br /&gt;what if the school's were like that&lt;br /&gt;but then probably not&lt;br /&gt;and i hope not&lt;br /&gt;nothing else later&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/5030009009954489749-4298788931102459151?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4298788931102459151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=4298788931102459151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4298788931102459151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/4298788931102459151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-2511097135325987624</id><published>2008-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:26:48.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Being stuck someplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;you will have nothing to do unless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;you want something to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;not wanting to be stuck but happy i took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a break from Oscarville &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but at the same time wanting to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nothing else to do just sit around and doing nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or can also play ball or do something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I WANT TO GO HOME! REALLY BAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i miss my bed, i miss my brothers and sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i want my room back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i joke but then really want to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nothing else to say so later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-2511097135325987624?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2511097135325987624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=2511097135325987624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2511097135325987624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/2511097135325987624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1482329494518095291</id><published>2008-03-02T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:51:04.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I can't sleep, thinking so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;crying my tears out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;making a fool of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;just wondering and thinking of my grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;What am i thinking of these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;My mind it's in its own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;tying to think of all the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i had but its all coming back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;what if there was something trying to let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;think of all these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and trying to make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and getting me into trouble making me not smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and just letting me have fun just for a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;while&lt;/span&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/5030009009954489749-1482329494518095291?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1482329494518095291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1482329494518095291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1482329494518095291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1482329494518095291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-sleep-tonight.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep tonight'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-534595370786773130</id><published>2008-02-29T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:47:32.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/R8sRvHKt5XI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgVBvQ8gQgI/s1600-h/my+mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/R8sRvHKt5XI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgVBvQ8gQgI/s320/my+mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173248098040669554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today is the day that i feel like wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because thinking so hard and so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;like this night wouldn't end until i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thinking of My Mum really hard makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;me want to cry but then keeping it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;because ever one will here me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;People would be asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wouldn't want to answer them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;wanting to cry so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;and thinking what would i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;everything is going so fast that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i can't even keep track of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;like it was just yesterday she was here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i miss the way she smiles and the way she laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;every once in a while i think of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;and wishing to see her again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i will some day, it could take weeks, months, or years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i use to dream of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;but then i don't know what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe things need to be moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i want to cry so bad, i finally think of her for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i forgot when was the last time i saw her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;man i can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;all i remember was when she babysat us and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;when we were playing cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;so when ever i play cards i would think of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i think i've gone to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;just wanted to write this all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;crying so hard, i can't keep it in much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i must take it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;also thinking of others who passed away&lt;/span&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/5030009009954489749-534595370786773130?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/534595370786773130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=534595370786773130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/534595370786773130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/534595370786773130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-my-mum.html' title='Missing My Mum'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/R8sRvHKt5XI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgVBvQ8gQgI/s72-c/my+mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-3050262889243033715</id><published>2008-02-28T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:48:38.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Long ago i used to be a bad girl but not really bad. I saw this on our home videos. It was funny when i saw myself doing stuff. I'll tell you just a little bit about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;During Christmas maybe when i was about how many months, my mom and us three older kids slept at my grandma's for Christmas. My older sister and brother which is Bunna and Andrew, they were opening their presents. I was on the couch just sitting there and looking. It went to the part where Andrew was reading his book about Christmas.  Then it went to the part where i was on my car-aaruaq and Andrew was pushing me and qinguqestaaq-ing me. Then it went to the part where i had Andrew's candy and i think i thought it was mine because it looked like it. He tried to get the candy from me but then i wouldn't let him have it. Then Andrew finally got it from me and i started crying i think. I didn't watch in a long time so yeah i think i need to watch it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  I also remember playing with matches and knives when i was like around 7-10, somewhere around there. Well anyways i remember playing with matches and i would have maybe two of my friend with me and then we went by the old store and there was a couple little houses maybe two. There was a little house and there was couple things in there and we found a metal thing and put grass in it and started a fire but then i got scared and said " Get water! Hurry!" then we took it out and tried to build another one but then it didn't work, so we went in the woods and then there was a couple of kids. They had the matches then someone came down to where we were and said to me that their mom told my mom that i was playing with matches and i think i got mad or something i can't remember. But then i was afraid to go home. So yeah that all i remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  Even playing with  a knife, i was with my friend and told her i could do this, and i showed her but then i ended up cutting my self in between my big toe and the little toe because i didn't have any shoes on and it was by the deck. I also have a scar and i thought i did something to it but then i remembered i played with a knife.  It was when we had those bars and the monkey bars. Holy cow i wish we had those still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thats all i remember when i was growing up, but then i will try remember more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-3050262889243033715?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3050262889243033715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=3050262889243033715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3050262889243033715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/3050262889243033715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-ago.html' title='Long ago'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-1194287642161742316</id><published>2008-02-27T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:49:27.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was lost somewhere being followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;by someone. Who knows what it is, might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;be my shadow, might be the spirits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;what would it be. What kind of thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;would chase me out of this village,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Going anywhere, I don't even know the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;woods that much. What will stop the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thing from chasing me. What can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think i need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You know what that thing was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IT WAS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There i am found at last, you can stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;running now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5030009009954489749-1194287642161742316?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1194287642161742316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=1194287642161742316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1194287642161742316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/1194287642161742316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030009009954489749.post-8279248360942860716</id><published>2008-02-25T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:06:29.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My name is Stephanie Jackie Joekay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my friends and family call me by my nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jackie. You can call me Jackie if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have Three brothers and Two sisters. In order is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;goes girl, boy, girl, boy, boy, then girl. I am the third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;child. My older sister is hopefully going to graduate this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My favorite sport is N.Y.O. I don't know about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;basketball. My favorite event in N.Y.O is seal hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What i like about N.Y.O is i like doing the events,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but high school is different from Jr. High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am thinking of going to college after i graduate from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;High school. I was hoping i would know what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to be, but then i didn't figure it out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030009009954489749-8279248360942860716?l=sjoekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8279248360942860716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5030009009954489749&amp;postID=8279248360942860716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8279248360942860716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030009009954489749/posts/default/8279248360942860716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
