<?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-7862197340198549625</id><updated>2012-02-23T10:46:09.331+13:00</updated><category term='reflections'/><category term='My Profile'/><category term='TYLA-MARIE'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='PORSCHA'/><category term='Vimeo'/><category term='2 Kilometer run'/><category term='Term2'/><category term='Rugby History'/><category term='Skating'/><category term='Archimedes Invetions'/><category term='MOTAT TRIP'/><category term='Chante'/><category term='Biggest Easter Egg Hunt Ever'/><category term='about Jonita'/><category term='I Am Making Movies 2'/><category term='Who invented chewing gum'/><category term='Digestive System'/><category term='Term3'/><category term='Stardome'/><category term='Rugby World Cup'/><category term='Vivienne'/><category term='Tyla Marie'/><category term='Litia'/><category term='Netbooks'/><category term='How to swim'/><category term='Xcountry'/><category term='TRIP'/><category term='My friends'/><category term='Tyla-Maries acrostic poem'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='Christchurch earthequakes'/><category term='Digital Story'/><category term='20 Hour Famine at School'/><title type='text'>Tyla-Marie at Pt England School</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a Year 6 student at Pt England School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 17 and my teacher is Miss Garden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PES Blog Gmail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430434432980030044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1888848094621197369</id><published>2012-02-23T10:36:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T10:46:09.787+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroach Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Dcq8cCq_0/T0VfbZPIrPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ExycdFFvTmg/s1600/20120220101254.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Dcq8cCq_0/T0VfbZPIrPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ExycdFFvTmg/s320/20120220101254.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- They are insects because it has 6 legs and 3 body parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3599714220035821"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- Cockroaches are found to be the fastest insects ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- They are also able live without a head for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- Imagine things as  old as dinosaurs because cockroaches are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- Cockroaches can live without food for 3 MONTHS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;- Disgusting facts is they can have 150 babies in a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-1888848094621197369?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1888848094621197369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/cockroach-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1888848094621197369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1888848094621197369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/cockroach-facts.html' title='Cockroach Facts'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Dcq8cCq_0/T0VfbZPIrPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ExycdFFvTmg/s72-c/20120220101254.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-8719044906996184992</id><published>2012-02-23T09:52:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T09:53:13.486+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vision Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_DzOGxgtY/T0VRR9DWb4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/582ujvS9kW8/s1600/20120223085839.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_DzOGxgtY/T0VRR9DWb4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/582ujvS9kW8/s1600/20120223085839.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the past couple of weeks Room17 has been working with Ms Muliaumasealii to create a vision board. We created another vision board on a piece of card board. They are now hanging on the walls for every one to see.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms Muliaumasealii asked us to create one on Tux Paint to post up on our blog. The words that are on the board are what I would like to achieve later in the year and what I thought best described me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_DzOGxgtY/T0VRR9DWb4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/582ujvS9kW8/s1600/20120223085839.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_DzOGxgtY/T0VRR9DWb4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/582ujvS9kW8/s400/20120223085839.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-8719044906996184992?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/8719044906996184992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-vision-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8719044906996184992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8719044906996184992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-vision-board.html' title='My Vision Board'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_DzOGxgtY/T0VRR9DWb4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/582ujvS9kW8/s72-c/20120223085839.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1655563448852447829</id><published>2012-02-20T10:34:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T10:03:10.939+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>Here are some facts about cockroaches. Along with the facts are pictures. Watch my presentation to find out information about cockroaches. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=dcx7st36_16dnzwjpgm" frameborder="0" width="410" height="342"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-1655563448852447829?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1655563448852447829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/cockroaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1655563448852447829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1655563448852447829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/cockroaches.html' title='Cockroaches'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-7583903389827565562</id><published>2012-02-20T09:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T09:58:17.071+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;b id="internal-source-marker_0.3854253673925996"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I am learning to write an introduction that hooks my audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Here are 3 versions. Which Monday Morning introduction do you like best and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Slowly getting up I tell my brothers to shhhhh and leave me alone. I mean it’s really hard being the only girl and listening to boys every Monday morning. I wish that school started late so my brothers wouldn’t have to yell at me to get up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Waking up on Monday mornings is really boring. I get up early and wait for the wake up call. Waiting for about 20 minutes I finally hear it, so I got out &amp;nbsp;bed, dragged my self to the lounge and grabbed my uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“GET UP TYLA GET UP TYLA IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL,!!!” my little brother was screaming. I was getting annoyed so I just got up and walked away. While he was eating breakfast I tried to sneak back to bed, but somehow he caught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-7583903389827565562?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/7583903389827565562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/monday-morning-introduction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7583903389827565562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7583903389827565562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/monday-morning-introduction.html' title='Monday Morning Introduction'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-290193718204183659</id><published>2012-02-15T09:37:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:37:15.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Me Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qBw6DRMugM/TzrDWjWWZsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vWcUqVnczq4/s1600/20120215092231.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qBw6DRMugM/TzrDWjWWZsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vWcUqVnczq4/s320/20120215092231.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5403850506991148"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I don't like two-jams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t climbing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like maths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like working out the problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like school work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like winter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like getting sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like oranges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like peeling them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like dogs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like the smell of the poo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like my bedroom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like cleaning it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I like diving in the pool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I don’t like it when my pants nearly slide off&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/7862197340198549625-290193718204183659?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/290193718204183659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-me-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/290193718204183659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/290193718204183659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-me-poem.html' title='My Me Poem'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qBw6DRMugM/TzrDWjWWZsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vWcUqVnczq4/s72-c/20120215092231.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1483665340128571920</id><published>2012-02-13T14:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:48:01.442+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruatapus Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvsMOKE_UEQ/Tzhrtse1wEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6z0NDCkdFTY/s1600/20120209091352.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvsMOKE_UEQ/Tzhrtse1wEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6z0NDCkdFTY/s320/20120209091352.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw5YSqAhmbQ/TzhruGAfU1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/irugDDlqxaU/s1600/20120209095750.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw5YSqAhmbQ/TzhruGAfU1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/irugDDlqxaU/s320/20120209095750.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week our reading group the 'kiwis' were reading a story about Ruatapus revenge. These are pictures I drew that reflect from the story. The two pictures are about Ruatapu turning into a taniwha and paikeah riding a whale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-1483665340128571920?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1483665340128571920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/ruatapus-revenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1483665340128571920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1483665340128571920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/ruatapus-revenge.html' title='Ruatapus Revenge'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvsMOKE_UEQ/Tzhrtse1wEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6z0NDCkdFTY/s72-c/20120209091352.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-9058202481228480964</id><published>2012-02-07T14:49:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:49:41.535+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to get LEGAL images on the Net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;teps to get LEGAL images on the net&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1: Type in keyword&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2: Click on the word 'Images'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3: Go to advanced search&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;4: Go to the bottom and click 'labeled&amp;nbsp;for reuse' then search image.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The images that then&amp;nbsp;appear&amp;nbsp;are the ones you can use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlSBuiL3iXo/TzCCem_HDQI/AAAAAAAAANg/4RCaVvcuoAY/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-02-07+at+2.22.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing my bop it game in the car I didn’t realize that we'ed pull up in front off the Okahu Park. &amp;nbsp;Joyfully hoping out of the car I waved to my nana and koro in the Urupa (Cemetery).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running down the hill I saw my aunties, uncles and cousins sitting under the trees. “ Merry Christmas!!” we were saying to them as we ran down the hill . “Merry Christmas” they called back. As I sat down my cousins ask for a turn on my Bop it game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUiFE5ghowo/TzBeBEec4kI/AAAAAAAAANY/QyDmQVt97tA/s1600/20120203105540.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUiFE5ghowo/TzBeBEec4kI/AAAAAAAAANY/QyDmQVt97tA/s320/20120203105540.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing on Bop it they pas the highscore. All I could think of was beating it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7862197340198549625-5875100792487812096?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/5875100792487812096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/christmas-holiday-highlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5875100792487812096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5875100792487812096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/christmas-holiday-highlight.html' title='Christmas Holiday Highlight'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUiFE5ghowo/TzBeBEec4kI/AAAAAAAAANY/QyDmQVt97tA/s72-c/20120203105540.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-7244601359666244865</id><published>2012-02-04T23:52:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:52:11.337+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Whakatane</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am having sooooooo much FUN down here in Whakatane with my family. Today my aunty and uncle took us for a tour around town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of the favourite places we went to was the water fall. Not far from the water fall was a cave that maori&amp;nbsp;people could live in.&amp;nbsp;At the water fall my cousin, brother, aunty, mum and I climbed the rocks to get a better view of the water. I slowly dipped my feet in and straight away I pulled them out as fast as I could because it was freezing cold.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My mum found a rock that people oin&amp;nbsp; the olden days would of used as knives. When I mean olden days, I mean A.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well after that we went to a beach in Ohope bay. The water there was so warm that you could have a nice bath in it. After we went to beach we went to the river just up the road from my aunty and uncles house. I was suprised because the river water was really clean.&amp;nbsp;You would think it taste like sea water but it just taste like normal water kind of. Any way, one more day to go and maybe tomorrow&amp;nbsp;will be even funner than today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-7244601359666244865?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/7244601359666244865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/fun-in-whakatane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7244601359666244865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7244601359666244865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/fun-in-whakatane.html' title='Fun in Whakatane'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4366638822618132606</id><published>2012-02-02T14:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:22:35.330+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suEHvdFacdw/TynkVcCTxUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Bys_1WRBPN0/s1600/20120202140937.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suEHvdFacdw/TynkVcCTxUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Bys_1WRBPN0/s400/20120202140937.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;At lunchtime, Ashlee and Jonita, my two best friends and I were walking around. We went from walking around to talking about our little brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4366638822618132606?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4366638822618132606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4366638822618132606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4366638822618132606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2012/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suEHvdFacdw/TynkVcCTxUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Bys_1WRBPN0/s72-c/20120202140937.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1096114984840501473</id><published>2011-12-14T10:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:14:46.112+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Megahealthfoodeleporter 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6433152286335826" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;       The world is under a blanket of pollution. This is no place for me to be staying and I need to go to another planet. I shall go to mars. Mars has similarities to earth and I could live on it. But not for a very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;        On mars there is no food which is why I have invented an invention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It is called the Megahealthfoodeleporter 10,000. &amp;nbsp;My invention would teleport &amp;nbsp;food from earth to mars. It would cut, clean and cook the food so that all I have to do is eat. But what if earth runs out of food? That is when the scrapfoodmakeanator comes in. It turns all of my scraps into food. That way I will never go hungry. I wish that mars was like earth where you can just go to the dairy up the road.&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/7862197340198549625-1096114984840501473?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1096114984840501473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/megahealthfoodeleporter-2000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1096114984840501473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1096114984840501473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/megahealthfoodeleporter-2000.html' title='Megahealthfoodeleporter 2000'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-2314168406606749563</id><published>2011-12-13T12:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:40:07.007+13:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Room 14 have been making up stories about what will happen in the future. &amp;nbsp;In my head I thought about 2450. I started to think the the world would be under a blanket of pollution. We then had to decide what planet to go and live on. 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All kids from year 5 and up now own them. We are writing a reflection of our netbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I really like that we are able to install fun and sensible games. The games are really fun and get my brain confused. We are so lucky because we are allowed to take our netbooks home in the weekend, weeknights and  Its really awesome because it is so easy to write with. Also when we make mistakes all we have to do is press ‘Backspace’. Its a mean lean educational machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;    I really dislike that we always have to wait for everything to load. Also when my brother always brags me to let him play. When I do I hate it when the teacher always tells us to work on the same thing for tons of days.&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/7862197340198549625-4158718170696055461?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4158718170696055461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/netbook-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4158718170696055461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4158718170696055461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/netbook-reflection.html' title='Netbook Reflection'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TbWNKlsHYFc/Tt_OscQMZiI/AAAAAAAAANI/_1Zs0K3vacc/s72-c/2011-12-08-093439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-2174121703456514860</id><published>2011-12-07T14:25:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:42:23.243+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote BRO LAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oy5wYIuV05I/Tt7A8JwTTYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r7yirGCgISk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B2.21.08%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oy5wYIuV05I/Tt7A8JwTTYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r7yirGCgISk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B2.21.08%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683191919431339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Extension group have been learning about the elections. We had to choose a party and learn about it. I chose to learn about Labour. They are the longest running party . They also have really good polices. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labour has been the winning party for many years. Unfortunately National took the winning place and labour lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an opportunity to choose if we would like to make up our own party or stick to the local ones.  I decided to make my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My party is called BRO LAND. This parties saying is "Less schools and more grass." This way kids can enjoy the nature that god gave us. Don't forget to vote for Tyla-Marie in BRO LAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-2174121703456514860?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/2174121703456514860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-extension-group-have-been-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2174121703456514860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2174121703456514860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-extension-group-have-been-learning.html' title='Vote BRO LAND'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oy5wYIuV05I/Tt7A8JwTTYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r7yirGCgISk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B2.21.08%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1390814819636789098</id><published>2011-11-18T10:58:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:00:36.359+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stardome'/><title type='text'>Stardome Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.15885059186257422" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;“ Could my day get any worst?” thinking in my head as I tramped up One Tree Hill. “I reckon that this trip would have to be the worst!!!” I couldn’t believe that some of the kids were even RUNNING up the mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;This was our term 4 trip. I thought we were meant to be going to STARDOME, not One Tree Hill. As our class room 14 were walking, there was an awesome view of Auckland. Finally we were at the summit. As well as the terrific view, there was also a piece of writing that had information about Maungakiekie(One Tree Hill).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Besides all that, my favourite part was the crater. I especially loved that we got to slide down the edges of it. I remember one time  when me and my friend Porscha were on one really high side. As soon as she looked down she freaked out. It was so hilarious. I’m such a sad friend. Sadly the fun ended. The really funny thing was that I went to STARDOME with a brown bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Finishing off my lunch, we headed off to STARDOME. Walking in, I thought it was going to be BORING. But then, it was totally AWESOME. Our guide teacher Petra, showed us where to put our bags. Then lead us to a special room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;In the room there were lent back seats.We watched a movie about space. It was kind of cool. The only thing I liked was that we got to look up and the screen made us feel like we were moving. After that we looked around then headed off back to school.&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/7862197340198549625-1390814819636789098?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1390814819636789098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/11/stardome-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1390814819636789098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1390814819636789098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/11/stardome-trip.html' title='Stardome Trip'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1998261504056236783</id><published>2011-11-17T09:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:27:13.100+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Fawkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style=";color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9022986507043242" style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;Way back in 1605, 12 catholic men from England were so mad at James 1st that they wanted to blow the parliamentary especially a man named Guy Fawkes and kill the king. Getting hold of 36 barrels of gun powder, Guy stored them in the Britain's house of parliament. One man was kind enough to send a note to the people of parliamentary and told them to stay away from building. This note was passed on to the king and boy were they in deep trouble. As Guy was in the cellar going to blow it up, the authorities came and executed him. He was then hung, drawn and quartered. Tough luck for him. Watch this and try and picture it!!! 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That's meant to mean OUTTA SPACE. &amp;nbsp;Looking around it didn’t look like it was. I was puzzled. To me the teachers looked like &amp;nbsp;ballet dancers and robots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To start the assembly off Mr Burt (our principal) told us a story about Maui and the sun. After, he announced, “ Lets give a round of applause for team 1!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Team 1’s item was a movie about them finding the sun, (just like the story Mr Burt told us.) &amp;nbsp;Watching the start I didn’t really get it. But I then realised when it got to the end. I’m not a fast thinker these days. &amp;nbsp;Over all it was a pretty funny movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; My favourite team though was team 3. They also had a movie. Before the movie Mrs Barks showed the little kids what gravity is. She explained how there’s a force that pulls us to the ground. I reckon that the little kids were kind of confused. Finally it got to the end of her talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the movie, fascinating facts about astronauts were explained to us about how they eat and go to the toilet in space. Astronauts use a thing called Velcro so that there food doesn’t float around. Velcro helps things stick to the astronaut suit. The disgusting part was a man explaining how they toilet. Would you want to know how astronauts go toilet? I didn’t think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Full of disappointment, it all came to an end. I really think that this term is going to be awesome Time to start off the term with an awesome 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/7862197340198549625-2188719845374999862?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/2188719845374999862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-usual-we-had-immersion-assembly-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2188719845374999862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2188719845374999862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-usual-we-had-immersion-assembly-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-6823035382513533869</id><published>2011-10-17T15:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:00:50.536+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Walking to the G.I. Pools, it was really cold. Half way there, I saw my mum drive past. She waved to me and I waved back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On entering the pool, I was no longer cold. While getting changed, I was kind of &amp;nbsp;nervous because I hadn’t swam in a long time.When I walked out, I had a quick shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jumping in the pool, my feet started to get cold because the water was cold. Getting more nervous it was my turn to swim. I hopped in the pool with a big splash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With a powerful kick, I was gliding gracefully under the water. Skimming along the bottom of the pool I felt like a mermaid. Rising to the surface, I started doing co-ordinated movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I started to get near the end, my perseverance and determination started drain. Jumping out of the pool, a shock of cold electrified my body. I went back to line up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After my next few swims, Mr Somerville (our swimming teacher) said “Ok, 5 minutes free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-6823035382513533869?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/6823035382513533869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6823035382513533869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6823035382513533869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Ms Squires</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-754151414942535950</id><published>2011-10-03T09:32:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:33:19.099+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Valentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5178423030301929" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Hump back whales are known for their magical songs which travel distances through the great oceans of the world. These are either moans, cries, howls and other noises. Have you ever saved a whales life before. Well a man named Michael Fishbach saved one.On Valentines day 2011 Michael and his family had a rare opportunity to save a whales life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Applying the seas of Cortez he came upon a whale that seemed to be dead. They were floating &amp;nbsp;for several minutes next to the whale but there were no signs of life. Suddenly the whale force fully exhaled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Michael decided to dive in the water to solve the situation. He then noticed that the whale was really tangled in the gill net type used by fishermen. As he swam along side the whale, their eyes met but there were no words they could share. Michael wanted to let the whale know he was there to help. If I was him I wouldnt of done that because things like that are potentially dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; It took some effort to stay focused giving great promotion of the moment. Despite this beautiful trapped and so close to death animal. Michael was scared because he knew that the whale was frightened and that one little panic movement could kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; The situation was bleak. It’s tail was tangled in SO MUCH gear, it was weighed down about 15 feet from the surface. Both pectoral fins were pined to the sides of the whales body. The whale then started to get frightened and fatigue. Luckily, Michael freed his dorsal fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They found a little sharp knife that could cut through the net. After several of minutes maybe even an hour they got more bits free. Cutting frantically at the net they finally freed the whale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As happy as a baby with candy, the whale swam off in joy. When at about a 50 feet away, he started breaching. He did about 40 breaches. This was a good sign. I had never seen a animal as happy as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Michael and his family then named the whale Valentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&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/7862197340198549625-754151414942535950?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/754151414942535950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/saving-valentina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/754151414942535950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/754151414942535950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/10/saving-valentina.html' title='Saving Valentina'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-5763347015375464276</id><published>2011-09-27T15:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:01:05.854+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Duffy Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSojemJzXMs/ToEuH5Ac_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0FrhXUGFbdQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-27+at+14.59+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSojemJzXMs/ToEuH5Ac_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0FrhXUGFbdQ/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-27+at+14.59+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so happy that the Bucklands Beach Lions club are genirous enough to give us these taonga. I would like to thank them for giving them to us. Every year all the classes get to choose 1 or if they're lucky 2. The books I chose this year were Goose Bumbs HorrorLand and Pancake Attack. I really love to read these books. Do you like reading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-5763347015375464276?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/5763347015375464276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/09/duffy-books.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5763347015375464276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5763347015375464276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/09/duffy-books.html' title='Duffy Books'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSojemJzXMs/ToEuH5Ac_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0FrhXUGFbdQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-09-27+at+14.59+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-6281818609278658921</id><published>2011-09-15T09:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:29:23.566+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Kilometer run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xcountry'/><title type='text'>2 Kilometer Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8309844654935334" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;    Waiting for Mr Burt  to say go, I was  getting  so nervous even  though my friend and I weren’t running. My friend and I were sitting  down watching every one line up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;   “GO” shouted Mr Burt. Off went the 5 yr old boys. At the top of my  voice I was screaming “GO BOBBY-JON GO.” He looked like a little green  cheetah running across the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;    As the ages kept on getting higher and higher we saw team 4 walking  down to the reserve to run the 2 kilometer race. I thought they were  trying to torture us  but of course they were not. Why would they. Our  teachers aren’t that mean are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Running  to the play ground we were trying to find our friends. As we got up on  the rock wall we tried to get a better view.  We couldn't see them so we  didn’t bother.  So then we ran to the end of the field to try and get a  closer look. But still no sight of our friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;   We were hoping that at least one of our friends were going to come 1st 2nd or  3rd. Sadly none of them did, but that’s okay. As everyone started coming to  the finish line, Jonita and I were encouraging them to finish the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;  At the end of the day every one was a winner. Well at least nearly every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-6281818609278658921?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/6281818609278658921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-kilometer-torchour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6281818609278658921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6281818609278658921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-kilometer-torchour.html' title='2 Kilometer Torture'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-6453776140677857579</id><published>2011-08-29T14:42:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:35:19.680+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivienne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TYLA-MARIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Litia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digestive System'/><title type='text'>The Year 6 Girls and Tyla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   For the past week, our extension group has been looking at water around the world. When I say around the world I mean East Timor and Africa. We created a movie of what goes on in your body. We learnt about what happens to a healthy body and an unhealthy body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   The group I was in was with Litia, Brooklyn, Vivienne, Chante and me. We made this little movie so we know what happens with your digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  If I was to rate our group out of 10 I would give us an 8. I give us an 8 because it wasn't perfect but it was pretty good and had a little humor in it. What would you give us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  The bit of the movie is not a very nice looking part but I was cool with it. Even though I had to to the person going to the toilet I still enjoyed creating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So sit back relax and enjoy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-add643aadb1f8cb2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadd643aadb1f8cb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332274631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7806F60A1D15461C2E91F92BEE49DC932116762A.7EBD86A1EB627468D9228459B2671D06662304D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadd643aadb1f8cb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhovGfnxpHn-qjb4NhqB2k1xjOaU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadd643aadb1f8cb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332274631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7806F60A1D15461C2E91F92BEE49DC932116762A.7EBD86A1EB627468D9228459B2671D06662304D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadd643aadb1f8cb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhovGfnxpHn-qjb4NhqB2k1xjOaU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-6453776140677857579?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/6453776140677857579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-6-girls-and-tyla.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6453776140677857579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6453776140677857579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-6-girls-and-tyla.html' title='The Year 6 Girls and Tyla'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-3700632958849937302</id><published>2011-08-17T10:16:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:22:23.047+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vimeo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Since BOTH of our movies did NOT win in the I AM Making Movies 2 this year, we decided to try again in a different movie making competition in Tauranga! Witness the AWESOME movie EVER!!!(We did all of this by ourselves!!!) Hope you enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26352033?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=969696" width="580" height="326" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://vimeo.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-3700632958849937302?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/3700632958849937302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/since-both-of-our-movies-did-not-win-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3700632958849937302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3700632958849937302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/since-both-of-our-movies-did-not-win-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-8006580178902642422</id><published>2011-08-17T09:56:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:52:43.253+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby History'/><title type='text'>Where The Rugby Ball Originally Came From</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9bPnc8z_XY/ToJTitcUHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZbCKEtcGVEY/s1600/Rugby+world+cup.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9bPnc8z_XY/ToJTitcUHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZbCKEtcGVEY/s320/Rugby+world+cup.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you  ever wondered where  a rugby-ball originally came from?  Well its a pretty disgusting story. A rugby ball originally came from a pigs bladder.A.K.A WHERE PIGS PEE FROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they use a pigs bladder as a rugby ball your asking. Well, people in the 1800’s use to cut it, out wash it, then blow it up. The disgusting was that they blew it up with their mouths. Is that yuk or what. That is like so unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they blew it up with a smoking pipe. That way they didn’t have to put their mouths on that really unhygienic thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we don’t use those disgusting things,we use man made rubber. At least its hygienic not like the 1800’s balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-8006580178902642422?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/8006580178902642422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-rugby-ball-originally-came-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8006580178902642422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8006580178902642422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-rugby-ball-originally-came-from.html' title='Where The Rugby Ball Originally Came From'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9bPnc8z_XY/ToJTitcUHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZbCKEtcGVEY/s72-c/Rugby+world+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-5987166007671622634</id><published>2011-08-17T09:50:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:54:12.322+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby World Cup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6802513021975756" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Ubuntu; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Turning up late to school, I was wondering what the topic for this term was. As soon as I sat down in the hall I asked the boys sitting next to me, Calvin and Jacob, if the Immersion Assembly had just started.  “Yes”, they replied. The whole school was there (except the year 7’s and 8’s) to find what the topic for the term was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Ubuntu; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Ubuntu; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; Mr Burt announced that we are learning about the RUGBY WORLD CUP (or in other words it was called) Keep Your Eye On The Ball. Every term on the first day our teachers in each year put on an act. This terms funniest team was team3. Their act was the BOMB!!! (Not literally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;       Their one was classic. It  was like a game. The aim of the game was to finish your bowl of Weet-Bix without your hands. Teachers had to find a partner in the audience to help them eat it . The way they helped them was, they stood behind them, took a hold of the spoon and had to aim it to their mouth. The first one to finish was the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;     Of-course you called tell that Miss Lavakula was going to cheat . When it finished the last team finished their act we went back to class to start the first day of term 3 awesomely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Ubuntu; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&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/7862197340198549625-5987166007671622634?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/5987166007671622634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/turning-up-late-to-school-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5987166007671622634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/5987166007671622634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/turning-up-late-to-school-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4816140001869842193</id><published>2011-08-08T11:05:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:08:44.112+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTAT TRIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TYLA-MARIE'/><title type='text'>M.O.T.A.T. Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a little movie from our M.O.T.A.T trip. Hope you enjoy. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=044391d802"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=044391d802" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4816140001869842193?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4816140001869842193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/motat-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4816140001869842193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4816140001869842193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/motat-trip.html' title='M.O.T.A.T. Trip'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-3547884236060586210</id><published>2011-08-02T11:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:04:52.086+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Term3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>Keep our Eyes On The Ball</title><content type='html'>Turning up late to school I was wondering what the topic is for this term. Sitting down in the hall I asked the boys sitting next to me Calvin and Jacob if it just started,  “Yes”, they replied. The whole school was there except the year 7’s and 8’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      We are learning about the RUGBY WORLD CUP (or in other words it was called) Keep Your Eye On The Ball. Every term on the first day our teachers in each year put on an act. This Terms funniest team was team3. Their act was the BOMB!!! (Not literally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      There one was classic. It  was like a game. The aim of the game was to finish your bowl of Weet-Bix with out your hands. Teachers had to find a partner in the audience to help them eat it . The way they helped them was, they stood behind them took held of the spoon and had to aim it to their mouth. The first one to finish was the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Of-course you called tell that Miss Lavakula was going to cheat. When it finished the last team finished their act we went back to class to start the first day of term 3 awesomely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-3547884236060586210?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/3547884236060586210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-our-eyes-on-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3547884236060586210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3547884236060586210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-our-eyes-on-ball.html' title='Keep our Eyes On The Ball'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-8877917908830748857</id><published>2011-07-13T12:12:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:14:40.299+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Making Competition Entry</title><content type='html'>Since BOTH of our movies did NOT win in the I AM Making Movies 2 this year, we decided to try again in a different movie making competition in Tauranga! Witness the AWESOME movie EVER!!!(We did all of this by ourselves!!!) Hope you enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26352033" frameborder="0" height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26352033"&gt;The Stanley Steamer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6366644"&gt;Team 4 Pes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-8877917908830748857?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/8877917908830748857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/07/movie-making-competition-entry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8877917908830748857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8877917908830748857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/07/movie-making-competition-entry.html' title='Movie Making Competition Entry'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-6076389580676656751</id><published>2011-07-04T10:31:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:39:44.057+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem All About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMl4qx9nkVE/ThEn5ADGXZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mEVE4UUStPA/s1600/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMl4qx9nkVE/ThEn5ADGXZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mEVE4UUStPA/s200/image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321269781486994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tyla-Marie&lt;br /&gt;Strong,pretty,funny,brainy&lt;br /&gt;Sibling of two annoying brothers Kaiden and John-Amour&lt;br /&gt;Lover of Manderines&lt;br /&gt;Who Fears big dogs&lt;br /&gt;Who gives money to world vision/40 Hour Famine&lt;br /&gt;Who would like to see a bear&lt;br /&gt;Resident of Glen Innes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-6076389580676656751?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/6076389580676656751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/07/poem-all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6076389580676656751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6076389580676656751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/07/poem-all-about-me.html' title='Poem All About Me'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMl4qx9nkVE/ThEn5ADGXZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mEVE4UUStPA/s72-c/image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-7499159681031518883</id><published>2011-06-02T14:09:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:11:20.019+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Making Movies 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TYLA-MARIE'/><title type='text'>I Am Making Movies 2 Entry</title><content type='html'>Here is a movie created by Kaycee, Jonita,Calvin and me with the help of our extension teacher and some year six's to give us some tips. This movie was an entry for the I am Making Movies 2 competition. The movie is about three kids who were meant to go to kapa haka practice but they go to the musem instead. When they go the musem they learn more about there culture. Hope you enjoy our movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=24296534&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=24296534&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24296534"&gt;Past Connections&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6045061"&gt;SchoolTV&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-7499159681031518883?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/7499159681031518883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-is-movie-created-by-kaycee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7499159681031518883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7499159681031518883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-is-movie-created-by-kaycee.html' title='I Am Making Movies 2 Entry'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-8737844202916283454</id><published>2011-06-02T09:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:11:54.664+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archimedes Invetions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TYLA-MARIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Term2'/><title type='text'>Archimedes Inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CUBii_ZTfo/Tea5GD58h3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PNrmp7WkItQ/s1600/Screenshot-11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CUBii_ZTfo/Tea5GD58h3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PNrmp7WkItQ/s320/Screenshot-11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613377499342604146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some  scientist mathematicians in the ancient world were not as good as  Archimedes. Who is Archimedes you are probably wondering? Archimedes is a  man who invented many things in his  ancient Greek days. People in the  ancient world looked up to him as the master and the wise one. No-one  forgot him in those days. Archimedes was the last mathematicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archimedes  was born at 287 B.C. in Syracuse Sicily.  He interested in inventing  from his dad Phidias. sometimes he so busy that he would forget to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Archimedes invented a ship shaking device called the Claw. He invented it in 214  B.C.. The Claw was invented to ward off  attacking Roman ships. The claw was made by 2 poles, a pulley system and a large hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    His inventions are not like the inventions today. That is Archimedes and how he grew up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-8737844202916283454?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/8737844202916283454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-scientist-mathematicians-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8737844202916283454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8737844202916283454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-scientist-mathematicians-in.html' title='Archimedes Inventions'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CUBii_ZTfo/Tea5GD58h3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PNrmp7WkItQ/s72-c/Screenshot-11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-1016766045163618087</id><published>2011-05-27T18:43:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:08:44.176+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PORSCHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TYLA-MARIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Hour Famine at School'/><title type='text'>20 Hour Famine At school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEtHnA1lrxs/Td9PcceNJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0SYT3P3tUWk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.02.41%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEtHnA1lrxs/Td9PcceNJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0SYT3P3tUWk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.02.41%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611291010824742642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is from my friend Porscha and me who were experiencing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night of the 20 hour famine. The 20 hour famine is to help us realise what children from East Timor are going through. We are also doing a fundraiser so the kids in East Timor can get some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up talking and food. My friend Porscha is giving up food. Some of the kids are doing it as well. To fundraise ,we get a 20 hour famine booklet where you ask your family to sponsor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that we can eat are Barley sugar and drink just juice. The most favorite thing is that we get to stay up until 11:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-1016766045163618087?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/1016766045163618087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-hour-famine-at-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1016766045163618087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/1016766045163618087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-hour-famine-at-school.html' title='20 Hour Famine At school'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEtHnA1lrxs/Td9PcceNJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0SYT3P3tUWk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-27%2Bat%2B7.02.41%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-3448645434230126416</id><published>2011-05-27T14:32:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:38:15.781+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>How to Survive In The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7387832082383642"&gt;  In order to be able to survive in water, you have to know how to do  co-ordinated movements and have the ability to float. Firstly your arms  have to be straight and move with steady strokes. A key tip is to keep  your fingers together and scoop your hands through the water. Secondly  is to kick powerfully to get some speed. To have the ability to float,  you to keep your stomach up and lie straight while doing your  co-ordinated movements. Those are the main steps for surviving in the  water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-3448645434230126416?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/3448645434230126416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-survive-in-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3448645434230126416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3448645434230126416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-survive-in-water.html' title='How to Survive In The Water'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-2784907620883881239</id><published>2011-05-11T09:40:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:24:13.996+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who invented chewing gum'/><title type='text'>Who Invented Chewing-Gum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIa7TC6QsVE/Tcm5sByJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S5THQ1aQiYY/s1600/Screenshot-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIa7TC6QsVE/Tcm5sByJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S5THQ1aQiYY/s320/Screenshot-8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605215377283472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered who invented chewing-gum?&lt;br /&gt;Well a man called Adam smith was working with rubber in his factory. He had a little lump of chicle.Chicle comes from the sap of a rubbery gum tree. He decided to pop it in his mouth.He chewed it and chewed it but it still stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly Adam came up with a bright idea to heat it up and add a mint flavor to it. He called it chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In 1872,he started to sell it in a small factory.He tried to get shop keepers to sell it but they refused.Since they didn't sell it, a company called Tuttie Fruity sold it in slot machines.You can now buy it at rail ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thats who made chewing gum and how it was invented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-2784907620883881239?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/2784907620883881239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-invented-chewing-gum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2784907620883881239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2784907620883881239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-invented-chewing-gum.html' title='Who Invented Chewing-Gum?'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIa7TC6QsVE/Tcm5sByJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S5THQ1aQiYY/s72-c/Screenshot-8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-7387651356574775543</id><published>2011-05-03T12:00:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:01:34.671+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Easter Egg Hunt Ever'/><title type='text'>The Biggest Easter Egg Hunt Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7507173788373501"&gt;“Easter  egg hunt,Easter egg hunt”,Sifa was calling to everyone. Here’s your  clue and your team.”You guys are the red team and you’re the blue,”the  adults  were saying to the kids. My Dad’s family were having an Easter  egg hunt which started at our Auntie Sifa and Auntie Amiria’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;     Our team captain Mina got our first clue which took us to our first  egg. Looking for the egg we were all panicking because the other team  already had theirs and we were still looking for our one. My cousin  Byron was just standing there because he didn’t want to tell anyone that  he had eaten it until Mina asked him. He ended up crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;    Moving on to our next clue we were even more panicked because we  couldn't  find the second Easter egg either,  or the third.Finally we  found 1 one in a planter box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;”What does the clue say?” Mina asked excitedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“It says you will find your next egg at 28 Holland Ave” one the teenagers sighed. They were puffed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;   Sprinting to the next egg I could hardly breathe. “Where’s the egg?” everyone was saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;”They took it, that's the same with all the other eggs” Mina answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;    “Come-on guy’s we’re nearly finished, just 1 more egg. Look it’s over  there!!!”one of the big boys exclaimed. Reading the next clue, Mina  straight away thought she had it. The clue said we had to bow down to  Mina’s dad but we bowed down to her Mum by mistake because she didn’t  read the whole clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-7387651356574775543?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/7387651356574775543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/biggest-easter-egg-hunt-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7387651356574775543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7387651356574775543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/05/biggest-easter-egg-hunt-ever.html' title='The Biggest Easter Egg Hunt Ever'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-2687223755634786482</id><published>2011-04-14T14:43:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:53:21.767+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Yay,it's time to perform!!!"It's the time for our final glee performance.Nervously walking behind the stage I kept on getting`more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;      Waiting on the on the wings of the stage everyone was giving each other hugs for good luck.While our Glee teacher Miss M was telling the whole school what the performance was going to be about. 2 minutes later We got in our position on the stage. In the center of the ,Chante was dancing like a ballerina and on the sides Miss M and Awhina were doing a karanga. As the music kept on going on everybody else started doing there part of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;       My group was called the reading group,the next group was a P.E.N.N group then rugby, netball and cultural group.This part of the performance was the drama. All of the groups were dancing on that one stage. It wasn't too squashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Time for the fun bit. Lepa was introducing glee, as he came on to the stage "Introducing senior glee....and junior glee."This feels so embarrassing"thinking in my head while dancing.Finally it was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I hope I'll get the opportunity again to be in another thing like this.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little video of the performance.Enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22209019" frameborder="0" height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22209019"&gt;Glee Performance&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6366644"&gt;Team 4 Pes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-2687223755634786482?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/2687223755634786482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/yayits-time-to-performits-time-for-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2687223755634786482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2687223755634786482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/yayits-time-to-performits-time-for-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-6342832282454812683</id><published>2011-04-14T14:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:20:13.038+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>My Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22373462" frameborder="0" height="220" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22373462"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-6342832282454812683?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/6342832282454812683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-profile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6342832282454812683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/6342832282454812683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-profile.html' title='My Profile'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-8609557098466854128</id><published>2011-04-08T10:35:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:38:44.020+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>Skating At Skateland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: -54pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.8476851069806637"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;           Entering the skating rink I was kind of nervous because I  haven’t skated in like three years!! As I stepped into the rink it felt  like I was going to slip because the floor was too smooth. “I’m a  bird”,I kept on saying to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: -54pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;          ”Whooooa!!!” Who was that? UILI!!!!!”I yelled while all most  falling over. Gliding around the rink I saw my uncle Myke. Swerving  quickly to help other people, he made me scared because I thought he  would fall on me. I’m not joking about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: -54pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;           I fell on one elbow  and was screaming  in pain. You couldn't  see any tears coming out of my eyes although it was really saw. Moving  unsteadily, I pulled my self off the ground and slowly clutched on to  the side of the rink. Resting on the seats,I looked at my elbow. All I  could see was a big bump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: -54pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;            “If you want to race,come line up”,I heard the man say.Not  caring about my elbow I clipped my skates back up and rolled over to the  racing line.Lining up my elbow was more sore than before. That didn’t  bother me.”On your marks get set and go!!!whoahh”I was coming last but  then I    caught up to Jonita she fell over . Now  I’m past  Jaylee .   I’m coming 3rd place, thats only because the rest of the girls fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: -54pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;              I decided to stay in the rink.”wow I’m going really  fast”(NOT EVEN)  “you got 20 more minutes girls so make the most of”said  Mr Marks.By the time we left my elbow was  a little better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-8609557098466854128?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/8609557098466854128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/skating-at-skateland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8609557098466854128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/8609557098466854128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/skating-at-skateland.html' title='Skating At Skateland'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4613935248819903997</id><published>2011-04-06T14:14:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:17:13.428+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Story'/><title type='text'>Tyla-Marie's Digital Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22008260?color=f50b02" width="500" height="281" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22008260"&gt;Tyla-Marie's Digital Story&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6045061"&gt;SchoolTV&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This is a video created by Tyla-Marie with the help from Erin Barrett and Doctor Barrett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4613935248819903997?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4613935248819903997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyla-maries-digital-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4613935248819903997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4613935248819903997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyla-maries-digital-story.html' title='Tyla-Marie&apos;s Digital Story'/><author><name>Tyla-Marie W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704018470996043053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-2023930837199968275</id><published>2011-03-28T10:21:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:23:34.617+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are a few paragraph's that Tyla and Jorja made up about the hydroslide at swimarama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-2023930837199968275?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/2023930837199968275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-few-paragraphs-that-tyla-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2023930837199968275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/2023930837199968275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-few-paragraphs-that-tyla-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Room14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4011055910867504703</id><published>2011-03-28T10:08:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:35:51.155+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp At Swimarama Pool's On The Hydroslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" id="internal-source-marker_0.6014947796121302"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Lets go see if it's our turn on the hydroslide," I said.  "Your just in time girls","Yas!!" We went to line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervously  waiting in the humongous line of the  Hydro-slide, I couldn’t wait to  jump in.. I was getting more nervous as I waited because my  jaws were shivering for nothing. Finally  my turn came and I was  standing there for  green light so I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooming  down the pitch black hydro-slide  water was splashing in my  face. As  going down, I was spinning around and around.  At last I was at the  bottom and then lined up again once more.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4011055910867504703?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4011055910867504703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp-at-swimarama-pools-on-hydroslide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4011055910867504703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4011055910867504703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp-at-swimarama-pools-on-hydroslide.html' title='Camp At Swimarama Pool&apos;s On The Hydroslide'/><author><name>Room14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-3782482552801812340</id><published>2011-03-21T09:51:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:44:04.340+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Picnic</title><content type='html'>Excitedly waiting in the hall chatting to my friends about the picnic got me into trouble.The picnic is when he whole school goes down to Point.England reserve and have plenty of fun stuff like Playing on the beach,having sack race's,dance or even just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     While traveling over ,me an d my two friends  lost our teacher.Luckily my friends dad was there.When we got there nearly everyone sat down and started eating.It looked like everyone was really starving.My friends said,"lets go and walk around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Later on in the day the girls and the boys had a competition at sack racing.I was getting board so I started to dance.Everyone saw me so they started to dance as well.Boys were getting jealous so they had a dance battle with us.I reckon that only me and rocky were going hard out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Y.M.C.A.",people were singing.I heard so I started to dance again.Teachers were filming me so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Lets go calm down now",My friend said."karaoke's on", my friend said so we watched a little bit.By  the time we left it was finished.Lucky,we left at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "Back to school",I sighed.Everyone looked like they could hardly stand on there feet.The next day I couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-3782482552801812340?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/3782482552801812340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-picnic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3782482552801812340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/3782482552801812340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-picnic.html' title='My Picnic'/><author><name>Room14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4954352128577643801</id><published>2011-02-23T10:24:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:06:22.037+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christchurch earthequakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>Earthquakes Strike Again in Christchurch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wbe5oU_1PA/TWQuoEfc01I/AAAAAAAAAys/Fa9EaZXtgrg/s1600/Screenshot-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wbe5oU_1PA/TWQuoEfc01I/AAAAAAAAAys/Fa9EaZXtgrg/s400/Screenshot-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576633504526816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastating news has been confirmed  that Christchurch suffered from another bad earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Although the earthquake measured  6.3  magnitude, the damages were worse than  before.The last earthquake was deeper down in the ground but this one  was shallower and that’s what caused most of the damage. Since September  Christchurch has been having little after shocks  until this big one .&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad and sorry for the kids in Christchurch who have had to  suffer  through this kind of stuff.Especially for the people who have lost their loved  ones and homes. May luck and hope be with them.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4954352128577643801?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4954352128577643801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/devastating-news-has-been-confirmed.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4954352128577643801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4954352128577643801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/devastating-news-has-been-confirmed.html' title='Earthquakes Strike Again in Christchurch'/><author><name>Room14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wbe5oU_1PA/TWQuoEfc01I/AAAAAAAAAys/Fa9EaZXtgrg/s72-c/Screenshot-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-4370606205995061899</id><published>2011-02-21T12:30:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:08:06.060+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoPLUQMHF3c/TWGk8uq0owI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SPMFGVtJpPs/s1600/BFF%2527s"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 302px; float: left; height: 226px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575919176888132354" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoPLUQMHF3c/TWGk8uq0owI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SPMFGVtJpPs/s400/BFF%2527s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jonita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jorja&lt;/span&gt;.At school we always hang out together.Sometimes we even go and check on our little cousins together.We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reckon&lt;/span&gt; that well stick together for the rest of our lives.I have one other friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; been in my class's since I started school  her name is Ashlee.I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reckon&lt;/span&gt; that we're  all the best  friends ever!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4370606205995061899?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4370606205995061899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4370606205995061899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4370606205995061899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Room14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoPLUQMHF3c/TWGk8uq0owI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SPMFGVtJpPs/s72-c/BFF%2527s' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862197340198549625.post-7599280976868311713</id><published>2011-02-17T12:03:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:22:41.621+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyla Marie'/><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKQmx6173GE/TV2T_7G9WWI/AAAAAAAAArE/qMWLpN4hick/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-18%2Bat%2B10.31.17%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKQmx6173GE/TV2T_7G9WWI/AAAAAAAAArE/qMWLpN4hick/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-18%2Bat%2B10.31.17%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574774640162462050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waitangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; day is an exciting day for most Maoris.  It's also an exciting day for my family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, my aunty's family and my uncles family came with us as well. My uncles daughters asked if I wanted to go with them to walk around, so I did. The girls names are Harley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Alex and Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around we saw my cousins Richie and Josh.They were with their friend Kora.They were going to the wharf.They asked if we wanted to go.The girls said yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there I needed to go to the toilet,but there were no toilets so I jumped off the wharf and went.  One of my cousins needed to go so she jumped in with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back I got in trouble because I wasn't meant to jump.So did my cousin Krystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-7599280976868311713?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/7599280976868311713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7599280976868311713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/7599280976868311713'/><link rel='alternate' 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acrostic poem about my friend Jonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   J oyfull and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   O is for o-some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nice and kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I s good at singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   T alented at dancing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   A lways has a great attitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862197340198549625-4946724404334434655?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/4946724404334434655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-acrostic-poem-about-jonita.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862197340198549625/posts/default/4946724404334434655'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;akes&lt;/span&gt; charge of herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; I'm&lt;/span&gt; also brainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oves&lt;/span&gt; to sing and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt; at netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ostly&lt;/span&gt; good at athletics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lways&lt;/span&gt; is responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unning&lt;/span&gt; is my thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I&lt;/span&gt;s always active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xcellent&lt;/span&gt; at swimming and reading&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/7862197340198549625-433520644241702691?l=pestylamariew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/feeds/433520644241702691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pestylamariew.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-acrostic-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have a blog of my own at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All the work that has been published on my class blog in 2010 with Mrs Barks can be viewed if &lt;a href="http://pesbarks.blogspot.com/search/label/Tyla-Marie"&gt;you click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br 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First when I laid down and put my legs on the ground, I quickly lifted them up because the grass was tickling my legs and felt prickly. Then I slowly got used to it. I could hear a cicada clicking like a clock, a lawn mower, and birds cheerfully chirping, while the sun was beating down on me. Mrs. Barks told us to look up at the sky and see if we could see any billowy clouds up above. And yes I could. I could see a dinosaur, an elephant, a puppy, and a little bunny. As I was staring at the bunny, it was moving like the whole world was in slow motion. When I finished looking up at the cloud animals, Mrs. Barks told us to move in the shade. As I laid down and was listening, I could hear the wind making a whistling noide as if there was a ghost in the air. 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