<?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-6228227882680924357</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:25:36.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace "Bunna" Joekay</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a loving family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7496805988645633686</id><published>2010-05-23T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T03:01:59.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Brake Up~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This years brake up was not very fun like last year and those years I was growing up. But it was kind of interesting because the ice was jamming and the ice was slowing down. Well seen some big ice plus people were fetching some maqi logs. Every year this happens people who maqi's fetch some good logs some would be big and some would be small. These pictures here was taken durning the brake up by Francis "my future husband" and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jsvdIidZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yFir_qmn4is/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jsvdIidZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yFir_qmn4is/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474385647087285650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is a cute picture of my sister Irene and I like this because it has the view of the ice and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jucV7c9-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xdsvYkb6Fow/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jucV7c9-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xdsvYkb6Fow/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474387517759092706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is taken by our jungle where we can see apaskiak airport from there. This is also a good picture because how you can see all the ice that stopped. If you can see also the sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; and wood that are with the ice here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jyGtNC33I/AAAAAAAAAO8/GRCw5a5-IFk/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jyGtNC33I/AAAAAAAAAO8/GRCw5a5-IFk/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474391544096284530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Francis, Nathan, Bethany, Andraya and I went off to the jungle to cheap out how much ice was back there. It was a fun walk over there but scary for me because we had these three younger kids with us.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j1EDYOZFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tiNMBT4YQh8/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j1EDYOZFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tiNMBT4YQh8/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474394797044032594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This here is the jungle because with this big tree it has back there. In the picture is Nathan, Bethany and Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j5Vh8p3_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xlXRcIHgUiM/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j5Vh8p3_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xlXRcIHgUiM/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474399495354179570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, this is me. I am here on the root of a log. My future husband took this picture and said he liked it because of the background and I also like it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j66hiPGQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zc1TN-6Q1AE/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j66hiPGQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zc1TN-6Q1AE/s320/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474401230410160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The other picture is Francis another picture I took that almost just like mine which I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j8DWSV8OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7VCFlr-jsqg/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_j8DWSV8OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7VCFlr-jsqg/s320/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474402481521160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last picture I took and liked because of the sunset with these two guys Nick and Francis here posing like girls. I told them to do this because I was too bored plus this would be a good picture to show how our brake up was this year. Hope you liked these pictures and the comments I added them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7496805988645633686?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7496805988645633686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7496805988645633686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7496805988645633686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7496805988645633686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/05/brake-up.html' title='~Brake Up~'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_jsvdIidZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yFir_qmn4is/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2125324481126158937</id><published>2010-05-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:41:31.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Started Like A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_W0rwFil5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qplPZ5kBpgQ/s1600/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_W0rwFil5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qplPZ5kBpgQ/s320/Image136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473479585874220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sign "Started Like A" is my titled for today. From being too bored I wanted to write this on a paper and drew it with a pencil. This right here popped up in my head and wanted to post it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started Like A&lt;br /&gt;Monkey on a rope&lt;br /&gt;That humans adore&lt;br /&gt;Started Like A&lt;br /&gt;Spaceship on a starting line&lt;br /&gt;That aliens hate&lt;br /&gt;It all started like a&lt;br /&gt;Started Like A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now these thoughts just popped in my head and I want you to write one. You can make it in your own way with your own words. I wrote just what popped in my head and that is all I can write with this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2125324481126158937?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2125324481126158937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2125324481126158937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2125324481126158937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2125324481126158937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/05/started-like.html' title='Started Like A'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S_W0rwFil5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qplPZ5kBpgQ/s72-c/Image136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7258093328337792377</id><published>2010-04-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:04:13.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;summer is near&lt;br /&gt;kids playing&lt;br /&gt;schools out&lt;br /&gt;the party just started&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;staying up late&lt;br /&gt;first of all&lt;br /&gt;No Homework&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/6228227882680924357-7258093328337792377?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7258093328337792377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7258093328337792377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7258093328337792377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7258093328337792377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-is-near.html' title='Summer is near'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-851323319011109730</id><published>2010-01-30T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:43:30.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Hospital Again</title><content type='html'>The day we had been in the hospital again was when my baby got sick. Once in the hospital overnight was not like when i had my baby because it felt like the nurses there the ones that does the night shift was being mean to me. I am thinking that she thought i was a young teen but anyways my baby had to be in the hospital overnight because he was breathing in a way i didn't like and also he was not feeding that much as he usually does. The night has gone by and he looked and sounded better then that day he was not. Glad that we were heading home that day but had to wait until around 4:00 so we had some time to get ready and make sure we never forget some things in the room but one thing i totally forgot was his medicine he had to take. Home again was a good feeling hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-851323319011109730?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/851323319011109730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=851323319011109730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/851323319011109730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/851323319011109730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-hospital-again.html' title='In The Hospital Again'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1010639217747833786</id><published>2010-01-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:31:57.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food Food.....YUM!</title><content type='html'>when you think of food, what comes in mind first?&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of food i love to eat&lt;br /&gt;but some i am allergic to&lt;br /&gt;Food Food&lt;br /&gt;Oh that shrimp fried rice&lt;br /&gt;Gosh yummy jello&lt;br /&gt;Super tasty Akutaq&lt;br /&gt;Food Food&lt;br /&gt;Too many food to taste&lt;br /&gt;Some i am not so happy about&lt;br /&gt;Gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1010639217747833786?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1010639217747833786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1010639217747833786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1010639217747833786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1010639217747833786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-food-foodyum.html' title='Food Food Food.....YUM!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1038006478449878114</id><published>2010-01-15T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:57:07.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting From A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am finally posting&lt;br /&gt;Never new how many thoughts are going through my head&lt;br /&gt;Writing poems&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of poems to write about&lt;br /&gt;Also some short stories&lt;br /&gt;Posting new thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Today the next day&lt;br /&gt;This year is now&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;Posting from a long time&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to post&lt;br /&gt;And getting comments from you&lt;br /&gt;Wow today is a new year&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Hyper&lt;br /&gt;How is your day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1038006478449878114?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1038006478449878114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1038006478449878114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1038006478449878114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1038006478449878114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/posting-from-long-time.html' title='Posting From A Long Time'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-506616327842494708</id><published>2010-01-15T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:50:23.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today the weather is warm.......am I kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weather today is cold.......what am I saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This year around the weather changed.......getting cold then warm then cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What is going to come next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love to be an eskimo......;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weather is cold today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Better stay cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D do you agree with me :D&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/6228227882680924357-506616327842494708?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/506616327842494708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=506616327842494708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/506616327842494708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/506616327842494708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3927701646358317948</id><published>2010-01-14T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:48:36.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S1AOG1-4UbI/AAAAAAAAANc/uOX7hMJ39II/s1600-h/DSCF2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S1AOG1-4UbI/AAAAAAAAANc/uOX7hMJ39II/s320/DSCF2233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426853061714268594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture was taken at Napaskiak in my grandma's house after the family gift exchange. Anthony is almost tall as Danielle. She is our cousin/sister. They both looked cute laying on the my grandma's bed :D. The two babies one from Napaskiak and one from Oscarville. Too cute aren't they......;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3927701646358317948?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3927701646358317948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3927701646358317948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3927701646358317948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3927701646358317948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-babies.html' title='The Two Babies'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S1AOG1-4UbI/AAAAAAAAANc/uOX7hMJ39II/s72-c/DSCF2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3859966986848056122</id><published>2010-01-14T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:24:21.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love coffee&lt;br /&gt;Morning drink&lt;br /&gt;Having coffee&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Makes me hyper.....sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Taste coffee&lt;br /&gt;Strong/Weak&lt;br /&gt;Makes my day fresh&lt;br /&gt;You have coffee&lt;br /&gt;What happens?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee makes me&lt;br /&gt;Feel wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Gets me hyper&lt;br /&gt;Having coffee is good&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Love The Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3859966986848056122?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3859966986848056122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3859966986848056122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3859966986848056122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3859966986848056122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7103132973840171326</id><published>2010-01-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:17:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Orthodox New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is our Russian Orthodox New Years. The new years was fun heard some gun shot while francis, the baby and i were on the couch watching some shows. A lot never happened but called my cousin and said Happy New Years and my mom called I think after 12 and said Happy New Years, I love you. By the way my baby just turned 1 month yesterday :D.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Years!&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/6228227882680924357-7103132973840171326?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7103132973840171326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7103132973840171326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7103132973840171326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7103132973840171326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/russian-orthodox-new-years.html' title='Russian Orthodox New Years'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-8861922345188510603</id><published>2010-01-12T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:42:18.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son "Anthony"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S0xMtTbBU-I/AAAAAAAAANU/ND3gU-os-sU/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-12+at+01.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S0xMtTbBU-I/AAAAAAAAANU/ND3gU-os-sU/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-12+at+01.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795992266036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anthony Norman Andrew Alirkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is my baby boy. He was born December 13, 2009 and his weight was 8lbs 3.6oz 21inch. Now a days he is getting much chubbier and getting bigger since I looked at him. Having a baby was such an experience, I could never say how it was painful and happy he is here with us. Took some pictures of him because how cute he sleeps, gets mad, smiles, and laughs in his dreams oh also cries when he thinks he is alone. My experience was exciting plus nervous  but all at the same time I was happy my mom was with me but at the same time I wanted Francis "the father of the baby" to be there too. The special moment was holding and taking care of my son. My little family I love them both too much.&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/6228227882680924357-8861922345188510603?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/8861922345188510603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=8861922345188510603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8861922345188510603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8861922345188510603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-son-anthony.html' title='My Son &quot;Anthony&quot;'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S0xMtTbBU-I/AAAAAAAAANU/ND3gU-os-sU/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-01-12+at+01.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-9129051447261282894</id><published>2010-01-12T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:18:02.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaviq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This year slaviq was fun. It took us three days to finsih this time of year. Fun, fun but a lot different because now I have a baby around. It was his first slaviq and new years. All I can say right now is that our slaviq was fun and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-9129051447261282894?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/9129051447261282894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=9129051447261282894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/9129051447261282894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/9129051447261282894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2010/01/slaviq.html' title='Slaviq'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1702844054599294222</id><published>2009-11-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:40:38.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Age Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looking at the world around you, you think to yourself that people around us are changing. Every day something has gone wrong, young kids getting into trouble. Under age kids getting into drinking and drugs, they never know what is going to become of them or what is going to happen to them. Think about it young students getting into these things hurts there parents even the kids don't see it, also parents hurting there kids by drinking in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My thought of this hit me by going to court with my boyfriend that day we were in Bethel. Just being in that room was scary I mean really scary, facing the judge is like facing something you don't want to face ever. Your heart pounding like humming birds and you don't want to be in that room with the judge looking at you and telling you your rights. Being in that room listening to what was happening was so poor for the under age kids that got caught while drinking or using drugs was no fun.&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught by the police while you are under the age of 21 is not fun at all, and you could get into big trouble with the law. You may think if you do this you will never ever get caught by the police but this twice about what your going to do. If you want to go Juvenile, heard a lot of things you can go and do when the judge tells you what you are going to be doing. To all the young students think about what your going to be doing and listen to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1702844054599294222?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1702844054599294222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1702844054599294222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1702844054599294222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1702844054599294222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-age-trouble.html' title='Under Age Trouble'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-55291013321670366</id><published>2009-03-06T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:12:29.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts About Ending Short Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reading so many books they would have wonderful beginnings, great imaginations which soon becomes a movie for children to enjoy. I have enjoyed these books which made me realize I love writing my own short stories but close to the end I give up imaging. Wondering why doing this in every short story I make end up not ending. As I thought about ending this short story with all my power to take a chance to completely end it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-55291013321670366?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/55291013321670366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=55291013321670366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/55291013321670366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/55291013321670366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-thoughts-about-ending-short-stories.html' title='My Thoughts About Ending Short Stories'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-6817300017054991116</id><published>2008-12-11T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:16:44.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopped by Cops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This happened when I was in bethel durning my college life while walking around with my friends. One day walking around town thinking where we going to walk next until this Police passes and asked us three, "How Old Are You?" My heart beating after suchs a rush tell the police the age we were soon left us be. This memory would never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-6817300017054991116?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/6817300017054991116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=6817300017054991116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6817300017054991116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6817300017054991116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopped-by-cops.html' title='Stopped by Cops'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1456720124662391412</id><published>2008-12-06T03:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:11:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Down With This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpdtnUFD0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZHSkZUIThbI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081113_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpdtnUFD0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZHSkZUIThbI/s320/Snapshot_20081113_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276632951646654274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laying down feeling unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I was coming down with a cold&lt;br /&gt;Bored here and there&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Laying on this bed&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished with homework&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the sound of sounds&lt;br /&gt;Seriously coming down with something&lt;br /&gt;Love sick&lt;br /&gt;That is what I was coming down with&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling love sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1456720124662391412?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1456720124662391412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1456720124662391412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1456720124662391412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1456720124662391412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-down-with-this.html' title='Coming Down With This'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpdtnUFD0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZHSkZUIThbI/s72-c/Snapshot_20081113_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-37062765477821697</id><published>2008-12-06T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:07:23.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how we use to have fun together&lt;br /&gt;Missing that voice of yours&lt;br /&gt;Doing things together&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;So you don't do anything stupid&lt;br /&gt;These memories I have in my head of you&lt;br /&gt;Are always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you once again&lt;br /&gt;My Pretty Angel&lt;br /&gt;Flying in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Miss You&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Linda Waska&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-37062765477821697?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/37062765477821697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=37062765477821697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/37062765477821697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/37062765477821697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-michelle.html' title='Missing Michelle'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-6122227775535203242</id><published>2008-12-06T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:35:30.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~atmik~3 card Make-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpTH6JWN8I/AAAAAAAAALM/i9vRhbYk3Dw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081203_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpTH6JWN8I/AAAAAAAAALM/i9vRhbYk3Dw/s320/Snapshot_20081203_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276621308750608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this game was taken place at Sackett Hall, in Bethel Alaska. From the right, Shannon, Francis and I played atmik because Shannon was too bored and asked us to play this game. "I know I am going to lose." those are the words i said to her and found out that i lost only ONCE. laugh out loud. as you can see that Francis and Shannon were the worst but then today-December 5-i lost 5 times. well i was too much laughing at both of them but it was okay because i was having fun playing this game. Atmik (3 card make up game) thinking of playing this game when i get together with my family back at home. to make the day a lot fun besides watching tv or playing games. spending time with my family is better and with some friends because we can have these memories in our hearts when we get older and have stories to tell our future family. pictures to show how fun we had and yea i am bored telling things i am going to go. laugh out loud. P.S. you got to laugh at the picture.&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/6228227882680924357-6122227775535203242?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/6122227775535203242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=6122227775535203242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6122227775535203242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6122227775535203242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/12/atmik3-card-make-up.html' title='~atmik~3 card Make-Up'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/STpTH6JWN8I/AAAAAAAAALM/i9vRhbYk3Dw/s72-c/Snapshot_20081203_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3869209091215442054</id><published>2008-11-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:15:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Globtraters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIvVMkRcbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ky_doIsZeJk/s1600-h/basketball+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIvVMkRcbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ky_doIsZeJk/s320/basketball+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269826555174023602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIu95T245I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dK4qaxC86ro/s1600-h/basketball+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIu95T245I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dK4qaxC86ro/s320/basketball+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269826154867909522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIuoRuBtEI/AAAAAAAAAII/AA-fV_bufos/s1600-h/basketball+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIuoRuBtEI/AAAAAAAAAII/AA-fV_bufos/s320/basketball+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825783462999106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIlsg03iTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/g0d6KBqfuSw/s1600-h/basketball+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIlsg03iTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/g0d6KBqfuSw/s320/basketball+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269815960633051442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These basketball all star went to Bethel and played a short game. There were making all the people enjoy the time being a all star basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Watching them play games was a lot fun because of they kept making all the people on the bleaches laugh their lungs out. Making basketball a lot of fun to play now. Number 10 was funny he kept going to the people sitting watching them play and also the others were going every where so the day of them being here was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was excited to see them and let all these guys signs his sweater. awesome day to be there.&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/6228227882680924357-3869209091215442054?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3869209091215442054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3869209091215442054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3869209091215442054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3869209091215442054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/11/harlem-globtraters.html' title='Harlem Globtraters'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SSIvVMkRcbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ky_doIsZeJk/s72-c/basketball+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-8558123979101567644</id><published>2008-11-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:54:31.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Expected?</title><content type='html'>Looking, Thinking, Praying&lt;br /&gt;These things are going through my head&lt;br /&gt;You may think college is easy at first&lt;br /&gt;But as you get it right you may find it a lot easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressing, Hoping, Praying&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing a lot of these&lt;br /&gt;There would be a lot of homework you would ever work on then high school&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would pass all your class you are taking&lt;br /&gt;Praying to god to help you out on the things that are stressing you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you expected college to be like?&lt;br /&gt;How would you know about being here?&lt;br /&gt;Who would you know from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions would go through your mind&lt;br /&gt;There is always answers for them&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is&lt;br /&gt;Not be afraid to ask stupid or hard questions to the college people&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot of courage to ask&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to get out of your box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my experience was a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;When I got my things straighten out&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good here in college&lt;br /&gt;But a little stressing out still&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my close new friends about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lot better when I first arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-8558123979101567644?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/8558123979101567644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=8558123979101567644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8558123979101567644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8558123979101567644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-you-expected.html' title='What You Expected?'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1592686209507228764</id><published>2008-10-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:11:01.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Here Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not paying attention to the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds flying here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow falling from the clouds to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daydreaming about the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the right time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get my degree and start working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting here working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to my teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing my homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting here waiting for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1592686209507228764?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1592686209507228764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1592686209507228764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1592686209507228764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1592686209507228764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/10/sitting-here-waiting.html' title='Sitting Here Waiting'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-8454743475321105506</id><published>2008-10-14T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:41:06.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thinking more about college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;missing home of Oscarville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my family there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;doing things we always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting ready for winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and getting ready for summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;seeing my family there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then when i am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in bethel having college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there are no where to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but when i close my eyes every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i see them there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;feeling so bad for what i did wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to make them so mad, sad, and gods know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i love them so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that i will do anything to make them happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;going to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not going to stay behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;finish my homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;before i have my free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;calling them to let them know i am doing okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;these i would make them happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;missing Oscarville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;missing my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;missing them so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;can't wait until i am there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like not in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but there watching them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;watching movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cleaning the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;playing outside in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;home once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-8454743475321105506?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/8454743475321105506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=8454743475321105506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8454743475321105506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/8454743475321105506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1019337964964164790</id><published>2008-10-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:25:57.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Ever Felt Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SOrIoyec1JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VUKLi9dnRHI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081006_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SOrIoyec1JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VUKLi9dnRHI/s320/Snapshot_20081006_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254232518350918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind all relaxed&lt;div&gt;for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my box of blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has been taken from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling free from thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free for the first time.....ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoying this moment as i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not feeling like CRAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freedom for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an adult has come to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new adult life ~BuNnA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has come out to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first time ever felt like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ffrreeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1019337964964164790?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1019337964964164790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1019337964964164790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1019337964964164790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1019337964964164790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-time-ever-felt-like-this.html' title='First Time Ever Felt Like This'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SOrIoyec1JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VUKLi9dnRHI/s72-c/Snapshot_20081006_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2629531881388742453</id><published>2008-09-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:43:22.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Morning</title><content type='html'>Seeing the sky being covered by these dark gray clouds with a sign that it is ready to pour water to the ground below. The weather in Bethel started to rain because of these gray clouds that was blocking the beautiful blue sky. Looking out the window felt like we are going to get wet when we head out the doors. Also when you look down on the ground you could see a lot of puddles and we have to watch where we step.&lt;br /&gt;The rain falling down from the sky makes you feel lazy but you have to just get up and work. Getting ready to head out the doors and feel the rain going down your face. One drop of rain brings a cold rush through your body and alarms your brain to run for shelter. Once you are at a place with a roof on your head you think to yourself, "I hope the rain would stop soon."&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down in class paying attention but listening to the rain falling down like someone is trying to distracted you from working. Soon heading to your next class you don't hear the rain falling down on the roof and you found out the rain has stopped. When you look out the window you see the rain clouds drifting away to another place to rain on and the wind picks up.&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in Bethel started to rain and then the wind started to dry up the wet muddy trails. Every step we take would not make our pants wet and muddy and plus would not have to keep on changing our cloths. The weather today is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2629531881388742453?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2629531881388742453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2629531881388742453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2629531881388742453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2629531881388742453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/09/weather-morning.html' title='Weather Morning'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3211781120321131540</id><published>2008-09-03T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:13:12.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Homework!! aaaaaahhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL87iwU9hmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s-tAd4Gm8us/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973959556957794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL87iwU9hmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s-tAd4Gm8us/s320/Snapshot_20080903_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like oh my god....HOMEWORK.....IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't think I will get BORED because homework will be done......YEAH! then later BORING! laugh out loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. I will have something to do here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"here are some pictures I am going to show you my classes and how I feel about them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This here is my MATH and as you can see I have a face like "OH MAN HERE I GO AGAIN!" but this is a good things because.......ERIN.....all you have thought us is just like that....WOW.....when my math teacher said "Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally" I like gave her a smile and know what I was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL87zz_cjMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hHC0XzhDAl4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974252598234306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL87zz_cjMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hHC0XzhDAl4/s320/Snapshot_20080903_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is READING.....I think is my wonderful reading book....got this as my homework as well I guess I will have a lot more this fall....so READ, READ, AND KEEP ON READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL878SHpTBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R70a2kU6814/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974398124641298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL878SHpTBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R70a2kU6814/s320/Snapshot_20080903_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is my WRITING.....hopefully, and this is my homework for today so yea writing part is my favorite thing in the world to do, and also my room mate loves to write as well. WOW. I guess there is other people here that loves to write as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88IxJ84HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jfePjeSm27I/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974612614242418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88IxJ84HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jfePjeSm27I/s320/Snapshot_20080903_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These here are I don't Know because never found out what they are but will do these coming passed weeks.....ROCK ON......I AM READY TO GET BUSY! um, not really......I WAS KIDDING....I AM SURE READY FOR THE CHALLENGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88QobxwAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A02FyVMuMHM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974747712045058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88QobxwAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A02FyVMuMHM/s320/Snapshot_20080903_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see this, that if you can is where I head on to my classes and might be busy all morning to the evening. I guess so just take a look at my times I am going to put this Fall of 2008.........NNNNNNOOOOOOO! I was kidding about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL9CbxQTuDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cHkBWx60q9Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981536128186418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL9CbxQTuDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cHkBWx60q9Q/s320/Snapshot_20080903_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be feeling like someone SHOOT me BUT take the rise and I am giong to take the risk no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88sE3KFSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vneNKpOEYv8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241975219199546658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88sE3KFSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vneNKpOEYv8/s320/Snapshot_20080903_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way love these ending pictures because my face reaction about college....ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my tired face today......but I will make it this Fall ready to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88lQyf9dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dautz7fqtmc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080903_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241975102142150098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL88lQyf9dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dautz7fqtmc/s320/Snapshot_20080903_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less I sure damn is ready for next year ahead of me to go to ANCHORAGE......YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what is expected to happen next year of COLLEGE........and.......I AM READY! BRING IT ON! (Smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3211781120321131540?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3211781120321131540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3211781120321131540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3211781120321131540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3211781120321131540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-homework-aaaaaahhhh.html' title='The 1st Homework!! aaaaaahhhh!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SL87iwU9hmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s-tAd4Gm8us/s72-c/Snapshot_20080903_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2010221412508567834</id><published>2008-08-29T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:45:15.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't have a title for this story</title><content type='html'>guilty, i never did nothing to hurt anyone in my life. hi my name is mistey, i am 19 years old. i live in a town i would call a croud of guilty animals. i came from a family no child would like to live in. when i was 10 i use to run away from my parents because they were acoholics. every weekend they get their darn pay check, i would wish they would stop drinking. one night i heard my parents yelling to one another.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, where the fuck is the gun!" this frightens me when my mom asked my dad. i heard steps here and there, things dropping like bomds, i think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to die soon."&lt;br /&gt;on my 12th birthday my mom told me that if i ever call the cops on them. my mom would get a gun and shoot me right in front of the police. i cried when i heard my mom say that to me. i know i didn't have any friends but i knew some day i would have some.&lt;br /&gt;the years passed and i would tell myself i would never become like my parents. until one night i soon found myself drinking at the age of 17. sitting in my room staring at myself in the mirror with a shot of acohol in my hands. afraid i was becoming like my parents i took the hand gun my father had hidden under their bed. glancing at this acoholic image of my mother i pointed the gun to my beating heart. as i was looking in the mirror my door opened, it was my mom staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;"baby, what are you doing?" my mother asked trying to take the gun away from my hands.&lt;br /&gt;"What does it look like, mother!" i replied back with tears rolling down my cold red check. "Leave me alone!" soon pointing the gun to my mother who gave life to me.&lt;br /&gt;as frightened as i was, she looked at me, "i'm sorry darling, i didn't mean to hurt you." started to cry, "baby, your father and i are sorry for acting like this" coming closer to me, "baby put the gun away, listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;"No, leave me alone!" i soon took another shot of acohol and pulled the triger. opening my eye i saw my mom on the floor, my dad ran in.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" my father looking at me, then looking at the gun in my hand, "Mistey, what did you do?" went to see if my mother was alive, "GO GET HELP!"&lt;br /&gt;my heart was beating faster then it ever did, "call for help!" i yelled to the neighbor next door.&lt;br /&gt;"what is the matter, mistey?" mrs. hancok asked while calling for help.&lt;br /&gt;"I shoot my mother! i am sorry!" running out the door crying, yelling to god to forgive me for what i have done to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;soon i heard people coming to see what was going on around my house, i was there looking at my father by the door and he yelled, "WHY!"&lt;br /&gt;an hour later i was in the hospital staring at my mother. "mom, i am sorry i pulled the triger." i kissed her on the head, right when i was guided out the door my mother said, "I forgive you if you frogive me."&lt;br /&gt;i was soon faced with fright in my eyes. living with my father was the worse thing i ever did. my father was even getting drunker every day, telling me to drink with him. i was afraid and scared out of my pants wishing my mother would come back but this time she wasn't coming back home. in my room crying while my dad would haller to no one, i was in my bed crying to god to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;out of the darkness in the corner of my room i saw something bright. i stared at it for a moment then realisted it was my mom. "Mom is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes darling, it is i." she was like an angel that came from above. white wings like the snow, she was dressed as beautiful as she got married to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;"I forgive you mother, i am sorry." i sat up from my bed, "Mom, am i going to die?"&lt;br /&gt;"don't say such a thing, mistey." coming closer as she did before i pulled the triger. "Darling, listen to me, listen good. you are going to face a difficult desission for you this coming 19th birthday. make a good one, I Love You." those were the last words i heard from my mother ever said to me. in my bed thinking why my mom said those words. clueless and helpless, it was the next day, my father out some where god knows what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the living room watching my favorite show, and the door opens. there standing in the door way was the cops, "are you mistey handson."&lt;br /&gt;"yes," standing up, getting ready to be taken by them, "take me to jail for what i did to my mother." crying when i said those words&lt;br /&gt;"mistey, you are okay we are here to tell you bad news." entering my house, telling me to sit back down. "we just found your father."&lt;br /&gt;"what, is he okay?" looking at the cop. "is he alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"mistey, we found him on the streets, dead." one of the cops huging me. "we found a family that will take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;"we thought that you would have hard time in jail so," another cop said while bring me to the family that was going to take care of me, "we would let you start over with your new family, we are sorry for the lose of your mother and father."&lt;br /&gt;being a foster child was like starting back to a new improve non-acoholic family. these new family i am going to be with until god knows how long. they are the Birnsteins. Mr. and Mrs. Birnstein have three kids. she has a 19 year old son, 16 year old daughter, and a 4 year old son. i was now a birnstein but not really one becuase i came from a family that drinks. i was affraid i would disapoint my faster parents so i told them how i ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;"Mistey, i am happy you are opening up to us, and don't worry about anything. you are going to do just fine." mrs. birnstein said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;mrs. b takes very much care for her children and i, mr. b is a fun easy to talk with when you have something bothering you. their older son is deciding on which college to attend to, this makes it easy for me because we can talk about each and every college. mrs. b's daughter talks when the day is gray, and she makes every minute fun. she told me that her father named her isabella. their 4 year old son, tristen, he's much of a young scientist even though he is 4.&lt;br /&gt;as isabella and i were putting my stuff in the extra bedroom she would talk about all her friends, and how her baby brother was sometimes a brain because he is going to junior high next school year. it was time for dinner and we both walked down to join the rest of the family. around the table with wonderful food we are going to put in our stomach. before we ate the food mrs. b asks me if we do a pray and i told her that we stopped every since my parents started to drink. we all sat there getting to know each other like we were already a family.&lt;br /&gt;"so mistey, are you thinking of going to college?" john asked&lt;br /&gt;"yea i am thinking of going to college because i want to have a better life in my future, and not become an acoholic." i replided back with a smile&lt;br /&gt;mrs. b looked at me with bright confidients eyes, "mistey you are like my son, john. you both are going to have bright future ahead of you two." she said while putting her dishes away.&lt;br /&gt;"john, we found you a wife." mr. b said with a laugh&lt;br /&gt;john looked at me with a big smile on his face and went in the kitchen to help his mother wash the dishes. 'She might as well be my wife, mistey."&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god, mistey i think he is asking you hand in marriage." isabella repiled back with a little giggle&lt;br /&gt;sitting there with my heart beating twice as fast, and felt like i was having a heart attach. isabella and i were finsihed with our food, and went to talk about our life. exchanging stories was like an angel lifting my gilt away from me, and getting to know them was like the beginning of a new life. her parents never came in to tell us it was time to head to bed it was like a sleep over but it wasn't. few mintues later john came in to join our story telling.&lt;br /&gt;"what are you guys doing up?" john said with a whisper&lt;br /&gt;"nothing we are just telling a time we were growing up." isabella said, "hey what are you doing up too?" pointing to john&lt;br /&gt;"i heard you guys talking and giggling." replied back while sitting down on the bed we were at. "so, mistey do you think going to college is so soon?"&lt;br /&gt;"if you put it that way," smiling for a while, "i think it is too early to go but what the heck i am going to go." looking at john "what about you?"&lt;br /&gt;"um, i think going to college early is aight." he said with a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;isabella, john and i were talking all night until the sunset appeared the morning sounds of awaken animals. hours passed when their parents awoken from being zombies and made some tasty breakfast. the morning was like no other mornings because you wouldn't gave to make your own breakfast. also you wouldn't have to clean the mess up after a terridle fight with parents appear with black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"goodmoring children." mrs. b said while making breakfast&lt;br /&gt;"i guess this morning we are going to have a college road trip." mr. b said with a big grin on his morning face.&lt;br /&gt;(this is how far i got and this is a draft of my story that was going through my head that needed to get out. needs work and it is not finished. thinking how the ending it going to work out. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2010221412508567834?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2010221412508567834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2010221412508567834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2010221412508567834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2010221412508567834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-have-title-for-this-story.html' title='i don&apos;t have a title for this story'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5631658760528677763</id><published>2008-08-29T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:32:44.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking 8/28/08</title><content type='html'>like wow, i mean like wow. gosh this was the most fun i ever did but walking with some friends from here was aight but Kayaking was awesome man a lot of fun didn't fall in but got splashed by some people but two people gosh man it was a lot of fun but yea i guess man i am like wow gosh man that was a lot of fun like man will not forget about it thought i was going to fall in but never did which was aight man the water is like COLD man. but it was fun kayaking gosh man a lot of fun like totally, like oh my god. gosh man i am kind of missing my family but i will survive this thing. gosh man well when john john and the other person was seeing our balance man when it was my turn i freaked out but i was good man well i guess i am going to say nothing jsut been a good Kayaking well later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5631658760528677763?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5631658760528677763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5631658760528677763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5631658760528677763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5631658760528677763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/08/kayaking-82808.html' title='Kayaking 8/28/08'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3483165624519335190</id><published>2008-08-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:01:20.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball In Bethel (pinky's park)</title><content type='html'>okay here i go this is the fun part of today so far yea i guess we went to play some hoops. there was two guys one i know from akula and the other one i don't know. some girls kept coming in to play and others watch but not for me i played. man it was a lot of fun them guys didn't know i play a lot so i didn't what they call them not play very well until i got use to them that is where i play my moves. playing ball was a lot of fun with other people but i hope we join a team now that is going to be a lot of fun. gosh i have been wanting to do that every since i don't know when but i sure will love being in a team for the first time. you know that day was not go going good but i am slowly getting the hang of it these days. i got a room mate that is awesome and she is from Akula too so she is nice also the other ones are jolene and shannon from tookdok bay. so i know some of these people and couple are related to me which is awesome but i got to get to talk to them more often. damn so went to pinky's park to play some hoops and it was a lot of fun but the basketball hoops are so high i have to shoot the ball high then i do in oscarville. sucks man i need to visit my couzin so bad well i don't know if i will get to because i don't want to go there alone and i don't know her phone number so yea. yea basketball was awesome get my mind off of home but now i sure miss home and can't wait to get there asap. darn i need to take a shower but i didn't bring some shower stuff but i will when i get home and bed sheets as well too. dammit i wonder if i should visit my couzin karlene. well i am off will write more when ever i ever come here again so bye and later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3483165624519335190?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3483165624519335190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3483165624519335190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3483165624519335190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3483165624519335190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/08/basketball-in-bethel-pinkys-park.html' title='Basketball In Bethel (pinky&apos;s park)'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-8544125931927558956</id><published>2008-08-28T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:00:19.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of college 5/26/08</title><content type='html'>wow, i say today was at first a nightmare that i thought was nevering to to end. so today was such a busy day for students getting their tests and getting their what they call them like getting their classes something like that. well today was man like going here and sometimes waiting for someone to get to you. all this it was fun and like wow everyone going here and there just like hunger animals getting their pray. all that time my heart was pounding here and there and sometimes thinking so hard on like what to write on one essay, "in what way would you like to improve your life? give one way and explain..." i forgot the rest of the sentence because i was too much forcussing on what am i going to write an essay about this. so i thought and thought and thought until i got like three weird paragraphs. i say that becauase well i was thinking too much about writing these down and yea pretty much i tried my best writing my essay. okay and now the part i call "getting your darn homework college" this means getting the books i am giong to be taking throughout the fall and wow telling you seems like i will be busy with College Success Skills, Elementary Algebra, Mathematics Skills, Reading Enhancement, Reading Skills, Elementary Exposition, English Skills and oh man this one sounds FUN.......QASPEQ MAKING......yea something i will enjoy durning week ends. so all this adds up to 14 curses and i don't know what that means. like wow. so tomorrow i am going to get my books i couldn't make it today well they quit at 5 but might get them tomorrow. shoot all day my nose is like being super gay like getting sick and all that. this was the funny part i had but might be gross for you, i had to make sure it was not going down my nose, and oh man i can't believe i am going to be doing this. ha ha you might be laughing and grossing out when i say this, okay i was there in the cubes that is what they call them and i looked at my finger then made a smile then let my finger go up my nose took the stuff out and put it on my bottom of my shoe.....eeewww. well that was funny for me because well no one was there but me but there were some people in others cubes man that was a funny moment which i will never forget doing my first time ever in college, i hope not...he he. yea today we are going to be busy doing activities. will tell you all about things when days go by fast. yea all this feels like Talent Search. oh one part i didn't include so stupid of me to do. okay we had to interduce one another like saying your freaken name and where you live. at this point i would be all having a heart attack like damn man i wish i was at home. but at the same time i am kind of enjoying all this but it is going in slowly. also while i was getting my things down some people ask me if Eliza Joekay was related to me. i smile then say "she is my mom" with a smile on my face. okay i am going to be heading out so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-8544125931927558956?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5398386725699514680</id><published>2008-08-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:59:26.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entering college 5/25/08</title><content type='html'>entering sakethall was all mixed emotions to where i fell like throwing up so bad i want to go back home. first days was boring here and time for me was all i don't know it is like i want to go home but at the same time don't. i just want to go back home because i am bored i know i got some people i know that are here but i just want to go back. my heart beating so much that can't stop beating but i am praying i will be okay. i just can't wait to go home this week end but i don't want to go back here i don't know why i don't want to come back. college wow going to be starting on the 2nd of next month, and well i kind of don't want to go college yet but i have been told to go. so my first day was the worse day of my life, and it felt like i can't put in words but it was the worse day of my life now. i can't believe our group is going what they call them when kayaking something like that laugh out loud i don't even know if i am spelling this today. i am guessing i am to much wanting to go home that is all, shoot man i do want to go back home. freaking out here and what else bored to the bone. it is like every minute something is missing in my life and i have to get use to it and quick. i am here in the room all thinking "why am i here and what am i doing here." "oh yea i got to get my edecation..." man i feel like crying but i don't want to cause idk just don't want to. well i am going to head out tomorrow we are going to have fun. well here i go darn I WANT TO GO HOME. well giving college a chance and yea i am going bye and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5398386725699514680?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5398386725699514680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5398386725699514680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5398386725699514680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5398386725699514680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/08/entering-college-52508.html' title='entering college 5/25/08'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5860656109308052368</id><published>2008-05-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:45:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yup’ik Tradition</title><content type='html'>The Yup’ik tradition made me change a lot throughout the years. Back when I wasn’t born the Yup’ik tradition of becoming a woman was a lot different then it is now. In the Yup’ik tradition becoming a woman means that she is ready to get married, and raise her own family. As I was growing up I didn’t know much about the tradition of becoming a woman. Until one day I found out that I had to act my age and not be a child anymore.&lt;br /&gt;    I was between the age of 11 and 12 when my mom told me that if I see blood I had to tell her. It was beginning of June when I first saw blood. I had just come back inside from playing out with my close friends. I was thinking the next day would be fun until I saw blood on the tissue. My mom, Eliza, was lying on the couch just watching some movies. I just got out of the bathroom, went to wash my hands, thinking what she was going to say or do if I told her I seen blood. After I was done wiping my hands I went to sit close to my mom’s head and I nervously but excitedly whispered, “Mom, I started.”&lt;br /&gt;    She was just lying there trying to watch the movie but when I said those three words she opened her eyes really wide and she called Marie Jacob. I was smiling when she had that face of like “Really you did start”.&lt;br /&gt;    After my mom hung the phone up she told me all the things I could and could not do. I had already known some of the things I could not do but some other things really surprised and bummed me out.&lt;br /&gt;    Marie told my mom that since it summer I had 5 more days until sitting down. Those meant I had 5 days to run, jump, play out and climb trees with my friends. After those 5 days was up I had to wait a year to do the things again. That made me feel so mad that I had to wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;    Finally, the day arrived when I would have to begin sitting down. Marie Jacob had told my mom I had to sit down for 10 days. The very first thing I did was take a bath and wash myself from head to toes. I put some old clothes on and French braided my hair. I had to French braid my hair because the elders say that if we did not keep our hair braided we would not have a long life. It is also believed that, even though we do not see it, if our hair is not braided, we are letting our blood drip down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;    My mom and my uncle got my room ready. My uncle covered my window with a blanket. The elders say that if we look out of the window we would get sick in the older age. My mom got all the stuff I would need during my 10 days. She brought in the mat, sheet, and put them in the corner. Also my mom got a cup, a bowl, and a spoon for me to eat with. While they were getting my room ready I was in the living room just watching movies, my mom came over to tell me it was time.&lt;br /&gt;    When I went in the dark room I saw where I would be sitting and sleep for 10 days. I was bummed out because I was going to miss out on all the fun stuff my friends were going to be doing outside. I walked over to the not so thick mat and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;    After the first day I got used to my new surroundings and the days flew by fast. I kept myself busy making bracelets to give away at my feast. I could only eat ptarmigan, grebes and chicken soup because these birds do not molt. During the morning I could eat crackers with butter or peanut better. I could only drink 1-2 glass a day. If I needed to use the bathroom I had to wait until everyone was not around or if they were sleeping. When I was heading to the bathroom I could not look out of any windows.&lt;br /&gt;    After the 10 days were done my mom came in and told me it was time to stand up. My mom brought a basin filed with warm water, a towel, and a rag to wash myself from head to toe before I could leave the room. After I was done washing my hair it felt clean but I had to braid my hair. I braided my hair once folding it twice at the ends once again. After I finished braiding my hair, I got some clean clothes to change into and left the room.  I went in the living room to watch movies from those 10 days. My mom then went to gather the bracelets I made to give them away at my feast. She also gathered the cup, the bowl, and the spoon to give away at my feast. My dad burned the mat, the sheet, and the clothes I had worn because if someone claimed these idioms they would have bad luck on subsisting hunting.&lt;br /&gt;    During the year there were many things I couldn’t do. Other girls who had already started had told me they had to wear a hat, gloves and a jacket to cover their skin before they went outside. Since it was summer my mom had to look for a hat and once we found one she took me outside to teach my how to work the weather. If we show our head and hands outside the elders believed that we would get skin sickness.&lt;br /&gt;I could not travel to the coast, ocean, or the mountains. The reason I could not go to those places is because the animals would disappear. Also the elders believe that the little people would take me and bring me to their world or kill me. I was eventually able to travel but not to those places. When I was allowed to travel I had to put oil in my mouth and a bag of ash in my hands. While I was going somewhere, such as to a another village, I had to spill the ashes, and spit out the oil in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I also could not tease or bother the boys because they would have back luck when they went hunting. I could not jump or run because the weather may get bad. I felt like I was missing out on the things that I could not do and it was hard to not do them. However, I felt it was important to follow the rules and keep the Yup’ik culture alive.&lt;br /&gt;    After my year was done I was super happy that I didn’t have to wear a hat, gloves, and a jacket anymore but it felt really uncomfortable not wearing them. I was also happy that I could stop braiding my hair. I then decided to go walking with my friends and it felt really weird not having a hat on my head. I felt really uncomfortable when I was playing basketball with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;    I now realize how much I have grown up and am realizing  how much I have changed from a girl to a young lady. A year of not doing things made me realize how badly it is important to keep this tradition alive. If I have a girl of my own I am going to let her follow these rules no matter what they say about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5860656109308052368?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5860656109308052368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5860656109308052368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5860656109308052368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5860656109308052368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/05/yupik-tradition.html' title='The Yup’ik Tradition'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3982578440522311860</id><published>2008-05-01T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:21.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Teddy Bear Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtu5GQWtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAORHn1u1F4/s1600-h/1095179270_d54c8395f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtu5GQWtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAORHn1u1F4/s320/1095179270_d54c8395f5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195868522312807666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Eddy&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there&lt;br /&gt;There all along&lt;br /&gt;No one to hang out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtwE2QWtRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bZXjCZozebk/s1600-h/1351110131_f79310372f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtwE2QWtRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bZXjCZozebk/s320/1351110131_f79310372f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195869823687898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Lou&lt;br /&gt;She was two&lt;br /&gt;She also was along&lt;br /&gt;No one to tells stories&lt;br /&gt;All by herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtwvWQWtSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ATwSuvIUC2Y/s1600-h/73242632_2509c356dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtwvWQWtSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ATwSuvIUC2Y/s320/73242632_2509c356dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195870553832338722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff the Teddy Bear&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for friends&lt;br /&gt;To tells stories&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day all the Teddy Bear gathered around a fire place and soon told stories and never been bored since those past days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3982578440522311860?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3982578440522311860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3982578440522311860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3982578440522311860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3982578440522311860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-teddy-bear-story.html' title='Friends Teddy Bear Story'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBtu5GQWtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAORHn1u1F4/s72-c/1095179270_d54c8395f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2941401492047181567</id><published>2008-04-30T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:45:39.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silent</title><content type='html'>in a room&lt;br /&gt;with no one there&lt;br /&gt;just you, yourself&lt;br /&gt;in a room&lt;br /&gt;listening&lt;br /&gt;all you can hear &lt;br /&gt;someone breathing&lt;br /&gt;behind you&lt;br /&gt;in a room&lt;br /&gt;with no on there&lt;br /&gt;you hear someone say your name&lt;br /&gt;but you find out it was all in your head&lt;br /&gt;in a room&lt;br /&gt;all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;silent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2941401492047181567?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2941401492047181567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2941401492047181567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2941401492047181567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2941401492047181567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/silent.html' title='silent'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7017861128846577813</id><published>2008-04-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:50:53.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>end of April and tomorrow is May.....the time and weeks are going by fast.....like wow....tomorrow is May and it is still cold and snowing what else.....today in class we are doing some research and we are learning Hiroshima....the book is awful to read but it is telling what happened and what the people were doing what the bomb exploded....gosh happy last day of April everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7017861128846577813?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7017861128846577813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7017861128846577813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7017861128846577813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7017861128846577813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-6174165133341798965</id><published>2008-04-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:47:54.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the scar</title><content type='html'>do you ever get really bored and decided to do something to make you look like your busy? today&lt;br /&gt;i have and found out i have 28 scars on my hand. these scars are all from cutting things like fish, cooking for my family, and well other stuff we use with ulu and other objects that can cut your skin. i found out i have 19 on my left side and 9 on my right hand. since i was bored at my house i decided to count my scars i can see. from all the scars the worse one is my ring finger and i thought it was not going to happen and i saw it happen to my baby brother's finger. that day i was making soup and i was cutting some onions. i remember the sound of the finger nail how it sounds like something cracked. i made a mistake to put my finger on the way while i was cutting the onion and man when i cut my finger i was thinking that it was not going to be in pain. also i thought that much blood would come out. so when i heard that little noise man i grossed out and went to the sink started to let it bleed and trying to put water but as soon as i did that i soon felt the pain and i felt like fainting. the sound was freaky too like when someone talks they would be in a low deep voice and you couldn't hardly hear them that much. after my mom took care of it well i couldn't because every time i look at the cut i would feel like fainting. my mom told me that my dad did that and i was just like him, i mean just like him. i smiled when she told me and also i thought to myself that i am not going to be those nurses that take cares of cuts. so that is what happened that day i could remember doing and learned from that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-6174165133341798965?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/6174165133341798965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=6174165133341798965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6174165133341798965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6174165133341798965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-scars-on-hands.html' title='the scar'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3899424775924902292</id><published>2008-04-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:21.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBI5vK5Dw3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LS3xKc7doz8/s1600-h/Photo+644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBI5vK5Dw3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LS3xKc7doz8/s320/Photo+644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193276802851914610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since it was easter our classmates created the best easter eggs....they created different ways to make the eggs pop out from the white snow....here are hands that worked hard and get one getting dirty and colorful....but i guess if you can see that well you have to look even harder but my thumb is just perfect to see the different colors i dipped my thumb in....the little kids had fun making bags to put their eggs in and some kids couldn't wait to look for the eggs. easter fun was great way to make your weekend fly by so fast.&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/6228227882680924357-3899424775924902292?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3899424775924902292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3899424775924902292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3899424775924902292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3899424775924902292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-easter.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBI5vK5Dw3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LS3xKc7doz8/s72-c/Photo+644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2375436675602817472</id><published>2008-04-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:21.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBEcUa5Dw1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2CLux6cO_2A/s1600-h/Andrew+J..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBEcUa5Dw1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2CLux6cO_2A/s320/Andrew+J..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192962982476497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBDyza5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eYbZY4P04YM/s1600-h/Photo+627.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow! Graduation! School is almost out for the next year! Summer is coming....But one thing is in my mind this moment....Graduation! My mind is busy with finishing with my school work, coming to school to meet up with my teacher, and we are getting a lot of things done. What a day? What a year? Wow! I am freaking out! But not really I am just hanging in and getting my work done. I thought I was not going to make it but I think I am....Do you ever think sometimes some things that will not happen? Yeah I do that sometimes and some happen without me knowing....like that time Christmas Eve that is my grandma's birthday....Well it was so unexpected visitor came....But yeah I guess well if you are busy with your work on your free time you will never know that you are done with them all homeworks....Oh that is what i did today....Can't believe I am graduating this year, and I thought I was not going to make it....WoW! That is what is in my head at this moment.....Funny aye! LoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2375436675602817472?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2375436675602817472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2375436675602817472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2375436675602817472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2375436675602817472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/eye.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SBEcUa5Dw1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2CLux6cO_2A/s72-c/Andrew+J..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2865334399541653948</id><published>2008-04-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:22.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>places to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA-ULq5DwzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_63taWxdj08/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA-ULq5DwzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_63taWxdj08/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192531823594554162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW! here in oscarville we are not like other places that have airports and that really sucks but it is awesome like when the ice is breaking and see the water rising as high as we seen it go. It sure is freaky at the same time but i don't know about this year ice breaking but i sure know that is it going to be a lot of fun. We get to go down at the river and listen to all the ice breaking and also seeing it move is suck a seen. Just looking at all this snow and well ice i might think that it is going to have a great fun watching ice go away until next year. This is Erin's dog i think a the river she was taking pictures also when we were playing basketball over here well have a nice day and take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2865334399541653948?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2865334399541653948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2865334399541653948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2865334399541653948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2865334399541653948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/places-to-go.html' title='places to go'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA-ULq5DwzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_63taWxdj08/s72-c/IMG_2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-637373545215353879</id><published>2008-04-22T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:22.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;summer fun....i wrote a poem about that in one of our Buddy Groups we do every Friday but i guess i forgot what it was all about but all i know it is all about summer fun i guess but i will make sure a new one is on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summer Is Coming&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;summer fun is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here to make a smile on our face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy the moments with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;summer fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spend time with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or either friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;summer is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell all your friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy these memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;learn what your grandpa or grandma does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what they do will make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;listening to them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will fill your heart with their stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;summer is coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA6C3a5DwyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M1YF0kFNEtc/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA6C3a5DwyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M1YF0kFNEtc/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192231309027820322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my brother Nick&lt;br /&gt;we were busy in our fish camp that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-637373545215353879?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/637373545215353879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=637373545215353879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/637373545215353879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/637373545215353879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-is-coming.html' title='summer is coming!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SA6C3a5DwyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M1YF0kFNEtc/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3149314275166949075</id><published>2008-04-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:22.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to have class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAkCBAJPFXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e72eMoWsgEo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAkCBAJPFXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e72eMoWsgEo/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190682261763069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture i took was in Toksook Bay with all the Cross-country team in a class room looking like they are having class. by looking at this picture i had a great idea to write a letter to a fake teacher. one student from their class to thank the teacher for teaching him all the things a teacher teaches. also the other people looked like they weren't paying attention and just doing their own. so this letter i wrote meant to be just for fun.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3149314275166949075?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3149314275166949075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3149314275166949075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3149314275166949075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3149314275166949075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-for-teacher.html' title='trying to have class'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAkCBAJPFXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e72eMoWsgEo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-128200558583985411</id><published>2008-04-18T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>praying baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAj6rgJPFVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nd7kYqPFoEA/s1600-h/50398428"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAj6rgJPFVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nd7kYqPFoEA/s200/50398428" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190674195814487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hear my prayer. i hope i grow up as a top male model. the reason why i want to be a top male model because by the looks and watching a show about it sounds like it is a lot of fun to do, and get to wear clothes that i normally don't use a lot here as a baby. So becoming a top male model sounds a lot of fun also traveling a lot to different places i never traveled before and i would love to go to Paris, France. Thank you for listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When he turned 1 years old he soon found out that he was in a baby model as a cute bunny rabbit with pick flowers. When he was in Paris, France just as he prayed to Jesus his prayer was granted but he was dressed as a bunny rabbit which he really does not like these animals and it is all in pink and he does not like pink because pink makes him look fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAj6sAJPFWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nE_H50ytRXs/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAj6sAJPFWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nE_H50ytRXs/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190674204404421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;as you can see that i didn't want to be a young male top bunny pink rabbit on my birthday. hear me out again Jesus once again and clear. I want to be a race car driver as soon as i get old enough to drive a machine. Please Jesus don't mess this one up. Thank you for listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-128200558583985411?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/128200558583985411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=128200558583985411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/128200558583985411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/128200558583985411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-jesus-hear-my-prayer.html' title='praying baby'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAj6rgJPFVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nd7kYqPFoEA/s72-c/50398428' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-3468607802648695963</id><published>2008-04-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:23.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU15QJPFRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HlVSVDXDXVM/s1600-h/me+andrew+and+jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU15QJPFRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HlVSVDXDXVM/s200/me+andrew+and+jackie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189613403316884754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;-Jackie Joekay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU2PQJPFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AEJjjbGzGTk/s1600-h/Joekay+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU2PQJPFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AEJjjbGzGTk/s200/Joekay+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189613781274006834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;-she is my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU2bgJPFUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TYEngNaKP94/s1600-h/IMG_7107+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU2bgJPFUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TYEngNaKP94/s200/IMG_7107+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189613991727404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;-i love when i bother her so much that i will be missing her but not for long i will not be gone, and well these year with her was sucks a wonderful years that we had been going through these years losing a loved one that we will never forget them. as you can see that i love my brothers and sisters and well going to miss them while i am gone but i will be here a year so i will be here for their birthdays some of them or most of them but most likely i will be on all of these birthdays but idk about this girl right here my sister "Stephanie Jackie Joekay Cupell'aq"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-3468607802648695963?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/3468607802648695963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=3468607802648695963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3468607802648695963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/3468607802648695963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sis.html' title='My Sis'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAU15QJPFRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HlVSVDXDXVM/s72-c/me+andrew+and+jackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7922001789657388799</id><published>2008-04-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:24.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKzgJPFQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GjrTckqrvf0/s1600-h/Photo+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKzgJPFQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GjrTckqrvf0/s200/Photo+421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566025532642562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;-this is my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKLwJPFPI/AAAAAAAAADs/1FOSaEqLR7A/s1600-h/Photo+418_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKLwJPFPI/AAAAAAAAADs/1FOSaEqLR7A/s200/Photo+418_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189565342632842482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;-he makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKCgJPFOI/AAAAAAAAADk/rsMMp0FHz4g/s1600-h/Photo+417_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKCgJPFOI/AAAAAAAAADk/rsMMp0FHz4g/s200/Photo+417_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189565183719052514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;-i like to do what ever he does &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;like for example: i like to go hunting with him, i like to go riding with him where ever he goes i might follow him, being with my brother is sucks fun and well i guess that time we went ptarmagion hunting and i caught 2 and he caught the rest of them but he was cheating because he was using a shoot gun but i was going to use it but we ran out of shells....it would of been great to try it but this week we are going to head our way in the bluffs and search from them birds that were a lot of them man but we are going hunting....can't wait i had pictures of them but my mom put them in her computer at home and i was going to put them in my but she deleted them so i guess i am going to use her computer and either send to my first class or just add them by using her computer but it sure is slow and yea but that is okay but my bro here is fun to hang out with and i will sure miss him when i am off in college but i will be back when breaks are here so my brother Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7922001789657388799?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7922001789657388799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7922001789657388799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7922001789657388799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7922001789657388799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bro.html' title='My Bro'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAUKzgJPFQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GjrTckqrvf0/s72-c/Photo+421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7683012276488385971</id><published>2008-04-14T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:47:21.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/14/08 morning was BORING!</title><content type='html'>throughout the morning today was boring so much that i finished some of my work and when i was done there was i mean there was no one there to bother or being bothered by my brother andrew just me myself and i......but i guess this afternoon i am not going to be along and well here is my brother bothering me once again but i missed that even though it was annoying these school years i have been here but i will sure miss that when i am gone....YEAH! THEY ARE HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7683012276488385971?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7683012276488385971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7683012276488385971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7683012276488385971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7683012276488385971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/41408-morning-was-boring.html' title='4/14/08 morning was BORING!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2757841350858390717</id><published>2008-04-11T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:24.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAg9dpme3I/AAAAAAAAADU/9m21kEPuxnA/s1600-h/PIC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAg9dpme3I/AAAAAAAAADU/9m21kEPuxnA/s200/PIC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188183011034037106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAgo9pme2I/AAAAAAAAADM/4pAoEeLBIXU/s1600-h/PIC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAgo9pme2I/AAAAAAAAADM/4pAoEeLBIXU/s200/PIC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188182658846718818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these pictures were taken today at the hospital and Dential yea my baby sister and i but mostly i was bored so i took some pictures just like this and they are awesome but funny at the same time like this one and then others you see were taken today in bethel so yea here you go enjoy the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAhNdpme4I/AAAAAAAAADc/E1ycgYzylYk/s1600-h/PIC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAhNdpme4I/AAAAAAAAADc/E1ycgYzylYk/s200/PIC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188183285911944066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAgN9pme1I/AAAAAAAAADE/MUGZ2SnGGA8/s1600-h/PIC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAgN9pme1I/AAAAAAAAADE/MUGZ2SnGGA8/s200/PIC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188182194990250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2757841350858390717?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2757841350858390717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2757841350858390717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2757841350858390717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2757841350858390717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-pictures-were-taken-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/SAAg9dpme3I/AAAAAAAAADU/9m21kEPuxnA/s72-c/PIC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-1141211942757416551</id><published>2008-03-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:25.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Empty TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1S1N7uthI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S2GGZ7cdhxc/s1600-h/group640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1S1N7uthI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S2GGZ7cdhxc/s200/group640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889820400039442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1STd7utgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VDN_6SqVc9U/s1600-h/my+mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1STd7utgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VDN_6SqVc9U/s200/my+mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889240579454466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1R2N7utfI/AAAAAAAAACs/7HJO1X3a6Eo/s1600-h/grool+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1R2N7utfI/AAAAAAAAACs/7HJO1X3a6Eo/s200/grool+pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182888738068280818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like something is missing now a days?&lt;br /&gt;So far the years are going by so fast&lt;br /&gt;And i can hardly keep up&lt;br /&gt;My mind is empty&lt;br /&gt;But words, feelings, pictures&lt;br /&gt;Are coming in mind&lt;br /&gt;My heart today is empty&lt;br /&gt;It is filling with sadness&lt;br /&gt;Tears are filling my heart&lt;br /&gt;These pictures you see&lt;br /&gt;The one with where you see a baby pointing at something is my late uncle Steven or Jackie and me&lt;br /&gt;The one with just all by herself smiling is my grandma or which we call her "MY MUM"&lt;br /&gt;The other picture is my best friend that i really miss so badly&lt;br /&gt;These people you see these are the people i really miss so much that my heart is filling with tears, sadness is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Sucking it in me&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Is Empty TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I know that everyone misses someone&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feel&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so hard that I dream of them sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That is only when them darn problem comes back&lt;br /&gt;Also coming along other problem I hate really bad&lt;br /&gt;But I am hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive&lt;br /&gt;I love them all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1141211942757416551?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1141211942757416551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=1141211942757416551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1141211942757416551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/1141211942757416551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-is-empty-today.html' title='My Heart Is Empty TODAY!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R-1S1N7uthI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S2GGZ7cdhxc/s72-c/group640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2253787675713406856</id><published>2008-03-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:26:43.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever Feel Like No One Is Listening To You?</title><content type='html'>Some days i feel like no one is listening to you&lt;br /&gt;When you are having them no so happy days&lt;br /&gt;Or you just want to tell some one that your having the best days ever&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like that&lt;br /&gt;Even at home&lt;br /&gt;Just like the people are in their own world&lt;br /&gt;And don't want to be bothered&lt;br /&gt;One time i did that back when i was young&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;So i just didn't answer to anyone or bothered to listen&lt;br /&gt;Because i was in my world and didn't want to think any more&lt;br /&gt;But now the years are going by fast&lt;br /&gt;And now i am getting less not paying attention to&lt;br /&gt;This want to listen and have a great day&lt;br /&gt;And try make the one i know not feeling left out&lt;br /&gt;Or either just try make them smile&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened with my sister and me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do make each other mad&lt;br /&gt;But in a few minutes we soon forget what we did to make us mad&lt;br /&gt;We soon laugh at each other&lt;br /&gt;It is just that i can't stay mad at my friends or my family&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like no one listens&lt;br /&gt;But someone does listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2253787675713406856?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2253787675713406856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2253787675713406856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2253787675713406856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2253787675713406856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-ever-feel-like-no-one-is.html' title='Do You Ever Feel Like No One Is Listening To You?'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5324893047528878459</id><published>2008-03-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:18:44.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow is Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The snow you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falling from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like stars falling down to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not making any noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While landing on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can even sleep and nothing will make noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just the things around us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like the kids, snow machines, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the snow does nothing to make you awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless when the snow lands on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It starts off cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then turns into water running down our face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will feel like your crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But your not crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you cry and taste them both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is two different tasted between them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your tears taste like salt water like the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the snow taste nothing but plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;None to be added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For instance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cup of clean unwanted snow will make a tasty cold drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After getting the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bring it back and add either juice powder or even pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will make your drink a lot better then a warm drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also we can use this snow that is white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add it to your 50 something or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gallon bucket and there you will soon have fresh cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Snow is Falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The taste, look, sound, and the feel of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Makes me feel happy that we do have snow in Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you agree with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing about this snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We can ride around with snow machine to anywhere near our village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We also can play snow ball fight with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making snowman's or either make igloos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Snow is Falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5324893047528878459?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5324893047528878459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5324893047528878459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R98IQsMjFfI/AAAAAAAAACc/mDsrOhcK5Ww/s1600-h/IMG_21792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R98IQsMjFfI/AAAAAAAAACc/mDsrOhcK5Ww/s200/IMG_21792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178867179334079986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this colloge you see was made by me and these things you see are all by me and is so me...i kidd well you see them colors well these color represent the colors i felt as i was growing up from childhood, and you see a picture of my grandma but you can hardly see her because it was hard for me to let her go that time but i am mostly thinking of her and seeing her picture also i am glad my mom made a home movie about us and every one that passes away in there and it is so awesome seeing them and hearing them once again it is a great feeling seeing them on tv, okay see that i have pictures of me when i was a baby until now but those there while i was growing up i learned from all my mistakes and i know what to do also you see the MP3 on there well i put that one down because the music i hear makes me reflect to my life and how badly i miss my grandma and my best friend 4-life "Michelle Waska" also a book that i read "To Kill A Mockingbird" is suck a great book to read made me laugh in some parts and also made me feel how  the main character was feeling throughout the story as well so this colloge is all about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-1453647967300772273?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/1453647967300772273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R98IQsMjFfI/AAAAAAAAACc/mDsrOhcK5Ww/s72-c/IMG_21792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7541564255875455576</id><published>2008-03-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:40:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Think of What To Say?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mind is all over because i was to excited that the Hawks of Napaskiak and one Oscarville Hornets won the state basketball tournament......yea Hawkets.....that is what i think they say when they put Hawks and Hornets together but there is a lot of words they put them together, but that was in my mind the whole time today but my mind is still not organized that much today but i might be either sleepy or just to much thinking about things i need to do....well that is for today so later people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Say?!?'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-8839316933425119973</id><published>2008-03-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:25.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R8x2zjfHl1I/AAAAAAAAABk/KyONYQIJ-h0/s1600-h/auntie+marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R8x2zjfHl1I/AAAAAAAAABk/KyONYQIJ-h0/s200/auntie+marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173640700013025106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When looking at this picture does it look fake or she has been pasted on a back ground of some sort?&lt;br /&gt;this picture is not either fake or she has been pasted on a back ground but this picture is four realz....i like this picture because well first thing she is my grandma, and she lives here in Oscarville. also this picture looks too awesome that i need to post it on and yea hope ya like this, by they way she was ice fishing with my mom and yea down at this river okay i am going laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-8839316933425119973?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/8839316933425119973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Hi my name is Brita Ann Holt I just turned sixteen in April 1st. I grow up in South Ohio, and my parents are not so quite normal. My friends at school would bother and call me names every school day, and during weekends about how my parents act around things that are not alive. That day I remembered that my mom stepped out side for the very first time, and a basketball hit her right in the face, and ran in the house to get a shotgun. Once she had the gun in her hand she was just about to shoot the ball, but when she looked it was gone. My dad then said to her, “It grew legs and ran away to the trees over there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beginning of my paper gots more to write and yea it is going to be about this young teen that is going to be going to a coming of age, and she wants her problems to go away by staying out too late, going to parties, getting into trouble with the law, and she needs someone to talk to but can't have anyone that she trusts because her parents are all not so quite human. So Brita was walking on the beach and found something in a bottle so she read it, and the letter was written by Rosaline. Brita was just thinking to move to where ever Rosaline was at. There will be more about this story i am writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-6952268362928109085?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/6952268362928109085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=6952268362928109085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6952268362928109085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6952268362928109085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-of-brita-ann-holt.html' title='A Story Of Brita Ann Holt'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5777753200445701081</id><published>2008-03-02T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:13:51.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring-It-On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why in the world do I have to,&lt;br /&gt;Bring-It-On,&lt;br /&gt;What do I need to Bring,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of It,&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to deal with something,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world do you say,&lt;br /&gt;Bring-It-On,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of thought is this,&lt;br /&gt;Where is it going,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are gone,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Bring-It-On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5777753200445701081?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5777753200445701081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5777753200445701081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5777753200445701081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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loved,&lt;br /&gt;but really uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;around this world i never been,&lt;br /&gt;hiding my mind,&lt;br /&gt;under songs i like,&lt;br /&gt;under my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;under my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;deep below my unknow mind,&lt;br /&gt;travels to places,&lt;br /&gt;i really don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;coming to life,&lt;br /&gt;climbing my way out,&lt;br /&gt;out to this world of life,&lt;br /&gt;being loved my family,&lt;br /&gt;friends, and my lover,&lt;br /&gt;been hiding too long,&lt;br /&gt;found my mind,&lt;br /&gt;now i see the world,&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-6920149259005277493?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/6920149259005277493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=6920149259005277493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6920149259005277493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/6920149259005277493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/03/hiding-mind.html' title='Hiding Mind'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2923538469723193015</id><published>2008-03-02T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:53:04.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Soul</title><content type='html'>no one knows where,&lt;br /&gt;but had been lost a year,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where it has been,&lt;br /&gt;but knowing where it has been tracked,&lt;br /&gt;by this person that felt the pain,&lt;br /&gt;pain of heart broken memories,&lt;br /&gt;the forgotten soul,&lt;br /&gt;was now found,&lt;br /&gt;the year of 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2923538469723193015?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7506340812673996723</id><published>2008-02-29T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:23:28.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this place is busy,&lt;br /&gt;teachers getting tired,&lt;br /&gt;students wanting to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;kids wanting to play,&lt;br /&gt;trying to study for tests,&lt;br /&gt;trying their best,&lt;br /&gt;following directions,&lt;br /&gt;talking to friends,&lt;br /&gt;reading a lot of books,&lt;br /&gt;homework when is given to students,&lt;br /&gt;going home after school,&lt;br /&gt;getting house chores done,&lt;br /&gt;then watch or play games,&lt;br /&gt;finally go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;dream with sweet dreams,&lt;br /&gt;wake up and head to school,&lt;br /&gt;and be ready to learn&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/6228227882680924357-7506340812673996723?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7506340812673996723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7506340812673996723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7506340812673996723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7506340812673996723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2587862473054871051</id><published>2008-02-29T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:20:10.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday morning,&lt;br /&gt;Not myself,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to bring,&lt;br /&gt;This happy face,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to pack it in my bag,&lt;br /&gt;I tell my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;To mail it to me,&lt;br /&gt;I need my face,&lt;br /&gt;That happy face I see every day,&lt;br /&gt;A face my friends smile,&lt;br /&gt;A face I need,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't need to say,&lt;br /&gt;I am not Myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Grace "Bunna" Joekay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2587862473054871051?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2587862473054871051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2587862473054871051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2587862473054871051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2587862473054871051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-myself.html' title='Not Myself'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-43384709065607809</id><published>2008-02-29T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:17:58.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time has come,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you joy,&lt;br /&gt;To all your friends,&lt;br /&gt;That make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;They will come,&lt;br /&gt;And give you a wish,&lt;br /&gt;A wish that will make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;That may bring happiness in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;A wish you will never forget,&lt;br /&gt;A wish of,&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;And ask you this,&lt;br /&gt;"How how old are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Grace "Bunna" Joekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-43384709065607809?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/43384709065607809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=43384709065607809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/43384709065607809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/43384709065607809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7768586076060175663</id><published>2008-02-28T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:38:26.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R8cf0JwT-MI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dx918NziEHE/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R8cf0JwT-MI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dx918NziEHE/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137677890517186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally like Halloween. I don't know why I like Halloween but it is a time when everyone is all dressed in costumes or make-up from either their favorite character or other things like a cat, dog, etc. Also the older kids like to dress up mostly in scary costumes that little babies or kids will cry, and think that the character is real and is there to get them. So this picture was taken 4 years ago, man this is so long ago that I can't think if I was there hiding from taken pictures, and every Halloween year my mom likes to take pictures of all kids with their cute costumes or awesome make-up. By the way we do a follow up as well. So this is our way of trick-or-treating. The day before Halloween starts we as the elder where we are going to start either in our housing or at the end. So she makes the plans when where and we meet there and start going to house to house but we do this in a group of lines and we all have to be quite because this is what she told every kid that was there. This is what she told us "If we made loud noises and running around something will come where every we are and take us and never come back." I think those are the words she told us. Halloween, how is it like in your part of your village?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7768586076060175663?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7768586076060175663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7768586076060175663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7768586076060175663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7768586076060175663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/haloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/R8cf0JwT-MI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dx918NziEHE/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-5198783193301437306</id><published>2008-02-27T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:37:54.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If There Were No Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Birds&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;That would be&lt;br /&gt;Funny to see&lt;br /&gt;No Birds&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy watching&lt;br /&gt;When back from migrating&lt;br /&gt;Awful&lt;br /&gt;No Birds&lt;br /&gt;To hunt&lt;br /&gt;To cook delisious soup&lt;br /&gt;For other people to enjoy the taste&lt;br /&gt;No Birds&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;Will be an awful site not to see&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Better yet&lt;br /&gt;How enjoying to egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;Getting pictures&lt;br /&gt;How the baby birds will look&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;No Birds&lt;br /&gt;I will be gloomy not seeing&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly in the empty blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-5198783193301437306?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/5198783193301437306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=5198783193301437306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5198783193301437306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/5198783193301437306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-there-were-no-birds.html' title='If There Were No Birds'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-7470372231487522054</id><published>2008-02-26T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:38:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grace Martha Marie Joekay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Bunna&lt;br /&gt;Most of my relative call me AliCang&lt;br /&gt;But you can call me either&lt;br /&gt;Does not matter to me&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 brothers &amp;amp; 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;My parents are&lt;br /&gt;Eliza &amp;amp; Alex Joekay&lt;br /&gt;In order from oldest to youngest&lt;br /&gt;Me, Andrew, Jackie, Nick, Nathan &amp;amp; Irene&lt;br /&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Me use to fight when we were little&lt;br /&gt;But now we are such good friends&lt;br /&gt;The youngest ones sure get annoying&lt;br /&gt;But they are adorable sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But I sure loved them&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of going to College&lt;br /&gt;Where I can go shopping&lt;br /&gt;I lie, I am thinking where&lt;br /&gt;Anchorage, Fairbanks or near my village "Bethel"&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from High School&lt;br /&gt;Going to think where to go to college&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the summer&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I go&lt;br /&gt;This is all me&lt;br /&gt;There is more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-7470372231487522054?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/7470372231487522054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=7470372231487522054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7470372231487522054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/7470372231487522054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228227882680924357.post-2792005326945116516</id><published>2008-02-26T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:10:56.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending to Know How to Perm Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My mom had did the rest of the job, and I had to do the rest of the perming my sister's hair. It started off it me finishing the rest of the hair, then add the first step spraying some kind of liquid in her hair, then leave them on for like 45 minutes, but I was thinking that, since her hair is all thin I could of checked it in 20 minutes, but I was too sleepy that I forgot. When 45 minutes was done we then rinsed her hair for 3 minutes, then I added the next step liquid on to her hair. Man, seeing this being added to her hair freaked me out at first, but I was pretending that I knew everything. So we waited for that to settle for like 5 minutes, and I told her to rinse that with water when they 5 min. was passed. I was thinking that she had to wash her hair after all the things had been added to her hair, but not know what I was doing, and being all sleepy, I told my sister to wash her hair after she takes these curlers off. Knowing only the steps I can remember for watching my mom do this to many times, but one step I didn't watch because i thought it was all boring or i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt; by watching a movie. My sister knew what to do but she never opened her mouth to tell me what to do with that After-Perm so I went off telling her to wash her hair. Pretending to know how to perm hair was taken at mid-night or passed mid-night. Seeing her hair now is still good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228227882680924357-2792005326945116516?l=bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/feeds/2792005326945116516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228227882680924357&amp;postID=2792005326945116516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2792005326945116516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228227882680924357/posts/default/2792005326945116516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnajoekay08.blogspot.com/2008/02/pretending-to-know-how-to-perm-hair.html' title='Pretending to Know How to Perm Hair!'/><author><name>Bunna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139498407522121289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQ6Dej0uNgA/S7lSNQc-g7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2A3Gx4SpGeQ/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-04+at+18.50+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
