<?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-5138520315385846038</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:53:55.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIKITOS HTM BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-1822863404093934124</id><published>2009-05-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:44:54.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKMB post#7</title><content type='html'>Jem&lt;br /&gt;I never new why some one would drink whisky the whole day. Today I leaned that Mr. Dolphus Raymond is a person that doesn’t live like everybody thinks he does. He live that way because he likes it that way and people believe that drinking is the cause of his problems but really those are just how he likes to live, but he doesn’t want to show them that their all wrong and that’s just the way he is cause he doesn’t think that he has to prove to people that’s the way he lives just so they understand him. When we went back to the court room it was Atticuses closing state meant and it sounded so food they would have to be fool not to take he side I felt.&lt;br /&gt;            It was horrible Calpurnia walk into the court room and it hit me right their that she was looking for us there would be no other reason for her being their. She approached him and gave him a note and it felt like my heart stopped. He read it and found out we weren’t at home and then he told it to the court room, and I was wondering what they will say if he leaves then no one could take over his place and tom will lose. But then the judge said that where here and I thought I died right their.     &lt;br /&gt;            I felt so bad to find out after all that that the people feel that Tom was lying. Everyone new it wasn’t right but it just shows how raises this country really is. I started crying because it was to much we tried so hard all for nothing so why did we try I thought. Well I soon found out it was because we always need to try and people like my dad are their for people that need help for the right reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-1822863404093934124?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/1822863404093934124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=1822863404093934124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/1822863404093934124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/1822863404093934124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tkmb-post7.html' title='TKMB post#7'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-8703318009683655829</id><published>2009-05-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:49:01.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKMB post#6</title><content type='html'>Toms point of view&lt;br /&gt;This could be one of the worst days in my life I can’t believe that they really think I raped her. I am sure it is because I am black I wish this county didn’t care about color but that isn’t something that I can change by my self they are the ones in power. This is no far this not &lt;strong&gt;complacently&lt;/strong&gt; in this case they are all lying they are just believing what one person has said. Well I feel it may not be the same for me. I hope the will believe the truth. Even the sheriff is against me it seems this is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;            The sheriff is either lying and he doesn’t remember what happened and he is just going with what the other person has said in this case because he is also raises and didn’t know the whole side of the story and just because I ran away after words. Mr.Ewells was still their and then the sheriff came he could have told him anything just to make me look bad I new something bad was going to happen but I wouldn’t thing it would escalate to this situation.&lt;br /&gt;            After the sheriff was on the stand it was time for Mayella to come up. I was hoping that she was going to tell the truth but it seemed that her father would have killed her if she said the right thing. I was very scared she said I shouldn’t be let free practically, and that really hurt my heart. In a way I can’t blame her because she probably would have got beet even more, unless Mr.Ewells would go to jail. But that would mess up their whole family I couldn’t let that happen but I didn’t want it to end the other way also.&lt;br /&gt;            After she was done I was asked to the stand I just went up their and told the truth knowing they wouldn’t believe me now but still I would hope so. I told then that I was just helping her get something and then I fell and she hugged me and kissed me &lt;strong&gt;indulgently&lt;/strong&gt;. After that in the window was Mr. Ewells because he wasn’t being &lt;strong&gt;oblivious&lt;/strong&gt;  he came in yelling at Mayellaz and calling her a whore and threatening to kill her. I was very scared so I ran I wasn’t about to be &lt;strong&gt;encumbered&lt;/strong&gt; to get a way. If I staid that would have been the end of me and &lt;strong&gt;dispelled&lt;/strong&gt;. He had to beat her and tell the sheriff I raped her and forced her to tell him that and agree with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-8703318009683655829?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/8703318009683655829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=8703318009683655829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/8703318009683655829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/8703318009683655829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tkmb-post6.html' title='TKMB post#6'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-7691456727313224624</id><published>2009-05-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:49:23.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKMB post#5</title><content type='html'>jems point of view&lt;br /&gt;I love Aunt Alexandra but that is the one person that I get annoyed of the most on this whole world she thinks she is so &lt;strong&gt;infallible&lt;/strong&gt;. I like her stories she tells us and I like her as a person but she is trying to take over and fit in somewhere were she doesn’t belong. I am not trying to be mean but she can’t fit into our society. She already got to know everyone though just because this is a small town everyone knows everyone she isn’t special. I am not saying that she should leave just because of my opinions. But if other people the same way I would like to take a little brake from my aunt. Atticus tells me that it is mean and we just can’t kick her out even if he would do something like that. If she doesn’t like it here then she will leave on here own I hope.     &lt;br /&gt;I am also getting tired of Scout in a way. I keep telling her she can hate our aunt all she wants but as long as she doesn’t show it to her face, and she won’t &lt;strong&gt;acquire&lt;/strong&gt; it in her head. I was starting to get along with her a little better, but it disappointed me when we found out that she was trying to get rid of Cal for a lot of reasons like &lt;strong&gt;ecclesiastical &lt;/strong&gt;and being fine with races . Atticus would never let her go after what we have been through he is very &lt;strong&gt;pensive&lt;/strong&gt; person. I am also mad that scout attacked me after I was trying to help her and give her advice. Atticus came and had to &lt;strong&gt;extract&lt;/strong&gt; us from each other  Something that help me was I found out Dill was back and that he ran away to chill with us.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having Dill around now scout has her entertainment and doesn’t have to bother me. I soon found out now it was just both instead of just one. I over hear a conversation with Atticus and our aunt to find out that she thinks that he shouldn’t be part of the case just because they feel that it is bringing shame to the family. I say my father talking to someone and they told me to leave and then the man was starting to say I have to leave or something bad would happen it seemed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-7691456727313224624?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/7691456727313224624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=7691456727313224624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/7691456727313224624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/7691456727313224624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tkmb-post5.html' title='TKMB post#5'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-2712249653590216931</id><published>2009-05-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:08:13.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKMB post#4</title><content type='html'>This is Jems view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I was so mad that a lot of people in the town did a lot of neat things. But by dad didn’t do anything or at least I thought so at first. When Scout and I were playing out side one day Scout started saying something about a sick looking dog I didn’t think of anything of it at first. Then she told cal about it and then they told everybody that it had mad dog everyone one seemed they were in peril. I didn’t now what it was at first but then I remember that is was like when a dog went crazy like rabies. I didn’t see why everyone was freaking out. The whole city was locked up it seemed but then Atticus came with the sheriff and I could tell what was happing at first he was talk to the sheriff, and then he gave him a gun and I wouldn’t think that they were going to shoot him. I also didn’t think my dad would be able to shoot him and then he aimed on it and stood their for a second then pulled the trigger. It was very fast I almost missed the bullet emerge with the bog but then I looked at the right time and saw the dog fall.&lt;br /&gt;            Soon enough I found out about my fathers past because after that shot people would start to notice and remember him again. He use to be a very good shooter one of the best but I was wondering why he didn’t tell us. Cal told us how good he was and how he would never miss a shot. I soon found out he didn’t want to brag or seem like he was because he new he had a talent and he didn’t want to abuse it. I told scout to not tell people and understand it in Atticuses view. Knowing her she would tell people just to brag because now she can say something about our dad.&lt;br /&gt;            I felt bad for braking Scouts new toy and I regret braking Mrs.Dubose flowers so I didn’t have to go over to her house the whole time just to pay her back for what I did I extracted her flower for her. I was defending Atticus and he told me why I shouldn’t have done that he was being cantankerous. I listen to him and in the end I didn’t contradict his words. I had to go to her house every day for about 2 hours I couldn’t take it at fist all she did was yell at us and be rude and mean. After 1 mouth and a week I got out of that place for good. I felt bad and sad at first when I found out she died. I didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;            I also did something I have never done before and never suspect to do. Cal took us to a black peoples church and I was very interesting a lot of people where singing and I was all for their freedom and how they where thanking god for everything.  I saw many random things at the church I found out about Tom Robinson and how he is accuses of rape.  Over all I had a good time and it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-2712249653590216931?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/2712249653590216931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=2712249653590216931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/2712249653590216931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/2712249653590216931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tkmb-post4.html' title='TKMB post#4'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-3418792652215102462</id><published>2009-05-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:21:41.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKMB post#3</title><content type='html'>It was a very cold hard winter and one of the &lt;strong&gt;ingenuous&lt;/strong&gt; Radleys past away. The kids would stop asking what happen to her because they were saying that Boo Radley was the one who killed her. But I wasn’t going to let my kids’ harass the fact that it was just out of natural causes. After they got that out of their sister Dill came back it was nice to see him around playing with Scout every now and then. At least she wasn’t trying to hang out with Boo anymore I feel that he is trouble and may have a bad influence on scout.&lt;br /&gt;Also it was very remarkable for it to start snowing here it hasn’t snowed since 1885. Scout has never seen snow before and neither has Jem they started to work on something in the snow and as I came back from work I look and my yard has very little snow on it and this mad me think what could have happened? When I arrive at the door Scout and Jem tell me that they made a snow man. I was really happy that they were using their minds and being creative and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping and I awoke to a rude awakening. I scrub my eyes and walk down the hall to get a drink I was walking and I hear a lot of crumbling and people yelling. I look down the hall and see a bright red light on the wall I walk closer and look out the window and see the biggest flames I have ever seen it was like twenty feet tall flames around the whole house. Their were a few people but I thought about it and noticed that it could speed to other houses. I woke up the kids and they rushed outside and mad them walk down the street to safety go somewhere &lt;strong&gt;isolated&lt;/strong&gt;. Do not be &lt;strong&gt;adjacent&lt;/strong&gt; to the fire. By the time I got to the house people were pushing a fire truck to the house. It was crazy everybody was running around causing habit people weren’t staying calm. After a few hours the house went down in one giant flame rose soon enough it was put out and people left the seen. After all that I went back to asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jack was coming to town but it disappointed me that scout learned what a cuss word was and now she was saying them and &lt;strong&gt;debate&lt;/strong&gt; I knew Jack wouldn’t like this. I was good to see him I only see him about twice a year including Christmas. He came and he seem to talk to Jem a lot but Scout was the one who really liked to talk to company.&lt;br /&gt;Also something that upset me was that people at Scouts school were talking bad about me to Scout. I am not mad at the fact of them hating niggers just that how they have to make fun of my daughter just because I am doing my job. I know that in this time people weren’t happy about black people but they should hate me just because I am doing something that I have to do it is an &lt;strong&gt;acquaintance&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not saying I am against my client and having to work with him but it is still by duty to do so. It doesn’t matter to me that if he is a black man it wouldn’t matter if it was a fly as long as he is my client.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-3418792652215102462?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/3418792652215102462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=3418792652215102462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3418792652215102462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3418792652215102462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tkmb-post3.html' title='TKMB post#3'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-7929251379637092637</id><published>2009-05-03T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:35:50.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1- Chapters 1-3 from the perspective of Jem</title><content type='html'>Me and scout where in the back yard having fun and messing around when we came along a new kid that we haven’t met. This was a very strange boy scout would even agree that this boy looked acquired. His name was Charles Baker Harris but he went by Bill. He would come during the school year but leave over the summer. This was nephew of Miss Stephanie Crawford. This was our neighbor that lived next to us. After having a conversation with Dill I could tell that this was going to be very strange with a person like Dill around. He still is very young like about 7 and was able to read.&lt;br /&gt;            I was right having Dill around was strange but not boring he bared me to go up to the Radley house and just put my hand on the house. I could back out because why would I. I can take any bare. So I ran up to the house and tapped it and then ran back. I thought that the Radleys son would come out and try to kill us. I have seen him walk around at night time in people backwards because I have seen him before. He has even been in our backward.&lt;br /&gt;            Soon enough Dill had to go and then before we new it school came along it was going to be scouts first time at school or at least first grade. I told her that school is easy and she would be able to handle it but I also had to brake it to her that at school I am hanging out with my friends and I don’t have time to be hanging out with you. I didn’t want to be mean it was just because that’s the only time I see my friends because I always play with her. Later that day I saw Scout and she was sad because her teacher was not letting her read during school because that isn’t what the school was teaching yet. This is something that Scout has to learn about school there are many rules and it hard to follow all of them.&lt;br /&gt;            I thought that it was going good in my classes at school and having fun meeting up with all my old friends. But as soon as I saw Scout again at school she was pushing this kid’s face into the dirt just because of a dilemma in class that happened earlier that day. I told scout that that was right at school and then we invited him over to eat as an apology from Scout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-7929251379637092637?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/7929251379637092637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=7929251379637092637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/7929251379637092637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/7929251379637092637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-1-chapters-1-3-from-perspective.html' title='Journal #1- Chapters 1-3 from the perspective of Jem'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-6509686251980397922</id><published>2009-05-01T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:27:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tis’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by Mikito Wendell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The book I read was called &lt;i&gt;Tis’ &lt;/i&gt;this was a very interesting book by the way the author talks about his situation of dealing with hard times and not having much money. The author has to face tragic obstacles involving his father decisions in life. You would never think about how a family being from a different country facing a different culture and language would survive dealing with difficult times. Their situation helped me realize what a lot of people have to do in order to survive and better their life; for example, coming to the states not knowing anyone, trying to start a new life and try to  adapt to the lifestyle like the people in the states.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;            Frank McCourt, the main character, had to deal with a culture shock coming to the states by himself, and also had to find ways to make money to help his family. When he came to the states, he realized how it was and how difficult it was adjusting to the life style of a fast complex society. He had to do it fairly quickly and found a job as a teacher.  There are manly things that people from different countries have to adapt to in the states, because other countries don’t run like the U.S. You would be surprised with what Frank McCourt had to deal with before he could settle down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;            Frank McCourt didn’t come to America and just get a job and start sending money back to his family like he wanted to. He first explored the city to get a job from a very holly person just so that he can get started off in the states. One thing led to another and before he knew it he was doing things that he would never suspect to do. He got involved with the army and then came back to live a normal life as a civilian. These are all the things that you would never think about doing, but he can successfully say that he struggled, but lived through his life and was able to face a lot of challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;            If you are the type of person that likes to see life from a different perspective, then this is a good book to read because Frank McCourt gives a good example of that situation. If you like to read about a lot of events that happen and find out how certain people overcome their situations and problems, then you will find this book very interesting.                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-6509686251980397922?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/6509686251980397922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=6509686251980397922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6509686251980397922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6509686251980397922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/05/tis-review.html' title='Tis&apos; review'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-1109584152181604825</id><published>2009-04-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:08:25.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Project Reflection</title><content type='html'>Mikito Wendell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my LC book ‘Tis this book helps me learn a lot. It was a good book about a guy who doesn’t have a good life in his country and wants to move to the states so he can make money and get a job. I also liked this book because the person in the book was a very interesting person, he lived a very hard and strange life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I learned many things from this book on how hard life really is and how much harder it is to come to America and start a life here. People had to start off with nothing and just start a life in a new country. I also notice that a lot of the people I know wouldn’t be able to handle what he went through. I am not sure if I would be able to handle what he had to struggle with but I would never really be able to tell. I think it would be even harder in today’s society to live on your own, compared to what the kids I interviewed had to deal with. I am not saying it was easy for them it was still very hard for immigrants to survive in this country and it was hard to keep going when you have to deal with that much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My group was able to look back on the book and make sure everyone is up to date on the book and everyone understands what is going on in this book. I think that would help because I found out when I was confused on a part, there was a high chance someone else in my group was confused with that part also. I would ask someone to clarify that part for me and at least one person in the group would want to know more about that part to help them understand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I liked how we used blogs instead of writing them because I feel it is a lot easier to type pages then it is to write them. Sure may need more writing to type and it doesn’t look as much as if you where to write it, but it looks neater that if I where to have crumpled pages. I also like the fact that the computer has spell check because I am not good at noticing my own errors in my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Some thing that I had a problem with in my blog where that when my computer crashes there is no way for me to do my work at home because it is all on computers. But besides that fact I like using the computer because it is neat and easy. And I also like how you can always go look at some one else’s blog if you don’t understand a part and you cant contact the person you can go on their blog and see if there is anything that can help you understand better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            For my art piece I chose to make a summarization of the book onto an art piece. I tried to put what happened in the whole book into one picture that I drew I put his memory of his dad leaving and I showed it took a while to get to the states and then what was waiting for him once he got here. I tried to show his emotions at first but I decided not to in the end because I wasn’t the best drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I feel their was a big connection with my painting to the book since I tried to include main points of the book inside my painting or the main idea of the book. My painting showed a memory of his past that included his father leaving him. I also showed his house and how it wasn’t that nice compared to New York. I also put a sign showing with way leaves to what life style that he was going to life like home he would have a poor family and a bad house with very little work and money. Or he could go to America and get a job and start a new life their and try to become successful.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            I think my painting looked nice I turned out better then I thought a first I had my droughts with the picture but in the end it looked good. I feel I didn’t mess up on the painting portion much because other wise it would look a lot worse then it did. Painting turned out to be harder than I thought I came out better then I thought, but I thought it would be a lot easier to paint but it turns out painting is harder than people think. I am not the best artist but I am still proud of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I think if I did a book cover it would of looked better because I wouldn’t have to try to put in small details about evens that happened. I had an idea but due to everyone doing book covers I was asked to choose another thing to make for my painting. I think if I put more time into it will look better but that’s because everything would look better if you put more time into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I think this was a good idea because this was a fun component to this project. I like drawing in my free time even though I may not be the best at painting, but I still like to make art when I get the chance. I had fun drawing the picture and I learned even more about the after this part due to needing to go back and finding the important parts to put in I remembers another small details that I tried to include in my art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            For the interview of this project I had to go to a school that had a few immigrant students and we were asked to interview them. This was kind of difficult due to my immigrants’ only being in this country for a year or so, this means that they didn’t speak good English and didn’t know all the word I knew. So some question I asked them they weren’t able to answer them due to not knowing what I said. I also had to interview to people because I was assigned them and we had one person less than they did so I had a extra person to talk to and interview. They seem very shy and they didn’t seem like they knew how to talk English that well, but when they did talk they wouldn’t say much so it was really difficult to find out the answers to my questions that I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Since I was apart of the going to the immigrants’ school program I was only required to interview two people twice but I think it would have been a new experience to interview people all those ways. Yes I have done that before but I have never interview a immigrant and talking about how they got here and what it was like just to come here and start a new life here in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I learned a lot from my immigrants like how Thailand is manly a ghetto and there is a lot of gang violence in most parts of Thailand. I also learned that there are more than one language that they speak their there are like three main languages that the people their speak. One of them in Lau and that is what Tar Nee Nee and Mie speak. Their culture is a lot different to use as well also that their religions are every different. Some religions wear certain things for each day because some religion their wear certain   colors on days.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Reading a person life is different then actually meeting the person and talking to people form out of this country. The book help understand how hard it must be but when you talk to the person you really get their opinion on how different their culture is compared to ours. The charter in the book lived a life in America and he is done with his journey. But the person that I went to talk to is only like 17 so he still has to live his life here and find out what it is like to live here. The people that I interviewed where manly here for about a year so far to they have a lot to learn and a lot to find out about America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I am not sure what they will feel when they get my gift they don’t seem like they liked me that much but I hope they at least thank me for feel thankful that someone was interested about heir life and how different our life styles are. I put music on their that they said they liked so I hope they will end up listing to the CD I made or at least listen to the song that I put on their that relate to their lives and song that I put on their that they might like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-1109584152181604825?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/1109584152181604825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=1109584152181604825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/1109584152181604825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/1109584152181604825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/04/immigration-project-reflection.html' title='Immigration Project Reflection'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-51262233439328392</id><published>2009-03-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:43:32.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post</title><content type='html'>“I don’t know they are but I’m not fond of’em.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very random quotes it may not sound like it means much but this shows that people aren’t use to trying other cultures food. I am glad that our country gives the freedom to eat whatever kind of food we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be hard eating only American food; I am grateful for having all types of food around me that I can try. Imagine if our community didn’t let people eat there native foods. We would have over half of the types of food we have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you would do if you came to this country and tried a hamburger what would you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No thanks, I’d rather be in my own bed, if you don’t mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he is meaning because I have had those days were you just want to be in your own world for a time just to get away from the world. I have said things close to things many times and I think I will say it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he doesn’t have much days life’s these because I know these aren’t the best days. This day is the day were you just want to sleep all day and not get up and just walk away to everyone that talks to you that you don’t want to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had one of those days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-51262233439328392?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/51262233439328392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=51262233439328392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/51262233439328392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/51262233439328392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-post.html' title='Final Post'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-5119034958327542008</id><published>2009-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:10:10.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post#4</title><content type='html'>Quote #1: “After that we went to the plot every day but Sunday and cleared it of rocks and stones till we reached earth and helped my father with the planting of potatoes, carrots, and cabbage.” Author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how hard they had to work everyday (but Sundays) and this is their normal life sure it is a job and everyone has a job but this is harder then just that they aren’t getting paid like everyone. If they want to survive they have to work. I wish  people could understand how happy we should be for what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can deal with that I wouldn’t want to try also.  I think that would be to hard but I bet I could get use to it if I had too. I think I will never work as hard as he did for his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qestion#1:Really ask your self would you be able to handle what he is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote #2: “If my mother and father had been sent back I wouldn’t be on the deck with lights of Manhattan a sparkling dream before me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so sad that if that were to happened imagine not haven parents to help you with living your life. I now every kid wants to have freedom of parents but trust me you want you parents in your life as long as they can be in it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would last that long with out my parents I would be able to survive on the streets but if I didn’t have parents I don’t think I would be able to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quection#2: How long do you think you can last with out your parents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-5119034958327542008?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/5119034958327542008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=5119034958327542008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/5119034958327542008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/5119034958327542008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/03/post4.html' title='Post#4'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-6521725969045064435</id><published>2009-03-01T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:58:32.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post #4</title><content type='html'>Quote#1: Pg 170 last paragraph “When the war came and he was drafted and sent to Seattle it was the end of the marriage.” This was not the main character this was a girl (Mike) that came up to him and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that time back then was hard for not only the main character but for everyone. Time was very hard through war people got paid little and no money was mad because everyone got drafted to the army so no guys can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for this girl because I would hate to live life with out my dad because it helps knowing that you have one and someone looking out for you. I think she has dealt with a lot of hard things in life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question#1: do you think the main character will get with Mike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote#2: pg 161 1st paragraphs. “I was going to but my mother said if I ever turned Jewish she’d throw her herself off the gorge Washington bridge and between you and me I didn’t give a shit if she jumped and bounced off a passing tugboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that how much Jews were hated back then. They didn’t even have a reason to hate them they hated them because they can breath. His mother didn’t want to him to turn into a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why did they hate them did people back then just need someone to pick on or something. And still to this day people still have something against Jews. I hope we can get over our hatred to religions and under stand that we all have our own beliefs and life styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #2: Why do you think everyone hated Jews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-6521725969045064435?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/6521725969045064435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=6521725969045064435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6521725969045064435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6521725969045064435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-4.html' title='post #4'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-6813715914661394740</id><published>2009-02-24T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:06:54.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post #3</title><content type='html'>The quote I chose is on pg 105&lt;br /&gt;“Mam makes the tea and it’s good to see she has decent cups and saucers now not like the old day when we drank from jam jars.”&lt;br /&gt;This shows that they must have not had much money and needed to use cheaper materials to save money. I think that is why they came to the sates to live better lives and get more money to live a better life.&lt;br /&gt;Q1: Do you think that you would be able to live in very hard conditions like they could of lived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is on page 102&lt;br /&gt;“There’s one boy off the side who stands with his hand in his pocket and I can see he has two red scabby eyes in a face full of pimples.”&lt;br /&gt;   They are talking about a street kid and how he looks shows how they looked and what they would do since there was nothing they can do about the way they are living. I don’t think I would be able to survive at that time but I think I would be able to survive in today’s world but not back then because it was a lot harder then, then now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2:Why do you think people get homeless their?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-6813715914661394740?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/6813715914661394740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=6813715914661394740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6813715914661394740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6813715914661394740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-3.html' title='post #3'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-5985084700301765886</id><published>2009-02-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:06:37.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>For this museum they manly taught us about the Jewish religion and how a lot of this religion related to the past. They were being treated very poorly and they had few rights. They would let Jews run for president unless they wear swears on the catholic bible in 1820’s. But they felt that this wasn’t right and wasn’t fear so after a period of time the decided to pass the Jew bill and this was so that Jews were aloud to become president and this was in 1825.&lt;br /&gt;I learned he first person to become part of the government was Judah Benjamin and got to be secretary of state. Also Jewish people didn’t speak Hebrew they also spoke Yiddish this was a language mixed with Hebrew, Germen, and Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo I chose was the one with the boy inside the airport with alto of people around him and it look like he is scared. This shows that a lot of people aren’t use to our life style and how the city is changing. A lot of people aren’t us to how we live and never seen that technology we have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote I chose said “if we would of stayed in Bosnia we would have probably been killed although no one can predict he future, just imagine a 7 year old child wondering if he would be killed the next day or spared in his world we call home.”&lt;br /&gt;By: Denis Tuzinori&lt;br /&gt;This was a good quote because you can really feel they emotion he is putting into writing this and you can feel what he is feeling. This really happened to people and we will never under stand how hard life really is for other people out their.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina J. Grillo&lt;br /&gt;Was the author of the personal essay that we had to read I really liked this assay because is really made me think that all people should be treated equal because we are all people and we are all they same just because we come from different people places doesn’t mean that we aren’t all the same? She changed my mind and she taught me that everyone is equal no matter what we think because we are all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-5985084700301765886?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/5985084700301765886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=5985084700301765886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/5985084700301765886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/5985084700301765886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-6491147332712523583</id><published>2008-12-05T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:31:46.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://blog.afi.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/into_the_wild_movie_poster.jpg" src="http://blog.afi.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/into_the_wild_movie_poster.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikito Wendell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Into the Wild” is manly for people who are into books about traveling and adventurers. This is a book about a boy that doesn't think that he fits into today’s society, he also read a lot of books when he was a kid about people running away from there lives and living on there own. The main character is named Chris but so that he can hide his identity he goes by Alex. He only read book about people running away and living on there own and are able o survive in the wild. Due to reading all these book he thinks he can do as well as fictional character but if u want to see how he does you have to read the book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            In a way I like this book but I the same time, I realized that this book is hard to understand due to how the format of the reading made in this book. I had trouble reading it because manly people talk it isn’t just the main character. It isn’t just one person telling the story so that was a little hard to understand. In this book Chris meets  many people in this novel. Many people in this book doubt Chris for running away and think that he is messing his life up and all this does is make Chris more determined to survive just to prove to him self and other people that he can do it. But also some people like that fact that Chris is doing this and think that he will make it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I had the chance to read this book again I would like to read it again, because I feel like there are some parts that I didn’t understand, and I could have had a better understanding of it. But over all I like this book because I really like what Chris is fighting for because I can see my self doing the same thing and I feel that me and the character have a lot in conmen. I rate this book a 7 out of 10 because I liked it over all but it could have been less confusing to understand. So its up to you to read it or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-6491147332712523583?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/6491147332712523583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=6491147332712523583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6491147332712523583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6491147332712523583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/12/into-wild-review.html' title='Into the Wild review'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-3822531808877385574</id><published>2008-11-07T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:21:57.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About to Get on the Boat ch13</title><content type='html'>Mikito Wendell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the officer was walking back to the raft he thought what the boy said about two died. “How did two people die on this island anyway? I hope it wasn’t cannibalism” said the officer in a joking tone.&lt;br /&gt;“Well the first person that was killed was-“&lt;br /&gt;The officer “wait you said killed”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, well! Jack was-&lt;br /&gt;“We were in the forest and an snake rapped around him and squeezed him to death. There was nothing we could have done to save him. We tried but it was no use.” Jack said in a scared way.&lt;br /&gt;“And the other one” said the officer.&lt;br /&gt;“He got a bolder dropped on him” said one of the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;God! “We need to get you guys off this island before any body else dies” said the officer in a joking tones again.&lt;br /&gt;As they were all walking on to the rafts, he said “The raft isn’t big enough for all of you guys, two will need to stay and wait until I drop off the first load”&lt;br /&gt;“Me and Ralph will stay and wait till you come back” said Jack in an eager voice. As soon as the boat was a few feet away. Jack grabs Ralph by the shoulders and said “Now listen you better not say anything about Piggy or Simone because it wasn’t my fault. I got too caught up in the fact that we never were going to survive and I didn’t think before I acted.&lt;br /&gt;“And you think is ok for you to just get a way from this and act like nothing ever happened” Ralph said in a furies voice.” You getting away are the last thing that I will do, if anything.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack looked irritated in his eyes and in less then three seconds he jumped on Ralph putting the stick against his throat and started to choke him. Ralph makes a fist and swings at Jack while he was still on the floor. It hits Jack’s temple and as if he got hit by lighting, he fell back. As soon as they were about to really start going into a full drawl.&lt;br /&gt; The officer came on to the shore a yelled “Lets go we have a tight schedule.”&lt;br /&gt;“You got lucky this time, just wait till I see you again when the officer isn’t here” Jack said in a threatening way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-3822531808877385574?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/3822531808877385574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=3822531808877385574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3822531808877385574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3822531808877385574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-to-get-on-boat-ch13.html' title='About to Get on the Boat ch13'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-475780894022452813</id><published>2008-10-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:03:35.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have all the power</title><content type='html'>jack-&lt;br /&gt;Now we have proof that the beast is really because it came formed as Simone. I am glad that we showed it whats what. At least now it got a warning of what we can do to it. I hope it doesn’t come back when we aren’t ready but even if it did we would be able to take it. Even if it terns into a &lt;strong&gt;corpulent&lt;/strong&gt; monster we will wipe it &lt;strong&gt;purged &lt;/strong&gt;from this island. You know what this just shows it shows that I am a good chief see we don’t need Ralph to help because we are hunters and we can take on anything no matter what it is. He is &lt;strong&gt;barmy&lt;/strong&gt; for not joining us. &lt;br /&gt;             And it was also a good idea to get the glasses from piggy. Now we can make a fire and throw a feast every time we food. And we wll live like king with all the meat we can catch do to my hunters and me. Poor like piggy and Ralph will have to starve to death hahaha that is funny to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-475780894022452813?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/475780894022452813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=475780894022452813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/475780894022452813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/475780894022452813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-all-power.html' title='I have all the power'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-3805130219920183234</id><published>2008-09-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:05:26.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know what happend</title><content type='html'>What I saw today I can’t even explain in word what I saw. Did what happen really happen. Have I got crazy! That’s it I have gone crazy because of the island. Wait maybe it was all fake. It was a dream. Wait then I would have woke up by now. Why can’t talking pig heads be &lt;strong&gt;tabooed&lt;/strong&gt; from this earth? There is no need to see a dead pigs head talking.&lt;br /&gt;             I know what is suppose to happen in life I went to a &lt;strong&gt;prefect&lt;/strong&gt; school. So I should now what happens in life but this was something nobody can see coming. There was a talking pig head on a stick. One thing I wonder why didn’t it call its self lord of the flies. It’s not a fly why not lord of the talking pig heads.In need to go back to my place and think about this. was it trying to tell me something or was it just my mind playing tricks. O well some trick. should I tell everybody,  no they will think i am not being &lt;strong&gt;demur&lt;/strong&gt; they will think i al being a&lt;strong&gt; demoniav&lt;/strong&gt; or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-3805130219920183234?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/3805130219920183234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=3805130219920183234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3805130219920183234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3805130219920183234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-what-happend.html' title='I dont know what happend'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-4689701881150626765</id><published>2008-09-23T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:46:54.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I can’t believe the hunters they thing that they can just go out and kill a beast. They are so foolish the beasti is probably&lt;strong&gt; leviathan&lt;/strong&gt;, and 3 times there size. But it still could just be fake but I am not the one that wants to find out.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Why do I have to take care of the littluns. They know that no one listens to me. And they can’t even control them. Watch when Ralph comes back he is going to be mad at me because all the boys didn’t fallow all the tasks she said we needed to do. But it is better then Jack being a leader. All he would want to do is just hunt and kill and be &lt;strong&gt;waxy   interminable&lt;/strong&gt;. I would hate to be in an &lt;strong&gt;embroil&lt;/strong&gt; with him. I bet we would all be died in the first week if he was leader but I mean that in the &lt;strong&gt;diffidently&lt;/strong&gt; way. Or that he would start to hunt us.&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/5138520315385846038-4689701881150626765?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/4689701881150626765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=4689701881150626765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/4689701881150626765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/4689701881150626765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-me.html' title='Why Me!'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-3148407445357380542</id><published>2008-09-21T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:00:27.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont know what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This whole group is ludicrous first they won’t help build huts, then they only hunt, they put out the first and ruin the chances of being rescued. Everything just makes me so mad I thought when we got hear we will just have fun. But now that I really think a bout it this isn’t all fun and games this is real life and if we don’t get our acts together we better be ready to not get rescued and die. I think that this all isn’t really that worth it I think shouldn’t be leader but what Piggy was saying was true that Jack isn’t going to do any better them I am. I wish that I can just make a incantationb that will make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;            I need to get everybody’s act together and spot being so discursive, and fast before it is too late. I told everybody the new rules and I hope they stick to it or they will have to learn the hard way. All the littluns are so hard to deal with they will start to lamentation. we all need to learn to be decorum again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-3148407445357380542?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/3148407445357380542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=3148407445357380542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3148407445357380542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/3148407445357380542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='Dont know what to do'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-6682074703760681300</id><published>2008-09-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:08:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got meat but no boat</title><content type='html'>Ch3&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad I have been trying to get meat this whole time but it is taking forever. Simon and Ralph just keep belligerence on they think it is so easy to hunt but I bet if they tried they would fail as well. I bet that it isn’t even hard to put up huts. All you have to do is put some sticks and put some palm tree leaves on it and you should be set.&lt;br /&gt;I bet that they are just trying to get out of doing their job and trying to do mine. Just wait I will show them I will get meat and feed everyone. I bet I could catch meat before they even finish their huts and then that should show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch4&lt;br /&gt;            I got all the boys to come hunting today. And the best thing happened I killed a pig I can just discursive. It was the craziest thing I have ever done. First I painted my face with some swarthiness paint on my face. Then we found a pig. First we surrounded the pig and then we all went in and we hit the piggy. Everyone was jumping on the pig.&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was when I cut the pigs throat open their was so much blood it was so gouts of blood. But I found out terrible news as soon as we came back. I found out that since everyone was needed to make the circle that there was no one at the fire and their was a boat on the horizon, and no one was watching the fire so there was no smoke going off so the boat wouldn’t of seen us. But what I don’t get was how it is my fault. I brought food so that we can be decorum and eat. I was just trying to get some meat I don’t see them getting food for everyone. They should be thankful that I brought and gave them meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-6682074703760681300?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/6682074703760681300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=6682074703760681300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6682074703760681300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/6682074703760681300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-meat-but-no-boat.html' title='I got meat but no boat'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-4391953412404764219</id><published>2008-09-14T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:05:52.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think today went really bad for one of our fist days on the island. It was smart to build a fire, but it was horrible planning strategy everything was so &lt;strong&gt;inscrutable&lt;/strong&gt;. We should have done it somewhere where we could have contained it more be cause it got &lt;strong&gt;rapt&lt;/strong&gt;  right when it caught on fire. we needed something better that would of caught on fie like a &lt;strong&gt;tendril&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a bad idea to do it on the mountain because it can catch everything else on fire too. We should of counted everybody too so we new how many kids there were in the beginning, because it was a&lt;strong&gt; contrite &lt;/strong&gt;that we lost one of the kids just because weren’t be responsible and that was a&lt;strong&gt; vicissitudes&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing that is really smart that we did was that we will use the conch to dis side who talks and how when we blow it it means there will be a meeting. I hope we can get off this island Ralph said that his dad will come to save us but Piggy says that no one nose where this island. I hope what they were saying about the queen has a map of all the islands so that they can find were we are.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-4391953412404764219?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/4391953412404764219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=4391953412404764219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/4391953412404764219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/4391953412404764219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/island-fire.html' title='Island Fire'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138520315385846038.post-2446124610880658931</id><published>2008-09-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:56:17.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Piggy?</title><content type='html'>At first I thought that being stuck on an island wouldn’t be as bad as back at school because no one new my name and knew me so I can start fresh. But I tell one person and tell them not to tell anyone but what does he do, he goes and tells everyone so now that is my nickname they can at least proffer me the choice in what I wanted to be called but no. and everybody sniggers at me because they call me piggy. But really being called piggy is one of my last problems. The biggest problem is getting rescued it isn’t like I can just cast a glamour to get me home. Oh well it will be very enormity when we get rescued that will be incredulous. And from what I have been told it shouldn’t be that long from now, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me I would of ran this whole thing differently. The others boys aren’t even listening to me they only listen to the older boys. And I have to deal with getting called piggy now just because someone couldn’t keep their moth shut. I don’t see how only one person can be in charge of all these kids I think we need at least more then one leader or like advisors. I can write down all these kids name I can barley keep three in line. Just wait they will see I'm right .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138520315385846038-2446124610880658931?l=mikito6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/feeds/2446124610880658931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138520315385846038&amp;postID=2446124610880658931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/2446124610880658931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138520315385846038/posts/default/2446124610880658931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikito6.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-piggy.html' title='Why Piggy?'/><author><name>mikitow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926567585333649674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
