<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579</id><updated>2009-10-09T09:27:24.732+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurensia Kids</title><subtitle type='html'>The website designed by Santa Laurensia students for the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-8477308085771035907</id><published>2009-07-28T08:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:39:31.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to create a good atmosphere in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/Sm5WjZ-O_7I/AAAAAAAABAM/FTg8kxo5kT8/s1600-h/Geraldy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363319372512165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/Sm5WjZ-O_7I/AAAAAAAABAM/FTg8kxo5kT8/s400/Geraldy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This came from some students in grade 9. I have no idea why they have Fat Tony from the Simpsons in the picture!!!&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/6837288748220121579-8477308085771035907?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/8477308085771035907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=8477308085771035907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8477308085771035907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8477308085771035907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-create-good-atmosphere-in-class.html' title='How to create a good atmosphere in class'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/Sm5WjZ-O_7I/AAAAAAAABAM/FTg8kxo5kT8/s72-c/Geraldy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-1351884227290391059</id><published>2009-04-20T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:10:27.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winona gets personal...</title><content type='html'>The Break Up Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days we have spent together&lt;br /&gt;the times we used to be together&lt;br /&gt;it is now gone ...&lt;br /&gt;and it is just remain memory in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to laugh together&lt;br /&gt;we used to chit chat on the hallway together&lt;br /&gt;we used to spent break time together&lt;br /&gt;we used to hangout together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now you're breaking up with me&lt;br /&gt;now you're looking for other girl&lt;br /&gt;now you forget all of those memories&lt;br /&gt;you forget all of the time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;you forget those laugh we did together&lt;br /&gt;you're forgetting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you're forgetting me?&lt;br /&gt;why you never answer my phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;why you never reply my messages?&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then unfortunately &lt;br /&gt;I saw you're with her&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, angry, and crying at that time&lt;br /&gt;I know we're already break up&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still loving you&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still hoping to get back with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-1351884227290391059?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/1351884227290391059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=1351884227290391059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/1351884227290391059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/1351884227290391059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/04/winona-gets-personal.html' title='Winona gets personal...'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-9151055016881976951</id><published>2009-04-20T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:08:05.218+07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends by Winona</title><content type='html'>True Friends are people who always beside you&lt;br /&gt;They always be there right with you &lt;br /&gt;When you're happy or sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When you're angry or afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Friends always listened to your stories&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's boring or weird,&lt;br /&gt;They always listened to us and gave us advices&lt;br /&gt;They're our first aid on our troubles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Friends doesn't mind if you're ugly&lt;br /&gt;They didn't feel ashamed to be with you&lt;br /&gt;They didn't feel embarrassed to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;They are the right person to talk or walk with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Friends are our everything&lt;br /&gt;I love my true friends&lt;br /&gt;I hope they love me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-9151055016881976951?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/9151055016881976951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=9151055016881976951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/9151055016881976951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/9151055016881976951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-friends-by-winona.html' title='True Friends by Winona'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-61111832518078272</id><published>2009-04-20T14:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:01:32.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EMPORIUM MALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW MALL OPEN NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emporium mall is a new mall that located at Pluit. Near the Pluit Junction Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great mall! But it's still have few stores. But they already told us about stores that will open there, and it's GIORDANO, ZARA, CROCS, PLANET SPORT, SPORTS STATION, and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! that's great! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some stores was already open. It is HABB, CAREFOUR, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that they want to open many restaurant. But now? Maybe only Platinum Restaurant that already open. The rest?? It's not open yet ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about cafe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They open Starbucks, Coffee Bean, and Honeymoon dessert. Wow, yummy! It's placed at the first floor and the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went to Emporium Mall, I was so.........happy!! Because one of my favorite place is HABB SALON (lol..). And guess what?? I was falling in love with the mall!! "THIS MALL WAS GREAT!!" that's what I though at that time. When you go to this mall, I believe that you will like this mall. It's very very very greeeaaatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all that I know about Emporium. I hope you would like it, and Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-61111832518078272?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/61111832518078272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=61111832518078272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/61111832518078272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/61111832518078272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/04/emporium-mall-new-new-mall-open-now.html' title=''/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-1772579067146127107</id><published>2009-04-20T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:41:58.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>More poetry from Winona</title><content type='html'>I am alone here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I am alone here&lt;br /&gt;Just with the trees and grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you, my prince&lt;br /&gt;My hope and everything&lt;br /&gt;I am alone here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see wether you're responsible&lt;br /&gt;Or you're just same as other boys&lt;br /&gt;Other boys just left me after they did something&lt;br /&gt;Other boys just left me after they hurt my heart&lt;br /&gt;Other boys just left me after my face get burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am here&lt;br /&gt;To see if you're a different boy&lt;br /&gt;To see if you're a responsible boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... look!&lt;br /&gt;Here you come!&lt;br /&gt;I know you will come to see me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're the right boy for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're my destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-1772579067146127107?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/1772579067146127107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=1772579067146127107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/1772579067146127107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/1772579067146127107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-poetry-from-winona.html' title='More poetry from Winona'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-8797221653839580619</id><published>2009-03-02T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:00:12.117+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional markets v Supermarkets</title><content type='html'>Supermarket VS Traditional market &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Supermarket is very different with Traditional market although two of them sell daily products. Which one should we choose? Who is the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Supermarket is clean but Traditional market is dirty, this is because traditional market usually outdoor and supermarket indoor. So we don’t need to worry for dirty floor in supermarket. Because supermarket is indoor so it use air conditioner and traditional market don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, supermarket own by a company while traditional market own by a community of seller. In supermarket, we can pay to the cashier using cash or credit cards, but in traditional market we only use cash and pay direct to the seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price in supermarket is fixed but we can bargain with the seller in traditional market. We can purchase fresh food from traditional market because they usually sell products from their own farm. For example fruits, they usually sell fruits from their own yard, or from other provider that crop. But in supermarket, they sell freezing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, supermarket is more expensive from traditional market. Supermarket products have more interesting packaging and various products. Traditional market product is limited. Supermarkets open from morning until night and Traditional market only open until afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So far, Supermarket stills the winner with score 6-3. But still, you can choose either Traditional market or Supermarket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Clara's view. What do you think? Are traditional markets better than supermarkets? Let us know what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-8797221653839580619?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/8797221653839580619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=8797221653839580619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8797221653839580619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8797221653839580619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/03/traditional-markets-v-supermarkets.html' title='Traditional markets v Supermarkets'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-5538617276185863209</id><published>2009-03-02T14:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:56:46.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluit Mall</title><content type='html'>Pluit Junction is a mall. It's small, but there are many restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall is located in pluit, near Nano medical center.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go to this mall, because inside this mall, there is Amazone. Amazone is a place to play for kids. I like to play the dancing game. It is so fun! I always play with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why I like to go to this mall it is because inside the mall, there is a big theater. The theater is so clean. So, I always feel comfortable when I watch movies there. Not like in the other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the theater inside mall are dirty and smelly.  The most popular restaurant in Pluit Junction is Cuisine Cuisine. The favorite food is Duck. If we eat untill Rp.200.000, so we can buy the duck only for Rp.1.000!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Josephine. Look out for more from her as she helps you explore Pluit Mall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-5538617276185863209?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/5538617276185863209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=5538617276185863209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/5538617276185863209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/5538617276185863209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/03/pluit-mall.html' title='Pluit Mall'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-4465279777778824794</id><published>2009-03-02T14:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:53:21.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another poem from Winona</title><content type='html'>A LETTER FROM A DAUGHTER TO HER MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom..You're my light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;You're my well in my thirst&lt;br /&gt;You have the shoulder I could cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're my tree to lean on&lt;br /&gt;You're my words in my song&lt;br /&gt;You're the colors on my rainbow Mom...&lt;br /&gt;You give me your life&lt;br /&gt;You teach me to prepare my future&lt;br /&gt;You give me supports and advices on my failure Mom..&lt;br /&gt;You love me whatever I'm look like&lt;br /&gt;You don't care if I am ugly&lt;br /&gt;You don't care if I am stupid Mom...&lt;br /&gt;I know I never make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I know I always make you angry&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside my heart,I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winona is in Grade 7 here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-4465279777778824794?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/4465279777778824794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=4465279777778824794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4465279777778824794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4465279777778824794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-poem-from-winona.html' title='Another poem from Winona'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-6931485585036060157</id><published>2009-02-23T14:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:55:25.849+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint me sister Melzy</title><content type='html'>Paint Me Sister Melzy!&lt;br /&gt;      Melzy was a sweet butterfly. She loved to color and paint. Melzy brought a paintbrush with her everywhere she went. Then she saw a white rose, so she paint it with color red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everydaz Melzy the butterfly played in the garden with her best riends and her sister. Her best friend name is Cathy the bee, Chika the beetle, Leyla the dragonfly and Emmy the ladybug as her sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They oftehn had picnics together on top leaves. One day, when Melzy was busy painting in her little house, she heard someone crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who could it be?” wondered Melzy. Oh, it was Emmy her sister crying. Emmy was sad because she wasn’t brightly colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know how to make you happy sister!” said Melzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really??? But how?” asked Emmy. Viola! Wow! Melzy the butterfly painted Emmy her sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, sister! Now I am bright!” Emmy laughed. Melzy was happy she could help her sister. Then, she began painting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she heard KNOCK-KNOCK! There was kocking on the door. “Who is it?” Melzy opened the door. There were many guest! They were Melzy’s friends. They all wanted Melzy to paint their bodies and wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-6931485585036060157?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/6931485585036060157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=6931485585036060157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6931485585036060157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6931485585036060157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/02/paint-me-sister-melzy.html' title='Paint me sister Melzy'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-75485692394652535</id><published>2009-02-23T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:52:56.991+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunnies</title><content type='html'>A short story by Anastasia 7D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Bunnies&lt;br /&gt;      It was easter and the 5 bunnies came out from their farm, because they had hidden eggs for the animals to find. How they chuckled when they say the farm cat shaking water from her fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the farm cat is Cookie. She had been searching by the pond and had fallen in! the bunnies giggled as they watched the hens shooing the pig away from the hen house. ‘’they’re not in here!’’ the hens clucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the little bunnies hurried to the meadow, where all the sheep were making a great fuss. ‘’We’ve found the Easter eggs!’’ cried the sheep, pointing behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Those are toadstools!’ ‘ laughed the bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Keep looking!’’ by now, the animals had searched high and low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’We’ve give up!’’ said Cowy, the cow. ‘’Here’s a clue,’’ said the bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Where do you find eggs?’’ ‘’In a nest,’’ answered Mrs Ducky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’And what do you make a nest with?’’ asked the bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Staw!’’ said Powy, the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’They must be in the haystack!’’ the animals rushed to the field and there, hidden in the haystack, was a pile of lovely Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a feast they head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-75485692394652535?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/75485692394652535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=75485692394652535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/75485692394652535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/75485692394652535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2009/02/easter-bunnies.html' title='Easter Bunnies'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-3129590867045199499</id><published>2008-12-03T14:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:28:48.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua's poem</title><content type='html'>Joshua is an old student of St Laurensia who is now studying in the frozen wastes of Canada. He still keps in touch with many of his old friends here and has been a great help in building awareness of this website and supporting the kids who are doing such a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slam Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Zoo&lt;br /&gt;I have been for the last ten years at St. Andrew’s,&lt;br /&gt;for some people this place is like witches’ brew&lt;br /&gt;which I disagree, people knew&lt;br /&gt;that I really believe this is like a zoo&lt;br /&gt;I live in Memorial House&lt;br /&gt;Which is more like a hiding place for a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I come out across the Quad&lt;br /&gt;Which is more like a cage for a lion getting mad&lt;br /&gt;Math class, period one,&lt;br /&gt;I have Mr C who teaches us like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;because whenever he teaches, he always chirps&lt;br /&gt; History class, period two,&lt;br /&gt;I have Mr S who teaches us like a tiger,&lt;br /&gt;he always wants us to be wired&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime!&lt;br /&gt;What a break for a good day so far in the zoo, without any crime&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I saw the gangsters who acted like bulls&lt;br /&gt;I really think they should be kicked out of the school&lt;br /&gt;The Dining Hall cooks our food&lt;br /&gt;their quick serving makes them look like a quick-paced kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;All the teachers gather round together,&lt;br /&gt;which makes them appear to be a group of spiders&lt;br /&gt;And the students, too, together collected&lt;br /&gt;a group of chimpanzees, I am not affected&lt;br /&gt;Economics, period three,&lt;br /&gt;Another Mr S teaches us like a snake,&lt;br /&gt;because in economy, there is always money to make&lt;br /&gt;Last class, Philosophy,&lt;br /&gt;There is Mr R, a super big Rhino,&lt;br /&gt;Who always discusses Socrates and Plato&lt;br /&gt;Ah! School finished,&lt;br /&gt;university counselling like a pool untarnished&lt;br /&gt;There he is, Mr Swan&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what animal I am talking about – well, just for fun! &lt;br /&gt;Sports, here we go,&lt;br /&gt;a group of people playing squash, like a herd of hippos,&lt;br /&gt;Or else, they moved quickly like monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;or they just whine when they lose, that makes them look like donkeys&lt;br /&gt;Back to Memorial House,&lt;br /&gt;oh, all animals inside their rooms, every animal with their spouse&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to take a bath&lt;br /&gt;the whole washroom appear to be a cave full of bats!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who’s on duty for study tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it’s not Mr X who is acting like a termite!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, it’s not him, because if it really is, I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;It’s Mr P, who is more like a crane&lt;br /&gt;But I was not in that house for study, not one bit&lt;br /&gt;I was in Mac House, which is now like more like a cage for rabbits&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there is Mr D, his hair appear to be a peacock’s,&lt;br /&gt;And Mr G, asking me, “Where are you supposed to be?!” appeared to be a croc&lt;br /&gt;I answered, “Oh this is for a project.”&lt;br /&gt;He went away, like a purring cat!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am back in my room,&lt;br /&gt;which really, looks like an ant hole zoomed&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen is open, all animals come down&lt;br /&gt;All having their food, like hungry clowns&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Those Montreal Canadiens fans, looking at Koivu shooting a puck&lt;br /&gt;Koivu himself, playing hockey like a duck&lt;br /&gt;Nobody other than me supports the Senators&lt;br /&gt;who are playing aggressively like dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;Bed time, the Res Don&lt;br /&gt;traveling around appears to be a butterfly with wings torn&lt;br /&gt;but who cares about lights out,&lt;br /&gt;we are still studying, watching movies, moving around like trout&lt;br /&gt;Finally, though, we came to slumber&lt;br /&gt;Closing our eyes, while the dogs start to rumble&lt;br /&gt;So, how did you enjoy the visit to our humble zoo, my friend?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great time!  &lt;br /&gt;( Joshua Irwandi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-3129590867045199499?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/3129590867045199499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=3129590867045199499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3129590867045199499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3129590867045199499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshuas-poem.html' title='Joshua&apos;s poem'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-602135553857280540</id><published>2008-12-03T14:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:24:25.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faline's debut</title><content type='html'>Check out this amazing story from Faline, one of our grade 9 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Hunting Treasure of The Lost World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Long time ago, there was a ship floating up in the ocean. This ship was a Caravel. Soared through the strong wavery motion of the ocean, it carried a lot of passengers, such as Capatain Fishcatcher, Mr. Hollowsea, and Ms. Happyanchor. They had some pet that were Skysailor the parrot and Eric the brown dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One morning, while captain Fishcatcher was examining the map that he had read all night long, he noticed something. It made him so keen to look afterward. He figured out that in an island named an unknown island, specificly in the middle of this island, marked a cross sign. Obviously, every captain knew that there was a big treasure there. He walked out from the deck and took out his binocular and started to look for direction. He found that the island was in the East. He opened the sail and headed to that direction. The ship sailed fast that wake up Mr. Hollowsea from his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “What’s the matter, Captain?” he asked. This morning I found out an island with big treasure. Come on, help me to open the sail”, the Captain answered. “Ok!” Mr. Hollowsea said. Then, an hour later, Ms. Happyanchor woke up. Captain Fishcatcher told her about the treasure and she seemed to be jumpy and started yelling to Mr. Hollowsea. “Are we arrived yet in that island?” she asked it many times. “No, we haven’t” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After sometime of sailing, they tentatively saw a piece of land in far places and everyone shouted “Horray!”. Skysailor the parrot copied their voice too. Eric the brown dog also barked happily. “We will arrive there in about half an hour. Everybody, be prepared!” shouted the captain. Mr. Hollowsea and Ms. Happyanchor packed their things that would be needed for their walkabout in this small island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In about half an hour, the Caravel stopped completely. Captain Fishcatcher and all of his followers, including the pets, jumped off from the ship and walked severely to the middle of the island. The sun shone so brightly, they were getting tired and took a rest near the coconut trees. Suddenly, from the back of the trees emerged two figures. Everyone got shocked and asked them. “Who are you?” the captain asked cautiously. “we are the happy twins. My name is Sony and this is my sister Sany. We came to this island for just a couple of days, we just wanted to have an excursion here. This isalnd is famous because of its beauty. How about you?” “Oh! We came here because we want to find a big treasure in this island.” “Wow! We’ve never heard that before” they replied instantly. “Can we join your journey? We promise if we foundthe treasure, we will divide it equally.” Said Sony. “Okay! You can join us, but you have to help us gather for food”, Mr. Hollowsea declared. ‘Fine, it’s easy to find food here” Sany answered. “Now, pack your things and we will go inland” Captain Fishcatcher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Captain Fishcatcher looked out the map and followed the route. After walking for about one and a half hour, they slowed down. Suddenly, exactly in teh middle of the island, they saw a very weird house. It was old and rusty. A wrecked house like that is the threshold to such an enormous treasure. They slowly opened the door. Their first sight was an ordinary wooden chair and table, dusted curtains, and other old furnishings. Then Eric barked loudly when he saw a strange pattern on the floor. Everyone got shocked and bewildered.” Look! There’s a pattern in the floor!”, shout Ms. Happyanchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The next thing they could see was a secret key and they found out three holes in the floor. Something that was more essential was the caution. “Watch out!”, it was written. “You just have two chances to try unlock the pattern, if you wrong for the third times, the pattern couldn’t be opened anymore.” Beside the caution, there were some writings written in bold word: “Ramshackle” with big letters. “Becarefull, becareful everybody! You all have to be under my command” said Captain Fishcatcher. Suddenly, without any command, Sany took the key and with a deliberate attempt unlocked the pattern, the house started to shake. The house seemed to fell down in any second. Sony followed her sister, he took the key from her sister’s hand and tried it again. Magically, his trick worked. The pattern opened and they saw a stair and tunnel leading to darkness. They jostled at each other to enter the tunnel and the lucky one was Captain Fishcatcher, Mr.Hollowsea, and Ms. Happyanchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In several seconds, after they entered it, the tunnel closed down to be the normal pattern again. “Hey! Why is it closing so fast, now we can’t get the treasure.” Sony got furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The group waked constantly through the tunnel as long as they brought a candle that was held by the captain. The thought of twins faded away, they were just concentrating for the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As time passed, they reach a big old room ornamented with artistic painting and plentiful colors. “Now, everybody, lit the room!” ordered the captain. “Ok! Captain!” Mr.Hollowesea and Ms. Happyanchor answered. The room was so bright. The vague sight became clear now. Each of them started to examine theroom. There were boxes of expensive jewelries and bars of gold. The approximate weight of all the treasure could be thousand of pounds. “Wow! It’s marvellous! Said Ms. Happyanchor in a wild excitement. She tried the jewelries and danced around the room, while Mr. Hollowsea rummaged his fingers through boxes of gold bars. It was glistering in faint light. Also, the captain went straight forward to something else. IT was the thing that no one could be thinking of. It was another code. “Hey everybody! Look at here!” Captain Fishcatcher exclaimed. Silver-colored numbers arranged in an irregular patterns in th Granite-tiled floor. “What can we do about it?” Ms. Happyanchor asked Captain Fishcatcher. “Let’s look for clue!”, the captain commended the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      All of them looked around the room. In the buildings there were puzzling words. In every picture in the building written “Find me!”. Every pictures in the wall were arranged in an extraordinary way. The pictures were lords and ladies fully dressed with silk. Every pictures looked so weird. Everyone of them looked like number in it. But wasn’t clearly written. The number drawn as tools that the lords and ladies brought. Skysailor the parrot flew across the ceilings and found a “3” upsidedown. It was the crown of King Charlemenge. However, the other found more. Eric figured a “9” that was also upsidedown as Queen Elizabeth earings. The captain figured out a “4” as a tringular flag in a boat and a “2” as swans swam in the pond. Mr.Hollowsea got a “6” in an armchair. He then saw “1” as a candle. Ms. Happyanchor glared at a “7” at the castle door handle. Everybody looked at a vague picture of “5” in the sea picture as wave. Last, they saw an “8” in the ribbon of queen headdress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After they collated the information, they discussed to solve the code. They looked around the room. The number that they found in each picture were arranged from picture 1 to 9. Captain Fishcatcher also determined the only number that was really hard to find is “5”. If they arranged the numbers in order, it would be like this: 354296718.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After they all knew the code, Mr. Hollowsea stumbly said, “Look! There’s a word “Jump” in the corner of the room.” “Who want to be the first?”, said captain. “To be what?”, Ms. Happyanchor asked again because she wasn’t paying attention to him. “Jump on the numbers, of course!”, the captain exclaimed. “I will!, Mr. Hollowsea said courageously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As Mr. Hollowsea began to jump on the Silver-hued pattern. It was lustred by the candle light. The block of number started to drift down. Number after number he jumped, if finally formed a spiral staircase down to the emptiness. Mr. Hollowsea entered first, and the other member of the group followed him. “Come on everybody! We’ve get nearer to the treasure” his voice echoed. Then, after a few seconds, all of them gone to the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The first thing that they saw was golds. Second, expensive jewelries, third antique big statues scattered around this dungeon. Skulls and bones mounted everywhere. They all became numb and wooden. Everybody seemed to be bowled-over by the tremendous sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They started rummaged against boxes of gold and jewelries. Captain Fishcatcher also interested to the big statues, but he thought, how could he took off such a big thing. Besides, the other already pulled off trays and boxes of gold bars, also boxes of jewelries. They competed each other to brought as many as they could. The problem was, the staircase was very narrow. They fought at each other to get out first. The captain, Mr.Hollowsea, and Ms. Happyanchor went to remove the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Suddenly, the whole things started to rumbling. Actually, the wrecked house was ramshackle. It couldn’t stand longer. “Arrgh!!!..”, they started to shout uncontrollably. Finally, they got out of the house with only took 1 box of gold and 1 box of jewelries with them. Along their way, they met the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Are you two okay?” asked Ms. Happyanchor to the twins. “No, we aren’t. You know why? That’s because we don’t get a slightess bit of treasure. But you all got those enormous treasure” Sony replied angrily. “Yes, we’re already cracked the code so you all could enter that tunnel, how about us?” Sany added. “Fine! Fine! We can divide it equally, can’t we?” Captain Fishcatcher declared. “But, but, they made this chaos, if not then why the house collapsed? Can you two explain it?” asked Mr. Hollowsea hesistantly. “What?” We didn’t want to stay like you all did. We had more courage and iniative than you all. After all, if there wasn’t any accident like that, you couldn’t go down there. “Ok! Stop! Stop! Stop bickering! Don’t be ridiculous!” said the captain. “We can divide it equally, maybe that’s a wise idea to be fair.” Ms. Happyanchor made a remarkeable advice. “Ok! We accept that idea” said Sony and Sany. “How about the others?”, asked the captain. “Ok! We deal!”, Mr. Hollowsea and Ms. Happyanchor said thoughtfully after a few moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Finally, all of them became happy once again. Their friendship became better. After this trip, they voyaged to other places to seek more treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-602135553857280540?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/602135553857280540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=602135553857280540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/602135553857280540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/602135553857280540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/12/falines-debut.html' title='Faline&apos;s debut'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-6713498468823939854</id><published>2008-11-03T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:32:00.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane's Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Wall-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is about a lonely robot named Wall-e (Waste Allocation Load Lifter Earth – class), who's cleaning the Earth from waste. But then, the humans wait in a big spaceship on out a space. The spaceship is run by mega corporation "Buy n Large".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many characters in this movie. The main character is Wall-e (Waste Allocation Load Lifter Earth – class), a small and rust robot, is play by Ben Burtt. And there's Eve (Extra-terrestrial Vegetation Evaluator) the second main character, a cute white robot, is play by Elissa Knight. Then there's the Captain, is the leader and commander of the "Axiom", is play by Jeff Garlin. And many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 22nd century, there's a mega corporation "Buy n Large" assumed an economic service to everyone on Earth. Until, the Earth is overrun by un-recycled waste. Meanwhile an army of "Wall-e" robots are helping the humans with the un-recycled waste, but the humans are in out a space. One day, Wall-e found a new plant growth in the trash and he showed it to Eve. After he showed it, Eve automatically take the plant and shut down. And she's taken back to "Axiom". Until, the humans, Wall-e and Eve finally return to Earth. And together they helping each other to clean Earth from the garbage dumps. And then, they live happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is great! You have to watch it! This film is teaching us to throw away the garbage to the trash can. If we don't do that, the Earth will be polluted by the un-recycled waste. Don't forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Jane Kendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7A/14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-6713498468823939854?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/6713498468823939854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=6713498468823939854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6713498468823939854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6713498468823939854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/11/janes-movie-review.html' title='Jane&apos;s Movie Review'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-5086464021442494419</id><published>2008-10-27T14:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:56:56.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the car at home!</title><content type='html'>Getting From A to B the ‘Green’ Way&lt;br /&gt;By Editha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s normal that people prefer to get around by the fastest and simplest way possible. But, it doesn’t mean they’re travelling green. Everyday, especially in Indonesia, commuters usually travel from home to their destination by car. Private car. In Jakarta alone, there’s 13 million population and some families have more than 1 car. That’s a lot of awful green gases being pumped out of their exhaust fumes. Serious about saving this planet from global warming? Why not ditch your car and try another way of getting from A to B? How about…&lt;br /&gt;Hop on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes use to tons of fuel and chucks out a lot of greenhouse gases everytime they fly. Their engines also dumps hot air and when that hot air mixes with the cold air in the atmosphere, it creates white lines that will eventually form clouds which certainly stop heat from escaping the planet and add to global warming.&lt;br /&gt;Green rating: 0/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board a train?&lt;br /&gt;Next time you visit the lush countryside or to another town, why not take a train? It is already being used for two hundred years and it’s still the greenest way to travel over long distances, about six times greener than planes. Some trains like the Shinkansen Bullet in Japan can reach 400 km/h and the TGV (Train Grade Vittense) in France, has a maximum velocity of 515 km/h, which holds the record for the fastest train till now, while the Mallard, a steam locomotive, holds the fastest steam record by about 220 km/h. (But don’t take steam trains, they’re quite dirty)&lt;br /&gt;Green rating: 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even think about those ordinary buses that burn fossil fuels, even those who use LPG (like some Busway buses). Some new buses can run on hydrogen gas alone. They run on a fuel cell, similar to ordinary batteries, where hydrogen and oxygen combine to produce electricity. The only exhaust is H2O, that is, water. Buses like these are called hybrid buses.&lt;br /&gt;Green rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride a bike?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very green way of moving around and around this planet. They can run for very long distances solely from muscle power and a few drops of oil. They don’t even make any noise or mess. Besides, riding a bike counts as an exercise and exercise in very, very healthy indeed. All you have to do is to own a bike, train how to ride one, and recycle the old tires. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;Green rating: 9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply walk?&lt;br /&gt;From the dawn of human race it’s the greenest way of travelling and it won’t harm the earth, except if you trample some plants that is. Anyway, it’s very good for you with all the exercise and all you have to do is to drag your big bottom off the comfort your chair or bed and swing a foot forward. It’s even greener if you forget about any other transport and leg it to school.&lt;br /&gt;Green rating: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Get your buttocks off that comfy chair and start walking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-5086464021442494419?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/5086464021442494419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=5086464021442494419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/5086464021442494419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/5086464021442494419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/10/leave-car-at-home.html' title='Leave the car at home!'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-7189373466615557921</id><published>2008-10-24T10:06:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:31:45.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muara Angke Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE_TRM_ZCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WdAad1x9LE0/s1600-h/ma8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260555440013403170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE_TRM_ZCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WdAad1x9LE0/s400/ma8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As part of Grade 9's field trip they went to Muara Angke in North Jakarta. This is the only remaining mangrove in Jakarta and is hemmed in by continued development. Yet it is home to a surprising variety of wildlife including birds, snakes and monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE--xBCJrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LMeVm70P09Q/s1600-h/ma7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260555087775934130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE--xBCJrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LMeVm70P09Q/s400/ma7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A distant bird heading for cover has attracted this lad's attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE-r9au4AI/AAAAAAAAA3U/3B5tvN1QcDw/s1600-h/ma6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260554764687433730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE-r9au4AI/AAAAAAAAA3U/3B5tvN1QcDw/s400/ma6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cleaning out the trash. People carelessly throw their rubbish in the river upstream and it gathers down in the mangrove where it is a potential hazard to man and beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE-PP3WZOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-cu-j5gy_gY/s1600-h/ma5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260554271423096034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE-PP3WZOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-cu-j5gy_gY/s400/ma5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up other people's mess is never nice. A little education can go a long way and while the kids enjoyed jumping round in the mud the serious message was not lost on them. If people were more aware of their surroundings this action would not be necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9pyvHebI/AAAAAAAAA3E/tlWbU5UpFvQ/s1600-h/ma4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260553627948775858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9pyvHebI/AAAAAAAAA3E/tlWbU5UpFvQ/s400/ma4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily there were no snakes nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9RaOlahI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZpBxmxMQ9Jk/s1600-h/ma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260553209053014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9RaOlahI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZpBxmxMQ9Jk/s400/ma3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we could go home. For this lizard this is home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9A82mSTI/AAAAAAAAA20/0w-8yudPa5k/s1600-h/ma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552926289873202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE9A82mSTI/AAAAAAAAA20/0w-8yudPa5k/s400/ma2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some bird watching. The best time to catch the birds is early morning, about 6 am. They aren't stupid. Who wants to be flying round in the middle of a hot day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE8o7FSwYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Jajt9AeuH5c/s1600-h/ma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552513497776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE8o7FSwYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Jajt9AeuH5c/s400/ma1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off to explore the mouth of the river. On one side is the mangrove forest, on the other is a fishing community. Everyone suffers when people upstream throw their trash in the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the damage we cause to our local environment is only the first step in creating an awareness of what we do. People like Jakarta Green Monster are active in educating schools about our role in the destruction of what's around and days like this provide a steep learning curve for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much will they remember?&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/6837288748220121579-7189373466615557921?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/7189373466615557921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=7189373466615557921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/7189373466615557921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/7189373466615557921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/10/muara-angke-field-trip.html' title='Muara Angke Field Trip'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16smhzSe4Gs/SQE_TRM_ZCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WdAad1x9LE0/s72-c/ma8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-4179870553986149640</id><published>2008-10-15T14:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:49:38.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Behavior: Taking Too Many ‘Make-Ups’</title><content type='html'>By Editha Supangkat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this very-naughty-Junior High, before students attend daily tests or quizzes, some people always ask “Is there a make up test?” or “Please give us a make-up test sir/miss. Pleeeeaaaseee….”. When the teacher(s) say(s) no, there’s a riot. In my experience, even after taking make up tests, there’s usually no difference of the marks, before or after. In many cases, the PB or “perbaikan” as we call it can change into “PerBurukan. In my opinion, taking make up test is completely useless.&lt;br /&gt; There are many reasons why ‘make-ups’ are a horrible thing. These reasons include:&lt;br /&gt;• Wasting time by studying twice and attend the make up in break time when we should do other stuff such as eating and making projects.&lt;br /&gt;• The mark for the make up can be worse than the initial test.&lt;br /&gt;• We can rely too heavily on these second-chances while in the real world, the one we will face when we leave school, second-chances are very, very rare.&lt;br /&gt;• If we know that there’s a make up for a certain test, we tend to ‘avoid’ studying for the first test because in our minds, we think “Oo don’t worry, there’s another test, if I get a bad mark I can take the other one to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;With all those reasons, I stay clear of the bad ‘cosmetics’ that can ruin our lives, whether you realize it or not. I hope y’ all steer clear of those baddies…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-4179870553986149640?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/4179870553986149640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=4179870553986149640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4179870553986149640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4179870553986149640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-behavior-taking-too-many-make-ups.html' title='Bad Behavior: Taking Too Many ‘Make-Ups’'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-3103722526504259111</id><published>2008-09-23T14:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:31:37.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.AL Martin a.k.a. water rocket boy</title><content type='html'>Water Rocket Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Al was chosen among all the seventh graders because of his ability in science lesson Mr. Anton chose him and told him to found another student that could help him for the water rocket project. But the national water rocket competition was already so close and he didn’t have much time. So Mr. Didi increased the weekly after school lesson from once a week to twice a week. Nelson and Al Martin did many experiments such as making a water rocket quickly and the amount of materials needed for certain accomplishment. Sir Didi trained Al well. Al succeeded to enter the national water rocket in PPIPTEK in Jakarta. &lt;br /&gt; Then after 2 and half hours after the competition started he took the 1st place and he could get into the international ASEAN water rocket competition in Bangalore, India. Al was surprised for his accomplishment and he studied more for the international water rocket competition. So his name is getting popular and makes our school more popular among many schools in Jakarta province and Banten province. After the training finished Al and Nelson take a break for a moment and get ready to enter the international competition in Bangalore, India. While Al and Nelson was taking the break sir Didi studied more about the rocket and make the length and height measurement to achieved such distance in the water rocket launcher. He found out that the best bottle to be used to make the rocket is the 1.5 liter coca cola bottle. Our school aid Al Martin very much, the principal Ms Maria gave a speech to us to aid Al Martin rocket competition by giving him empty coca cola bottles for his training. Al Martin studied forward about physics to help him in the water rocket competition.&lt;br /&gt; So Sir Didi and Al Martin went to India and when it was Monday SMP Santa Laurensia prayed for Al Martin for winning. He got extra pray from our class 7B that’s actually his classes too. So Al got 2 chances to fire the rocket. The first time Al fired the rocket it was a failure it was so far from the target. But, in the second chance he got it perfectly right on target. So Al Martin wins the third place in the international ASEAN water rocket competition. The news spread far he was invited to meet important people like Sri Sultan Hamengkubowono 10th the governor of Jogjakarta  and other important governors. So he got in the internet, newspaper, magazine and the television in Trans 7. So that’s the achievement of Al Martin and now he focused himself in study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-3103722526504259111?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/3103722526504259111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=3103722526504259111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3103722526504259111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3103722526504259111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/mral-martin-aka-water-rocket-boy.html' title='Mr.AL Martin a.k.a. water rocket boy'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-3981429088388086497</id><published>2008-09-23T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:18:53.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Money That Important???</title><content type='html'>Money is not everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend. He was totally rich. He has many cars, also many hotels. &lt;br /&gt;But he was very naughty in school. He was so not responsible for what he doing.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in our class hates him. But sometimes he was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don’t know what happen to him. He often angry with someone without reason. Small problem he made it to large problem. He finished problem with his physic, that’s why until know he has many friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what is the problem. He have 1 sister 2 brothers. His parent was busy with their own job. He often said that his parent don’t care with him. They don’t care how is his school. We were trying to understand him. We were trying to think that we needed to give him love that he didn’t get from his parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So know…I realized that money is not everything. Maybe we can buy anything with money. But I’m not sure money makes everyone happy. We needed each other best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-3981429088388086497?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/3981429088388086497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=3981429088388086497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3981429088388086497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/3981429088388086497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-money-that-important.html' title='Is Money That Important???'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-8579495583374399891</id><published>2008-09-23T14:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:12:54.237+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Story by: Josephine.</title><content type='html'>Sugar Smash Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Josephine Wiliputri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven was always dragged to the supermarket with his dad, every Tuesday. He'd always wander off until his dad had finished. On this perticular Tuesday, Steven was feeling extremely tired, he'd been playing football in a tournament all day, he didn't feel like going shopping, he wanted to rest. As his dad went to find some baked beans, Steven stayed by the sugar, he enjoyed poking and squishing the bags, they were soft, but slightly heavy! Steven's legs ached, so he sat down on the cold, hard floor, since there were no seats. The floor's surprisingly comfertable, thought Steven, he picked up another bag of sugar and threw it up and down in the air. After about five minutes, Steven grew bored, he placed the bag on the ground and leant up against a shelf, his eyes slowly closed. &lt;br /&gt;"Hey you"! A man's voice cried. Steven opened his eyes, the blurred figure was jumping up and down and pointing at him. &lt;br /&gt;"Whaa", Steven mumbled. He had no idea what was going on. The man looked horrified, he held a mobile phone in his right hand, and a ladle which he'd just picked up in the other.&lt;br /&gt;" I'm warnin' you", He screamed, " I'll hit you over the head with my weopon if you don't turn yourself in"! Steven stood up to find a long metal object had been hurled at his chest. Steven looked confused, he hadn't ever seen this man before! &lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm just a boy", Steven laughed. He scratched his head.&lt;br /&gt;"I know who you are", the man bellowed, "You're sugar smash Sam, the kid who hits people with massive bags of sugar"! Steven really was confused now. &lt;br /&gt;"Mr, my name's not Sam, I don't know what you're talking about", Steven yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"You've hit Sophie over the head too many times, I'll get you for that", He roared, grabbing Steven by the collar. "That's why you weren't on last night! You escaped from the telly, but I'll shove you back in don't you worry, Police!" He growled. &lt;br /&gt;"Wait here"! The strange man told Steven, he snorted at him and ran through the super market shouting for the police. &lt;br /&gt;Steven rushed to find his dad, without being seen by the wacko. He saw him by the tills, Steven's dad was talking with the lady behind the counter. &lt;br /&gt;"Dad", Steven Called, "We have to leave"! He screamed. "Now!" Steven pushed his dad through the big double doors and lead him to the car park.&lt;br /&gt;"Really Steve, what's the rush?" His dad laughed. They both got into the car, and as they pulled out into the main road, Steven saw that weird man running after them.&lt;br /&gt;"Well what do ya know!" Steven's dad Smiled, "It's your Uncle Louie, maybe we should give him a lift. Then again, he'll probably just go on and on about the telly. He's mad about those Supermarket programmes you know!" Steven slunk down into his chair. "Sugar Smash Sam?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;His dad nodded, "That's his favourite show!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-8579495583374399891?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/8579495583374399891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=8579495583374399891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8579495583374399891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8579495583374399891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/latest-story-by-josephine.html' title='The Latest Story by: Josephine.'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-8504419113204801297</id><published>2008-09-23T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:09:11.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Josephine</title><content type='html'>The Fantasy Of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Josephine Wiliputri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once lived 5 girls. They all had different interests. Their names were: Elizabeth, Lauren, Kate, Lesley, and Samantha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth's interest was Looking Good, Lauren's interest was Sport, Kate's interest was Art and Craft, Lesley's interest was Hanging Out, and Samantha's interest was Spray Painting, (a little part of Art and Craft). They were also best friends. One day they were hanging out at the mall and Elizabeth saw a light blue top with a pink heart. She said "I must have that top, it's so Looking Good". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren argued and said "Who would have that top? It's so girly wirly, why don't you have that top, a red one with a football on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth said "Who would want that top it's sooooo boyey woyey like you, you act like a boy, wearing boy's clothes." They keep on arguing until Kate says "Let's talk this through, they are only shirts." So they said "Sorry for arguing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-8504419113204801297?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/8504419113204801297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=8504419113204801297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8504419113204801297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/8504419113204801297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-by-josephine.html' title='Story by Josephine'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-4346083913178433021</id><published>2008-09-08T15:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:22:38.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sight for Sore Eyes</title><content type='html'>A Sight For Sore Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Josephine Wiliputri  Grade 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Wilesville! It was another calm, peaceful, uneventful day. . . .Except for the giant ant! But that ant wouldn't be bugging Wilesville for long. Not if the Three Miracle had anything to say about it. Licia, Lacy, and Lucia raced to the scene. "Okay, Girls," said Licia. "What this pest needs is a power kick!" Wham! Licia swooped down and delivered a massive blow to ant's head. Bham! Lacy dove down and gave that ant a punt. Whoop! Lucia missed the ant completely and plummeted to the ground! What went wrong? Lucia had never missed before! But she wasn't about to let that get her down. She zipped back up again, ready to teach that ant a lesson. But where was the ant? Where were her sisters? Lucia couldn't see them anywhere. Aha! Finally, Lucia spotted the ant. "It's time for a laser attack!" Lucia shouted. "I won't miss this time." Lucia zoomed toward the ant. . and miss again! "Lucia! Stop!" yelled Licia and Lacy. They knew something was wrong. They grabbed Lucia and flew back to Professor Lee's lab. The giant ant would just have to wait. "Professor! There's something wrong with Lucia!" Lacy said. "I'm fine!" Lucia said. 'There's nothing wrong with me!" But who was Lucia talking to? "Hmmm…" said Professor Lee. "I think I see what the problem is. We just need to do a few tests."  "But we have to stop the giant ant!" Lacy protested. "This won't take long at all," said Professor. "Lucia, now tell me what you see." The letters on the eye chart blurred in front of Lucia's eyes. But she gave her best shot. "J!" Lucia shouted. "O! S! I! E!" "Hmmm…" said Professor Lee. "Let's try another test. Follow my finger."  Poor Lucia couldn't see the finger in front of her face! But she didn't realize anything was wrong. She thought she was doing great. "Hmmm…" said Professor Lee. "Just one more test. Aim a heat ray at this target." Lucia knew she could ace this test. Zap! The red-hot heat ray blasted from her eyes…and fried her sisters! Lucia had missed again. "Is she going to be okay?" wailed Licia. "I know just what she needs…"  "Glasses!"  Licia and Lacy giggled, and then they laughed! "What's so funny?" asked Lucia. Lucia walked to a mirror. "Oh, NO!" Lucia gasped. "I look like a dork!" "No, no. You look super! Now go out there and save Wilesville." Said Professor Lee. Lucia sighed. Then she took off after her sisters. Licia giggled when she saw Lucia. "Here comes a sight for sore eyes…"  "It's all..four-eyes!" finished Lacy. "Hey!!" Lucia said angrily. Licia and Lacy could not stop laughing. They flew ahead. Lucia stayed behind. "I don't need these stupid glasses," she muttered. She took them off. "I can see just fine." Lucia flew off after her sisters. But… Bonk! Lucia crashed into a tree, rubbing her head, but she still didn't put on her glasses. Then she heard a scream. "Lucia! Help!"  It was her sisters! Lucia searched for her sisters. But she couldn't see without her glasses. The whole city of Wilesville was one big blur. Luckily, Licia and Lacy found her sister. "Lucia, put on your glasses and help us!" ordered Licia. "No way!" Lucia said. "You'll laugh at me!"  Behind them, the giant ant chomped on skyscrapers. Wilesville was in real trouble! "We will not laugh," promised Lacy. "Now put them on!" Lucia knew it was the only way. She put on her glasses. Licia and Lacy tried not to laugh. But the giggles bubbled up inside them. They couldn't hold them in. Lucia frowned. She took off her glasses. While the girls were laughing, the ant swooped in. Snap! The ant grabbed Licia and Lacy in it's pincers. 'Lucia, heeeeelllppp!!!" they screamed. "Use your glasses!" Licia yelled. "NO! I don't need them!" Lucia yelled back. Lucia aimed a laser blast at the giant ant… and missed!  "USE YOUR GLASSES, LUCIA!!" yelled Licia and Lacy together. Lucia knew her sisters were in trouble. Teasing or no teasing, she had to help them. Even of she looked like a dork. "All right ant," Lucia said. "Get ready to be fried!"  Lucia put her glasses back on. A red hot beam shot out of Lucia's eyes. The lenses in her glasses magnified the heat ray. The beam was sizzling, super hot, and more powerful than even before. Hooray! No more giant ant! Licia and Lacy were little scorched, but they'd be all right. Now was Lucia's turn to tease. "Who looks dorky now?"  Back on the lab, Lacy told Professor Lee how Lucia had saved them. "And then she zapped the ant, like this!" A laser flashed from Lacy's eyes. The beam smashed Lucia's glasses. Lucia blinked. The room wasn't blurry anymore. "I can see without my glasses," Lucia said. "What do you know?" said Professor. "Lacy's laser must have hit your eyes in just the right spot. It was instant laser surgery. You're cured!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-4346083913178433021?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/4346083913178433021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=4346083913178433021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4346083913178433021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/4346083913178433021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/sight-for-sore-eyes.html' title='A Sight for Sore Eyes'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-263389005853582543</id><published>2008-09-08T14:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:58:02.742+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Bullies</title><content type='html'>Bully…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know bullying? If you don’t know you should know then. You should know but don’t do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bully… many people in this world bullying. Bullying is like you hurt somebody. Like coerce other. Example, you ask somebody for money but they don’t want to give you. Then you hit or do anything to make them scare to you and give the money. Or maybe you do bullying for popularity. The bullies wanted to make everybody think that he is the strongest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how the bullies bullying. How the victim felt?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure your life will be miserable. Like you don’t want to live again. Like you just want to die. It does better than you live but you are really suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t ever bully somebody because it was a crime too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Grade 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-263389005853582543?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/263389005853582543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=263389005853582543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/263389005853582543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/263389005853582543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-bullies_08.html' title='I Hate Bullies'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-7199407579377429822</id><published>2008-09-08T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:58:02.279+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Bullies</title><content type='html'>Bully…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know bullying? If you don’t know you should know then. You should know but don’t do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bully… many people in this world bullying. Bullying is like you hurt somebody. Like coerce other. Example, you ask somebody for money but they don’t want to give you. Then you hit or do anything to make them scare to you and give the money. Or maybe you do bullying for popularity. The bullies wanted to make everybody think that he is the strongest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how the bullies bullying. How the victim felt?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure your life will be miserable. Like you don’t want to live again. Like you just want to die. It does better than you live but you are really suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t ever bully somebody because it was a crime too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Grade 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-7199407579377429822?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/7199407579377429822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=7199407579377429822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/7199407579377429822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/7199407579377429822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-bullies.html' title='I Hate Bullies'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-6576375265887141615</id><published>2008-08-25T15:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:05:05.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework? Good or bad?</title><content type='html'>Homework?? Yes more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Homework again?! NO MORE!!”…. Maybe we always said that.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher gave us homework anytime, anywhere…&lt;br /&gt;We may think that it just annoying us. We already tired from school but still must doing homework. If we don’t do our homework, of course the teacher will be angry. Just imagine no homework, we can play, watching TV, sleep all day long and ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you should think in other way too. Will you open your book at home if you don’t have homework???  Will you study at home if no homework??? Almost every student don’t study at home. We was just waist our time to do fun things. No homework, not study. Was this sentence make sense?? I think yes but maybe my English not so good!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what’s inside your brain?? It was important or just junk?? If you just played or watching TV, I think your brain was full of junk. God gave us good brain, so fill it with useful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents paid for us to study in school. Many kids wanted to go to school but they cannot pay. We were so lucky. So, what do you think about homework now?? If you understand you should said&lt;br /&gt;“Homework??!! YES MORE!!” then we will be better in school. We will understand more about the lessons..&lt;br /&gt;YEY US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara 7D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-6576375265887141615?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/6576375265887141615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=6576375265887141615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6576375265887141615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/6576375265887141615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-good-or-bad.html' title='Homework? Good or bad?'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837288748220121579.post-535196060925846595</id><published>2008-08-25T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:18:12.491+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erico's Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/strong&gt; is telling about a very big lousy Panda, who became a Kung Fu Master and a Dragon Warrior. This film was directed by Mark Osborne and John Stevenson. This movie was written by Jonathan Aibel and Glenn Berger. And this film was produced by Dreamworks Animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I want to introduce the characters and voices in this movie. The main character in this movie was Po. He's a very big fat lousy Panda. But, he's chosen as a Dragon Warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon Warrior had chosen to beat a monster, called Tai Lung. He's a terrible terror for the citizens in the village. Voice of Po was replaced by Jack Black. The next character is Shifu. Shifu is Po's master. He's the one who teach Po all about Kung Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice of Shifu was replaced by Dustin Hoffman. He trained a group. The group was called Furious Five. The members are Tigress (voice by Angelina Jolie), Viper (voice by …), Crane (voice by …), Monkey (voice by …) and Mantis (voice by …). They had known as a great group. The next character is Master Oogway (voice by …). He is Master Shifu's Master. He is a kind of turtle. He's a kung fu master. This is the last character and he's the biggest enemy ever. He's Tai Lung (voice by …). He's a very rude tiger. He wants to be the Dragon Warrior. But he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregorius Erico / 7A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837288748220121579-535196060925846595?l=laurensiakids.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/feeds/535196060925846595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837288748220121579&amp;postID=535196060925846595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/535196060925846595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837288748220121579/posts/default/535196060925846595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurensiakids.blogspot.com/2008/08/ericos-movie-review.html' title='Erico&apos;s Movie Review'/><author><name>laurensia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588273116661287981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13443314356629985551'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>