<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:37:49.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-8670510880686732276</id><published>2010-07-27T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:03:38.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPING CAMPING CAMPING</title><content type='html'>I declare August as the month of CAMPING!! WOOOO!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-8670510880686732276?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/8670510880686732276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-camping-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/8670510880686732276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/8670510880686732276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-camping-camping.html' title='CAMPING CAMPING CAMPING'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5772743940070837670</id><published>2010-07-22T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:17:11.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BE HAPPY.</title><content type='html'>Summer is great. SO BE HAPPY! WOOOOO!!! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends also make summer great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Wednesday night my friends and I get together and we play v-ball, sing and have a Bible study! It's so refreshing to get together and study Gods word in the middle of a work week! I really enjoy it and also enjoy having Christian friends that actually want to study God's word and worship HIM! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5772743940070837670?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5772743940070837670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5772743940070837670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5772743940070837670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-happy.html' title='BE HAPPY.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-7874908728802780535</id><published>2010-07-20T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:18:23.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>Four hour work days are swell. Just Saying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-7874908728802780535?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/7874908728802780535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7874908728802780535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7874908728802780535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1085897884399359342</id><published>2010-07-19T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:42:56.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL???</title><content type='html'>Last night the pastor was talking about how we don't really talk about hell and final judgement much. Like we all have friends that aren't Christians so should we be telling them what is going to happen...? Jesus did. However, the pastor also talked about how we should look on people with the same love and mercy that Jesus saved us with before we were granted eternal life...challenging? I think so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just something to think about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1085897884399359342?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1085897884399359342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1085897884399359342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1085897884399359342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell.html' title='HELL???'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5247091112759535901</id><published>2010-07-18T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:03:33.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I was able to participate in a service weekend that myself and a few friends organized for my churches Youth Group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our theme for the weekend was that it could be fun to share the gifts/talents that God has given you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday night all nine of us went to Hamilton beach where we had a chance to talk, sing and have a Bible Study! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a day full of service projects. We started the morning off by having a car wash to raise money for Streetlight Ministries. We were able to raise $200 so that this ministry can hopefully buy a new bus! After the car wash we went to Mission services where we sorted some clothing that they hope to hand out at a barbeque that they are having in August! Later we went to a school where we prepared food for a Mexican Soccer outreach! Finally we headed back to the church for a cafe night! Here we were able to share our musical talents with the Sheffield Community as well as our church community!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back on the weekend I can see that God was definitely part of it! He brought cars to come and get washed so that we could raise money, he brought people to the cafe, he kept us safe, he blessed us, etc. HE WAS THERE!!!  It is such a cool thing to witness that God is REAL! HE loves us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to do another service weekend next year where we will possibly do some more challenging activities!  But until then, the nine of us that participated in this weekend will be able to savour the amazing memories that were made through serving others as well as serving God! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5247091112759535901?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5247091112759535901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/service-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5247091112759535901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5247091112759535901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/service-weekend.html' title='Service Weekend...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1067283862507971742</id><published>2010-07-10T01:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:14:38.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was just listening to a song by Hillsong. Its called Majesty. This song is so meaningful for me because it talks about coming before God and telling Him that we are His and His alone! God laid down His life to save us. He chose to love us...doesn't that make us want to love Him also? Sadly many people choose to say NO. I do it myself sometimes. But God always has His ways of making sure that we know life without Him sucks big time! God is love and knows what is best for our lives! We should become humbled by his Majesty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me of my Profession of Faith on May 23, 2010. My profession was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I believe in Jesus Christ. He died on the cross to save me from all my sins. I am excited for the day when Jesus calls me to Himself and I will see my Saviour face to face praising Him for eternity. But until that day, I promise to obey God's law and be a servant unto you all and share in the communion of the saints praising and worshipping out awesome God forever!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so GOOD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Merkus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1067283862507971742?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1067283862507971742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1067283862507971742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1067283862507971742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1689374255122687913</id><published>2009-11-18T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:44:54.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Swell</title><content type='html'>So I was just looking at the calendar and realized that my first semester of University is basically over.  Like less than three weeks and I will be writing my first ever Uni finals...don't know what to think about that.  This past Monday was the one month left date....if that makes sense...haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is more good news....I haven't failed anything and don't plan to. Basically I am doing pretty good...but if I'm wanting to get into my teaching program I will have to work harder...somehow. End of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I have met sooo many people at University....like honestly sooo many great people.  I'm soo thankful that God has blessed me with friends so that these post-secondary years will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is sooo great!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! This leads me to chapel which happens every single wednesday morning at Redeemer.  It is basically a mid-week recharge which is definitely needed during the midterm/paper writing season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1689374255122687913?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1689374255122687913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-is-swell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1689374255122687913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1689374255122687913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-is-swell.html' title='Everything is Swell'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-3362140464097353710</id><published>2009-09-10T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:08:04.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at Redeemer!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my summer is over...i managed to get through it with a job the whole time!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in school...yes getting back into the routine will take some getting used to but hey..I love it...plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying to start this commuting group its got about 5 members &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Redeemer is my home away from home and I love it!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-3362140464097353710?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/3362140464097353710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-at-redeemer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3362140464097353710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3362140464097353710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-at-redeemer.html' title='I&apos;m at Redeemer!!!! :)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-3279121323703983996</id><published>2009-06-22T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:30:29.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's been about a month now..."</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I didn't write in my blog for a month...my bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been numerous things that have happened to me in the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RCS&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moving on to University!! I'm going to Redeemer and am currently picking my courses and trying to make sure they all fit into a time period where they won't overlap...very intense...or maybe I'm making it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;...I haven't figured it out yet...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I won an award!!! Yep for business...lets just say a lot of people asked me if I was going to be a business man...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; not...maybe someday if I have a mid-life crisis or whatever those things are called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well I've been done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; for two weeks!!! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I actually have a job!! At a berry farm!!!  I was driving around tractors and feeling like a farmer...a pretty intense feeling...I was actually driving at like 7km an hour and fell asleep...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WOOPS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Since that the Berry job doesn't start up again until this week sometime I'm working in this graphic shop binding books...pretty fun..kinda..whatever I'll live with it..I need money for this Redeemer education!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Well this is the last that I could think of and ultimately the most important...I MISS MY CLASS. I thought I would never say this but for some reason I feel like I have been a member of that class since kindergarten...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not true.  I really miss you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;...:( Looks like we'll have to PARTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-3279121323703983996?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/3279121323703983996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-about-month-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3279121323703983996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3279121323703983996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-about-month-now.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s been about a month now...&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-4213788719944502385</id><published>2009-05-19T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:00:25.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...:P</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked my blog for the first time in like two weeks today, that how busy I have been with homework and other super fun activities!!  But I have a treat for you all...a story!!!  So if you can all edit it and tell me what you like or what I should change that would be totally sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Helen, can you come to my office?” asked Rob, her manager.&lt;br /&gt;Helen had been employed at the bank for only a year and she knew with the recession that it was probably her turn to be laid off.  Still, she remained hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know how to tell you this, but…”&lt;br /&gt;“Just tell me, I think I know what it is,” she replied very quietly anticipating what he would say next.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s actually good news!  Because you have been working very hard and faithfully, I would like to offer you a promotion!”&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t hear the rest of what he had to say.  Her mind continued telling her that she had received a promotion and of all the money she would be making.  Helen couldn’t wait to go home and email her husband to tell him the good news! &lt;br /&gt;The rush hour traffic was packed more than usual on the ride home she swerved in and out of the traffic creating a huge band of beeping horns.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this maniac?”  Anche asked herself as she looked in her rear view mirror.  “If she try’s to cut me off she’s messing with the wrong person.”   The traffic came to a halt.  No one was moving now.  Anche turned on the radio to listen to the news.  Eventually the traffic began to crawl forward.  Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the red mustang weaving around cars, coming her way.  The mustang was beside her now and there was no way that Anche was going to let this crazy driver pass her.  Anche rolled down the window.&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you think you are?” she shouted in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, my name is Helen, and I have to get home as soon as possible!” Helen replied trying to sound pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, good for you.  What do you think the rest of us are doing?”  Anche raised her voice even louder.&lt;br /&gt;The traffic began moving even faster and Helen closed her window and continued to accelerate.  That woman was nut.  She must have had a bad day.  Helen took the next exit off the highway.  Almost home!  Wait, is that woman following me? Is that her car? No, I’m just dreaming again.  C’mon Helen think positive.&lt;br /&gt;Helen pulled her red mustang into the driveway of her two-story home.  She grabbed for the remote to open the garage door, but it slipped like a fish from her grasp.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no,” she shouted.  Not only was that crazy woman being an idiot, but now this remote is trying to make my day go crazy too. There it is.  The baby blue door slid open too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon, c’mon,” she shouted in frustration.  She wanted to e-mail her husband to tell him the good news.  She unlocked the door and entered the house.  The answering machine was beeping and she ran towards it, but hesitated to click the play button.  No I’m not going to push it.  It just may tell me that my husband isn’t coming home next month.  I don’t want that to ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the house.  That’s the red Mustang in the garage.  Anche pulled into the driveway and stepped out of her car.  I’m going to do this right.  I am sick of these kind of people ruining my days.  She walked up the flagstone pathway towards the front porch and pulled on the door knocker letting it bounce against the brass plate.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who that is?  I’m not expecting company today.  Maybe it’s the neighbour asking me to donate some money again.  Helen went to the door and swung it open.&lt;br /&gt;“Remember me?”&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I’m home!” shouted Steven, Helen’s son. “Mom?” There was no answer.  He went from room to room shouting her name, but still there was no answer.  Her car’s home, maybe she just went for a walk or something, he thought, but she never leaves the doors unlocked.  The answering machine is beeping, maybe she left me a message on it.&lt;br /&gt;“You have one missed call,” it beckoned out through the speaker.  “Hi, Helen, I’m coming home a month early from Afghanistan.  I thought that we could make this a surprise for Steven.   I can’t wait to see both of you.  I love you, see you tomorrow.” &lt;br /&gt;My dads coming home!  I can’t wait…but, where is mom?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Darkness began to set in.  Helen was still not home.  Steven knew something was wrong.  As he was walking towards the phone, he noticed a dark shadow outside the back window watching him.  It began to move.  He ran towards the phone and dialled 9-1-1.&lt;br /&gt;CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;“Put the phone down kid,” shouted a woman.&lt;br /&gt; “What did you do to my Mom?” asked Steven, shivering from fear.&lt;br /&gt;“I did what I needed to do, and now I will finish the job!”  she replied in a mocking voice.&lt;br /&gt;“You-You-You killed her?”  he asked with tears steaming down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to hear it, you cry baby.” &lt;br /&gt;Steven looked around for anything that he could throw at this woman.  He saw a gleam coming from the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;“Mom’s bread knife,” he whispered to himself.&lt;br /&gt;“What was that?” the woman demanded.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing,” Steven lied. He started moving towards the counter.&lt;br /&gt;“Where do you think you’re going kid?”&lt;br /&gt;“I want some food.”&lt;br /&gt;“You better not try making a move on me, or else.” &lt;br /&gt;Steven went to the counter and picked up the knife.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you have in your hands?” the woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Ummmm…” the gleam of the knife shone on the roof, giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;“Put it down or I’ll shoot you,” the woman said with disgust.  Steven tuned around with the knife in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not going to go down without a fight,” he said trying to sound like a real man, even though he was only thirteen.  The woman gave him a questioning look as he began to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;            “You don’t want to do this son,” she started to say, “I will shoot you and I don’t want to because I have one of my own.  Please! Stop!”  Steven continued to advance.  Suddenly everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;“Call 9-1-1,” a distant voice woke Helen from her unconscious state.  She tried to move her head but it hurt too much.  She just starred at the night sky with the stars shining down on her.  What happened to me? Where am I? Why can’t I move?&lt;br /&gt;“Ma’am, can you hear me?” the voice called as Helen slipped into unconsciousness again.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Helen’s eyes flickered open.  Cards were hung on the walls around the room and red tulips were in a vase in the corner.  Someone was holding her hand.  His face was wrinkled with concern and he looked as if he had been crying.  She tried to move her leg but it was no use.  She tried to move her arm but it wouldn’t budge.  Drool streamed from her mouth down her face.  She closed her eyes.  She could feel the man wiping the drool off her face.  She opened her eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me sir…” she began to squeak in a little voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Helen, you woke up!” he smiled.  She began to notice the facial features, she knew this man from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re my husband!” She stammered as loud as she could with her still weak voice.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you honey and I have missed you so much,” he said with tears running down his cheek, “but honey, I have something to show you.”  He handed the clipping from the newspaper to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;“Heroic Young Boy Dies in Effort to Save His Mother.”  Helen read then reached for her Husband.  The two clung to each other, letting their sorrowful tears flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-4213788719944502385?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/4213788719944502385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-whilep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4213788719944502385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4213788719944502385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-whilep.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...:P'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1403255674535555254</id><published>2009-05-05T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:54:37.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homework Blues</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going through this stage where I just wanna be out of school....I'm getting super tired of doing homework and sitting through classes...AUGHHH  Five weeks left!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of lame but I thought that I would throw something out there!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;- Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1403255674535555254?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1403255674535555254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/05/homework-blues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1403255674535555254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1403255674535555254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/05/homework-blues.html' title='The Homework Blues'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-3941032779679374697</id><published>2009-04-30T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:15:21.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forgotten Road Sign</title><content type='html'>This is actually a real story...this sign is located on my road, and every winter the sign gets smashed up!  Please let me know how you like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smash me into the fresh dirt,&lt;br /&gt;I’m there to direct people,&lt;br /&gt;Tell drivers that the road ends,&lt;br /&gt;Caution them not to come forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails pierce into my body.&lt;br /&gt;Signs cover my naked splinters.&lt;br /&gt;They take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;If I were not there, they would not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkled with snow,&lt;br /&gt;Salt making my presence look dirty,&lt;br /&gt;The cars can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;And I fall down, crushed under the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times have I been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m alone,&lt;br /&gt;Barely visible from the road,&lt;br /&gt;They might miss me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-3941032779679374697?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/3941032779679374697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgotten-road-sign.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3941032779679374697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3941032779679374697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgotten-road-sign.html' title='A Forgotten Road Sign'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-2150930438605661523</id><published>2009-04-29T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:23:11.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The eve of my Birthday!"</title><content type='html'>So tommorow is my birthday, but am I ready to be 18???&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda a scary thought....I'm getting OLD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well know more of that....PARTY WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;You will only have your 18 birthday once...your not going to have it twice...so you might as well make the best of it!!!!  And thats what I plan to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-2150930438605661523?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/2150930438605661523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/eve-of-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2150930438605661523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2150930438605661523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/eve-of-my-birthday.html' title='&quot;The eve of my Birthday!&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-4264819649792440617</id><published>2009-04-28T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:05:01.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hermingo"</title><content type='html'>Please edit this story so that I can get the best mark as posible!!! Thank-you!!! (Like the name?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea was coming into the boat as if it had a mind of its own.  Big, puffy, cumulus clouds were hanging low, almost touching the mighty waves of the ocean.  Huge cold rain drops fell from the cloud covered sky.  Another enormous rouge wave slapped the side of the ship and washed over its deck bringing men to their watery deaths.&lt;br /&gt;“Lower the anchor,” shouted Captain Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Lawrence Halfway had been captain of the “Hermingo” as long as anyone could remember.  He smelled like salt and cigars and never trimmed his beard except when he went to weddings.  Lawrence loved the sea and felt at home out there with no land in sight.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go men, hustle up!”&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, you want us to get the Negroes from the bottom?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, let them rot in their grave! We can always get more!”&lt;br /&gt;Samuel ran to the ladder to get down to the hull of the boat.  I have to save these Negroes; it’s not their fault that we have them.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was not a man to go against authority very often, but this time he felt that he had to disobey the orders.  With that, he lowered himself onto the rungs of the damp ladder.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”  sneered Joey, a fellow crewmember.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing, j-j-just going to go and bail some water from the bottom,” he managed to stammer out.&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, wrong ladder buddy.  Remember we don’t care if them Negroes drown,”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I guess I forgot in all of this confusion,” Sam uttered as he tried to sound convincing.&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, whatever….”&lt;br /&gt;“Men, lower the life boats,” shouted the captain.  “Abandon ship!”&lt;br /&gt;Everyone raced towards the life boats except for Sam.  I have to help out the Negroes, I can’t just let them die.  How inhumane!  God, help me!&lt;br /&gt;Sam stepped onto the first rung of the ladder, then the next.&lt;br /&gt;CRACK!&lt;br /&gt;The boat was shattering, he had to go faster!  He took another step but it wasn’t there.  He felt around, but still nothing.  The hatch door slammed shut causing debris to fall on his head.  Another wave washed over the boat and fell through the cracked holes of the deck, soaking Sam with cold, salty water.  Sam felt around again for the next rung, but he still couldn’t find it.  Again he tried and took a daring step towards the last possible place where it could be.&lt;br /&gt;SPLASH!&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay son,” reassured a mysterious man.  He was cradling Sam in his arms holding his head above the ever-rising sea water.&lt;br /&gt;“I have to get these people out of here…it’s all my fault…I just have to help the Negroes.”  Sam insisted as he struggled to stand.  Pain shot through his leg, his head was pounding and his face was bruised.  He grabbed a board that was sticking through the hull of the ship to steady himself.&lt;br /&gt;“Where did you come from?  Who are you? What are….”&lt;br /&gt;“Slow down Sam…”&lt;br /&gt;“Wait how did you know my name…I’ve never seen you before in my life?”&lt;br /&gt;“I just do, now let’s get these Negroes to safety,” he replied sternly.&lt;br /&gt;Sam found the key and with the help of the mysterious man whom Sam was still wondering about, working to free the slaves from their chains.  Sam moved his way through the lines of people but as time ticked by, the sea water continued to rise and the boat was beginning to tilt.  He was shivering, but knew that he had to save these people from drowning.  Each time that he would unlock the chains, the Negros would praise the Lord and thank Sam in words that he didn’t understand.  By now the water was up to his waist.  The slaves who could barely stand were being helped out by the stronger ones.  Another wave crashed into the side of the boat.  The wooden hull of the ship was making large cracking and groaning noises.  At last he reached the last Negro.  She was limp holding her crying baby in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;“Me baby, care,” she stammered in a weak voice. &lt;br /&gt;“I will,” Sam said as he took the baby from her arms.&lt;br /&gt;“Sam! The boat’s going to go down.&lt;br /&gt;Sam looked back towards the woman she wasn’t there!  She was gone!  He looked down at the baby in his shaking, wet arms.  He struggled towards the ladder tripping over the chains.&lt;br /&gt;“Sir!” Sam called as he reached the ladder, “Here’s the baby.  Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious man wasn’t listening.  Sam continued to call out to him but still no answer.  Another wave swept over the ship soaking Sam and the baby in another shower of salt water.  He climbed up the wet ladder.  Each step was murderous to his leg, shooting pains through his whole body.  The pain felt like razor blades cutting through every part of his body.  Finally, he managed to get to the upper deck.  I have to protect this baby…I promised the mother that I would.  All of the Negroes followed him as if he were their leader, their hero!&lt;br /&gt;Sam made his way across the slippery deck of the boat making sure to watch out for waves.  He motioned for the Negroes to stop and hold onto a sturdy object to keep them from washing over the side of the boat.  Sam handed the baby over to one of the women telling her in his language to care for him.  The woman did not understand, but she figured that she might as well hold the baby and cuddle it to keep him warm.  Sam continued over to where the lifeboats were stored.  All the lifeboats were gone, either washed over the side of the boat or taken by the crew of the ship.  Another huge wave washed over the ship taking the mast and sails with it.  It sent screams among the people and even some into the sea.  I have to do this soon.  These people need my help.  He looked around for anything that could bring them to safety.  There was nothing, no hope.  The mysterious man had disappeared.  He must have washed over the side of the boat.  The minutes felt like hours as the group sat together crying softly to themselves or talking in hushed voices to the people beside them.&lt;br /&gt;“God, help us, please help us!”  Sam prayed earnestly.  “I know I haven’t been very good lately, but please help these people!  They have done nothing wrong, I was the one who captured them and took them away from the comforts of their home and families.”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a great uproar among the people.  A huge rouge wave, the biggest that they had ever seen was coming towards the boat.  People were crying out to God, screaming for their lives.&lt;br /&gt;“Lord please stop this wave…please do what your will is,” Sam prayed frantically.&lt;br /&gt;The wave got closer, it wasn’t going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Sam felt warm, dry, and at peace.  The mysterious man was with him looking down at Sam’s face.&lt;br /&gt;“Sam, you’re coming home!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-4264819649792440617?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/4264819649792440617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/hermingo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4264819649792440617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4264819649792440617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/hermingo.html' title='&quot;Hermingo&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1480006914700961062</id><published>2009-04-22T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:02:18.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exciting Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se-FvTT48ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yHVsvXBCrKM/s1600-h/IMG000108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327623931886629266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se-FvTT48ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yHVsvXBCrKM/s320/IMG000108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was rather exciting for me! First of all there was no school...YAHOOH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Sick Kids in Toronto for my ear appointment and my brother Bryan also had a couple appointments...so that is basically what I was up to the whole day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when it was finally my appointment...which was after lunch the Doctor only saw me for like three minutes. Not a word of a lie! He looked in my ears told me that everything looked healthy and sent me to the nurses office. I had to go to the office because I GRADUATED from the hospital cause I'm going to have my birthday next week...I'm turning 18...AUGHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was very exciting for me because I did not have to have another surgery and it was the first time that everything was actually healthy and all, so I was clearly overjoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and in the hospital there was still "Roll up the rim to win".....I lost.... :( Oh well I guess you can't win everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1480006914700961062?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1480006914700961062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/exciting-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1480006914700961062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1480006914700961062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/exciting-day.html' title='An Exciting Day!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se-FvTT48ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yHVsvXBCrKM/s72-c/IMG000108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-6207020134418467280</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:45:09.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hour Fast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se0W9J-_gtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gljpvmHVbQ4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326939174157124306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se0W9J-_gtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gljpvmHVbQ4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started on Friday morning, at 8 in the morning! (Actually at 7:40...but that is besides the point..:P) At 8 I started the 24 hours fast!!! This day was not like how I thought it would be...so let me tell you a bit about it! First of all I did school...BORING!!! But then it all started!!! During Spare I played rook and made SOME mistakes, but a LOT of good moves...although I never made it out of the negatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the amazing race began which was enjoyed by a lot of people and not liked by really lame people that have no school spirit at all...like seriously if you don't like it don't come and if your there make the best of it and have some fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie and presentation we played v-ball until around 2:30 (at least until very late)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when we were all snug in the art room ready for bed with the other 30 people in the room...it stank a lot..:P I managed to get 2 hours of sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew Mr. Navis was waking me up to help get ready for breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minuted krept by, but finally it was 8 and I began to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly rewarding experience, showing love for those who do not have as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the moment you have all been waiting for: the final numbers for the fast was around $12,ooo which was really awsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-6207020134418467280?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/6207020134418467280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-hour-fast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6207020134418467280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6207020134418467280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-hour-fast.html' title='24 Hour Fast!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Se0W9J-_gtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gljpvmHVbQ4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-7451286149289012800</id><published>2009-04-16T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:42:47.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My story continued....</title><content type='html'>So this is the remainder of the story....please again tell me some helpful comments!!!  (Cause its worth 10% of my final mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I have to lie?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I have never done this before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“You want me to stay home with you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or are you okay?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No she can’t stay home with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want her to be here when it happens. I love her too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I’m fine, you can just go by yourself.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can end this…somehow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Okay, I love you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I should go, if I don’t then everyone will say he felt too guilty to go and couldn’t bear the sight of the family’s son whom he had murdered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to go…but I can’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have any friends anyways. No one has talked to me since the accident and no one ever will again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All they have given me is the cold stare or just said that I’m loser, or that I should just kill myself…no one likes me and no one ever will again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m down here again for the second time this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There it is!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is going to regret leaving his possessions here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to get this over with before mom gets home…dad won’t care if I’m gone, he’s off with his new girlfriend all the time anyways, he doesn’t spend anytime with us, so its not like he’ll miss me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s colder than I remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should write mom a note telling her how much I love her and that I’m really sorry for what is going to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She may need it, because she is going to cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe she is going through the same type of trial as I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s that noise?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it Mom? She’s home already?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t write a note anymore I need to finish this, I need to end this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Goodbye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-7451286149289012800?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/7451286149289012800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story-continued.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7451286149289012800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7451286149289012800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story-continued.html' title='My story continued....'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-7894070827714401471</id><published>2009-04-15T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:23:11.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Hear Me?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;So this is another one of my writing pieces for writers craft!!!  Let me know what you think about this and please critique it!!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;i&gt;Doesn’t anyone understand?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why does it seem that everyone hates me? Even my girlfriend has left me…I have no one left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All because of the accident which wasn’t even my fault.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the one that was drunk, not me…but no one seems to get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Did I ever tell you how much I l…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Drew watch out!!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Susan shouted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;SMASH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those seconds felt like hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one likes me, no one!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure no one will care if I just disappear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a single person will know. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone just huddles in their little cliques and talk about me killing the ‘popular guy’ in school, the guy who all the girls liked, the guy who was good at sports, the guy that pretty much dominated everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone thinks that I ran into him on purpose and that I could have avoided the accident, but it’s not true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t people just understand what happened, they have to understand, they just have to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they not know that I am still human?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They just don’t care, they hate me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Look at him, he’s not even sorry about the accident, he just walks around like nothing has happened.” Or even worse, they tell me that I have to apologize to everyone, even though It wasn’t my fault, but no one will believe that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m barely breathing, with a broken heart that’s still beating, part of me tells me that I have to hold on and the other to let go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even my dad seems to say that it was all my fault he tells me that I have to be more normal, I try to please him, but I just can’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should he care he doesn’t even live with me and mom anyways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why doesn’t he just clear out all his stuff from the house, I’m sick of seeing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hates me just like…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Drew, we have to go!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The funeral home no doubt people will look at me and the parents will say that if it hadn’t been for me he would have still been here, but it wasn’t my fault.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I just end it here? Should I just give up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Drew, let’s go!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should I just say that I’m sick?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or should I just go and show my respects?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sick of this life…I just want to scream and let out all my frustrations but I can’t, not yet, not ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Drew are you in there?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m glad that someone’s loves me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can always count on my mom to be there when I need her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad that she cares about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still want friends though; maybe I’m just destined to be a loner?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t do this anymore, no more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ya…what do you want?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“What’s wrong honey?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t look good at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have you been crying?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What should I say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I lie?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She might notice that I’m actually falling away from this world, from her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“No mom, I’m not feeling sick…I just want to stay home.”&lt;/p&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-7894070827714401471?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/7894070827714401471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-anyone-hear-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7894070827714401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7894070827714401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-anyone-hear-me.html' title='Does Anyone Hear Me?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-6801765082772487696</id><published>2009-04-09T20:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:08:11.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Nervous, so very nervous....</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; playing my trumpet in church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; and I am super nervous.. :&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I shall do fine though, cause i have gone through all the music, but I'm still nervous.....to make matters worse I'm playing for the offering too!! But thankfully Carol-Lee is playing with me and she is a really good pianist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and....."WE HAVE A 4 DAY WEEKEND!!"  &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talk to you all later.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-6801765082772487696?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/6801765082772487696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-nervous-so-very-nervous.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6801765082772487696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6801765082772487696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-nervous-so-very-nervous.html' title='So Nervous, so very nervous....'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5421644927078582860</id><published>2009-04-08T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:17:37.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Everyone in the van!” shouted&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Shoot! This is the day…my first day of school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if people don’t like me? What if I make know friends? My heart is pounding,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;it’s shaking my whole body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t do this…I just can’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I have&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to! My mom isn’t going to home-school anymore, besides I don’t even want to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was good while it lasted, but now…I just don’t have any perseverance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was the one that decided to go to school…so now I have to force myself to do it, I just have to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then again I am excited because I get my own locker…and I have never had one before in my life!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all I am really looking forward too though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, there’s the school!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is only my second time coming here, once in June and now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“We’re here!” exclaimed Mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I hope you all have a great day!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;This is truly happening!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no one here…at least I can’t see anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait I know that person…I think that her name is Amber!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow I actually know someone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now for my locker…I can’t even fit everything in it…maybe I shouldn’t have brought so much stuff to school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;BEEP!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;What was that? The buzzer? It must be…wow I’m actually going to start my first class ever! Wait! Someone just said go to the gym! The gym? I know where that is!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m standing with some people…are they in my class?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I guess I shall find out later…I hope!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;***********&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“We have a new student in our class,” proclaimed Mr. Brunsveld. “Chris Merkus.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;What are people going to think of me? They are all saying their names, but I won’t remember any of them…there’s almost 30 people here…how am I supposed to remember all their names?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Hi,” I managed to struggle out in a coarse voice trying to sound manly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Are you good at soccer?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marten asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“I’m about average” I responded with enthusiasm that I was making some new friends!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;***********&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“How was your day?” asked Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Great!” I lied. “I even made some new friends!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Today was horrible, I couldn’t even act myself!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt as if I had to put on a different face, just to get people to like me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty sure that I only said three words the whole day. Tomorrow I am sure will be better, it has to be better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5421644927078582860?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5421644927078582860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5421644927078582860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5421644927078582860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-2149544665135013620</id><published>2009-04-06T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:28:50.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Practise #9</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!! So I was wondering if you could all critique and edit these pieces that I have written for writerscraft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please be harsh!! (I can take it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Memory of Great-Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One could never tell that she was old, apart from her frail stature.    She would always ride away in the teal coloured mustang convertible, traversing to the shopping mall, to keep her wardrobe up to date, or to the grocery store, to buy the ingredients for her prize-winning butter tarts.  Easy to talk to, she was there when one needed someone to talk with, giving her advice freely.  She loved her family; she lived for them!  Not a day would go by without someone calling her up, or popping in to say ‘hi’.  If someone would show up at her tiny apartment, she would not let them leave until she had filled them up with a meal made especially for him or her.  Rocking in her chair, knitting woolen socks, scarfs or slippers of every colour imaginable, she would give them to her family to keep warm and remind them of her love.  She was a mom, grandma, and great-grandma, one that was truly loved by all.  Great-grandma loved her Lord and Saviour and lived her life believing and trusting in Him everyday.  Even on her death bed she had words of wisdom to tell, “You’re a good boy.”  She is gone now, to be with Jesus but everyone who has known her will not forget the love that she showed to them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Knock! Knock!&lt;br /&gt;“Melanie are you in there?”  Shouted Drew.  “Melanie open up, c’mon I’m sorry.  You want me to break a window, cause I will, I know that you are in there, your cars in the driveway you can’t fool me.”&lt;br /&gt;SMASH&lt;br /&gt;“Melanie where are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Drew, Drew” Melanie whispered coarsely.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m coming!” Replied Drew.  “NO! Melanie are you okay?  You are in a pool of blood, Melanie can you hear me? Melanie?” He screamed. “I love you!”&lt;br /&gt;“Put your hands behind your back, I don’t want any trouble from you mister” exclaimed a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;“Really, really I can explain” Drew stammered with tears flowing down his face.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure you can…in court!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-2149544665135013620?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/2149544665135013620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-practise-9.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2149544665135013620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2149544665135013620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-practise-9.html' title='Writing Practise #9'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-2039811041173714681</id><published>2009-04-06T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:10:45.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So this is pretty wierd wheather, one day I get a sunburn the next day it is snowing.....WITH NO SNOW DAY... :( Oh well I'm sure that I shall get over it!  I was ready to put away the winter wear and bring out the summer but now im trugging through snow and having to face the cold again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I'am going to Redeemer to pick my courses.  PS: If you did not allready know I am going to be starting school there in September!!  So that shall be fun and exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that shall be all for know...stay posted for my next post... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-2039811041173714681?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/2039811041173714681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2039811041173714681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2039811041173714681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow.html' title='SNOW?!?!?!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-2338539467656667881</id><published>2009-04-03T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:33:16.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Report Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Sda4ti41HnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xyqGhG63mnU/s1600-h/IMG000107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643102383611506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Sda4ti41HnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xyqGhG63mnU/s320/IMG000107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is my report card!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-2338539467656667881?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/2338539467656667881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-report-card.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2338539467656667881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/2338539467656667881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-report-card.html' title='My Report Card'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Sda4ti41HnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xyqGhG63mnU/s72-c/IMG000107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-6866771918974849857</id><published>2009-04-03T18:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:31:50.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms!!</title><content type='html'>So today I got my midterm marks!!! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'am&lt;/span&gt; pleased to tell you all that I have a 83 average!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am runner up for the writers-craft award (you better watch out Esther!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally the weekend and this one is going to be pretty awesome!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is living worship! YES....so much fun! And then on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wentworth&lt;/span&gt;!! So totally looking forward to this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-6866771918974849857?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/6866771918974849857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/midterms.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6866771918974849857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6866771918974849857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/midterms.html' title='Midterms!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-3361871809112197445</id><published>2009-04-01T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:12:24.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Weather</title><content type='html'>Yes!!!! We are finally getting some pretty decent weather! Therefore, I will be wearing my flip-flops and shorts to school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Anyone want to join me?????  DO IT....YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!  I mean like we should enjoy the weather while it's here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes It was windy today...my favourite...especially when it is warm wind!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-3361871809112197445?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/3361871809112197445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/warm-weather.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3361871809112197445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3361871809112197445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/04/warm-weather.html' title='Warm Weather'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-1410774821379037076</id><published>2009-03-31T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:31:01.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>So it was earth day on Saturday and I did my part!!! Yes I was out there on the streets of Hamilton cleaning up garbage, for almost two hours. Unfortunately I did not know that it was earth day so I did not get to participate in turning out the lights for an hour. Now this made me mad cause I would totally do it, like we all need to do our part...we are not supposed to ruin God's world that He has created for us to live in. We should therefore show our appreciation for this world by doing what is right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-1410774821379037076?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/1410774821379037076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1410774821379037076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/1410774821379037076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5211474588133573460</id><published>2009-03-26T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:53:36.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Interesting...</title><content type='html'>So today was rather interesting...it all started at 12:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, Kevin and I are riding in Marten's truck.  When we merge onto the highway...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when the problems started!!!  Jeremy was trying to get it up to 100 but it only got up to 80km...barely!!! :)  So then Jeremy's like..."This isn't good" and were just laughing are heads off as huge transports are trying to get around are rather slow, enormous, front ended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt;....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jeremy's like, "I'm getting off at Wilson Street" and so we did!!!  Thankfully we were able to keep up to speed and get to chapters safe and sound....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we were at chapters we "observed people".....COOL!!! (PS: That's all that was really interesting that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; there!!)  + Irene came and said "Hi" so that was pretty cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the truck we are going home...and due to the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shocks&lt;/span&gt; on the truck Kevin is burning himself with his hot chocolate...which of course is not Jeremy's fault at all....And then he's like "I'm going to take you guys on a little adventure"  (Something like that)  So we go down this little gravel road  that i have never heard about or seen before and I am like wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to school and I looked back on my day and was very happy with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5211474588133573460?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5211474588133573460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-interesting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5211474588133573460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5211474588133573460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-interesting.html' title='Very Interesting...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-6472087574919067221</id><published>2009-03-25T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:45:04.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Totally Awsome Redeemer Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Scrd4lTgsKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/U3rAQ_c8tMM/s1600-h/IMG000103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317306274220650658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Scrd4lTgsKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/U3rAQ_c8tMM/s320/IMG000103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, "COOL SHIRT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-6472087574919067221?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/6472087574919067221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-totally-awsome-redeemer-shirt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6472087574919067221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6472087574919067221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-totally-awsome-redeemer-shirt.html' title='My Totally Awsome Redeemer Shirt'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCCHoMW2KkE/Scrd4lTgsKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/U3rAQ_c8tMM/s72-c/IMG000103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5216056995416623653</id><published>2009-03-25T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:32:05.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update...</title><content type='html'>So Esther was like update your blog and I'm like :P.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tommorow my writers craft class is going to chapters!!!! YES We are going to be observing people...luckily we don't have to wear a uniform!! Which by the way I only have to wear it for 47 more days....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Everyone don't try playing beethoven with your keyboard on your laptop...I did today and I felt kinda dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to be volunteering in classroom's in my school...YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is all for now...I will fill you all in on tommorow's chapters thingy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5216056995416623653?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5216056995416623653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5216056995416623653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5216056995416623653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-update.html' title='Just an Update...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-4201376806229242505</id><published>2009-03-21T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:06:58.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Days...</title><content type='html'>Well I have some really good news for the people in my class and I guess the people that aren't in my class can celebrate with me!!!!  There is 49 days left of school...YES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT...49 DAYS!!!  I am so overjoyed that I just can't hold it in...ANYMORE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-4201376806229242505?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/4201376806229242505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/49-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4201376806229242505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/4201376806229242505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/49-days.html' title='49 Days...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-9020345383589899664</id><published>2009-03-20T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:19:49.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Choice</title><content type='html'>So I went to Redeemer today and it was a really rewarding experience!!!  I learned a lot of stuff about the Bachelor of Education program that I didn't know before...one was that there is really no job openings for when I graduate so that kinda burst my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bubble&lt;/span&gt;...so I am sure going to step up my volunteering with young kids..i.e. helping teach a class, soccer coach, etc...in this way the teachers at Redeemer will give me a good report for when I am looking for a job..plus I will have a lot of good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;references&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; faced with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; about whether or not to live on campus...sure it would be fun but it is expensive!! They really recommended it...a lot!!  I went there telling myself that I wasn't going to live on campus and I came back wanting too AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 99.9% sure that I want to go to Redeemer...just the way in which people act there and they are all really nice...plus i sat in on a class and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; personal. The teacher actually knew her students names!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha...and today I watched some students get their heads shaved...this included a girl!! They shaved their heads because they had raised a lot of money for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;warchild&lt;/span&gt; (I believe that is what it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt;)...there is just so much info to take in on one day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the day was ended by going to Timmie's and winning a free coffee....WHAT A TRULY AMAZING DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-9020345383589899664?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/9020345383589899664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-choice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/9020345383589899664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/9020345383589899664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-choice.html' title='So Much Choice'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5133831273662166580</id><published>2009-03-19T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:52:44.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Redeemer</title><content type='html'>So tommorow im going to visit my possible new school for this coming september and then for the next five years...I hope that its great and that I don't get let down.  Tuition is tons of money but luckily my parents have told me to save so I should be okay...FOR THE FIRST YEAR..lol.  So then I will find a way to deal with the next few years..I hope!! It's a whole new exprience and I am definetly ready to move on from my highschool career and transforming into a "University Student"!!!! Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5133831273662166580?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5133831273662166580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-redeemer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5133831273662166580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5133831273662166580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-redeemer.html' title='Going to Redeemer'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-6336348084808171325</id><published>2009-03-18T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:45:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick....</title><content type='html'>So being sick isn't all its cut out to be.  I mean like maybe you can have a day off school or work but other than that getting a cold sucks...I mean when I get a cold it really sucks.  For one thing I can't see through my eyes because my eyes get all watery and my nose runs like a water fountain...Maybe I will get better tommorow..or at least  I hope casue im pretty much finished with being sick and I want to enjoy the rest of the March Break!!! (My last March break!!! EVER!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-6336348084808171325?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/6336348084808171325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6336348084808171325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/6336348084808171325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='Sick....'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-3506205765848787716</id><published>2009-03-13T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:21:34.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion Poems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Can’t Care For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear one, the time has come&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish, that I could keep you&lt;br /&gt;The doctor’s going to take you away&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like only yesterday, that I had such joy&lt;br /&gt;But mom told me, to get rid of you my dear boy&lt;br /&gt;How I did scream for you&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sound of the vacuum,&lt;br /&gt;The air piercing scream&lt;br /&gt;The very machine that will quench you forever&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the feel of your baby smooth skin&lt;br /&gt;Your blue eyes staring into my face&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and breathe&lt;br /&gt;I feel you being sucked out of me&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t this stop, I love you&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to open my eyes, and look towards the tube&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of you are being squeezed through&lt;br /&gt;I see what looks like your hand, lifeless and limp&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, sweet one&lt;br /&gt;I will never hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Never feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have cared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mommy I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing me songs, and I fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me stories to keep me entertained all day&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re sad, and crying a lot&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the day, when we will meet&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me for hours, if you like&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you kiss me on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something doesn’t sound right&lt;br /&gt;I hear a loud piercing scream&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, with your soothing voice what it is&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is sucking all the liquid around me&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;I can barely breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is breaking off&lt;br /&gt;I am falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I’m barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you letting that man do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my protector&lt;br /&gt;Make him go away, make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, stop them&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold on much longer&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is black&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I can’t hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we shall meet someday&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I still love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-3506205765848787716?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/3506205765848787716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/abortion-poems.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3506205765848787716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/3506205765848787716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/abortion-poems.html' title='Abortion Poems...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-7638011672740984212</id><published>2009-03-13T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:48:37.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Change</title><content type='html'>So this year seems to be going by fast..at least faster then other years! Life isn't ever going to be the same.  I'm going to be an "Adult" next month and will no longer be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; an "infant" in Canada.  Now I have always looked forward to growing up, but now, I'm not so sure...It's scary, I no longer know what the future holds, everything is going to change, it's going to be like my first day of school all over again..lol..but I won't talk about that! There are going to be some things about school that I will miss, but others I will be glad that they are over with!!  I have always heard that change is good, but sometimes I feel like having life slow down and let us catch up with the changes before we have to go through with the next one.  Oh well I hope that the future holds good experiences for me and all my friends who are going through the exact same reaction to change as I am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-7638011672740984212?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/7638011672740984212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-of-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7638011672740984212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/7638011672740984212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-of-change.html' title='Seasons of Change'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430243339344328857.post-5907367313652676950</id><published>2009-03-13T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:50:45.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm hooked on this blog thing too!! Lets see how long it last, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... I will be using this blog to post some of my pieces that I have written in writers craft and then you can read them and even give me some helpful requirements!!  I hope you all really enjoy it and continue to view it...that is for as long as I post on it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430243339344328857-5907367313652676950?l=moments-chris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/feeds/5907367313652676950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/start.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5907367313652676950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430243339344328857/posts/default/5907367313652676950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-chris.blogspot.com/2009/03/start.html' title='The Start'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205008021044203955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
