<?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-8676225675519773001</id><updated>2011-08-06T10:10:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><subtitle type='html'>:D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-4312711143122712494</id><published>2010-11-08T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:28:05.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;What am i suppose to do now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;I'm here, thinking and planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;What am i going to do next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;But i don't plan far ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;Other wise it won't happen the next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going to finish school this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;Can't wait for that to happen cuz I'm a Sr in high school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;Well I'm going to miss my fellow classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;Actually some of them for that reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;But hopefully I learn more in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;I am a bit nervous to go, cuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know if i will make it that far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;But i know in my heart that i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-4312711143122712494?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/4312711143122712494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=4312711143122712494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/4312711143122712494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/4312711143122712494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-am-i-suppose-to-do-now-im-here.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-2680730124645808051</id><published>2010-01-22T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:51:53.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt; I don't like that&lt;br /&gt;Makes me&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;Mad&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;I hate that when that happens&lt;br /&gt;Like the whole world is against me&lt;br /&gt;Making me think wrong about people&lt;br /&gt;Telling my mind wrong things&lt;br /&gt;Blocking out what I have in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have these&lt;br /&gt;I realize&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening&lt;br /&gt;My mixed emotions&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/8676225675519773001-2680730124645808051?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/2680730124645808051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=2680730124645808051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/2680730124645808051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/2680730124645808051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2010/01/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-3631994290638251130</id><published>2009-05-14T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:15:26.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about Slide shows</title><content type='html'>Another year to get ready for graduation but this time its my older brother. Last year was my older sister's graduation. I am making a slide show to share it with the whole community to see, this is what I did last year for my sister. It was fun making a slide show, I used IMovie for my sister's slide show but then this year I am using Picasa for the slide show. It is much easier using Picasa because it adjusts the pictures to match up with the songs we display. For the IMovie you try and make the pictures fit or make it even out with the songs you want. If you have IMovie then you will know what I mean, If not then I don't know. Well anyways, I am done with the slide show and Graduation already passed so I'm bushed and didn't get enough sleep for the past two days. :D, more likely to be a frown then a smiley face :( hehee. Well hope you had fun reading my blogs, If not then i totally get it. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-3631994290638251130?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/3631994290638251130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=3631994290638251130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3631994290638251130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3631994290638251130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-about-slide-shows.html' title='Something about Slide shows'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-6644116340772590242</id><published>2009-05-06T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:47:00.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal hopping in Eek, AK</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e48aeb5d1c5402a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De48aeb5d1c5402a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105265%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C799036CBADA1249C72EA96D0ECDB1A4B66B79.3163CEFD1B64E333879FA7AE99F5D47D770C3592%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De48aeb5d1c5402a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUrnF8cam_TeyP3aYGXosEK42LTA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De48aeb5d1c5402a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105265%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C799036CBADA1249C72EA96D0ECDB1A4B66B79.3163CEFD1B64E333879FA7AE99F5D47D770C3592%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De48aeb5d1c5402a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUrnF8cam_TeyP3aYGXosEK42LTA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog this one with the N.Y.O post but then I didn't have the time to download it. But anyway this is me seal hopping, trust me this is kind of hurts for me though but for some people its peace a cake. Well not really, but I went like 101 and something inches. I forgot where I went 125 and something inches last time. I have been going up and down with that and when I was sick or was gonna be sick or short of breath I didn't go that far. When I was in Jr. high though I would get in first place. When we went to Kipnuk, AK like 6 years ago, I went pretty far. I forgot how far though and In Toksook Bay but I didn't really go that far because that was my first year doing N.Y.O and plus i was in Jr. high with my sister Bunna, my cousin Pauline, my friend Jessica, and some other people. I forgot what places I got in Toksook Bay, But I remember i went farther than my sister Bunna. I started going farther and farther after that but sometimes I wouldn't go that far. Well I guess I might start doing some running so that I would be ready for next and start breaking the seal hop record try and beat it. I forgot how far the record was though but I want to try and beat that record. That will be my goal for next N.Y.O season or what ever we call it. This is it for now until next time I write, take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-6644116340772590242?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e48aeb5d1c5402a3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/6644116340772590242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=6644116340772590242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/6644116340772590242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/6644116340772590242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/05/seal-hopping-in-eek-ak.html' title='Seal hopping in Eek, AK'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-2678267067575579187</id><published>2009-05-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:11:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>Everything is going by so fast, even the days are going, well for me but I don't know about the other people. But a lot has happened since those days, still feels like its going to fast. It feels like we didn't have a weekend or something like that. My sister came to Oscarville on Friday and it feels like she has been here for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to get all depressed or something. I wish I had those days when I am not all grumpy or feeling like everything is being pushed down on me like the wild blowing you away. I might have woke up on the wrong side of bed because I woke up at like 9 or somewhere around 9.  So far it my day went well but for me I am trying to make it good and all. But then I am still sleepy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to regret cutting my hair but I am trying to say it will grow back and all i have to do is have fun and ignore my hair being all short and stuff like that. I am guessing that I want a break from all this that is happening here in Oscarville and wanting to go somewhere else rather than being in the same village and being with the same people but I am alright with that. I just want a break from being here all my life. Well I have been on breaks most of the time but that is when I go for camps or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on getting a job somewhere but then my parents suggested that I get one somewhere in Bethel and I was ok with that, but then I might be going there for camp or somewhere else. I should ask my parents if I can stay in Napas for like couple days but i doubt that they will let me go, but I'll be alright with it I think. Well I'll right some more later right now I have to get going so later peace, take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-2678267067575579187?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/2678267067575579187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=2678267067575579187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/2678267067575579187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/2678267067575579187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-3851527858970274500</id><published>2009-04-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:57:50.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State N.Y.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first post about this I said I was going with my dad to state, but I was wrong I only went with my cousin and other people. It was Ok though, but I wanted to go with my dad, but i guess not. I had fun kind of, but some parts I felt like I was left out, but I think that was my fault because I was kind of home sick. Well only a little but not a lot. Plus the first two night at the hotel or in Anchorage I couldn't sleep because the bed was all what you call it. Or maybe I was being to nervous and all excited that I was in Anchorage and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea I almost forgot to tell you how many people were there and all that. A hole lot of people were there from different villages and places. But from LKSD there was like a total of 21 including the couches and chaperons. There was 16 students and there was, Yako McCarr, Rena Tony, Albert Tunuchuk, Delcie Davis, Ted Whitman, Megan Friday, Andrew White, Alicia Chagluak, Daniel Andrew III, Amanda Black, Thomas Albert, Laura Therchik, Moses Charles, Chinace Egoak, Frank Link, and Me Jackie Joekay.&lt;br /&gt;The coaches and chaperons are Charlie Isaac, Paul Paul, Marty Smith, Monica Hecklinger, and Sharon Wagner.&lt;br /&gt;That all the people who went to state from LKSD. I wanted to do all the event but it was ok. Some part of the day, I was sleepy and before I did two foot I closed my eyes, but then I couldn't sleep and all. I went to bed around 3 that night and couldn't sleep after I woke up at 5, well I just had my eyes closed and moving around to get comfy but then I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go and do some other work, I'll write more later. Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-3851527858970274500?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/3851527858970274500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=3851527858970274500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3851527858970274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3851527858970274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-nyo.html' title='State N.Y.O'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-6408423276516417863</id><published>2009-04-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:16:08.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native Youth Olympics (N.Y.O)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Native Youth Olympics also known as (N.Y.O) this year was really awesome. We have been going to other village to N.Y.O meets. Our first semester of N.Y.O, we went to Chefornak, Akula, and Kwethluk. First semester there was also a Napakiak meet but then we didn't go because the river was freezing up or we didn't know if it was safe to go on. When we went to the first meet which was Chefornak, we went by helicopter to Bethel because the river was trying to freeze and was really thin ice.  I think thats all we went to and then this semester we went to Eek, Napaskiak, and Akula was the Districts meet. There also was Nunap but then we didn't go. Couple times I got first place in the events but then the only event that I got first place in every village we went to was Two foot.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go state for two foot this year and also my dad (who is the coach) gets to go state. I am really excited to go. I am going with my cousin/best friend and that is really awesome because I'm going with my cousin/best friend and my dad. Well I guess thats all I have to say until next time I blog, Ok well later and take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-6408423276516417863?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/6408423276516417863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=6408423276516417863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/6408423276516417863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/6408423276516417863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/04/native-youth-olympics-nyo.html' title='Native Youth Olympics (N.Y.O)'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-7187401894032396918</id><published>2009-03-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:54:25.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>Should homework be eliminated?I think it should because  experiencing homework and chores at home, but it is Ok, I can deal with it. But sometimes it can be really depressing most of the time. Especially when you kind of don't have help but then most of the time I do. So yea it might be good. I still think that homework should be eliminated. I know that homework will be good for studying but then at the same time I kind of don't like it. It would be awesome if they eliminated homework, then I could have more time doing chores, but then it would be boring once I'm done with my chores. But I could still have free time and more time to go outside like i would normally do when I was a young girl. Ever since I turned maybe thirteen or maybe twelve I started staying home even more as the days passed, but went out for a couple of times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-7187401894032396918?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/7187401894032396918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=7187401894032396918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/7187401894032396918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/7187401894032396918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/03/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-8585420011826658759</id><published>2009-03-26T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:55:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years later</title><content type='html'>In a hundred years later I think that the world will have no trees, no grass, not even a living thing, because of how we use population to much. But I bet you that the world will still have people, that are more intelligent people that can make stuff out of anything. I still think that there will be emtyness in the world. There will be few people that are living in the world and the water will cover up most of the land. The future will be in your guys hands, I joke not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still wonder what the world will be like in a hundred years, but I know that I won't be alive in hundreds years. I still got like 83 or less to live and hey yea what the heck, I don't know what I am going to become when I grow up. Well I was thinking of becoming a baker or something else but then I was I was thinking of becoming something else. But I guess it is mostly going to be baking, but not really. I can't think of something else to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-8585420011826658759?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/8585420011826658759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=8585420011826658759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/8585420011826658759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/8585420011826658759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-years-later.html' title='100 years later'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-3968884173417086204</id><published>2009-03-26T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:58:56.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanka Poems</title><content type='html'>Two days ago in class we made Tanka poems for our History class, because we are studying about Japan and China and some other countries. Here they are, but I will make a couple more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer than I think&lt;br /&gt;As summer days are coming&lt;br /&gt;Missing all the fun&lt;br /&gt;The trees are growing again&lt;br /&gt;And the love between you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Around town&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me about you&lt;br /&gt;Being silly like&lt;br /&gt;The wild trees being blown&lt;br /&gt;Making me laugh all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of summer&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that you are here&lt;br /&gt;Around the village&lt;br /&gt;Seeking things you never seen&lt;br /&gt;Having a good time outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can on;y make one more, but I don't have any ideas right now. So I guess that is it for now Ok later and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-3968884173417086204?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/3968884173417086204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=3968884173417086204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3968884173417086204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/3968884173417086204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/03/tanka-poems.html' title='Tanka Poems'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-5027713513742060965</id><published>2009-01-13T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:07:26.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i shouldn't of made this blog, I don't know why I made it but then I did. I always have something to say on the other blog and not on this one. I wonder why, maybe because I...lost my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I have nothing to do or so...no what am I saying, I have nothing to type. I have lots in my mind but then I can't decide on what to write or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job i hope i never have is being a teacher because I don't think I would be a good teacher. I'm really bad at teaching people stuff. I'd probably be a bad teacher when I teach a class or sub for someone. But I will tell you what I'm good at. I'm good at making bread, well maybe, probably. I started making bread when I was like maybe 11 or 12. At first I would ask my mom if I put this in first and then this. But then as the days and the month went by, I started to make them by myself without asking my mom any questions, or was it a couple years later. I don't know, I can't remember, it was long ago. Then I started making bread for our feast, but then for some reason this year of 2009, my sister made them. Maybe i retired, I joke I might make some for my grandma's feast this summer. If not then I don't know. Now a days I'm not really what you call it. I don't know how to explain it. Evey thing is like really, happening to fast and its like really complicated or something like that. Well yea something like that, I think. Well I guess thats it for now. So later peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-5027713513742060965?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/5027713513742060965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=5027713513742060965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/5027713513742060965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/5027713513742060965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-shouldnt-of-made-this-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-9099307904504344403</id><published>2008-10-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:14:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cut a Beaver</title><content type='html'>Three days ago i just learned how to cut  beaver. It was really fun to cut one and i cut another one just yesterday. I even took some picture to show how i learned to cut a beaver. Other may have learned it differently but i learned it the way my family does it or how ever that is. Well anyways here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut all the feet and hands off before you start cutting the beaver. only cut them underneath the feet and hands not all the way by the body or something like that. It will look like a chicken once you take the feet and hands off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s1600-h/Photo+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s200/Photo+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237867540593234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Then after all the legs have been cut. Very slightly the middle of the the body. From the bottom but you want to cut around the where it pees to the top of the body and stop near the mouth. but you don't want to cut all the way to the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO-skIIswSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cXoNVmG8nVM/s1600-h/Photo+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO-skIIswSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cXoNVmG8nVM/s200/Photo+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255609026823897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.After that you take the fur off, you want to make sure that you don't tear the inside of the fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO_ujYv4iVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jWYSvYFSXM4/s1600-h/Photo+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO_ujYv4iVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jWYSvYFSXM4/s200/Photo+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255681581870778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Now that you have cut the fur off, you cut the middle and take the guts out and put it in the dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPCIMmt90nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FS3sOpfGsDQ/s1600-h/Photo+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPCIMmt90nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FS3sOpfGsDQ/s200/Photo+303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255850515274519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cut out all the legs and arms off, the body and the ribs will be left even the hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5v7rV0OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TamBDCiHE9s/s1600-h/Photo+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5v7rV0OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TamBDCiHE9s/s200/Photo+302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453110637744354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cut the side of the stomach like in the picture it would turn out like that. Oh yea put the meat you cit out in the dog food also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wKUvpCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R_p-vVAM5Eo/s1600-h/Photo+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wKUvpCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R_p-vVAM5Eo/s200/Photo+312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453114569499682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.Then you cut all the parts of the body into parts, all you have to do is follow the joints. as you see below. Like cut out the ribs from the back bone and cut the back bone into chunks.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wPHG2rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZDQ_vv6FsN8/s1600-h/Photo+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wPHG2rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZDQ_vv6FsN8/s200/Photo+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453115854478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. some parts of the ribs you take off like the top part of it. Then you cut then ribs into how many parts only when it's small and when the beaver is a big one then you cut it rib by rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wUYhDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVy1l17KYMU/s1600-h/Photo+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY5wUYhDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVy1l17KYMU/s200/Photo+330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453117269675122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You put the hands and feet in a trash bag and the fur but most people hang them to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JhgGp3I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdbZPxRBc70/s1600-h/Photo+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JhgGp3I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdbZPxRBc70/s200/Photo+336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257457948334401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Last but not least put then in a ziplock to put in the freezer to keep for foods. All the body parts that you cut up step 7. Oh yea fill the bag half way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JaZUq6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/laRL96Pb8BM/s1600-h/Photo+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SPY-JaZUq6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/laRL96Pb8BM/s200/Photo+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257457946426911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have any questions comment and i think i will answer them if not then I'll ask my mom. Or someone else. Or i don't know. Oh yea and thats how i got to learn to cut a beaver, and my mom taught me how. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-9099307904504344403?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/9099307904504344403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=9099307904504344403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/9099307904504344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/9099307904504344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-cut-beaver.html' title='How to Cut a Beaver'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SO5a_0DwOlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSM5QEmEFxs/s72-c/Photo+239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-1449161858786159536</id><published>2008-10-07T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:28:07.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was two girls sitting in the mud at a near by village called Oscarville. They were just sitting there playing with mud and playing house-ataq. There names are Cecilia and Donna, they liked to play in the mud as long as they can. But every time they go in their house their mom would say&lt;br /&gt;"What have you been doing?" in an angry voice like, "Playing in the mud weren't you." She'd like have to calm herself down because she knows her daughter Cecilia likes to play in the mud so she doesn't like to let her use her new clothes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;One time Cecilia's mom went outside to look for her daughter, she couldn't find her and she asked Donna's mom if she was around there but she said she wasn't there. She said that&lt;br /&gt;"They went out to play by the sand bar."&lt;br /&gt;"I checked, there not there for some reason."&lt;br /&gt;They started to look for them with the help of the polices and they couldn't find them anywhere. They got worried and looked some more. Right after dark, Cecilia's mom and Donna's mom was at Cecilia's house worried their pants off. Thinking what might have happened to them, but as they were crying Cecilia came in the house and asked, "Why are you guys crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my goodness, Where have you been missy?" Cecilia's mom asked like she was about to cry even harder.&lt;br /&gt;"I was down at the Kuskokwim with Donna, playing with mud houses." Cecilia told her mom.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Donna?" Donna's mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;"She went to your house." said Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ever scare me like that Ceci, Why were you out so late, and why didn't you guys answer when we were calling out your names?" Ceci's mom asking in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't know what time it was and we got carried away playing with mud. Plus we thought you guys were checking up on us so we said nothing." said Ceci. In the mean while Donna was home getting scolded by her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot this story and I wrote this like couple months ago or last year, because I totally forgot about my blog. But maybe I might right in this one for a couple of months so that I can keep updating it or something like that. Well I can't think of what the story will be like so I guess that is it for now. There is probably a lot of mistakes or sentence things, this is just my first draft or a pre-write so it's not that good. Ok later people and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-1449161858786159536?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/1449161858786159536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=1449161858786159536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/1449161858786159536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/1449161858786159536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-801883340547841368</id><published>2008-10-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:55:12.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nea I'm Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SOPFDkMb3LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9NOPjhAZ28/s1600-h/Photo+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SOPFDkMb3LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9NOPjhAZ28/s200/Photo+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258255490243762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very sore my stomach, and my ribs i think. Yea. Very sleepy too. Gorsh. Very sore ahhhh. I have nothing to say but I'm sore really but not that sore but yea. I hope we have practice today, of course we will. So funny I am, not really though. Have nothing to say but gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Salutation to the sun. This was taken Two months ago i think. If not then I'm wrong. I just figured out what Salutation to the sun means. At first i didn't know what it meant, but my teacher just came over and just told me what it meant, i see now what it means. Yeah me, sike. It's some sort of Yoga and yea. I think this was in Open Season I think it is where i got it. It was Where that  small caribou or some animal was stuck with It's broken antlers and it was waiting for Boog to look for a way home but then he goes round and round in circles. Then Elliot was said i think he said" Salutation to the Sun."&lt;br /&gt;Then Boog which was a big bear that used to live in a house with a human, just gave up and set free of Elliot. which was the two characters in the movie or cartoon and yea. I think thats it. Good Day and Good Bye.&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/8676225675519773001-801883340547841368?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/801883340547841368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=801883340547841368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/801883340547841368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/801883340547841368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2008/10/nea-im-sore.html' title='Nea I&apos;m Sore'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/SOPFDkMb3LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9NOPjhAZ28/s72-c/Photo+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-8919889420711999400</id><published>2008-09-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:23:06.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N.Y.O starting</title><content type='html'>Yay for N.Y.O I'm surely happy for N.Y.O to have started. But gonna be sore for a couple of weeks. Hope to be better than last year im gonna need to work harder. It's going really well but yea trying to do my best in every way. But I don't have much to say about N.Y.O, just wanted to say that it started like yesterday and yea. Later and peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-8919889420711999400?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/8919889420711999400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=8919889420711999400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/8919889420711999400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/8919889420711999400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2008/09/nyo-starting.html' title='N.Y.O starting'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676225675519773001.post-158869449668011525</id><published>2008-09-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:21:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heck tick Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This week we just got done picking black berries and now on to red berries. On Thursday we went to the bluff which is close to Oscarville, Napas, and Napakiak. we picked for like 5 or 4 hours and got like about 2 gallons. Then on Friday we went to the bluffs again around ten and came back at 12, then went there again because my mom was working at the school. Well we went there around 5 and then came back around 9 or 10 or somewhere around that time. Then Saterday we went to go pick some more black berry in Bethel and at the same time went to go get my sister, and pick some berries at Kasiuli or near kasliuli or how ever they spell. and we picked for like 5 or 6 hours. So yea and then yesterday i did dishes and i guess that was just about it. That was my heck tick weekend. Very tiering and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676225675519773001-158869449668011525?l=sjoekay2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/feeds/158869449668011525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676225675519773001&amp;postID=158869449668011525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/158869449668011525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676225675519773001/posts/default/158869449668011525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjoekay2.blogspot.com/2008/09/heck-tick-weekend.html' title='A heck tick Weekend'/><author><name>Why Me!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664755353802498926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wV_iLHukvcw/THf70afpPiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l0gsQnKuEzM/S220/Photo+on+2010-03-14+at+20.06+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
