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		<title>Food Wars</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 02:36:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Another drawer has fallen into enemy hands,&#8221; the robotic voice of the Command Board said.     &#8221;Okay, okay, you said it about ten times,&#8221; Timmy growled.  The breakfast army was losing by far.     The Command Board crackled and showed the image of the a troop leader and a communication device popped out of the side of the ship.      &#8221;Timmy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium;">&#8220;Another drawer has fallen into enemy hands,&#8221; the robotic voice of the Command Board said.<br />
    &#8221;Okay, okay, you said it about ten times,&#8221; Timmy growled.  The breakfast army was losing by far.</span></p>
<div><span style="font-size: medium; background-color: #ffffff;">    The Command Board crackled and showed the image of the a troop leader and a communication device popped out of the side of the ship. </span></div>
<div><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Timmy Toast,&#8221; commanded the voice from the communication unit  this is General&#8230; I mean dad, do you copy?&#8221; said the gherkin leading the pan squadrant. </span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Sure thing, General&#8230; I mean papa.&#8221; Timmy yelled to his father over the wrecking noise in the kitchen.</span>  </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"> </span>       </span></span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;I want you to send our 12222222222nd quadrant and&#8230;&#8221; but the general Gherkin, Timmy&#8217;s father hadn&#8217;t time to finish his sentence.  Timmy&#8217;s toaster was swerving and smoking!</span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Engine failure?&#8221; Timmy said to himself. &#8220;How, in the first 12 minutes could there be an engine failure?&#8221;   Timmy pulled the lever on his right and was instantly ejected from his seat. &#8220;Ping!&#8221; went the toaster.  Timmy felt unprotected in the open and pressed a button on his pack and a lettuce popped out to break his fall.  He landed on a flying saucer. The evil tomato at the control tried shooting at him but Timmy was on top of the saucer and stuck his fry into the tomato&#8217;s head.  The &#8216;sword&#8217; came out with ketchup on it and Timmy hesitated about what he should do.  Finally he went for <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">a</span> bite of his fry and quickly jumped off.  Timmy bit into his fry making a thumbs up.</span> <span style="font-size: medium;">&#8220;Mmmmmmmmmm, tasty.&#8221; </span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    As he saw the saucer swerving  and eventually crashing,<span style="background-color: #ffffff;"> he released a cry of joy for his first hit</span>.  Timmy <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">pivoted</span> to see another saucer fire at him. The bolt ripped open Timmy&#8217;s parachute. As he landed (very unpleasantly) on his rear, he yelled </span><span style="font-size: medium;">&#8220;PREPARE TO EAT THIS UP!!!!&#8221; As it flew past, He pulled a pea grenade from his pocket and hurled it at the saucer.  The grenade started bleeping and exploded.  The saucer&#8217;s engine was superbly damaged and the saucer crashed into the sink.  Timmy ran to the sink to find the tomatoes still alive.  </span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="color: #000000;">    </span><span style="color: #000000;">&#8220;Now, it&#8217;s my turn to give <strong>you</strong> an engine failure!&#8221; he called happily.</span></span><span style="color: #000000;">     He was sprayed with a hail of citric acid that was launched from a canon, but dodged it by a split hairs breadth. Timmy was short of ideas and tried to rinse the sink.</span></span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    He ran over to the tap and pushed it up.  The second and last hail of acid unfortunately hit Timmy as its shooter was washed down the sink like a boat in a whirlpool.   He looked up in the sky and saw that a fruit bowl was parachuting tomatoes.  Timmy reached for his banana gun but couldn&#8217;t.  He looked at his sleeve where his arm should have been but saw nothing!  Then he thought back, the acid had dissolved his arm and felt like nothing would help it. He decided to forget it when he saw a bullet rip the air and the silence.</span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    Timmy ducked and decided to pull his gun with his left hand and aimed it at the bowl.  After 64 shots in one place the bowl finally gave way.  Timmy turned around and pulled the trigger at a tomato but it was not a &#8220;Pow!&#8221; that came out of it, it was actually a &#8220;click&#8221;.  </span><span style="font-size: medium;">He turned away and started running.  But he stopped and turned to face 26 tomatoes.  Timmy ran as fast as his legs would carry him.</span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Surrender!!!&#8221; 26 more tomatoes yelled, jumping in front of the armless toast.  Suddenly a huge pan crashed in front of them and a gherkin popped it&#8217;s head out. </span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Now THAT was stupid&#8230;&#8221; General Gherkin said angrily and turned to face the 52 tomatoes, and then to Timmy &#8220;&#8230;and a stupid engine failure too,&#8221; he added.  Now they were both stuck on edge of the stove, surrounded by the tomatoes. </span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;If you have a pistol it&#8217;s now that you should use it&#8230;,&#8221; Timmy warned.</span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    &#8221;Good point.&#8221; said General Gherkin, pulling out 2 banana guns and firing them into all <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">directions.  The tomatoes dived for safety but not all of them made it alive.  The fire continued for 3 minutes until General Gherkin ran out of ammunition.</span></span> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">    The tomatoes came out with only 36 left and pushed the 2 over the ledge.  Timmy fell on top of a button and</span> his dad fell on the handle.  The tomatoes saw that they were still alive and tried shooting.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    &#8221;Timmy!&#8221; yelled the general, &#8220;Switch on the button!!&#8221;  </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    Timmy woke up and saw that the tomatoes had pulled out the weapon that Timmy feared the most: the one that had dissolved his arm!  Suddenly a wave of courage flew through him, he was not going to let himself die.  He pulled himself up with his might and his leftover arm.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    The button creaked, twisted and finally switched on.  Flames spurted out of the oven and the tomatoes burnt.  A loud &#8220;Clang&#8221; woke General Gherkin up.  The general looked at his side.  The weapon most feared by Timmy fad fallen onto the handle.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    &#8221;Timmy?&#8221; asked the General, &#8220;Do you see the fridge that made those tomatoes?  Can you see the acid thrower that dissolved your arm?&#8221;</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">    &#8221;Yes&#8221; Timmy replied twice.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    &#8221;Aim it on the fridge and switch it on full blast.&#8221; </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">    Timmy switched the acid thrower on and a rain of green citric juice splashed at the fridge. The fridge slowly disintegrated and the leftover tomatoes melted in the deadly attack.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">&#8220;Well&#8230;&#8221; Timmy said, &#8220;&#8230;guess we won after all.&#8221;</span></div>
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<div>THE END </div>
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		<title>Shark Fin Soup</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2009/03/04/shark-fin-soup-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:40:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Forces</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2009/02/18/forces/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 12:57:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do you know what forces are?  If not then look at this: Push: A push is a force that makes things move forwards. Pull: A pull is a force that makes things move backwards. Air Resistance: Air resistance is a force that slows the speed of an object in motion. Gravity: Gravity is the force that makes things fall to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you know what forces are?  If not then look at this:</p>
<p>Push: A push is a force that makes things move forwards.</p>
<p>Pull: A pull is a force that makes things move backwards.</p>
<p>Air Resistance: Air resistance is a force that slows the speed of an object in motion.</p>
<p>Gravity: Gravity is the force that makes things fall to the ground on Earth.</p>
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		<title>Joke Of The Week2</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2009/02/02/joke-of-the-week2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 07:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[3 friends: Crazy, Nobody and Nothing are playing in the woods.  Nobody falls in a wolf trap.  Nothing tells Crazy to call the police. Crazy runs to a public phone cabin.  &#8220;POLICE, POLICE!!! I call for Nothing, Nobody fell in a wolf trap.&#8221;  The police officer is confused and says. &#8220;What?  are you crazy?&#8221;  And [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>3 friends: Crazy, Nobody and Nothing are playing in the woods.  Nobody falls in a wolf trap.  Nothing tells Crazy to call the police.</p>
<p>Crazy runs to a public phone cabin.  &#8220;POLICE, POLICE!!! I call for Nothing, Nobody fell in a wolf trap.&#8221;</p>
<p> The police officer is confused and says.</p>
<p>&#8220;What?  are you crazy?&#8221; </p>
<p>And Crazy replies:</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes.  Do you know me?&#8221; </p>
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		<title>Lack Of Fuel In France</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2009/01/20/lack-of-fuel-in-france/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 10:23:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are lacks of fuel in France. The French Federation of fuel and heating fuel wants consumers to wait for  their fuel orders if they are not desperate.  Deliveriess would take 4 to 8 days on the Atlantic coast and 10 to 20 days in the rest of France.  In early January, the FF3C, the fuel company announced that in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are lacks of fuel in France.</p>
<p><span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()">The French Federation of fuel and heating fuel wants consumers to wait for  their fuel orders if they are not desperate.  Deliveries</span><span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()">s would take 4 to 8 days on the Atlantic coast and 10 to 20 days in the rest of France.</span> <span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"> In early January, the FF3C, the fuel company announced that in response to the intense cold wave, orders for heating oil to about 200 million liters per day.  Mr. </span><span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()">Plan, the manager says there are more than 20 years that France has not experienced situation like that.  </span><span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()">In addition, the price of heating oil in France in early January fell to 53.70 euro cents per liter, its lowest level since May 2005.</span> <span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"> It rose to 60.12 euro cents on average last week.  People used to buy less fuel than today because it cost a lot. They bought little by little and not often.  Nowadays it&#8217;s less expensive but in France it has gone up again.</span></p>
<p>If it really is too cold to buy fuel why not drive less or heat up a chimney instead of a fuel boiler.  but still.  it&#8217;s a little crazy to increase prices when people need it most.  I understand that it gets harder and harder to get fuel because of the veryhigh temperatures so that they can get more money because fuel is becoming difficult to find.  But winter is the season that we need fuel most for. not only for driving but also for heating up.<!-- PARAGRAPHES DEBUT --></p>
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		<title>Christmas Holliday</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2009/01/14/christmas-holliday/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 10:21:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello every one,                           So how were the Christmas holidays?  How is it to be back at school?  Did you get what you wanted?  I&#8217;m daring to hear from you guys.  Also, Where have you been to for Christmas?  Imagine that Trillions of people from all over the planet near or far from each other celebrating [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Hello every one,</div>
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<div>                     So how were the Christmas holidays?  How is it to be back at school?  Did you get what you wanted?  I&#8217;m daring to hear from you guys.  Also, Where have you been to for Christmas?  Imagine that Trillions of people from all over the planet near or far from each other celebrating just this one festival. That must be huge!</div>
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<div>What did you get for Christmas?  I got many books, plenty of Lego and lots of other toys.  I even got a microscope!!!  On the holidays we had a rabid mouse rampaging sauce bottles and ripping lids apart.  It evaded the first mousetrap we put for her but not only did she eat the poison on the second one but got hit right across the face with it.</div>
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<div>We looked at it&#8217;s poo with the microscope.  You should have seen it: Microscopes zoom in so much!  It was amazing little bits of colors were all over it.  We looked at many more things such as hair, coffee powder, tea and lots of more things.  all of those are completely different.  I hope your next Christmas will be good too. </div>
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		<title>YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY For Christmas</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2008/12/10/yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy-for-christmas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 2 days it will be the Christmas holidays, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! It&#8217;s so great.  Snow and presents everywhere, snowmen to build, snow ballfights to play. This is going to be great.     ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 2 days it will be the Christmas holidays, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! It&#8217;s so great.  Snow and presents everywhere, snowmen to build, snow ballfights to play. This is going to be great.</p>
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		<title>My Trip To China</title>
		<link>http://rhome.edublogs.org/2008/12/10/my-trip-to-china/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Arrival   On our China trip on the 11th November, we saw many amazing things when we arrived on flight KA700. For example we stayed in a 4 star hotel for the whole week that&#8217;s what I liked best on Monday.  We had bouncy beds and other luxury things in our rooms of 2&#8242;s like a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">The<span style="background-color: #ffffff;"> </span><span style="background-color: #ffffff;">Arrival</span></span></span></strong></p>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">On our <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">China</span> trip on the 11th November, we saw many amazing things when we arrived on flight KA700. For example we st<span style="background-color: #ffffff;">ay</span>ed in a 4 star hotel for the whole week that&#8217;s what I liked best on Monday.  We had bouncy beds and other luxury things in our rooms of 2&#8242;s like a television and shower (unlike our latest school camps).  I thought it was great in a 4 star hotel and that I might not go in one again.     </span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #ffffff;">  <span style="color: #000000;">   </span><span style="color: #ff0000;"> <strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Tuesday</span></strong></span></span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"> </span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;">On Tuesday, we hiked up a mountain named <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">Moon Hill</span>.  It is so called because it looks like a half-moon in front of the hill when it&#8217;s really an overhang.  We also saw a rock climber before we started hiking.  At the top of the hill we saw an amazing view and that same climber trying to get even higher up another mountain much higher than the one we came up to.  Lately this year I did a lot of hiking with my dad so I am used to running up hills.  It was so fun I wanted to do it again.  My <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">friend</span> Guy and a few others struggled up the top but were very happy to make it and so was I.        </span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #000000;">      <strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #ff0000; background-color: #ffffff;">Wednesday</span></span></strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #000000;">On Wednesday we went to a school in a village.  It was called Hoping School.  We made lots of new friends, tall and small. <span style="background-color: #ffffff;"> We sang each other songs (they sang &#8221;Beijing Welcomes You&#8221;</span> and we sang &#8221; Oum-Pah-Pah&#8221;) and gave them presents as they are much poorer than us.  Many people joined us to play football with a ball David gave them.  I thought it was really fun making new friends and playing with them.  Some people ripped the present wrappers and I had the idea of making a goal for shooting a ball into it.        </span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #000000;">      <strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thursday</span></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #000000;">On Thursday we had disco and quiz night.  It was the best night of the week.  Tristan kept chasing me around, we made trains and sometimes split them up, wore crazy outfits such as fairies, beach babes and more.  There were prizes at the end of the quiz where I think D&amp;G came 3rd, maybe <span style="background-color: #ffffff;">Mac Attack </span>came 2nd and fairies won.  The beach babes (that&#8217;s us) were the est disguised though.  We danced around crazy all night and went completely bezerk.  At the end of the night everyone was so happy they weren&#8217;t  even tired.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #000000;"> </span></div>
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<div><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #000000;">     </span><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Last Day</span></strong></span></span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #000000;">On the last day, we shopped with the money we had left from our lunches.  I bought myself many things:  4 wooden ducks, a slingshot (that Mrs.  Gidwani didn&#8217;t want to see ), 2 wooden swords (that she didn&#8217;t want to see either) , a weird hat made out of honeycomb paper, a whistle, 2 bracelets and 4 more ducks.  I also helped Michael buy nunchucks.  It was fun and still is when I played with the things I bought.  Then we flew back to DB on flight KA 701 and went back home. </span></div>
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<div><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">My Opinion</span></span></strong></div>
<p>Overall I think that Thursday was best because we had the most fun on that day as we could do anything in the disco hall. (It would have been even more fun if we could make cans overflow.)</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[This afternoon I am going to China with the whole of year 6s. I have never been on such a long camp. We will stay in a 4 star hotel for 5 days no wonder we think over and over again : this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy. This is mad, This is mad, this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This afternoon I am going to China with the whole of year 6s. I have never been on such a long camp. We will stay in a 4 star hotel for 5 days no wonder we think over and over again : this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy. This is mad, This is mad, this is mad. This is exciting, This is exciting this is exciting, This is exciting. This is funfunfun funfunfunfunfun. This trip will be so much fun.</p>
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		<title>Holliday</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Thursday 23 October, I went arround the Shing Mun reservoir and as my dad does the Maclehose we did the sixth part of the Maclehose with it. In total we walked 15 millometers, saw 186 monkeys and 17 cows and lots and lots of cow poo. Every one was tired but everyone was proud of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On Thursday 23 October, I went arround the Shing Mun reservoir and as my dad does the Maclehose we did the sixth part of the Maclehose with it. In total we walked 15 millometers, saw 186 monkeys and 17 cows and lots and lots of cow poo. Every one was tired but everyone was proud of doing that.   </p>
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