<?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-23182853</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:05:41.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhys's Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23182853.post-2411869162201110711</id><published>2008-10-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:22:56.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ziptales Story,  The moster of the haunted house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night and I, Detective Dan was chosen to investigate the murder of Willie the Wonderful Wizard.  It was presumed that Ollie the Horrible Ogre that never had any time for Willie was the murderer.  It was said to me that if you got on his bad side, you face certain death.  I felt that I would become on his “bad side” because I was creeping through his house trying to investigate how he had murdered the Wizard just a couple of days ago.  I hoped he wasn’t home.  Ollie was very aggressive and bad tempered so I had permission from the police department to shoot him if I had to.  I had taken the 243 gun and was ready for anything that was going to come around the corner.  The gun was loaded, I was prepared.  There was an owl hoot outside, I was getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;            I heard footsteps but they weren’t mine and I started to panic.  My breathing got faster, I looked around the corner.  I saw him; he looked even bigger and more viscous than in the photos.  To make matters worse I saw that there was blood dripping from his mouth.  Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next.  What he had on the floor was a human arm.  I was in shock.  Next out rolled a head, I recognized it.  It was Mrs. Yang , Chinese woman that lived just down the road from me.  I decided I had to shoot him from where I was standing.  I got the sights on him but when I flicked the safety off he heard and started running straight for me.  I pulled the trigger but in my panic I missed.  I ran as fast as my human legs could take me.  As soon as I got a bit of a lead on him I would stand behind the corner of a building and take another shot.  I got him in the leg.  He started to limp but he didn’t slow down.  I turned around and shot him in the head.  He went down.  I dropped the gun, I had killed the monster and thanks to me no more lives would be lost.  I had special thanks from the president and got a mighty cheque of $500,000.  I was a hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-2411869162201110711?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/2411869162201110711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=2411869162201110711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/2411869162201110711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/2411869162201110711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ziptales-story-moster-of-haunted.html' title='My Ziptales Story,  The moster of the haunted house'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-884940999093136650</id><published>2008-06-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:59:33.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z of cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCys8YGEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jacq4R2H36Y/s1600-h/Aston+MArtin+DBS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213341851227527234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCys8YGEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jacq4R2H36Y/s200/Aston+MArtin+DBS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A= Aston Martin DBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C=Corvette-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCyvDubEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YPjpHftncEQ/s1600-h/Chevy+Corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213341851795221570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCyvDubEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YPjpHftncEQ/s200/Chevy+Corvette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213341859970132322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCzNgxqWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ue6V9qPVq74/s200/2008-Dodge-Viper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;D=Dodge Viper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E= Electric car &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmD7LEEpXI/AAAAAAAAABU/k5urV5jKLJc/s1600-h/-electric-car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213343096263452018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmD7LEEpXI/AAAAAAAAABU/k5urV5jKLJc/s200/-electric-car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F=Ford GT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZQXInVWtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lNlUhx9ewUw/s1600-h/-Ford-GT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952775989713618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZQXInVWtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lNlUhx9ewUw/s200/-Ford-GT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G=Gallardo, Lamborghini &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SGFl1zSRFoI/AAAAAAAAABs/byX2wZXH5yw/s1600-h/lamborghini-gallardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215561818446042754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SGFl1zSRFoI/AAAAAAAAABs/byX2wZXH5yw/s200/lamborghini-gallardo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SFmCzgG6KEI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZ7QsB985Hs/s1600-h/-Ford-GT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H=Honda Civic &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SGFmofqy2ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uEAkggc4Emc/s1600-h/Honda+Civic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215562689353537938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SGFmofqy2ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uEAkggc4Emc/s200/Honda+Civic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I= I-cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZSIfuyE0I/AAAAAAAAACE/uInoQbc8c5k/s1600-h/Mitsu_i_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225954723520189250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZSIfuyE0I/AAAAAAAAACE/uInoQbc8c5k/s200/Mitsu_i_car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J= Jaguar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZSmG3CahI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpDYwcmgH_k/s1600-h/jaguar+xf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225955232240003602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="207" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIZSmG3CahI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpDYwcmgH_k/s200/jaguar+xf.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIeiyGI-6xI/AAAAAAAAACU/aJM3YJZZ-Og/s1600-h/lamborghini-reventon-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226324874112199442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIeiyGI-6xI/AAAAAAAAACU/aJM3YJZZ-Og/s200/lamborghini-reventon-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M=Maserati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIejOO2AZ-I/AAAAAAAAACc/XPMwUkAkygA/s1600-h/maserati-mc12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226325357484861410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIejOO2AZ-I/AAAAAAAAACc/XPMwUkAkygA/s200/maserati-mc12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N=Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIejoWpeYtI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hty2_2zoTi4/s1600-h/noble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226325806256382674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIejoWpeYtI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hty2_2zoTi4/s200/noble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P= Polo, Volkswagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIekHO2Zo3I/AAAAAAAAACs/PNwALTFXhzQ/s1600-h/volkswagen-polo-gti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226326336739058546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIekHO2Zo3I/AAAAAAAAACs/PNwALTFXhzQ/s200/volkswagen-polo-gti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R= Reveton, Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIekghTXvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y7dQX0WX-b4/s1600-h/lamborghini-reventon-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226326771189137138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SIekghTXvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y7dQX0WX-b4/s200/lamborghini-reventon-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S=Skyline, Nissan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjCzYo3dlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w-TTQAZdT8M/s1600-h/Nissan+Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231145155233805906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjCzYo3dlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w-TTQAZdT8M/s200/Nissan+Skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T=Territory, Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjDLpAdeFI/AAAAAAAAADE/dutPChwYnB0/s1600-h/Ford-Territory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231145571944593490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjDLpAdeFI/AAAAAAAAADE/dutPChwYnB0/s200/Ford-Territory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U= Ute, Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjFvpSiVfI/AAAAAAAAADM/IAoxizo4Gtg/s1600-h/super_pursuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231148389518956018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjFvpSiVfI/AAAAAAAAADM/IAoxizo4Gtg/s200/super_pursuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V= V8 Supercar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjGOhFqIdI/AAAAAAAAADU/QyrsLyi4LIs/s1600-h/v8-supercars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231148919893402066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjGOhFqIdI/AAAAAAAAADU/QyrsLyi4LIs/s200/v8-supercars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X= XR8, Ford &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SJjIjt1KQrI/AAAAAAAAADc/bgRtTmWrj4I/s1600-h/falcon+xr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231151483114373810" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SE3i7LuHpXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JopLwfSKuSk/s200/IMG_5351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday the 6th of June Pat came down to the school with a lamb (Lucy) that he had killed because it had eczema. He first skinned it and cut it open around the shoulder blade. Then he showed us a ball and socket joint and told us how it worked. Then he told us that if you put out a hip it is a serious injury because it breaks the ligament in the ball and socket. Then he cut it down the middle to show us the “GUTS” first he showed us where everything is set out and explained that we are very similar to a sheep on the inside. Then some of us got some gloves on and held a piece of lung. Then he got out the liver and we passed that round. The liver really stunk! After that he showed us that the lungs have air in them and they float and the liver doesn’t. Even try it! Some time after we had been looking at the liver he showed us where the heart lived. He opened up the heart and showed us the arteries and all of the chambers that the heart has. Then came the smelly bit. He opened up the stomach and Lucy had just had a feed! There was heaps off munted grass that the stomach had been processing. After we had done that we had an experiment at finding how long the small intestine was. It measured it as 14 steps running. Then he opened the head/cranium. He cut the jaw open so we could see that Lucy had not been brushing her teeth! Then he showed us the Lens in the eyeball. He opened it up and it squirted liquid at him. When he opened it up more you could see this really cool greeny, bluey colour. It looked really effective when it was shining in the sunlight. After we had finished we put Lucy to rest in the peaceful (smelly) offal hole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-7889092125631287454?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/7889092125631287454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=7889092125631287454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7889092125631287454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7889092125631287454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/06/lucy-sheeps-dissection.html' title='Lucy The Sheeps Dissection'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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/_5u0fMYv8xaU/SE3i7LuHpXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JopLwfSKuSk/s72-c/IMG_5351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23182853.post-2058707850439900757</id><published>2008-06-04T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:33:49.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When My Hockey Stick Broke</title><content type='html'>When I first decided to play hockey Granddad and Nana bought me a hockey stick at the warehouse.  After four games of hard hitting my hockey stick cracked around the toe and there was another crack coming under the toe and around the base.  Also the turf was really wearing away the bottom of my stick.  My advice is DON’T BUY WAREHOUSE HOCKEY STICKS!  That’s about all I can say about them because there is no other way to put it but, they are crap and I would not buy another one.  Grandad has since bought me a new 250 dollar GRAYS hockey stick that is 60%carbon fibre, 5% Aramid and 35% fibreglass.  It is a really good stick to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-2058707850439900757?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/2058707850439900757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=2058707850439900757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/2058707850439900757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/2058707850439900757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-my-hockey-stick-broke.html' title='When My Hockey Stick Broke'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-5678284294274750547</id><published>2008-06-03T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:25:39.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Made The Taranaki Under13 Hockey Team</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we played in the Pennington cup, which was north versus central.  There was a girl’s team, a mixed team and a boy’s team.  We had to get selected.  First of all I missed out on the boy’s team and was in the mixed team.  When I scored three goals out of five in the mixed team I was asked if I wanted to join the boy’s team.  Of course I said yes and went on the reserves bench.  When they put me on I played the best hockey I have ever played.  I stole heaps of balls and made some great passes.  We ended up winning 3-2 with one penalty goal to us.  I was really happy and when I went back to grandmas to stay the night Dad rung me to tell me that I had been selected in the Taranaki hockey team.  I shouted out to granddad Yeah I’m in the team, I’m in the Taranaki hockey team!  I was over the moon because I had only played 4 games and had practices in between.  We have to go to Napier to play a tournament there and it will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-5678284294274750547?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/5678284294274750547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=5678284294274750547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5678284294274750547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5678284294274750547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-made-taranaki-under13-hockey.html' title='When I Made The Taranaki Under13 Hockey Team'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-4774086895805232634</id><published>2008-05-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:32:24.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Sport Got Stuck Under The Old House</title><content type='html'>On the day of Caterina’s birthday party Shane came around because Justin went to the party.  I had just finished the plans for my new pedal boat.  When Shane and I went with mum up to the woolshed to get some boards and drums for it we took Sport our little fox terrier as well.  There is and old abandoned house and he just happened to go under it. After we had finished getting all the materials we noticed that Sport had gone under the old house looking for rats!  We called him for about ten minutes and he wouldn’t come. When Shane and I had nearly finished the raft and it was quite dark Sport turned up.  He had realized that we weren’t there and ran 3km down the road and back home!  He was dirty, smelt like poo and was sweaty.  A true DIRTY DOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-4774086895805232634?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/4774086895805232634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=4774086895805232634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4774086895805232634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4774086895805232634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-sport-got-stuck-under-old-house.html' title='When Sport Got Stuck Under The Old House'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-888152218424167372</id><published>2008-05-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:29:02.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Of A Disaster</title><content type='html'>When it rained a few weeks ago I had my raft in the river.  Justin’s one was in there too.  When we got all that rain the other day the river came up.  I had my raft tied to a secure log in the water.  Justin had his tied to a log closer to the bank.  When the flood came up it took Justin’s raft with it.  My raft was tied to a log that was now under the water so when the flood raised the water level my raft got taken under.  All the drums got filled up with water and when the river was high you couldn’t see my raft!  After the flood had gone down I went to check it.  The only thing that went missing was my oars and a small hammer that I had on the back other than that my raft was O.K.   I haven’t checked it lately though so who knows it could be gone!   If it is I am going to build a pedal boat for the pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-888152218424167372?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/888152218424167372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=888152218424167372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/888152218424167372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/888152218424167372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/05/bit-of-disaster.html' title='A Bit Of A Disaster'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-4899377113176026786</id><published>2008-05-06T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:36:32.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our XPV</title><content type='html'>About two months ago Justin and I went halves with our possum plucking money and we bought an XPV.  For those of you who do not know what an XPV is, it is an Extreme Performance Vehicle.  You can drive it around on the ground or it can take off and fly!  Our best flight is when we launched it from our hill and it went about 50 metres down the paddock then caught the wind and flew back towards us then it carried on and went over the pond, under the power lines and over the road and into the other paddock.   When it got over there we had to walk a long way to go and get it.  There was no gate for about 200 metres up the road and then we still had to go quite a way to get it.  When we tried to fly it back it ran out of battery and we had to go and charge it on the charger.  It is a great toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-4899377113176026786?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/4899377113176026786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=4899377113176026786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4899377113176026786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4899377113176026786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-idecided-to-play-hockey.html' title='Our XPV'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-3723345529689716330</id><published>2008-04-13T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:07:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Exited About Going To Wellington</title><content type='html'>On Monday the 13th of April I was exited about going to Wellington about the young leader’s conference.  We had to go to school on the bus as normal then do the first part of our reading rotation and wait for Cynthia to come and pick us up.  When we get to Douglas we have to pick up Mrs Fergus and carry on to town.  When we get to town we have to pick up our hired car which is a Mitsubishi diamante.  Then we have to carry on our journey to Wellington.  When we get there we have to do and activity and sign into our motel.  We have our young leader’s conference tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-3723345529689716330?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/3723345529689716330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=3723345529689716330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3723345529689716330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3723345529689716330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-exited-about-going-to-wellington.html' title='I Am Exited About Going To Wellington'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-3502179574728714265</id><published>2008-04-06T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:30:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Better Living In The City essay</title><content type='html'>I think that it is better living in the city than living in the country.  I am going to give you some of the many great points of why people should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all is that in the city you are not isolated.  When you want something you don’t have to wait as long to go to the shop because you can go down to the shop anytime you want. All of the supermarkets are handy and if you run out of supplies it doesn’t really matter because you are so handy to everything.  Second you don’t get to meet as many people in the country.  You have more friends in town which is really great for the kids and makes them really social and un-shy.  When you are older there are more facilities around for people to be sociable.  For example there are more clubs for young men to go to meet new friends.  Another good point about living in the city is that you are close to shops.  If you run out of groceries you can walk down to the shops to get what you need.  If you live in the country you have to drive to the shops but when you live in the city you can walk to the grocery store so you are fitter.  Every time you go to town when you are in the country you have to get a big lot of groceries at the store and you have to stay there for a long time which is really boring for the kids but when you live in town you don’t stay at the grocery store long so it isn’t one of those “big jobs” you have to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport is also miles better in the city.  This is because you get to play more sport and get heaps fitter.  Instead of coming home and playing Playstation or Xbox city kids can join lots of sport and interact with other children and get to know them better.  Yet again there is another good point about the travelling in sport.  You don’t have to get up early to go to sport and get everything ready for the game.  You can stay in bed longer and get up when you want to and there is no rush when you have got to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family time also has some good points to the matter.  There is more activities that families can do in the city.  For example for young families there are parks where you can go and play.  For youths there are things like the movies and hydro slides and public pools that you can go and have fun in.  In the country you would have to settle for the river which is unhealthy.  The second point to the matter is that your parents are more skilled.  Not many farmers have university degrees or anything like that.  So in the city people are more intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools in the city are also better because kids have more friends and are more interactive.  If kids do not have many friends, when they are older they will be lonelier.  Even if you are not friends with all of your classmates you are playing around with kids your age.  Another advantage is that children are in bigger classes.  The reason this is better is because if you are stuck on a question or are confused they can ask lots of classmates before they ask the teacher who might be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good point about living in the city is that you are closer to the emergency services.  If you are old and living in the country and have something like a heart attack for example the rescue helicopter takes longer to get there than an ambulance would in the city.  So therefore you are at less risk in the city.  If you have a house fire the fire brigade can get there faster and have more chance of saving your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can definitely see from the many points in my essay it is better to live in the city because it is better for sport, family time and school.  I have named just some of the many great points of why everyone should&lt;br /&gt;definitely live in they city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-3502179574728714265?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/3502179574728714265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=3502179574728714265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3502179574728714265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3502179574728714265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-better-living-in-city-essay.html' title='Its Better Living In The City essay'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-8173089623069922757</id><published>2008-04-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:18:05.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Went To The Power Saving Convention</title><content type='html'>When we were coming back from getting Justin some rugby boots we went to the power saving convention.  Our technology teacher Mr D. told me about it the day before.  When we arrived I saw the big windmill that the Inglewood high school has to help them cut down the power bill.  It was really massive and interesting because it runs over a third of the school’s power.  They also had a small demonstration of a waterwheel.  It could run a light bulb.  You can hook it up to and drain as long as it has a little fall on it.  They also had a light bulb hooked up to a handle and if you turned the handle the light would go.  I asked if you could hook it up to a windmill and the guy said that you can.  One day I would like to purchase a turbine and hook it up to a windmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-8173089623069922757?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/8173089623069922757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=8173089623069922757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/8173089623069922757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/8173089623069922757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-went-to-power-saving-convention.html' title='When I Went To The Power Saving Convention'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-1730084131342948958</id><published>2008-03-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:06:09.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Finally Got Rain</title><content type='html'>On the 30th March we finally got rain after about a month or two without it.  Mum asked me to put our new rain gauge up before it rained so we could tell how much rain we had got.  Over 24 hours we had 60 mils of rain and about 90 mils all up.  Our pond that had absolutely no water in it now is half full.  Where the lawn was dead, now there are little green sprouts of grass.  Another good thing is that we had thunder and lightening which the electricity helps grow the grass.  When I went outside on the morning of the 1st of April I saw that there were heaps of puddles on the ground and that the river was up.  Everything had a good soaking.  Dad is extremely pleased and wants more rain so that the grass grows a little bit more and the stock will be just a little bit fatter before weaning time of the calves.  We don’t want too much though otherwise you get the other extreme which is too much and then you get slips which will ruin your pasture.  Overall we are extremely pleased with the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-1730084131342948958?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/1730084131342948958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=1730084131342948958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/1730084131342948958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/1730084131342948958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-we-finally-got-rain.html' title='When We Finally Got Rain'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-3979385894622462612</id><published>2008-03-30T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:29:53.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Went To The Interprovincials</title><content type='html'>Over Easter I had interprovincials for athletics.  Connor and I hopped on the bus at Stratford.  My friend Scott Murfit had already jumped on at New Plymouth.  We listened to music and some of the kids played the guitar on the way down.  When we got to Wanganui we went and signed in at our motel.  Connor and I had room number 66.  We discovered that we had hot chocolates and we soon had an idea that we would raid all the other kid’s rooms for hot chocolates! Connor and I had a stash of about 20 hot chocolate sachets.  Then we went to have a look at the track and see all the facilities there.  Then we went back to the motel and chilled out for a while till tea time.  We had a big tea.  We watched Transformers the movie and went to bed.  In the morning we got up early and went to the track.  All the teams were there.  Form southland to Northland and all in between.  I had three events that day; they were 400m, 800m and shot put.  I ran my 400m in 62.5 seconds.  Next I had 1500m and I did that in 4.56 minutes.  Then I had shot put.  After all of the other people from our team had finished their events we all went back to the motel.  We were playing around at the motel and the team managers said “who wants a game of touch on the field?”  We all agreed to play and it was 13 year olds versus 12 year olds.  I was in the 12 year old team and we got smashed but we didn’t care.  Then we watched TV and went to sleep.  In the morning we had to have breakfast then we went to the track.  I only had one event today and it was the 800m.   I ran it in 2.25 minutes and got third.  Then we had the medley relay and we got second to last.  After the day was over we went back to the motel and had a shower and got ready for the disco.  When we went to the disco there was heaps of cool lights and music and there were heaps of people dancing so we joined in.  .  We went back at 12 o’clock and then the Easter bunny came and gave us some chocolate.  It was yummy.  The next day we went on the hydro slides and then we hopped on the bus to go home.  On the way home we watched the Simpsons movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-3979385894622462612?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/3979385894622462612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=3979385894622462612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3979385894622462612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3979385894622462612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-went-to-interprovincials.html' title='When I Went To The Interprovincials'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-7717041435605700924</id><published>2008-03-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:49:09.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeple Shouldn't Be Allowed To Drive Petrol Cars Essay</title><content type='html'>I think that people shouldn’t be able to drive petrol cars.  There are many reasons why people shouldn’t be allowed to and I am going to give you some of the reasons why people shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;          I think that people shouldn’t be able to drive petrol cars.  There are many reasons why people shouldn’t be allowed to and I am going to give you some of the reasons why people shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;            First of all there would be no global warming.  This is great because there would be less drought and more green grass.  This would be great for farmers.&lt;br /&gt;            Second there would be a better environment and fresher air.  If we had fresher air everyone would be healthier and live longer lives.&lt;br /&gt;            Some people may argue that they couldn’t go as fast.  This is a pathetic argument because if you go too fast you will crash!&lt;br /&gt;            Trucking companies also have some plusses to this argument.  Their trucks would be cheaper to run.  With petrol and diesel prices so high the trucks would end up cheaper to run.  There would also be less maintenance like checking the fuel lines.&lt;br /&gt;            Even the petrol companies would have a couple of points on the good side.  With power prices so high people would buy petrol powered generators to charge their cars up. &lt;br /&gt;            The car lovers would also like it because their cars would be cheaper to run.  There would be no huge petrol bills that would keep them from having a cool car. &lt;br /&gt;            Of course there would be plusses for the electric motor engineers.  They would have more money.  With people buying electric powered cars their sales would go through the roof!  They would have smarter employees.  This would make the companies have more improved motors.  They would also have more factories.  This would allow them to make even more money. &lt;br /&gt;            So as you have read from the many points in my essay the world would be a better place with no petrol cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-7717041435605700924?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/7717041435605700924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=7717041435605700924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7717041435605700924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7717041435605700924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/03/poeple-shouldnt-be-allowed-to-drive.html' title='Poeple Shouldn&apos;t Be Allowed To Drive Petrol Cars Essay'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-5422384573803905227</id><published>2008-03-03T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:16:48.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I got selected for the taranaki interprovincial team</title><content type='html'>On the same weekend as the Taranaki champs for athletics they named the Taranaki interprovincial team.  I was at discuss when they named them.  When they called out my name I was happy.  We had to go to a meeting to tell us all about what is going to happen.  We got a letter providing information and what we need on the trip to Whanganui.  We got some chocolates to sell to help fundraise for the bus trip down.  We sold all of our chocolates on the way home!  We made 52 dollars.  I read the letter and we had to fill in whether we would be available to go to the interprovincials (I ticked that box!).  they also wanted to know if you are allergic to any foods and all that kind of stuff.  We have to pay 250 dollars plus we have to buy some track pants and they will put taranaki on them as part of the uniform.  The interprovincials are held every year and are open to 12and 13 year olds who have been selected to compete for their province.  My events will be 1500m run, 800m run and 400m sprint.  I can’t wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-5422384573803905227?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/5422384573803905227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=5422384573803905227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5422384573803905227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5422384573803905227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-got-selected-for-taranaki.html' title='When I got selected for the taranaki interprovincial team'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-7845838408538225683</id><published>2008-02-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:21:14.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taranaki Athletics Champs</title><content type='html'>On the weekend of the 23rd of February we had Taranaki children’s athletic champs. On the first day I had 1500 metres. I warmed up for twenty minutes and then went to the marshalling tent. I was the only one for my age group in the race. I thought that there would have been more people competing. I still wanted to get a good time so I followed the thirteen year old in front of me. On the last lap my time was 4 minutes point 2. I went really fast on the last lap and my tome at the finish was 5 minutes point 2. I was really happy with that time. They took ages to present the medals and when the finally did I was the only one on the podium. I had my 400 metres later on. There were 7 people in the race. I had the 6th lane and was all ready to go. I was out in front as soon as the gun went off. I had a great start and got past the first hundred metres really fast. When I got to the last bend I really had to power it because most of my opponents had the inside lanes. By the time I was on the last straight I had won it. I was really happy with my performance. On the second and last day I had long jump it was in the morning. It was really wet and cold that day. We got to do our practice run up and jump. We were already soaked before we even started! My first jump was around 3 metres 50 which I had to really improve on before the next jump. The next jump was a no jump which I was pretty disappointed with. I jumped 3 metres 97 on my last jump and that was a bit better. I was sitting third and the last guy had to beat me to get third and he jumped 4 metres 10 and I got fourth. My next event was the 800 metres. There were 5 boys in it. I was in front from the gun again. After the first lap I was a bout 50 metres in front and I ran an extra fast second lap only to just about kill myself at the end. My time was good and I got gold. I had 200 metres next up. I drew lane 3 so I had to run an extra fast bend which I did and then I ran a really fast straight to end up finishing third behind Connor and a boy from Kaponga. I had discus next but the discus was slippery and it mostly went out. I finished up with three golds and one bronze medal. I also got selected for the Taranaki interprovincial team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-7845838408538225683?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/7845838408538225683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=7845838408538225683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7845838408538225683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7845838408538225683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/02/taranaki-athletics-champs-on-weekend-of.html' title='Taranaki Athletics Champs'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-5354691129541500749</id><published>2008-02-11T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:23:11.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connors Motor Bike</title><content type='html'>On the 9th February I went to Connors for the weekend.  On Sunday it was raining hard so we got our wet weather gear on and went out to the motorbike shed because I had a great idea.  I said to Connor&lt;br /&gt;“The ground will be very slippery so it would be great for drifts”.  Connor has a 100cc 2wd four wheeler with absolutely no grip on the tires.  So when it rained you didn’t even have to use the handbrake.  Connor had first turn and he did a 180!  He was going really fast and then the bike turned and he did a massive drift and turned right around and went back the way he came from.  When it was my turn I tried doing a donut.  I put the bike in second gear and turned the wheel until I was going around in circles normally then I put the throttle right down and the back wheels spun out.  I kept turning and before I knew it I was going around in circles with the wheels spinning and I was making a perfect mud circle.  Then we tried a wheel spin.  I drove the bike up to a loose part of gravel and revved the bike in neutral then I jammed it in first gear and the wheels spun like crazy.  It worked!  When we left the paddock there was heaps of drift marks and perfect circles.  We thought that we would give it a try down the track where there were heaps of puddles and places where you could go really fast.  I was first and went down the track full throttle and hit a massive puddle.  Water went everywhere and I got soaked but we didn’t mind because we were having great fun.  But after a while we thought that the paddock was more fun and went back to tear it up some more!  We decided to put the motorbike away after a while because I spotted some oil on the ground and the motor was starting to get a bit hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-5354691129541500749?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/5354691129541500749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=5354691129541500749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5354691129541500749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/5354691129541500749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/02/connors-motor-bike.html' title='Connors Motor Bike'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-4762805348240100843</id><published>2008-02-04T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:38:45.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Boatin' on the Waikato River</title><content type='html'>When we went to Taupo on the second day of our holiday we went jet boating.  When we got down to the river the driver told us his name and told us our seats in the jet boat.  Then he told us the rules and sped off.  The noise of the 25 cubic inch, 500 horsepower V8 was amazing; you could hear it from all the way down the river.  We went up to the Aratiatia rapids and they had just let the dam go so there was only a little bit of water was coming out.  The driver said that in a few minutes there would be thousands of gallons of water coming down here in a few minutes so it would be a great time to make an orderly retreat (the guy was a bit of a hard case!).  Then the engine roared down the river until we came to a calm spot where we nearly hit the top speed of 80km/h!  Then he spun his hand around and we did a 360 degree spin.  Everyone got soaked! We carried on down the river, very nearly missing the bank.  We came to some huge rapids and that was when he floored it over them.  We hit the big wave and then became airborne.  It was such a thrill.  Then he turned around and went back up the huge rapids.  The jet boat sounded like it was struggling but the driver said that it was because there was heaps of air in the rapids and the jet boat pumps air, not water so therefore it does not go fast up the rapids.  Then we went back to the dock.  It was a great ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-4762805348240100843?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/4762805348240100843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=4762805348240100843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4762805348240100843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4762805348240100843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2008/02/jet-boatin-on-waikato-river.html' title='Jet Boatin&apos; on the Waikato River'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-7656942270813351179</id><published>2007-11-04T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:15:49.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I Went To Connors House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On labour weekend my friend, Connor invited me to come around to his house.  When I got back from the labour weekend pig hunt which was Saturday night Mum came and she said that Connor rang up and said that he had invited me around.  Mum had brought me some more spare clothes.  When I got to Connor’s house it was about 8:30 pm.  We watched 1 vs. 100 and then went to bed.  Connor showed me his box that he painted like a ps2 and he cut holes in the top so that it can hold his games.  It looked cool.  In the morning we watched the rugby world cup final.  England vs. South Africa.  South Africa won.  When Connor and I went out to feed the lambs Connor’s had sadly died.  We got out his little 10cc four wheeler and we were doing wheelies in the paddock and scaring all the cows and sheep.  It is really easy to do burnouts on his motorbike because the tires have no tread.  At 11:00 am we went on the pushbikes up to the TET multisports centre.  We played tennis and we had some games.  Connor’s sister, Zoë came too.  She is still learning to play tennis.  Last year she broke 7 athletic records.  When we had finished we bought some ice cream from the southern dairy and went back to Connor’s for lunch.  After lunch we went and did some more burnouts on the motorbike and we were really turning up the paddock!  We played play station for a while and when I say a while I mean a long while.  Then we taught Zoë how to ride the motorbike better.  Then it was time for tea.  We set Connors eel trap in his drain.  We saw a really big eel but we didn’t catch it because he was too long and his tail was hanging out of the trap still and other eels couldn’t get in.  Then we went back inside and left them for the night.  Then we watched the scorpion king.  In the morning we went down to check the eel trap but there was nothing in there because the big eel had blocked the entrance all night trying to get out and other eels couldn’t get in.  After breakfast we went and played on the motorbike again and I stalled it right down the other end of the farm so Connor and I had to push it all the way back up to the shed and down the hill to get it going again.  At 11:00am I went back home with Connor and Mr Hobbs.  When we got out to Makahu there was no one home so we went down to the new woolshed and I showed Mr Hobbs around we met up with Dad and Mum with Justin on the road.  After we had some lunch Connor and Mr Hobbs went home and the weekend was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-7656942270813351179?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/7656942270813351179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=7656942270813351179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7656942270813351179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7656942270813351179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-i-went-to-connors-house-on-labour.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-7901329258594763212</id><published>2007-10-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:29:37.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taranaki Cross Country Champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday the 19th of September 2007 we had the taranaki cross country champs.  7 people went to it that came from our school.  They were Angus, Justin, Kelly, Koren, Shane, Connie and I.  First up was Angus and he came in about 63rd which was good for his first time running in the Taranaki Champs.  Then it was the 10 year old girl’s race.  Kelly and Connie were in this race.  They were the tallest there by far so they were easy to see.  When they started Kelly nearly tripped over some of the smaller kids in front of them.  When they got to the end of the starting straight you couldn’t see them until the finish.  When they came into the finishing arena they were going quite fast.  They were in the top 20 and they stayed there until the finish line.  Next up was the 10 year old boys’ race.  Justin was in this race. There were heaps of kids in this race.  When the gun went off Justin got a good start and was off.  When they came into the finishing arena Justin was 22nd and there was a kid right in front of him and he was just about to get him before the finish line and the kid decided to sprint but Justin got him right before the finish line          .   Next was then we had no other people in the races until the 12 year old girls.  Koren was in the race.  She got a good start and ended up finishing 23rd.  Next was my race and I was feeling nervous.  Shane was in my race as well.  When the gun was fired I sprinted down to the first gate and was sitting about third.  At the 1km mark I was still sitting behind the leaders and letting them push all the air because it was a little windy.  When it was 2km gone Mitchell Owen appeared and I knew who he was because he won it last year.  I and the guy who was in second place followed him right to the arena but Mitchell went for a sprint way back from the finish and we couldn’t catch him.  I still was behind the guy that was in second and I passed him 50 metres out from the finished to end up second.  I got a cool silver medal.  Makahu School did well that day and I encourage more people to go to the champs because it is a great experience for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-7901329258594763212?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/7901329258594763212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=7901329258594763212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7901329258594763212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/7901329258594763212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/10/taranaki-cross-country-champs.html' title='Taranaki Cross Country Champs'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-3378039129259013291</id><published>2007-08-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:36:48.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My T.V.</title><content type='html'>I got a TV 4 my birthday and just the other day I got some wire off our neighbour and he showed me how 2 connect the wire to the airial so i got Dad to help me and we got it working.  Now I can watch channel 1, 2 and3 on my tv.  I later wawatched Ford win AGAIN.  I was very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-3378039129259013291?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/3378039129259013291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=3378039129259013291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3378039129259013291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3378039129259013291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-tv.html' title='My T.V.'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-3924246847025748096</id><published>2007-06-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:36:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;On the 24 July in the evening we were coming down the road we spotted a cow that was calving. The cow had a sore hip so we had to help it. Dad tried to pull the calf out but it was too hard so after a while of trying Dad decided to get the ute. We hooked the bailing twine onto the calfs feet and Dad hooked the other end of the string on the towbar. He started to go forward and the cow went down. The calf eventually came out. It was healthy but Dad said that the calf wouldn't of lasted much longer if we hadn't of saved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-3924246847025748096?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/3924246847025748096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=3924246847025748096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3924246847025748096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/3924246847025748096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-cow.html' title='Mother Cow'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-8494314397063585957</id><published>2007-05-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:33:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horse Kuzco</title><content type='html'>We have a pony called Kuzco.  My grandad gave him to us.  He came with all the horse riding gear.  We als0 have a saddle.  He can go vey fast.  In the paddock that we ride him in he can gallop (only if we use the whip).  He is a funny horse because he likes to stick his tounge out .  We think it is because he doesn't have any front teeth!  We have to carry the whip with us some times because he likes to be cheeky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-8494314397063585957?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/8494314397063585957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=8494314397063585957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/8494314397063585957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/8494314397063585957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-horse-kuzco.html' title='My horse Kuzco'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-4711433899246853007</id><published>2007-05-23T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:59:34.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids for Kids Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/RlTc2WgAk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UztiASlB_7s/s1600-h/IMG_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067918307009532866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5u0fMYv8xaU/RlTc2WgAk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UztiASlB_7s/s200/IMG_4835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning on the bus I was a little nervous wondering what it was going to be like. It was pouring down with rain. When we got there we had to walk a little way down the street. In the theatre it was packed we had to get all together. When we went into the room where we were&lt;br /&gt;Going to sing we all reacted with wow there were hundreds of kids on stage . The manager put me on the fourth row. When we started to sing I was very surprised how loud all the kids were. They seemed to be so enthusiastic about all the songs. Suzanne taught us a few tricks like when we had to sing one note we could stop and take a breath before we hit the note again. On the night I wasn’t that nervous because I knew what was going to happen. There were heaps of kids on stage all ready to sing. When we started to sing it was even louder than the practice. All the crowd was cheering and taking photos. Singing in a big quire was an amazing experience for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-4711433899246853007?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/4711433899246853007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=4711433899246853007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4711433899246853007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/4711433899246853007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-morning-on-bus-i-was-little-nervous.html' title='Kids for Kids Concert'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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/_5u0fMYv8xaU/RlTc2WgAk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UztiASlB_7s/s72-c/IMG_4835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23182853.post-115888199938772693</id><published>2006-09-21T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:39:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colour Poem&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;Green makes me feel warm when the frost melts,&lt;br /&gt;Green brings the trees to life in the spring,&lt;br /&gt;Green grass turns brown when the flood goes down&lt;br /&gt;Green tractors making hay in the paddock,&lt;br /&gt;Green bush falling down in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Green flag flying,&lt;br /&gt;Green paint going onto the shed, DON’T TOUCH!,&lt;br /&gt;Green scales on a fish gleaming in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Green roof with builders on the top,&lt;br /&gt;Green packaging for my Subway,&lt;br /&gt;But not on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this poem we had to write a line for each birthday we have had in our lives.  We had to brainstorm ideas that had something to do with our chosen colour.  When we had enough ideas we made them into sentences to go in our poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense poem&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate looks all yummy for my appetite,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate sounds like a stick breaking when you break a piece off,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate feels all gooey when it melts,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate tastes all sweet and I know it keeps my taste buds happy,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate smells delicious and makes me want to eat some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this poem we had to write a line for each sense.  Our senses are smell, taste, touch, sound and sight.  We had to be creative and descriptive with our ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-115888199938772693?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/115888199938772693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=115888199938772693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/115888199938772693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/115888199938772693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2006/09/colour-poem-green-green-makes-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-114783493287361139</id><published>2006-05-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:27:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/1600/Picture%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/320/Picture%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was very fun making kites and flying them. We studied different kites before we made them. When we were making our kites we had to follow instructions carefully. Some kites were hard to make. We made a big dragon kite and fish kites. When we made kites in three groups we made different kites than the other group. When we flew the kites there was not much wind so we had to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-114783493287361139?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/114783493287361139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=114783493287361139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114783493287361139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114783493287361139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2006/05/kites.html' title='kites'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-114670080843071789</id><published>2006-05-03T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:13:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotorua Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/1600/IMG_3262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/320/IMG_3262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend before we went on camp we were packing our bags. I had lost my togs but later I found them I studied the camp packing list with Mum and we packed all the gear that we needed. I had heaps of gear and we struggled to fit everything in the bag!. We put the bags in the car and traveled to school. We took all our sleeping bags, pillows, blankets and bags into the transit trailers. The vans were called Tracy and Troy Transit. I Traveled in Tracy Transit. The vans looked high and had stripes. Tracy had blue stripes and had a trailer that kept on opening! Troy had black stripes and had the same trailer but it had writing on it. After we had put all the gear in the trailers I got a jacket that was green and had diamonds on it with white stripes on the sleeves. I got in Tracy Transit and sat down. Mr. Chapman and Pat got in the vans to drive to Rotorua. It was a while before we got to a very windy part on state highway 43 when we got a rest because someone was felling sick. Then we got to the metal part of the road on the way to Taumarunui and Claire was felling sick. Claire didn’t want to stop though because she just opened the window. The next stop was in Taumarunui where we stop to go to the toilet and then we went to a playground where we had lunch. I went on the monkey bars that were painted blue. We stayed at the playground for a while and then we continued on. Nina was listening to music in Tracy Transit. Nina found a sign when you could start to smell the sulpher, the sign said “Welcome to the Bay of Plenty” and Nina said that it was the Bay of stinky! The sulpher smelt like rotten eggs! After seven hours of travel we finally got to Rotorua then it took about 5 minutes to get to the Blue Lake from Rotorua. When we got there mum and some other adults said the lake was beautiful. When we found our cabins we had to make our beds and got some clothes out so we could get our pajamas’ ready. For tea we had delicious spaghetti bolognaise and for pudding we had ice cream. After tea we had to wash our dishes in the kitchen sink. Then we went back to our cabins and brushed our teeth then we went to sleep because we were tired from traveling. I had a bad sleep that night because I noisy cabin mates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we got up and we had some free time and then we had to get our plates to go down and have breakfast. When we got down there I noticed that there was a spa beside the building that we ate at. When we got in and got our food I sat down. When we had finished we washed our dishes and got in Tracy to go the buried village. The buried village was called Te Wairoa. When we got to the buried village it was raining. We stood outside the shop and café on the deck until we were told to go inside. When we got inside we had to put our bags/daypacks on the deck under the veranda on the entrance to the buried village. After we put our bags on the deck we went to the buried village museum. When we got in the museum we had a look at the bits and pieces that were rescued from the ash. We saw the posters and paintings on the walls. I took some photos. There was a movie that was in a made up Rotomahana hotel and there was a TV inside it and it had a movie on it. I watched the movie. When we got outside we saw a building with photos of people that were in the Tarawera eruption. Then we saw heaps of old broken buildings that had been buried in the eruption. The next thing we saw was the trout in the stream and we fed them with food that Mr. Chapman gave us. Then we saw this weird path that kept on having danger signs on it. When we got down the steepest bit I saw the waterfall that dropped for 5 meters. Then we continued on and we stopped at the café to wait for the others. When the others got up I bought something at the shop. When we had had something to eat we went back in the vans to have a barbeque lunch at camp I had a good lunch. Then we went to the Hydroslides leisure world first we went on the Hydroslides. I went on the blue on first with an adult. It felt good going down but I hit my head lots of times. Later on I went on the red one. It was better than the blue one because it wasn’t so fast or cold. Then I went on the black hole. When I got in the black one I was a little bit scared because I couldn’t see. I did a little scream. When I got to the bottom I was afraid that I would squash someone that was at the bottom of the pool. I went on the black one heaps of times. After the Hydroslides we went back to camp and waited until we had to go to pizza hut. At pizza hut the man came out and showed us everywhere around the kitchen and told us what he did. We saw the massive fridge and dough maker that they made the pizzas with. When we had finished the tour we folded the pizza boxes but it was pretty tricky. Then we got a plate and chose our dinner. I had pizza, pasta, chips and sauce. It was very nice and delicious. I had ice cream and cake for pudding. After pizza hut we went back to camp and played grandpa’s green undies. Nina always laughed. It was a funny game. After the games we washed our teeth and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we got up and did our morning routine. After we did our morning routine we were off to the Rotorua museum. When we got there we were greeted by a man that worked for Rotorua museum and he put a sticker on our shirt. Then we talked about the rules for the museum. When we got in the building we learnt about the Tarawera eruption then we got a worksheet and we only got to get to do half of it because we had to watch another movie about the Tarawera eruption. When the earthquakes were happening the seats moved, shook and went up and down. The movie showed the Rotorua museum that used to be the Rotorua bath house. After we had lunch at Lake Rotorua we went to Te Puia. When we got there all the parking was taken up and Mr. Chapman and Pat had to take the vans to a park a little further down. While Mr. Chapman and Pat were parking the vans we went to the Marae at Te Puia and waited for Mr. Chapman and Pat while a lady was talking about the rules of the Marae. When Mr. Chapman and Pat caught up to us and the lady had finished talking we went onto the Marae. There were two schools that were there including us. The schools went through the side door and the visitors went through the front door. We saw all the Maori people doing dances and telling stories. When the cultural show was over we saw the weaving and carving workshops. At the carving workshop the wood that the carvers were using was pine from Taranaki. After we saw the workshops we went to see the geysers. The geysers were boiling hot. Down the side of the bank by the geysers there were some little mini terraces. Also on the side was heaps of solpher. After I had seen the bottom side of the geysers I went up to the top lookout. After we had looked at the geysers we went back up the track to where the Maria was. There we met a lady that taught us to weave flowers. I made a flower. After we had finished at Te Puia we got in the vans and went back to camp to get our togs. After we had got our togs we went to Waikite hot pools and the water was very warm. There was a boiling stream that came from a boiling spring. I went to see the boiling spring. Then we went back to camp and had takeaways for tea. Then we had free time and then it was bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we got up and we did our morning routine and then we left camp to go to the Luge. When we arrived we went into the building and waited for Roma and Pat because the fuel in the car that they were driving had nearly run out of fuel so they had to go to a petrol station. When they arrived we went up to the top of the hill in a gondola. We arrived at the café and Mr. Chapman gave us our tickets and I went down the intermediate track. We all had four turns and it was very fast. It was a very good felling going down the Luge. I kept on passing people down the Luge. I went really fast on the luge and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;When we had finished at the Luge we went back to camp and we had lunch there. We got into our togs and we went down to the lake. 0n the biscuit I got water in my face. It was fast. I didn’t do water skiing because I didn’t feel like it. I saw Mr. Chapman doing water skiing. Mr. Chapman could not get up on his skis so he took off his wetsuit and he was just in his tog shorts. Mr. Chapman still could not get up on his skis so he took off his life jacket and then he finally got up on the skis. Then we said goodbye to the man and went back to camp to have tea and play a game. Then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we packed up all our gear and put it in Tracy and Troy’s trailers. Then we had breakfast and started traveling. We traveled for a while and then Mr. Chapman and Pat missed a turn off so we had to turn around and go back to where the turn off was. When we got to Pio Pio we stopped for a rest and got an ice block. When we arrived in Taranaki Sylvia wanted the radio to be on but she had to wait until we were further into Taranaki for it to work. The travel was very boring. When we got to Stratford we kept on going until we got home. When we got to Makahu we met the people that were picking us up and then we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-114670080843071789?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/114670080843071789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=114670080843071789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114670080843071789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114670080843071789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2006/05/rotorua-camp.html' title='Rotorua Camp'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</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-23182853.post-114116095129317159</id><published>2006-02-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:59:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhys's Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/1600/web%20logs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2370/320/web%20logs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Rhys and I go to makahu school. At this school I like PE, fitness morning tea, lunch and privilege time. At home I like to watch Ford win on the car racing.  I also like to go on the raft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23182853-114116095129317159?l=rhysmakahu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/feeds/114116095129317159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23182853&amp;postID=114116095129317159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114116095129317159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23182853/posts/default/114116095129317159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhysmakahu.blogspot.com/2006/02/rhyss-place.html' title='Rhys&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Rhys'  Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788144778347423192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
