<?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-3464368157033476119</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:09:10.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I am 5'3 1/2" tall
am a total stranger to the world of a house
being civilized and struggling with life and relationships between family, friends, and relatives. 
Not good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-7011492073566572587</id><published>2009-05-13T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:26:21.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Writing Period 4 &lt;br /&gt;Student: Martha Waska&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Pauline Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have you ever been a stranger before? Have you ever felt like a stranger? Were you treated well when you were a stranger? What would you do if you had a stranger come to your place? What would I do, how would I treat the strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First of all, being a total stranger is in everyone. With specific personality that completely comes in different styles of background, nationality, and race has been named in number of unknown languages since the beginning of beings at one time became aware. Being the actual stranger in a house of this world, facing respective decisions as an independent status, has made me recognize the importance of managing the way life happens to appear. Depending on the situation there has been several unexpected conditions and problems throughout these years we own to ourselves. Each individual can be miraculously unpredictable. Everyone uses myths and general ideas to share their beliefs in which they can be developing ways to formalize their imaginative characters or personification. You can make a change. Everyone’s obsessions are unique, in a way that will require with what they have, need, and use in their spare time for the time they got now and while they still can. Over the years, the county has timidly and sufficiently changed with immediate succession from the native style to another culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, throughout my years, I was and had been a stranger and always and going to stay a stranger forever to the house of this world of humans. I definitely found out that having visitors, guests, and any other person that unexpectedly shows can be very surprising in some way. Also, to make sure they were healthy and strong thru their trip. Almost anyone who appears as an unexpected visitor is to make sure they are fed, are not be hurt, or those that are not in a normal situation was to be cured in any possible way they can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next and foremost, the older generation has been here to serve the ways of their ancestral lives and how very important it is to be generous with the stranger. If I spot a stranger that is in an unusual and unfamiliar condition and is unable to move, then the very first thing I would do is to make sure they are recovered from any situation. I would make sure that person is not hungry, hurt, or unhealthy. If that place does not belong to me while the owner of that house isn’t around then the plans will completely change. The items aren’t my things than that will lead to the type of differences and commonly bring trouble for not getting permission. At some point, the owner needs to know that her belongings and property are being dealt with a total stranger because that owner will keep them prepared and might need to use them in case of an emergency. Many times a stranger can change effectively. This stranger problem will last all our immortal lives throughout the county. Many are craving for food, money, and education would be left off with the rest of the residence. Many are applying for a way to survive with only money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last, but not least, as a matter of time and place, I would rather treat any stranger as they would want to treat me. If that strange existed, then both of our world would change. Treating a stranger with generous and enduring shows with respect and responsible quantities in life for an individual to overcome. Life is to endure and become cautious about everything. But as soon as those complete strangers enter our house of Eskimos the more depression and starvation it will cause. There is more to life than death but what these people are doing will be wrong. Planning on spreading the money and if the  state earns more money than that will lead to a lot of robberies by the defeater. This will happen everywhere as to documents are being filed to the nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-7011492073566572587?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/7011492073566572587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=7011492073566572587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7011492073566572587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7011492073566572587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/stranger-unexpected.html' title='Stranger Unexpected'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-1927033302091392710</id><published>2009-05-13T00:56:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:09:39.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason or Problem</title><content type='html'>For now my thoughts are like blank and can't get through or start a short story to finish phase 18 by friday.. geez, and i need to finish a persuasive paper also. Which shucks and telling fictional stories is never in my blood. Just know the steps and all. transferred here so i can go to church and i went to church some days. yeah. but i can't make up a short story or stories! wonder why. maybe too depressed like most days of my lifetime but telling stories aren't my habit. I wonder why is it that i can't tell stories... perhaps you couldn't answer my problem because my life is mine and that life can be unique. man, i just don't know what else to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are like the rest of them at this time&lt;br /&gt;where one may fall and never be the same &lt;br /&gt;problems are so puny to realize through a bell chime&lt;br /&gt;while others can use their spare time wisely with ashame&lt;br /&gt;Life develops unkown experiences to overcome &lt;br /&gt;just like clapping hands (palm to palm) is the sound of a bump.&lt;br /&gt;There are quite ways to unfamiliarize life as to some&lt;br /&gt;with noises filling the air with ice chumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what i am up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, were looking forward to graduate on the 15th of may, well it depends on my short story and persuasive paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-1927033302091392710?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/1927033302091392710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=1927033302091392710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/1927033302091392710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/1927033302091392710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-or-problem.html' title='Reason or Problem'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-7378041282737996969</id><published>2009-05-13T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:56:15.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-7378041282737996969?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/7378041282737996969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=7378041282737996969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7378041282737996969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7378041282737996969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/don.html' title='don'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-6312422657751718314</id><published>2009-05-12T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:01:50.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Letter</title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! I would like to thank my gratitude toward to completing and continuing my education in the future from this day on. Mainly, since the jobs bring forth many required skills using written formal language, there are always a way to learn the every day objects. As an enrollment for a child, the opportunities that are available through LKSD, has given and made such generous offers to students who are willing to put and make an effort toward their education and the amount of knowledge being used. I appreciate the fact that the teachers/parents/guardians have made and took great care of their child and ought to be recognized through the heart of every child they were there for. Teachers can be anyone, (family, relatives, and friends) each and everyone has a common knowledge. Common knowledge meaning showing and being respectful with the rules you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I would like to give thanks to everyone that improved an individual or child’s being toward an education. Folks, have a wonderful time and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-6312422657751718314?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/6312422657751718314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=6312422657751718314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6312422657751718314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6312422657751718314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-letter.html' title='Thank You Letter'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-4599264135492514664</id><published>2009-05-07T13:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:07:11.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For me to know and for you to find out!</title><content type='html'>Everything has pressure right, whether the thing is spiritually or not. The payback is one of the most powerful things that can change your life personally with major terms that usually have some problems that can't immediately can't be solved, but slowly day by day can recover that feeling. Pressure is one thing that is involved in any spirit as to war being defeated and taken by the defeaters of war. That is one thing that can develop throughout our own personal lives that have been owned by our own world. One mind speaks socially to other mind-beings. Things can have absolutely positive and negative side effects that wanders around the personal beliefs and belongings and properties. There has been sufficient shifts from one culture and environmental surroundings to a very unknown cause that is currently giving in clues for us to find out. Like the world is saying "For me to know and for you to find out!" Eventually, the facts are at risk and each country is giving false informations by the rules that are assigned to us. I am afraid that our U.S. Armies might lose the war and that United Kingdom might take over and destroy the belongings of this countries rules and belongings. By the way, the country I am in, does not seem as a free world after all, since Alaska future is on the jobs. This is going to be the worst life if this country become the other way around. These situations are serious and must be reviewed by the government, president, and the senate in the U.S. Before this country becomes ruled by the United Kingdom or some country. The world is in danger and the rest are probably thinking that different societies in each group is fun by challenging, defeating, and ostracism. Ostracism is the worst because it is harder to realize the truth and facts than the made up stories. Boy, everyone is in trouble. The rules are causing a major trouble and the terms cannot be faced perfectly. The more the rules being obtained, the more we become unsatisfied with the lives we'll be spending for the rest of our world. What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-4599264135492514664?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/4599264135492514664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=4599264135492514664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4599264135492514664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4599264135492514664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-me-to-know-and-for-you-to-find-out.html' title='For me to know and for you to find out!'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-7480817702737656094</id><published>2009-05-06T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:00:06.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consume Alcohol? Helpful Facts!</title><content type='html'>Consume Alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are various kinds of alcohol that can treat individuals in a different set of perspective and generosity manners. The types of alcohols that are developed and made are methyl, amyl, propyl, butyl or butanol, denatured, and ethyl. The normal type of alcohol that is used often by the public and the nation is ethyl alcohol, which is a substance that can seriously lead to a personal relations against other individuals, or groups, or cause problems that will interfere with the public. Ethyl (Ethanol) is fermented with sugars. The main type of alcohol is ethyl alcohol, which is a beverage that contains a hundred and twenty calories per ounce depending of one kind. (Alcohol, Page 9) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of problems can possibly occur, when alcohol is being consumed by anybody? The alcohol-related problems can happen to anybody consuming alcohol that are at the risk of facing will have numerous possible effects for a length of a short amount of time or through rest of your life. Alcohol does have a dangerous side effect that can harm your health in some way. Alcohol can create a problem. Problems that can actually be permanent or short term in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If anyone tends to find out why ethyl alcohol is not a healthy product for the body system, but he or she will understand why the law limits the legal drinking age. Bad behavior is more likely to develop mentally and physically. Habit will often make changes and that is sometimes on the good, normal, or bad side based on the information and description that is given. &lt;br /&gt;As the world continues to move on there are some quite changeable quantities that each person can make through their experiences and theories. They are being judged by the amount of knowledge they actually know. Consuming alcohol can damage a person, both mentally and physically. Almost anyone who considers consuming an alcoholic substance is nearly killing the system of one’s body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the body effect alcohol inside your body? One of the theories made by the sociologist, educator, and a therapist, stated that alcohol can change the body in many unusual ways to the amount of alcohol can accidentally make a cause from drinking purposely. Alcohol can make the eyes become hard to focus, skin can increase the size of a blood vessel causing reddish blotches, muscles can have losses of tone and strength, if one or two livers can cause cirrhosis which can cause death. Alcohol is fattening (Alcohol, Page 13-14). One of the researchers assume that brain interferes with judgment, balances, vision and cause death, also the rate of the heart beat can increase, and kidneys can stop working, then but not the excess water cannot be passed from the body pancreas-veins and arteries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol varies upon each person’s weight and health issue, depending on how much alcohol a person consumed. (Addiction, Page 68) Alcohol is a substance/The Possible Effects are intoxicant, depressant, painkiller, and or could impair, (by weakening or damage) the judgments. (Addiction, Page 5). According to Berger, Gilda; “The amount of food present at the time determines how fast the alcohol will be absorbed. Up to twenty percent may enter the bloodstream from the stomach, consuming any amount of alcohol can lead to depressant, negative behavior will appear, bored-ness, talkative and bold. Also consuming can cause a lot of problems”, (Addiction, pp. 68) says Berger, Gilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is a drinking beverage that is nationalized and is available to any person. That victim will tempt to figure out what the alcoholic procedure is all about both, physically and mentally. Nationally, accidents occur to alcoholics around the world; could occur from blackout, depressants, family/relative/friend problems, or brings a person to commit suicide or homicide with another person that made them become upset. There are unknown factors that alcohol can do to an individual who continues to drink. Treatments are offered for everyday alcoholic consumers who possibly have second thoughts to stay sober, both mentally and physically. One of the corporations that offer programs is called “Alcoholics Anonymous program”. “Alcoholic Anonymous (AA) is a treatment center for alcoholics to become, remain, and stay sober. One of the treatments for alcohol are Alcoholics Anonymous located in of Regardless of treatment, most patients join Alcoholic Anonymous. AA is a group that helps alcoholics help themselves and each other to sober up and remain sober”, Says Gilda, Berger. Various groups of individuals show different responses to alcohol.” (Alcohol, Paragraph 2 page 73). “According to this belief, the more a person drinks, the more he or she needs to drink. A person’s move toward alcoholism may begin with the first drink. The disease progresses from moderate drinking to heavier consumption. It is a sequence that has to do with choice or power (Alcohol, page 73 paragraph 5). There is no special, overwhelming ‘right’ treatment for alcoholism,” according to Doctor Ross Fishman of Cornell University. Hundreds of treatments and research centers around the country offer treatment programs. For treatment centers only about thirty-five to fifty percent of alcoholics who under-go treatment recover (Page 75, Addiction).&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol does bring problems that outsmart the sober and non-drinkers. Most problems are worsened. Alcoholics would definitely make the problems worse by fighting, both physically and mentally. The drinker is unable to become active at the time they become alcoholics and there are times when they block out and say things. Also, other times most likely alcoholics would definitely crave twice as more than a non-drinker and with horrible role-model, negative behaviors would appear as they crave and think that becoming more drunk every so often would keep them from boredom or being the real self (shyness). The standard alcohol procedures are complicated. Anyone can and will be able to make a decision based on their emotions, thoughts, and habits to drink or not to drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my suggestions is that if you know an alcoholic who is drinking alcohol, or anyone who has or had consume alcohol, is to tell a trusted person and make sure that the drunk person is taken with proper care, because alcohol can lead to unconsciousness and near death. There is always someone to talk to and beside we are gifted with someone to hang on to and can stay gold with us forever, since they are given a special gift.  Anyone can become addicted nor develop dependency (strong desire to take a drug often.) Drinking and driving is a dangerous action that can cause or relate to terrible accidents. One of the things is that alcohol was illegal until 1919; the Congress passed the eighteenth amendment (Alcohol, page 14-15).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an example that states of an alcoholic that died from drinking alcohol because the drunk person’s judgment was impaired. One example, the story was told by two of the teenage boys that had been there and seen it with their own eyes. The information is based on the fact of these two teenage boys that encountered at the time a drunken person had an accident was during the fall of sometime around 2000. The drunken person was preparing the boat for him and his buddies and ready to leave into town with most of his buddies being high off of alcohol. Then an unexpected health relation appeared to have been an incident at the scene, the drunken person had a seizure and fell straight into the water and along the way the two teenage boys was at the scene and quickly pulled him off the water, up the land and rescued for help. Then when some adult came by, that adult brought him over to where the drunken person stays and made the drunken person’s mother know about the fact that he had drowned and was saved by the two teenage boys. He was in laying on the couch all day with blanket cover him and when I saw him he didn’t speak a word at all, but as I was watching him he looked as if he wanted to tell me something about what happened but wouldn’t because he had caught a very deep cold and his mother told me to be quiet at the whole time. Sometime that following week he had passed away and most of his relatives came, since he had a big family, with no wife and no child. That was an example of how consuming alcohol can cause accidents and caregivers give advises not to drink, if they have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berger, Gilda. Addiction. New York: Franklins Watts, 1982.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Barbara. Everything You Need To Know About Alcohol. Rosen,                           1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-7480817702737656094?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/7480817702737656094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=7480817702737656094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7480817702737656094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/7480817702737656094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/05/consume-alcohol-helpful-facts.html' title='Consume Alcohol? Helpful Facts!'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-8254595584176833544</id><published>2009-03-04T14:20:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:29:31.783-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Research topic.</title><content type='html'>As of now, March 04, 2009, at this hour I am supposed to write a research paper, but choosing a topic out of the list is extremely difficult. I just don't know what i am interested in but, there are a plenty of research topics. I just need your suggestions just to get started. To me taking it this way makes me feel like a person that is curious to take things and establish the moment between opinions and suggestions. Maybe the person in charge can eat up the persons or the groups opinions just by gobbling up information to why they would want to be accepted and this is to inform someone about something and you know, that problem is to solve by trial and errors. Also, letting things go would be harder for most people. That problem can come back just out of simpleness. I don't know what the situation in the world that is happening right now. But right now on my free time in the school season, i am just wanted to post something up since a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, do you have any suggestions on about the research topic. Anything is possible because I will be using the 5 w's chart. alright... if you have any suggestions, just let me know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-8254595584176833544?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/8254595584176833544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=8254595584176833544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8254595584176833544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8254595584176833544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/03/research-topic.html' title='Research topic.'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-2032681488379380329</id><published>2009-03-03T11:43:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:50:02.816-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-Biography</title><content type='html'>Writing &lt;br /&gt;Phase 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-Biography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My name is Martha Ann Barbara Lavv’aq Waska. I was born at Bethel Alaska, on February 07, 1990 to Sammie &amp; Mary Waska. I have five sisters and two brothers. My oldest sister recently had a daughter in October 31, 2008 and her name is Martina Shaylene Aloralrea. The names of my siblings are Samantha, Jessica, Patrick, Valentina, Jeffery, Jamaica, and one adopted girl named Elena. &lt;br /&gt; Every school has always been fascinating because there is so much to learn in and out of the school. No matter where you are, you are entering the world of learning. Every mood simply brings understanding, realizing, memorizing in the world of works, also the process of each individual is as important as the way you feel. Unfortunately, I have attended three schools so far. Not bad as four to five schools because transferring a lot can take the place of your learning ability to start over. About three schools are enough for me. The very first school that I have gone for 13 years was in Oscarville Memorial School, which I mostly earned awards from that school. I got a perfect attendance award, a Cat 5 Test award, and was nominated as one of the most high-grade student as a junior level and received an $11,000.00 Scholarship from UA. A semester in Tuluksak I received an A Honor Roll as a senior. Present here in Kwethluk Ket’acik &amp; Aapalluk Memorial School and finishing up the year as it was supposedly to in May 2009. &lt;br /&gt; Education and training is for everyone with normal ability. My experiences as a student for work areas as an employee were janitors, secretary. kitchen helper, office work, library aide, quality control, processor, fillet, and graphic artist. My very first job was the Tribal as a Summer Youth Education &amp; Training Program as a Secretary and a Janitor at the salary wage of $6.09 per hour from June 2004 to July 2004 &amp; from July 2007 to August 2008. The next job I kept for a few times was in Oscarville School positioned as a Student Helper mostly custodian, the price again at $6.09, from September 2004 to May 2005, from Nov. 2006 to May 2007, from September 2007 to May 2008. The final full time job I ever had was in Coastal Villages Seafood in Quinhagak at $8.00 as a Processor, Quality Control, and Fillet. And the recent job I have was a cook’s helper at the Tuluksak High School from Dec. 17, 2008 to January 12, 2009 at $9.63 per hour.&lt;br /&gt; My personal hobbies are traveling the Kuskokwim, picking berries (red, salmon, blue, black, and agautat), picking plants (quagciq, blu-barbs, angukarneq), plucking birds (loons, mallards, swans, ptarmigans, crane), cook, bake, and fry food for family. Commercial fishing is one time thing I did in the summer of July 2006 or 2007 with my oldest sister for king salmon, pink salmon, and chum. Substitute fishing for pike, white, and lush fish is what I do in the fall and spring. Fish camp is at least one of my top favorites to stay during the summer, where we get to listen to the quietness and the gentleness of the soft breeze in the very sunny day. Birds flying by, makes me feel calm at some point, such as seagulls, raven or crow, loons, swallows, robins, and many of the nature birds passing by high and low in Alaska, also listening to the birdcalls while fishing makes me feel real.&lt;br /&gt;One thing in school is to learn, experience, and to get your diploma through all twelve levels from the whole school section. I actually am in the middle of the stage just like many others that are also having a tough time with family, friends, and relative problems good or bad, and some use time wisely and others waste time. But through my school years I had earned quite a few awards.&lt;br /&gt;The good memories I enjoyed and remember doing in my life were birthdays, talking with friends, fishing, picking berries, and doing the every day life as everyone else. The best and one thing that ever happened on my birthday was the time I received money and one backpack. It was like the whole community of Oscarville was invited to my birthday party and most of them gave me cents, one dollar bills, some five dollar bills, and one twenty dollars bill, along with a back pack. On that day, I felt and believe it was the best day of my life because I had two friends that were also my classmates, which I took to the store and bought them each a pop along with a few candies. Another amusing moment I had was when I definitely had to commercial fish with my sister in the summer of 2007.  The reason she chose me was because there was nobody else to help her with drifting, shifting, and setting up the fish net, there was sort of someone but she didn’t want to pay them too much so she chose me to help her.  We talked about secrets, stories, and things we plan to do on our future lives.&lt;br /&gt;My closest relatives are spread out in Alaska; like up and down the Kuskokwim, Yukon, and both rural and urban villages. The side I know the most in my family is my mom’s side and a few on my father’s side. When I travel the Kuskokwim and coastal areas I always get the chance to stop by and visit my relatives that I know.  &lt;br /&gt;To most people who don’t know me. I appear shy. I don’t just go talking to anyone just because I feel like it. I don’t raise my voice, or laugh loud like some other people do. I am silent to those that ask me questions, tell me stories, and tell me to do something. Once in a while when someone tells me to do something, sometimes I will not listen to those orders depending on my mood. I am not too picky; I grew up unaware through my preschool, kindergarten, and elementary school years. I am used to people telling me what to do like chores; like pack water, do dishes, sweep and mop the floor, clean windows, pick up after my siblings, and follow them to places. But the things that I only remembered are some of the things that I feared that scared me. So life actually appears to me that things in life are attainable, like decisions to make, understanding the life of one another, and stating ideologies down on paper is what life is to me.&lt;br /&gt;The church I am baptized in is called the Russian Orthodox; all my family except me is a Moravian. There was a story behind it. I was told, but that as a child or an infant or toddler that I had heart problems, so they baptized me in Russian Orthodox Church then sent me away to Minnesota if not Missouri. I am not sure how I became an Orthodox though; I need to ask again to make sure how I became an orthodox. &lt;br /&gt;My outlook on my future depends on how many actually wants me to dream on. I noticed the cycle between each type, kind, or emotions of people, but I don’t know how to put all this into words. Hard times are countless and many find it unclear to make people hear their voice speak loud. They say, “Actions speaks louder than words”, I believe that is true, since many of them come to think of it as by their actions sometimes what they think is true. While that person is depending on what he is thinking. Some are okay about that thought, but others will judge them by what has been said. So, my outlook on my future is to try keeping my family a happy place to be by supporting them with food, clothing, transportation, and college savings. Maybe give my family a chance to actually view the rest of the world. Everyone has plans to meet, an education to pursue, and a life to manage through easy or hard way. My plans are to meet the schools’ ground rule requirements to actually by being there and improve the skills that I will need to use as a future reference and for the next generation and real-life out there. This is to cope with different types of people in all kinds of situations. From generation to generation, the times for each is always changing, like right now every country is teaching each culture in English as their second language. While the older generations dreams were to teach their younger generation about the skills they were taught in their very own language, culture, tradition, and surviving techniques.&lt;br /&gt;As a community member or a resident of Oscarville and the nearby villages, I had too many nicknames some I remember some I forgot. The nickname I had and is still used today was brought up through the way I act, through my English and Eskimo name. Well, my Eskimo name is Lavv’aq, but many know me by my Eskimo pronunciation, which are,  “Lavv, Love, Lavngu Usuk, Usukcam Nuliraa, Lavey-lava, and luvv-lu,” Through my English name are, “Marsha, Mushu, Moutha, Marty, and Martha Pooloo.” &lt;br /&gt;My personal and general habits are about living a natural life that most of them has. No one to blame and something to do under the rules of law or staying busy is what keeping me to become responsible in my own and original adult life.  As a student, my life is unique and my name has a story behind it, and goals to achieve and successfully keeping goals up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Waska&lt;br /&gt;2/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-2032681488379380329?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/2032681488379380329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=2032681488379380329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2032681488379380329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2032681488379380329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2009/03/auto-biography.html' title='Auto-Biography'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-3363808864131029013</id><published>2008-11-06T23:35:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:59:05.346-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing loss of my system</title><content type='html'>Everyday, everytime, and every second I wonder "what are they going to do, with my hearing loss, that i have? Are they going to make a face and make me want to leave? What are they going to think and talk about from this moment on?&lt;br /&gt;BESTEST FRIEND !&lt;br /&gt;All I wonder is about my hearing loss. I want to join every event, activity, and programs that are available to every individual. But one concern that i have is my hearing loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-3363808864131029013?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/3363808864131029013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=3363808864131029013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/3363808864131029013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/3363808864131029013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/11/hearing-loss-of-my-system.html' title='Hearing loss of my system'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-5404697623793780280</id><published>2008-10-25T06:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:35:47.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to face in life</title><content type='html'>Time has flew by so fast like things weren't able to stop and all the things I do here is not as challenging as it was back home. Things have become easier and my classes are not that challenging after all. But, its too late to turn my back and go to phase school. At least I just have until May comes around till the last year of my highschool and will have to, in any way, face the facts in this world. which is going to be difficult. Also, going to college would be like learning something knew and getting a better understanding of the many things that take this place from here on forward. Things will change so much that you will realize who you are and all this has and does mean something to everyone. All the things here at Tuluksak seems like there are no challenges. Mostly students heading over to school real late or sometimes even gone for the whole day. Do these students even know that there grades are more important, but sometimes things aren't always ending up the way we expect them to. They just get worse in a way that the ones that make mistakes knew about it. But those who realize the situation and is willing and able to fix the problem. Most problems aren't promised to be solved by only one person, but solving the problems deals with social, families, and most of all friends. Anything we do, does mean something to us in our heart, soul, and mind. Many unusual comes and goes, stays and moves, and most of all these things are hard to face in life. So, what we are doing is trying to find the maze through our journey and the stumbles of our struggles of this life here below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have I failed my lord along my journey. How often have I stumbled in my struggles of this life here below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just wanted to post something since its been back a while i haven't posted any blogs. This is about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-5404697623793780280?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/5404697623793780280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=5404697623793780280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5404697623793780280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5404697623793780280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-to-face-in-life.html' title='Hard to face in life'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-8851725414731579351</id><published>2008-09-15T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:47:27.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers Ed Website</title><content type='html'>Drivers Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://driversed.com/cp_v3/cp_online_course_details.aspxModEnd=Y&amp;studentID=marthawaskaDRVEDCA&amp;refID=DED001&amp;courseID=C0000053&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-8851725414731579351?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/8851725414731579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=8851725414731579351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8851725414731579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8851725414731579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/09/drivers-ed-website.html' title='Drivers Ed Website'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-2522926898927343002</id><published>2008-09-15T11:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:05:44.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is what you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the past&lt;br /&gt;Things happened so deep&lt;br /&gt;That I am realizing the cast about&lt;br /&gt;Of this life and there&lt;br /&gt;Are serious problems, a size of an ounce&lt;br /&gt;Which slowly filling the sphere.&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t any thought that&lt;br /&gt;It is not the beauty that counts,&lt;br /&gt;It is what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this mistake has to do with ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- to anyone makes me feel like the world is not so real after all. I realized things are just not the way the culture and traditional dynasties used to be. The things are just far more off and this is leading life to a wrong direction. Many people seem to get the wrong idea of me in so many ways, just by the way I am acting and the way I use my words. I guess if I changed my habits than all will be well and without having to worry about what they think, just telling stories would be the only reason that would keep our self-esteem or behavior balanced. You know each and one of us are treasured with stories to tell which means something in the world. Imagining every so often can bring as much stories to tell. Everyone has a special gift and they are someone. The ugly people (they are not) are at least being the ones that are earning the least respect. The ugly people would not be here if they were not raised by their folks. Maybe the cute people haven’t really experience the fact that they are also ugly. It’s not the beauty that counts, its what you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-2522926898927343002?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/2522926898927343002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=2522926898927343002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2522926898927343002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2522926898927343002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-what-you-know-i-cannot-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-6434482149681882628</id><published>2008-08-19T11:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:16:23.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Positive</title><content type='html'>Staying Positive.... Lets see, well for me and those of you that has it. Being positive is nothing new. All we have to do is have positive thoughts that is require in every job you will have because you are getting paid for it. Maybe money and life of the people is the two main things in the world. Sometimes i just don't get life as it is now. I mean its hard for me to manage when things don't go the way we expect them to. Life of being positive is hard to manage and everybody has that feature. I sure don't know what to talk about. but my minds racing off with all those negative moments and sure is hard for me to manage of all the times. Every where in the world the job requires every employee to stay POSITIVE. Can you be positive for all your life? well, give it a try. i tried doing that but all i got was anything that gets me back to being negative. like i wear hearing aids just cause i have hard time hearing normally just like everyone else. Although i have nothing to be mad about i just am mad all the time. Let me look at it the positive way. well if i wasn't here than anything wouldn't happen this way. that is what makes me happy. people don't understand how i think. they just wonder off with "why is she smiling?" attitiude. Money here just comes and goes. its nothing you will have for a lifetime. but only a lifetime you will have is a person that you love and give support to. Anyways, this is all i have to say because i have nothing really to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-6434482149681882628?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/6434482149681882628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=6434482149681882628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6434482149681882628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6434482149681882628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/08/staying-positive.html' title='Staying Positive'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-3293316580575661006</id><published>2008-08-18T11:17:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:32:18.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected summer of my life</title><content type='html'>Sorry, my attitude may not always seem positive all the time because i am related to the wrong people. Thats what i had noticed during my summers stay. But, my time as it is now, has a plenty of unsatisfied problems going around. Which sucks too because my classmates or where ever i am at. they always say "She's talking to you. How do you know? because you are starting to talk or laugh all of a sudden." man, i just probably won't finish my highschool year because of it. i gotta say no one cares but they will try and act like they care about it. Theres so many people out there that are craving for numerous items but the only way we can earn them is by giving ourselves the hard work, because hardwork pays off. Although, there are so many troubles going all around us we still and must live like the world is a gift to us. because an ugly thing is not a special gift to a single person. but only a perfected item is a gift to all. which is weird to understand in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world has too many troubles that there is no chance of getting things we need because there is no one out there that can't read anybody's mind. but it doesn't matter, at least they are not the ones that are respecting others' mind, body, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I already know for sure that i am related to wrong people. since, i like people that doesn't own many items as a rich person would. Anyways, have a nice day and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U don't have to comment me on this, because i am not the only person living with this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-3293316580575661006?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/3293316580575661006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=3293316580575661006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/3293316580575661006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/3293316580575661006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/08/unexpected-summer-of-my-life.html' title='unexpected summer of my life'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-5020382883627597581</id><published>2008-05-02T11:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:52:14.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know</title><content type='html'>my mind is blank today.&lt;div&gt;my time in school is being used up probably likewise or wasting time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my side of the world is to know how to read minds and maybe figure out a lot of things just like you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is like just like yours but exactly different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-5020382883627597581?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/5020382883627597581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=5020382883627597581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5020382883627597581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5020382883627597581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-749321722821741553</id><published>2008-04-30T11:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:57:58.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>writing... the elders of native eskimo's say that "the world will end, but our words will never die." its true. anyways. ahm. everyone read, writes, and draws. &lt;div&gt;yeah nothing really to talk about, but you know. there is so much stuff to write about. we see words, write words, and read words, or even hear words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words, words, words, and words, are one of the main things we speak of everything we see. each person has there own tools, like mouth we use to speak to make our voices heard, eyes is to prove we saw and think,  hands are on learning, we learn from our mistakes, we have legs to walk to get where we want to go and do something, i don't know skin is just covered on our bones. Skins that we use for our coat, can be soft, hairy, pale, brown, torn, and all kinds of things a skin can do. either our body can be hairy, any color. faces, well shaped in some form, you know, you hear a lot of stuff about faces. yeah faces of humans are what most of them are picky about, also i do too. you know everyone. faces can be scary, kind, gentle, and all that you can name. You and i have lived this far but there are far more greater success we can achieve, look forward to, and or just live life to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living life to the fullest, well to me means that each and one of us have to appreciate being here on earth learning each day, and you know do the things that our ancestors used to do. it must be important to pass on anything the ancestors did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-749321722821741553?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/749321722821741553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=749321722821741553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/749321722821741553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/749321722821741553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-8423243932161619577</id><published>2008-04-29T11:38:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:56:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what should this be titled?</title><content type='html'>I come in ready to learn, but I, myself, don't feel trusted enough with and how the people act toward me. I don't have any clue what people say about me. It's like they want to tell me something but they refuse to. Most of the time I die trying to figure out things and it just wouldn't happen. Alright, if you say so, i mean. i am just a person and i guess someone out there doesn't trust me at all. not even one person that i know of trust me. well, i tell them my plans and guess what? there never to come true. its like i lie to them all the time and it isn't worth it. All teachers here in oscarville counts on me and they always watch what i do. they think they don't realize to what they are up to. but things just come out to be wrong all the time. Maybe things don't go alright with me. I know nobody who trusts me. but my thoughts are like i don't know, not fun at all. on accident, i act funny to make them laugh. not what i want to share with you about me. i guess most of the time i don't laugh about people but something always does make me. It goes same thing with my family, the oscarville residents  kind of don't trust my family, thats why they always ask "did you get new shoes, sweater, coat, hat, gloves, and anything you can name" you know my family that is here now, ain't got a job that is worth so much as the residents do around here, but i guess they wonder how we trend to get new items. Gosh, i just get tired when all the workers ask about our stuff. it is just getting sick and tired, the only person i trust is the principal because i don't hear him ask about getting new stuff and it just makes me come to school. I sort of don't feel right about the school teachers asking about our stuff because those stuff we own are personnal, and why the heck do they want to know about our personnal stuff that we get, i mean i just don't get it. When workers or wealthy family sees the person wearing same stuff for year, they either laugh about them, ask them questions on how they get them, or even make fun of them. the wealthy people are just so apathetic, but for those who have gone through the same life they know how it feels. yeah, my mom doesn't have a job because she is a dropout, and us kids are trying are best to get an education but it just is feeling right enough for the workers or the ones that have educations themselves to ask questions about how we buy stuff. man, every day, the educators are aware of what we wear and it just sicks me out. I know almost every adult except in oscarville asks us about "when did you guys get that" and the recent movers like 2 years ago came, they do know what it feels like.  okay, take care. later&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-8423243932161619577?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/8423243932161619577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=8423243932161619577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8423243932161619577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8423243932161619577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-should-this-be-titled.html' title='what should this be titled?'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-1696738804704022557</id><published>2008-04-29T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:39:10.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-1696738804704022557?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/1696738804704022557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=1696738804704022557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/1696738804704022557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/1696738804704022557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-2539483098978568726</id><published>2008-04-28T11:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:58:07.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'> Thoughts are:&lt;div&gt;Lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;attractive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unbelievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, if you could describe about thoughts of yourself, what might you choose about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think most of the time my thoughts are probably negative every day, but there are times that my family would make me laugh. I mostly feel left out and am used to being so independent that I barely talk to my class mates, only one person out of 4 or 5 I talk to. That person is a girl, lady, or a woman and she is so talented and so sympathetic about how each one of us feels. There are so many times we feel apathetic and most of us always laugh at people when we know it have never happened to us. which is weird. i mean we all should laugh at ourselves only but to people it may sound like we might have mental problems, but laughing at ourselves is written in the bible. But to prove that i would, gotta, hafta, and needa find it and store it in this blog that my classmates and others have. Alright, i would recommend you all to stay happy all the time, no matter the circumstance you got, is what you get and achieved. So, take care and all you gotta do is smile all day. but sad time occurs also. Gots nothing more right now but will add more to it later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-2539483098978568726?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/2539483098978568726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=2539483098978568726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2539483098978568726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/2539483098978568726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-4346859753993320057</id><published>2008-04-25T12:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:28:30.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>well, i feel like this and that most of the time, &lt;div&gt;I know your life too is difficult to understand a very lot of moments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why use our time doing same things everyday. That is not how it used to be in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUst THings CHange EVeryday FRom a person who thinks these things will always work out and why do US YUpik people have to follow the other culture when the other culture does not want ours to be alive. Well it is just so frustrating, and come to think of it. it is just not fair to change each culture to change themselves to follow one culture that is going on around the world. CAma-i is here once a year, well the thing is that they are having hard time keeping there culture just because of the Government Law but not the Commandments from the bible... I wonder how would we always communicate if there was no computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone wants to go there way but then guess what. we sometimes feel so frustrated that we kind of don't already want to be here, geez. and EVERYTHING EVEN AN OBJECT COSTS a million dollars... why are they selling stuff just for money, money isn't that important in life, but actions are tougher than money and money is just ruining peoples lives, because everything is highly priced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only if i could move to another planet but then it just hurts to be with the government and all, it just isn't fair of how much pressure they use to make people follow rules and regulations... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the world living by money or are they tryna cheat many lives just being wealthy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the answer is difficult and most of us yupik wants to do our own things but government has made the decisions for how there state should be stated and run. It just sucks so much that we can't be following the rules and regulations or should i say the ammendments... okay... yeah thats it nothing much to say and bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-4346859753993320057?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/4346859753993320057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=4346859753993320057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4346859753993320057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4346859753993320057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-8358670016436810399</id><published>2008-04-23T11:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:53:14.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>We hear laughs everyday, but sometimes sad time comes.&lt;div&gt;Laughing is a natural subsistence in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make people laugh, because i like to hear them laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they do, i laugh along with them cause i guess they laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a reason to hear another laugh, and it makes me feel good when they laugh at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i know for sure sometimes in their lives it will stick back to them, but worse than what they know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i one time did something funny, and they burst out laughing and said "Martha your funny, you always make me laugh." I burst out laughing with them and said to them, "well, i like to hear people laugh, it is a good thing for people to laugh, and laughing makes you feel good, Also, it doesn't matter if they laugh at me cause they have imaginations at some point about that person," there was no response, "i sometimes do stuff like making imaginations about people and i sort of get why they laugh at people being funny." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utilizes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gazillion of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nation's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generation gap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-8358670016436810399?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/8358670016436810399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=8358670016436810399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8358670016436810399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8358670016436810399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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-3464368157033476119.post-8321256095761750852</id><published>2008-04-18T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:05:30.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A stranger and I are in the same room in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, Hi. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I’m okay, How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I am doing alright, but just curious if you’ve ever read the book called Far North by Will Hobbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: No, I haven’t. What is it so interesting about this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, the thing interesting about this book, that this boy and his friend, there            about the same age and were paired up by birthdays. The main character Gabe Rogers has decided to visit his father in one of the famous Canada’s North West Territories to visit his father and he wants to visit his father because his father had been talking about how beautiful the North West Territories were. One main thing is that he had studied about how the northwest territories would be like if he was up there. Turns out to be that things were kind of getting to know more in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Who is the other main character that faced Gabe Rogers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The other main character is a 15-year-old Athabaskan named Raymond Providence. Athabaskans are Native Americans that are part of Canada and Alaska. Most of the Native kids dropped out from the boarding school, and the kids called the “Dropping like Flies”. The students dropped out because they miss being at home. Which is a sad part, and just last semester I was watching news and in the news was about the native kids barely had good grades in Anchorage, and the Hispanic ethnicity have the pressure to do better and have the highest flying phases than the native kids that really belongs to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Alaska seems to be having a major problem with schools. One thing is that there are many native students that are dropping out because there parents, relatives, or friends trying to keep the native tradition alive and I believe that they are good at speaking Yupik instead of our second language. Because I heard elders say that the kids who are trying to change themselves to become English speakers. Here is one elder that said, “These children are speaking in English and they are not like the previous children. These children are noisy, like to yell, and fight. The people do not like children who are only speaking in English.” There Yupik values must be taught in a powerful way and these elders are not only losing their culture, but their dreams, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I agree, they also have that problem in this village, too. Maybe, like everywhere or the whole world is changing because of the laws. Oh, and speaking of laws that the native kid said it was his first time in a boarding school. He said that there are a lot of rules and regulations in that boarding school because he couldn’t even got to play his guitar and some other things. I forgot what the others were, I might have to look it up again just in case I give out wrong information about it or you can read it to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Why is Gabe traveling to see the world that his father is in? Is he going to go to work with his father or decide to see what the job is like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The reason why Gabe is traveling is to see the world to the place his father works at the drilling rigs. And no he is not going to work with his father, but he just wanted know what the job was like. Anyways, on their way, the bush pilot sets the floatplane down to check up on the Thunder falls. Thunder falls looks like Niagara Falls but two times as much bigger. But, soon the floatplane’s engine had a complete shutdown. Winter came by so fast they realized they were stranded at a place called Deadman Valley. Deadman Valley has wild animals like a grizzly with three cubs, artic foxes, snowshoe hares, and musk oxen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Wow! That must be an amazing story to read about someone’s life and ending   up somewhere the one character hasn’t gone before and the other kid that belonged to Canada knew exactly what to do at his or her situation. I must sit down and read my butt off when I have the time to relax that would be after I retire. What did they do to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: They survived like some professional adult would, but can you believe there only 15 years old. I am impressed with how much the native boy knew much about the culture and Gabe here he studied through papers. Gabe remembered much of it and knew what to do, but Raymond had hunted a moose and cut it up, cooked it, and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Well, I am impressed, too. If these kids knew who how to survive in the really cold area just by hearing stories, then those who were paying attention should know all of the things that we need to do to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That’s what I had in mind, but directly didn’t say it cause I needed to see how you respond to that. I guess the world see’s earth as an “I am going to challenge you till my death and you wouldn’t help it if I am sick” situation. And there are a whole bunch of human animals struggling with there life, because each and one of are being judged to get a graduation degree and to be better than others, especially its called show-off because to me it’s like everyone is trying to show-off to be better or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I would like to read that book, it sounds too great and it attracted my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I enjoyed it so much and I recommend you will sit down comfortably and read it. It was so much fun. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Oh, it is about 3:15. Why, what do you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh My God! Guess what? I just spent the whole 20 minutes talking to you about this book I was interested in, when I read it. I was on my 15 minutes break and I am 5 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Yeah, thanks for telling me part of the book. At least I enjoyed it and will read it if I have the time. Bye, I will see you some other time. Alright, Take Care. I will let you know what I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I guess I better get back to class, yeah you too. Take care. We will see each other again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my class and she went out the door to her home village.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-8321256095761750852?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/8321256095761750852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=8321256095761750852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8321256095761750852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/8321256095761750852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/stranger-and-i.html' title='Stranger and I'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-6320164080074583244</id><published>2008-04-15T11:47:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:23:24.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Communication is one of the most difficult things we each humans are not so good at. Well, I know you know that there are like so much different languages and each culture we live in are diverse. Because of that one mistake some groups did long ago. Did you ever hear about how Egyptians or some kind of living people were trying to make the highest length of the building out of sand, but anyways they were building something vertically that can pass the clouds and or higher than a clouds. That was when we started getting different languages so we wouldn't kin on each others thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am and you are one of the people who have hardships on verbally communicating with each others. Maybe because I grew up knowing my first language that my parents, grandparents, and everyone that was there with me spoke and taught us. As for now, I am having difficulty life with the way things are done. You know our spare time is to learn most of the things that we can learn and that are being taught to us. The most thing is to remember them by heart and by mind so that it can be taught to our future leaders. That's one thing that teachers, principals, chaperones, and staff are valued in the school for, to teach and make sure we have all the things that were taught to our elders and those that have passed away. But, things cannot get taught in one day in life. Can you imagine being taught in 24 hours of a culture that you would at least have difficulty time to remember? Well, I would get confused and mix everything up from that one day. From that one day things can either go by solving the steps in a shuffled, mixed, or in any various consequences order. Yeah, everyone makes mistakes and all we need is practice. Practice makes perfect. Each one of us has something that someone don't have, like were unique and we are so talented with something we like best. From that special thing we can teach someone that have not experienced it. It's all between experience and learning. Or am I saying it wrong. Well, not sure because I am still learning as you are now. Earth is so diverse but one thing we all can do is think. Think is to think about your thinks. Learn is to learn about what you learned. Verbally communicating is to communicate with all your speaking skills and based on how much you understand. In the future you will probably realize about the things you learned and tell someone about how it is done. The future is hard to predict with prejudgement. But from Earth Science Polycom I have something that I like the best which is "The key is the present to the past". Like making a time line about yourself from the day you were born to the present. Must be important to know about all the things you did in your lifetime. Oh, and if you want a relationship, the number one thing you might want to do is figure out if you are related to the person by asking. Of course,  you might of already know but for younger kids they will need to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compromising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unknown to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tribal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Institution &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-6320164080074583244?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/6320164080074583244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=6320164080074583244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6320164080074583244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/6320164080074583244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-5880746687874273685</id><published>2008-03-28T12:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:29:16.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In one hundred years...</title><content type='html'>In one hundred years, the world will be like some culture or ethnicity would rule the world just like the previous century. you know the pharoah of england ruled there own world, and british came along, and most of natives americans immigrated towards the west of the world... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The language will change because schools now are teaching students English Second Languages. I believe the world will change major and there is like no way we can stop the global warming. Well Global Warming is natural, right and because I believe each and one of us are using chemicals that the atmosphere wouldn't keep the atmosphere healthy and strong. The earth is dying just like we each living people will die when the time has come. Also, it seems like the earth is getting so old that it can't control its own atmosphere, too. Got to think about these things, like a pet we feed, take care of, and enjoy with will die or us (the caretakers) will die before them... Who knows about our future, but we can infer about it by making plans and having each plan to happen. But if we are sick, no one would have control our sickness just like we can't  control the earth we are living in that is slowly heating up. But our powerful words will never die and our lives can refreshen if we make it happen. Feeling like new while the earth is living its days going by. half day light and half night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-5880746687874273685?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/5880746687874273685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=5880746687874273685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5880746687874273685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5880746687874273685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-one-hundred-years.html' title='In one hundred years...'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-4473695158937884427</id><published>2008-03-27T11:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:27:25.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Fish</title><content type='html'>Last summer of 2007, there was a commercial fish in the Kuskokwim just out here in the river and my sister and I decided to commercial fish. I had a lot of fun sitting in the boat looking at the net and guessing the numbers of fish being caught and telling stories with each other about the past. Although it was my first year to commercial fish, I kind of knew what was to be done, but one commercial fish time, we caught about 75 fish of three different types. We had caught more fish than the other times, because we use secret stuff, which Bristol Bay fisherman use to catch as much as they can. The time went by so fast that I had wanted to fish longer, but since it was time we started heading toward the dock. I hadn't thought my sister would take the little slough that took us to Bethel and so we stopped by to the fishcamp to drop off few fishes. Oscarville  is located 5 miles southwest of Bethel and between here and Bethel lays the fishcamp that belongs to us, that is like 1/5 miles in between. After commercial fishing, my sister and I were on our way to fishcamp to drop off a few fish. When we settled the boat, I quickly grabbed three of the King Salmons and got out of the boat, went up to the land took about 30 steps to get to the spot where we place fish in. As I reached it, I lifted up the plywood with my right leg, so that I could put the fish in. Once the plywood was removed I quickly placed the three King Salmons in and took the plywood and covered the spot with the plywood. I had a good time on land for a while to walk, but when I started taking the same path that I took,  I started to smell the fish, they smelled like the secret stuff we used for catching as much as we can. Also, I had to push the boat out so that it can be in  the deepened part of the water so that the motor can work just fine. She started driving in the slough toward the Bethel Dock, and it took about 10-15 minutes cause the boat was load of fish. As soon as we got to the dock we waited for about another 10 minutes until we got to the grabber to put in fish and weigh the amount and the number of fish caught by us. My sister helped out more than me because she was pro at commercial fishing. She got paid extra because I gilled every fish that was in the boat. After the fish was all gone from the boat, we got out and let the next line continue because there was more fisherman's that was waiting on their turn. We stopped somewhere near the brown piles and climbed up the ladder to get on the road and head over to the hotdog and pop center. We grabbed two each of hotdogs and took a soda pop. We then, right away, headed back to the boat, and ate. We enjoyed the view of the other fishermans and they were amazed of how the two girls would be fishing in the river themselves, without any guy to support them. I got nervous and all when they kept saying, but my sister was so brave enough to tell them that she started commercial fishing when she was 14, that was 6 years ago. I just stood silent and listening to the conversation, and smiling. Then after all we went home and relaxed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-4473695158937884427?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/4473695158937884427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=4473695158937884427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4473695158937884427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4473695158937884427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/03/commercial-fish.html' title='Commercial Fish'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-4122524945903172726</id><published>2008-03-05T23:48:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:53:56.045-09:00</updated><title type='text'>my name and i created it</title><content type='html'>Many things in human world &lt;div&gt;Aren't possible to be understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rarely, cause no one knows everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't anything that seems to be perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, many have so, a very different story for each one of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, there is a time when they aren't possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where each and one of you lay, see a different view point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the way you see others may not be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since, LOVE is a great word and can't be described.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kingdom in heaven, is one main thing i care, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you are now, you may enjoy because you have a future, and is and will be in charge of yourself and of your own body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is what I pretty much had in mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-4122524945903172726?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/4122524945903172726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=4122524945903172726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4122524945903172726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/4122524945903172726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-name-and-i-created-it.html' title='my name and i created it'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-5947624500581371603</id><published>2008-02-28T11:55:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:06:45.026-09:00</updated><title type='text'>About myself</title><content type='html'>Hi, I would like to introduce you about myself. First off, I would say that I had grew up living in Oscarville for the 18 years of my age except for the 6 months in Atmautluak. Didn't gone out of Alaska yet. But hopefully someday I might. I attend school in Qugcuun Memorial in the community of 60-70 people. I am the daughter of Sammie N. Waska and Mary (Tom) Waska, in my family I have 4 sisters and 2 brothers in which the names are Samantha, me, Jessica, Patrick, Valentina, Jeffrey, and my youngest sister Jamaica. The things I like to do is watch over my siblings and traveling only once in a great while, mainly because I need to stay focused on my school or career. Secondly, I spend most of my quality time being independent (don't want to expand on that), anyways I have a life as you but only different because each and one of us have special talents and we take our skills we do know differently, but imagine if all the people's world went off the same, we probably will feel bored and feel like it's not a world of difference. So this is all I am going to say for now. Take care and have fun. God Bless.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha Lavv'aq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-5947624500581371603?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/5947624500581371603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=5947624500581371603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5947624500581371603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5947624500581371603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-myself.html' title='About myself'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464368157033476119.post-5763945866538193811</id><published>2008-02-27T11:41:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:55:57.969-09:00</updated><title type='text'>If there were no birds...</title><content type='html'>Imagine what would it be like if there was no birds in our area! If there were no birds we wouldn't have known what and when the river will break-up during the spring to summer season. usually there is a saying about any specific birds. For example, like redheads always goes to a person that is a shaman, once they entered the house, the shaman will then know that someone they are close to or perhaps someone they know has passed away. Another example of what it will be like if there were no birds is that we wouldn't know if one of the people that my family knows well that passed away. Like swallows, for example are always entering my house, and once they've entered it, a little while later we hear that someone like related passed away. It there were no birds than i don't know which animals will come near to let us know that the relative as one of my family do know that passed away. So, in my thoughts there is any animal or mammals that has a spirit, that co-operates with human beings of certain ethnicity. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha Lavv'aq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464368157033476119-5763945866538193811?l=mablw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/feeds/5763945866538193811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464368157033476119&amp;postID=5763945866538193811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5763945866538193811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464368157033476119/posts/default/5763945866538193811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mablw.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-there-were-no-birds.html' title='If there were no birds...'/><author><name>Stupor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726235737386536463</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></feed>
