<?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-9137495279098705694</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:26:28.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SKooL</title><subtitle type='html'>Salamat Datang!
this is a blog dedicated to skool purposes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137495279098705694.post-2988085283679176937</id><published>2007-08-06T04:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:43:23.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's not what you say it's how you say it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-2988085283679176937?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/2988085283679176937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=2988085283679176937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2988085283679176937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2988085283679176937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-not-what-you-say-its-how-you-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-7998444968202863684</id><published>2007-08-06T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:39:52.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger's Apprentice: The Burning Bridge</title><content type='html'>The story goes back to Will and his friends. The war against Margaroth was about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Will and his master were out training, when they find Margaroth's battle plans!&lt;br /&gt;Will and his friends then head of to the city of Celtica to call the people to war. When the reach the city they discover it is deserted. Will and Horace are then left alone as Ranger Gilan goes back to inform the news. They run into a girl called Evalyn...&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna spoil the whole story, but Will and Evalyn are captured, Horace manages to kill Margaroth and everyone is happy except Halt and Horace who have lost their friend and apprentice. And Evelyn is discovered to be the king's daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-7998444968202863684?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/7998444968202863684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=7998444968202863684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7998444968202863684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7998444968202863684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/08/rangers-apprentice-burning-bridge.html' title='Ranger&apos;s Apprentice: The Burning Bridge'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-2072917328006408172</id><published>2007-08-06T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:32:36.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>This is the seventh and last book of Harry Potter. In this story Harry has to set of to destroy Voldemort's soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is taken from the Dursley's place by the Order of The Pheonix. However they are intercepted by the Death Eaters. Everybody makes it to the Burrow safely except for George, who lost an ear to Snape, Mad-Eye Moody who was killed by Voldemort and Mudungus Fletcher who fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this Bill and Fluer get married. The wedding is huge. Here Harry learns about the Grindelwald symbol. The wedding is then crashed by Death Eaters who broke the security around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Ron and Hermione then set out on an epic journey to destroy the hocruxes. The story contains many twists and turns, The trio are captured by Death Eaters, they ride a dragon and Harry finds all Voldemort's souls. But can he still overthrow him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is a great read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-2072917328006408172?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/2072917328006408172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=2072917328006408172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2072917328006408172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2072917328006408172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-3645426973319488740</id><published>2007-07-25T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:58:56.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My two School Exam essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auto-biography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My first school was &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rosewood&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Downs&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Primary School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. However, during Grade One I shifted to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Glen&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Waverley&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Primary   School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I moved because we changed houses; so my brother could go to a school in that area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two years later y brother sat the Melbourne High School (MHS) entrance exam; I wanted to go back to my old school. My mother said that if my brother made it into MHS I could go back to Rosewood Downs. Fortunately he did make it in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From Grade Four to Grade Six I was at Rosewood Downs. During these years I made many friends, went through many challenges and upheld my faith. Many of my friends are still in contact with via email or/and telephone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my most memorable challenges was being House Captain of Barwon. Barwon was the blue house; houses at my school were named after famous rivers: Yarra (yellow), Rubicon (red), Golburn (green) and Barwon (blue). Despite the fact that being house captain was challenging it was also quite enjoyable, seeming my cousin and best friend were house captains as well. Two of our duties were to run the office during the breaks for at least one day, this included taking calls and making announcements over the loud speaker. Our other duty was to run assembly once a fortnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of Grade six I had a choice of going to Dandenong High, Wellington Secondary or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Minaret&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I ended up choosing Minaret but it was a hard choice seeming my friends were at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Wellington&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and I had been short-listed for the Dandenong High accelerated program&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year I am in Year Eight and I have sat the MHS entrance exam, like my brother before. I sat the exam on the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June. Now I await my results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Television: Should it be banned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Television is part of the new generation. A TV set is installed in nearly all the houses of Australians. But exactly how much good does a television really do? And how much harm does a television cause? And what would Islam say about it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Television can be either a source of education, a source of entertainment or a tool used to destroy a child’s life. How? On TV they show many informative and interesting documentaries. In these documentaries they will educate you about the subject which can range from war to religion to peace or from animals to the stars. TV can also provide us entertainment, showing us comedy shows or cartoons for children, it would be a great way to relax after a long hard day. Then again TV can also have negative impact on one’s children. On TV they do show violent content or scenes your child shouldn’t be watching. If a child does grow up watching these shows he/she may think of it normal to fight, murder, rape, steal, swear or commit adultery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Islam would definitely forbid the watching of unacceptable programs where they show inappropriate images. However, on the other hand it would probably be permissible to watch that aren’t unsuitable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This shows that television, like most things has its ups and downs. However we cannot say we should ban it just because of its downfalls. We should be optimistic and work on reducing the downfalls and improving the positives. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-3645426973319488740?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/3645426973319488740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=3645426973319488740&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3645426973319488740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3645426973319488740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-two-school-exam-essays.html' title='My two School Exam essays'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137495279098705694.post-7944928553391054658</id><published>2007-06-05T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T04:02:59.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemrat and Ariz</title><content type='html'>this is a really long incompleted story with quiet a few errors, but it still is a nice read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hemrat and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Chapter one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The union&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;He soared through the winds. He had to get away; murder was never accepted in this part of the world though it was considered normal in &lt;i style=""&gt;theirs&lt;/i&gt;. Murder was considered an odious crime in the Ended-Earth but not in Evil-Earth. He looked behind him, his pursuers were still there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Below on the forest flow Hemrat was plucking fruits for his grandmother when he heard a thunderous roar above in the skies. Trepidation nervousness spread over his body as he caught a glimpse of a magnificent green beast crashing down into the forest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;This beast was the Dragon Ariz, dragons haven’t been seen around Hemrat’s home for over a millennium, people thought them a myth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Hemrat heard a gnarl behind him. The boy spun around and to his horror he saw a Black Walverine. The walverine was a black werewolf like creature except it was fiercer and is always present meaning it doesn’t only come out at full moon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The brute was double the boy’s height; it glared at the boy with its red eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The green dragon lay motionless on the forest floor; thoughts swirled through his mind, how long would it take for the Black Walverines to find him? What did they want from him? Why was he being chased by them? Ire started to surge through the young dragon’s body, giving him refurnished energy. The dragon slowly but steadily ascended to his feet. He smelt the Walverines around him searching for his green hide. An odd scent pierced the dragon’s senses; the dragon being young did not know the scent of humans. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; realised whatever it was, must be in trouble if he could also&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;smell the walverines. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; lifted to his wings and saw a small creature wrestling with a Black Walverine. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; swooped down and caught the Walverine off guard knocking him into the forest river. The heinous creature gave one more yelp before it was drowned. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hemrat, with blood dripping down an injury he had suffered on his left arm&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; stared at the dragon with awe silently praising him with many accolades, realising a creature of legend was right in front of him. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; stared at the human in wonder thinking what this creature is called. “What is your name?” &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; enquired staring at the boy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;“My name is Hemrat of the Eastern Coldar”, replied the boy confidently, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; looked at the boys eyes and saw a fiery blaze in them. ‘This boy should be well respected’ he thought to himself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;“My name is &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; the Green Dragon of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Isolated&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A creature close by gave a heart-piercing cry. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; looked up and realised that the Black Walverines were still on his trail. “We must move Hemrat!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; lifted into the skies, Hemrat ran on the floor. The cries of the Walverines were getting closer. Hemrat felt a shadow creeping over him; he glanced up and saw the Narus, a dark dragon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Narus were much bigger and stronger than dragons, they were black and cold hearted. However dragons were more agile and wiser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The Narus was huge it blackened the ground&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It was so dark that&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a moment Hemrat couldn’t even see his own brown hands. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; was not worried, he knew the Narus, he had spent his childhood running from them; they could hardly even add one plus one. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; twirled around and dived under the Narus, “Hemrat, seize onto my tail!’ he roared to the human who was standing there flabbergasted at the&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;scene &lt;/span&gt;he witnessed before him. Hemrat hesitated and clutched onto the dragons tail with his right hand and hoisted himself up upon the dragon’s back. The Narus turned around and swooped down at the dragon, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; rose on his hind legs and elevated to his wings.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When the Narus crashed into the ground, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; smashed into the Narus’s back killing the rider and seriously injured the Narus, which would never fly again. Another roar from inside the forest was heard. The second Narus was approaching. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; looked at Hemrat with his green eyes blazing, “Hold on tight creature, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” With that the Narus and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; both mounted high into the blue for one more battle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The two superior beasts circled the skies; casting a large shadow on the floor. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; stared into the Narus’s red eyes, the evil beast’s cold voice rang out, “we have met before, haven’t we? &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ariz.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;” The last part he said it with a sinister smile on his face. Memories came back into &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt;’s of his &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Dragon&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the land surrounded by dark territory. The land where &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; was reared, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; also remembered Greday. Greday was a Narus the dragon’s age, they were the worst of enemies, and it was all Greday’s doings for &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; to be banished across the skies into the forest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; looked across at his opponent. “Greday, you will pay!” The green beast jerked down in for a dive Hemrat was caught unaware and slipped of the dragon’s back... “No!” Hemrat gave a shrill scream as he fell forward into the dark and desolate earth below him. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; looked back at his falling companion and lunged down low to fall him from hitting the Earth’s surface; the Narus took advantage of this distraction and drove in straight at the green beast. Hemrat was plummeting to the ground but was fortunately saved by Ariz. The beast behind &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; rammed into him sending &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; on another spin. Hemrat refused to let go this time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“WHAT!” steam rose from Hemrat’s nostrils, this was not possible, how could they do this to him, his own tribe and his own family. It was outrageous. The old chief stared hard at the boy, “Hemrat it was an agonising decision, but you must leave. With or without the dragon it doesn’t matter. Both of you aren’t welcome here anymore.” Hemrat looked around at the multitude of people around him. He looked at his best friend Nurraj, his head was bent down avoiding eye contact with Hemrat. “So boy, be gone!” Hemrat left the village with a heavy heart, it wasn’t his fault &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; was being chased by the Narus, and it wasn’t even &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt;’s fault he was being chased either. Hemrat sighted &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; gazing intently into the lake where the Walverine had been drowned. When &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ariz&lt;/st1:State&gt; noticed Hemrat standing quietly next to him he praised him with many accolades about his courage and bravery when they were against the Narus. Hemrat did the same to his dragon companion. The Green Dragon Ariz was however filled with questions about what type of creature Hemrat was and what he ate and how he slept, so on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-7944928553391054658?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/7944928553391054658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=7944928553391054658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7944928553391054658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7944928553391054658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/06/hemrat-and-ariz.html' title='Hemrat and Ariz'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-3015768615176507420</id><published>2007-06-05T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:59:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>"Whatever hit you was never meant to miss you, and whatever missed you was never meant to hit you"&lt;br /&gt;"What you believe is what you achieve and what you achieve is what perceive"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-3015768615176507420?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/3015768615176507420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=3015768615176507420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3015768615176507420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3015768615176507420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-8237006907711117346</id><published>2007-06-05T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:43:33.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Bull</title><content type='html'>The bull, named Bull fled into the plains. If the grass here, in  the plains, had been shorter, Bull thought he might have been seen, unfortunately for him, his black hide wasn't camouflaging  in the yellow. Fraed and Bob spotted him almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Ey, Freddy! Done dere! Da 'ittle beastie!" said Bob with a heinous enthusiasm in his voice. Their jeep plunged into the yellow plains after Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull heard the jeep tearing its way towards him. Anger surged into the now, enraged Bull with every pound of his beating heart. As Bull ran, his hooves thumping against the grassy field, he could sense the evil duo getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull found a new strength as he neared the mountain passes that loomed in front of him. It was the strength and the power one finds when ones life is in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pass intersection was dead ahead. Bull needed to make a split second decision. Right or left? His instincts said right, but he took left. Bad move, it was a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeep closed in. Fraed lifted his tranquiliser gun to shoot down 'the 'ittle beastie'. Bull had a choice: get caught or, ram through. He pounded his right hoof on the stone floor, steam rose from Bull's nostrils. He let all the rage, anger and hate that ran in his blood explode, as he rammed his horns into the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull ran, he ran for his life. He ran for freedom. But unfortunately he didn't run long. He was exhausted. The pain in his legs was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE had hardly rested for a second. The mean bull catchers, Fraed and Bob had appeared. Bull was too tired to do anything. He gave one last anguished cry for his lost freedom. Bull, once free to roam as he wished, was now a show bull in training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-8237006907711117346?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/8237006907711117346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=8237006907711117346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/8237006907711117346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/8237006907711117346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/06/raging-bull.html' title='Raging Bull'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-681208995143008042</id><published>2007-05-02T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:27:11.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Bulls</title><content type='html'>This is the last part of the Raging Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marco, the rider looked at Bull. Both of them ad made it this far. To the finals. Marco was dead on determined to win. If he did, he would hold the "World Champion Rodeo" title. Bull wanted the rider to lose. So the his friends would trust him and his plan. His plan to escape. Bull had seen so much loss and fear. He had lived a life of terror and hardship. Today was the day that, this was all going to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marco was up. He was the last rider. He had to beat 7.8 seconds to win the title and 12.7 seconds to break the record. His coach had given words of wisdom. He had been born for this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"3. 2. 1. RELEASE THE BULL!" It was Mark, the main judge who started the event. The battle between man and bull, Marco and Bull commenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Bull kicked, thrusted, swerved and snorted to get Marco off his back. two seconds passed. Bull's friends were watching from the barnyard. Waiting and waiting for the plan to unravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;His friend, Mo-hawk, the rooster stared in shock as he realised Bull was losing. Six point two seconds passed already. Time was flying. All the other bulls stared in disbelief. Would they be trapped here for the rest of their lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Seven seconds passed. Bull leaped in the air in a last act of desperation. Marco released grip from the bull from the sudden shock. He was off bull at 7.7 seconds and was flying through the air. He landed safely on his coach's lap. Everyone started to laugh at the hilarious sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Suddenly, the ground began rumbling, Marco and all the crowd looked up. Bulls were stampeding across the field, running for freedom. Bull and Mo-hawk were at the front. The evil owners, Fread and Bob picked up their shotguns. They opened fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Many bulls were lost in that escape, yet many escaped. Everyone that was present in that field would never forget those raging bulls. As for those raging bulls, they wouldn't ever, ever forget the companions they lost. Especially Mo-Hawk and Bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-681208995143008042?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/681208995143008042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=681208995143008042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/681208995143008042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/681208995143008042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/05/raging-bulls.html' title='Raging Bulls'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-6410997974779338162</id><published>2007-05-01T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:34:22.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind</title><content type='html'>To. Br Samir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know when you see my blog you'll be like: "Where are the 18 summaries?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Well heres the answer. I haven't really had alot of time to read fantasy/fictio or any type of novel and I have had even less time to summarise the novels I've read AND I've had absolutely no-time to go to the library and get new novels to read. So then what have I been doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been practicing my story writing to try out for the M.H.S exam which is approaching in about six weeks, so I have been punching out two (quality) short stories every week so I can gain experience to pass the examination. Also keep in  mind I am doing DAV debating which requires a lot of effort and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of my mis-fortunes I have been unable to do summarise, so I will publish all those stories I have written on my blog and see what other people think of them, if thats okay with you sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-6410997974779338162?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/6410997974779338162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=6410997974779338162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/6410997974779338162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/6410997974779338162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-behind.html' title='Falling Behind'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-6046459335081106515</id><published>2007-04-27T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:03:25.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dude, I have a great friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who supports me to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He helps me around every bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A *"true man" who I can depend (on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A friend I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He won't betray me and make me feel like dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An honest personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, I don't need him to make me a cuppa tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-6046459335081106515?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/6046459335081106515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=6046459335081106515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/6046459335081106515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/6046459335081106515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendz.html' title='Friendz'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-5157709373931634665</id><published>2007-04-18T05:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:28:41.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard's Eleven</title><content type='html'>(this is one of my shorter summaries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN the final part of the epic tale Peter realises the twelve pieces in his hand are the gamesmen of Barish.  He also learns that  the gamesmens bodies await them in the northen mountain. Also  Mandor's brother a Demon Huld, is gathering a huge army in Hell's Maw to challenge Peter in a massive game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one question remains, will Peter surrender the gamesmen to their bodies or keep them for himself (If you want to know the answer, read the book. Keep in mind it has many twists)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-5157709373931634665?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/5157709373931634665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=5157709373931634665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5157709373931634665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5157709373931634665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/04/wizards-eleven.html' title='Wizard&apos;s Eleven'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-8211824209476161736</id><published>2007-04-18T05:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:24:58.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Necromancer Nine</title><content type='html'>This book is the second in the Peter series of True Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book Peter is determined to find his mother, little does he know that he will also solve one of the world's greatest mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's friends Windlow the seer, Higgmary and King Mertyn have gone missing. Peter is also in search for his mother, Mavin Manyshaped. On his journey he encounters a haunted town where he uses his thirteen talent to free it from its curse (he uses the Necromancer talent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Peter finds his mother he also learns of two new relatives, his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together Peter and his mother Mavin plunge into the lands of Magicians (the place where all the dissapearing people are taken). To try free all the captives. Here Peter learns more about his talents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-8211824209476161736?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/8211824209476161736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=8211824209476161736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/8211824209476161736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/8211824209476161736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/04/necromancer-nine.html' title='Necromancer Nine'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-1762900795351959772</id><published>2007-04-18T05:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:18:47.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King's Blood Four</title><content type='html'>King's Blood Four is the introduction to a massive series based in the land of True Game.&lt;br /&gt;King's Blood Four, Necromancer Nine and Wizard's Eleven all focus on Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is a student that is learning how to play the "True Game." In the story Peter's family is mysterious he was born nine months in "festival" and left on the doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Peter is 15 and a new festival is approaching. Peter is with his three friends: Chance, Yarrel and Prince Mandor. Chance and Yarrel were a bit  busy so Peter stayed with Mandor. Mandor made Peter drunk and then he (Mandor) challenged the King (also leader of the school) Mertyn.  Mandor then uses Peter by trying to sacrifice him, but the King didn't let Peter die, so he broke the rules and attacked Mandor instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was sent away with Chance and Yarrel to find a "seer" (someone who can see the future) Windlow.   The trio go through many challenges, in the middle they find Windlow and they escape back home. But a war is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the war Peter finds out Mandor was an evil man who was trying to rule all the lands.&lt;br /&gt;Peter also finds his talents (his talent was using some ancient peices to perform any of the twelve talents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter also has a brief meeting with his mother, Mavin Manyshaped. A Shifter. Whcih mean Peter has two talents, Shifting and the mysterious 13th talent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-1762900795351959772?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/1762900795351959772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=1762900795351959772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1762900795351959772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1762900795351959772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/04/kings-blood-four.html' title='King&apos;s Blood Four'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-5486480958637199385</id><published>2007-04-18T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:50:44.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger's Apprentice: The Ruins of Gorlan</title><content type='html'>The main character in this story is Will. Will is small for his age, he has no parents. When he was sent to the castle as a baby, there was a note pinned on his chest  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his mother died at childbirth. His father died a hero." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will heard this, he imagined his father as a strong warrior. So Will wanted to join the battle-school. The battle-school rejected him.  So did everyone else.  Except,  Halt  the Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News comes around that two Kalkara (beasts) have been hunting down renown leaders. Halt and Will set of to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Will saves everybody, by firing at the kalkara with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is then offered to join battle-school, but turns the offer down and continues training with Halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halt tells Will who is father was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-5486480958637199385?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/5486480958637199385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=5486480958637199385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5486480958637199385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5486480958637199385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/04/rangers-apprentice-ruins-of-gorlan.html' title='Ranger&apos;s Apprentice: The Ruins of Gorlan'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-3845643925530175551</id><published>2007-03-13T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:50:01.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Love for your brother what you love for yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"A man came to the Prophet Muhammad (saw) and said: “O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship?” The Prophet(saw) said: ' Your mother.' The man said: “Then who?” The Prophet(saw) said: ' Then your mother. ' The man further asked: “Then who?” The Prophet(saw) said: ' Then your mother. ' The man asked again: “Then who?” The Prophet(saw) said: ' Then your father. '"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"...Do not betray, do not be excessive, do not kill a newborn child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"It is better for a leader to make a mistake in forgiving than to make a mistake in punishing. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The best among you are those who are best to their wives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There is a reward for kindness to every living animal or human."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There is a reward in every living thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-3845643925530175551?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/3845643925530175551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=3845643925530175551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3845643925530175551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3845643925530175551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/03/islamic-quotes.html' title='Islamic Quotes'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-1466865170438134423</id><published>2007-03-13T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:26:35.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books for March</title><content type='html'>This is my March booklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The True Game- King's Blood Four&lt;br /&gt;                               - Necromancer Nine&lt;br /&gt;                               - Wizard's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;2. Mandragora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-1466865170438134423?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/1466865170438134423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=1466865170438134423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1466865170438134423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1466865170438134423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/03/books-for-march.html' title='Books for March'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-5041769620335428628</id><published>2007-03-13T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:23:08.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irregular verbs dictionary</title><content type='html'>for english we had to find a list of irregular verbs, I found one using google, but I can't put it onto my blog. so here is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.englishpage.com/irregularverbs/irregularverbs.html"&gt;http://www.englishpage.com/irregularverbs/irregularverbs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-5041769620335428628?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/5041769620335428628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=5041769620335428628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5041769620335428628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5041769620335428628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/03/irregular-verbs-dictionary.html' title='Irregular verbs dictionary'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-7051163249578684374</id><published>2007-02-28T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:16:34.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaries: Return of The King</title><content type='html'>This is my last and final post for the month&lt;br /&gt;J.R.R Tolkein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return of the King is the ending of the whole story the Lord of The Rings in the end of the story. It is abou the final war against Gondor and Sauron's army. And Aragon is crowned King of Gondor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring is also destroyed with Gollum, Frodo loses a finger (Gollum bit it off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saruman destroys the Shire but then is killed by Wormtongue who is in turn shot by hobbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Merry, Pippin and Frodo recover the Shire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frodo and Gandalf along with some elves leave Middle-Earth because the Third Age has passed and their enemy defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would Recomend the Lord of The Rings series to anyone who really enjoys a good book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-7051163249578684374?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/7051163249578684374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=7051163249578684374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7051163249578684374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/7051163249578684374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/summaries-return-of-king.html' title='Summaries: Return of The King'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-4664512720689192102</id><published>2007-02-28T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:10:12.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaries: LOTR: the Two Towers</title><content type='html'>The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;J.R.R Tolkein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the second book in a series but is intended to be the middle part of a whole book which was separated into the LOTR series. It is very difficult to wrtie a summary about a story starting from the middle, so I will write the main events that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book III&lt;br /&gt;This book is based on The Fellowship and the return of Gandalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the main events in each chapter&lt;br /&gt;1. Boromir is found dying by Aragon. Boromir tells Aragon that the Orcs have captured the Hobbits (Merry and Pippin) however he then passes away. Legolas, Gimli and Aragon put Boromir's body with his armor on a boat and send it off to down the river. They then set off to find Merry and Pippin instead of Frodo and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They chase after the orcs finding many clues about where they are headed when they see the Company of Rohan which is lead by Eamor. Eamor informs them that the orcs had been slain and none left alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In this chapter it shows how Merry and Pippin were captured and how they escaped from the Orcs during the Riders of Rohan's raid. Also Merry and Pippin escape into the Fangorn Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Merry and Pippin meet the great Ent Treebeard and tells him their story. Treebeard calls all the other Ents to a council called an Entmoot. The two Hobbits meanwhile rest. The Ents decide to go and attack Isengard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aragon and companion find an old man who they thought to be the wicked Saruman of Isnegard but they then realise Gandalf has come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gandalf cures the King of Rohan (Theadon) who was under the curse of Saruman and also e kicks out Wormtongue who was Saruman's undercover spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The army of Rohan and the army of Saruman clash in Helm's Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The fellowship (Aragon and companions) set off to Isengard, where they find Merry and Pippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Merry and Pippin tell the story of how the Ents overtook Isengard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Saruman uses his magical voice to try persuade the Riders of Rohan to leave the "old man" alone, Theadon nearly falls for his trick when he is rescued by gandalf.&lt;br /&gt;Wormtongue throws the palantir (something like a crystal ball) which misses its target, Gandalf but goes to Pippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pippin looks into the palantir and sees Sauron. Gandalf tells Pippin the story about the palantir and to gether they head of to Minas Tirith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gollum is captured by Frodo and Sam&lt;br /&gt;2. The ring bearers venture through the Dead Marshes&lt;br /&gt;3. The group arrive at the gate of Mordor, Gollum pleads them not to go in for it is too dangerous, and to travel south.&lt;br /&gt;4. Together they arrive the 'satisfying' country of Ithilien. Sam asks Gollum to catch rabbits to cook; the smoke from the fire causes them to be noticed by some men of Gondor led by Faramir (Boromir's brother).&lt;br /&gt;5. Frodo and Sam are taken by Faramir's men and they are blindfolded on their way to Faramir's hiding spot. Farmir learns from Frodo how Boromir died.&lt;br /&gt;6. Faramir tells Frodo they have seen Gollum at the Forbidden pool and that he will die. Frodo saves him from being shot by Faramir's men.&lt;br /&gt;7.  The trio depart from Faramir. They travel to the crossroad of the road east between Osgiliath and Minas Morgul.&lt;br /&gt;8. They see a large army of orcs leaving Minas Morgul.&lt;br /&gt;9. Gollum betrays Frodo and Sam to the Great spider Shelob.&lt;br /&gt;10. Frodo is taken prisnor by the orcs. Sam slips on the magical ring and listens to the orcs talking about his master. Sam discovers that he (Frodo) is still alive. He was very happy for he thought that Frodo had been killed by Shelob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-4664512720689192102?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/4664512720689192102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=4664512720689192102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/4664512720689192102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/4664512720689192102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/summaries-lotr-two-towers.html' title='Summaries: LOTR: the Two Towers'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-532318602762946598</id><published>2007-02-28T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:12:04.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaries: Danny the Champion of the World</title><content type='html'>This is my third summary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny the Champion of the World&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's mother died when he was four months old so Danny lived with his father in a Gypsy caravan. Danny's father was an engineer and Danny loved to do engineering as well. That is why he did not start school until he was seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's neighbor was a greedy man named Mr. Hazel who wanted to try remove Danny and his father from their small piece of land and then buy it for himself. He tried very hard to get them out, so that is why Danny's father had a very heavy grudge on him. When Danny  turns nin years old his father starts to poach Mrr. Hazel's pheasonts. One night Danny finds out what his father is doing and is shocked. His father however explains his history of family poaching and how they don't use guns but rasins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and his father want to get revenge on Mr. Hazel who was being so rude to them. SO together they make a plan to steal ALL of his pheasonts. But on question remains; will they succeed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-532318602762946598?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/532318602762946598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=532318602762946598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/532318602762946598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/532318602762946598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/summaries-danny-champion-of-world.html' title='Summaries: Danny the Champion of the World'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-3147406903579068763</id><published>2007-02-27T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:53:51.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY auto-biographical essay/ peice of writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My name is Omar Haniffa. I was born in Kuwait 1993. This is my 'story.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be born in January 1994, however I was born one day earlier (December 31st 1993) due to a unfortunate event.&lt;br /&gt;I had twisted the umbelical cord around my neck and was strangling myself in my mother's womb. The doctors had to cut open my mother's stomach and take me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Early Years: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;During my early years of life I did some pretty silly things. To give an example: Once I covered myself in talcum powder and ascended to the top of my dad's desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also when my sister was born, (just before I turned two) I was sitting with my father watching wrestling on television. I was fasinated by the moves the wrestlers performed so during the break I went to perform the 'belly flop' on my sister. I climbed up, to the top of my sister's cot and I was about to jump when fortunately my father stopped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Primary School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I started my primary school at Rosewood Downs and then during grade one I shifted to Glen Waverley however by the start of grade four I was back to Rosewood Downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;During my primary school time I made lots of friends and I have stayed in contact with most of them via E-mail. Also in Rosewood Downs I was elected house captain alongside with my cousin (who was in the same house as me) and my best friend (in a different house). By being house captain we had the privelage of doing office-duty. It was a very good experience working in the office, taking phone calls and helping younger kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1st year at Secondary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Changing from primary to secondary was a huge change for me, when I was changing I had a choice of schools: Wellington, Haileybury and Minaret. I chose Minaret because it was a school for muslims, but that meant I had to leave my best friend who headed off to Haileybury and my cousin who goes to Wellington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Year Seven was a good year for me. I made four good friends: Javid.M, Hamid, Razzak and Samad. My favourite class was Mathematics because we had the best teacher Mrs. Mehar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My life now is realy great. This year I plan to sit for the exam to get into Melbourne High so I can beat my brother's score of 98.9 in VCE. After that I want to get a job as an author and a zoo-ologist/enviromentalist/bio-ologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-3147406903579068763?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/3147406903579068763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=3147406903579068763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3147406903579068763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/3147406903579068763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-auto-biographical-essay-peice-of.html' title='MY auto-biographical essay/ peice of writing'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-2758956585837882335</id><published>2007-02-27T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:59:02.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaries: The Other Wind</title><content type='html'>This was the first summary I wrote I hope I will write it as good as I did in class, well here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho Other Wind&lt;br /&gt;Ursula Le Guin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fifth story in the Earthsea series which began in 'Wizard of Earthsea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with Alder, a village socerer who mends pots. Alder has troubling dreams about his dead wife in the land of the dead speaking to him also known as the Dry Land. In the Dry Land the grass never grows, the stars never move, families and friends pass each other without even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;The dead ask Alder to free them from the place so they can return to Earthsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alder seeks advice of the wizards who send him to Ged the ex-Archmage. Ged (who is the main character of the first book) tells him to see his wife Tenar (main character of second book), Tehanu (a Burnt Child who is supposedly a Dragon) and the King of Havnor (main character in third book). On their journey they are accompanied by Irien a fierce dragon who can look like a human (presumably Tehanu's sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group head off on the journey to unravel the mystery of the dead. It seems that Alder the mender of pots will have to mend the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-2758956585837882335?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/2758956585837882335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=2758956585837882335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2758956585837882335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2758956585837882335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/summaries-other-wind.html' title='Summaries: The Other Wind'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-756077900090640501</id><published>2007-02-27T03:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:18:06.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaries: The Hobbit</title><content type='html'>These are my Summaries, they won't be as good as the actual real document because I can't remember everything I wrote and I did not re-read the books plus I read the books over 2-3 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit:&lt;br /&gt;Author J.R.R Tolkein&lt;br /&gt;'The Hobbit' is a story based on a hobbit (a creature that looks like a human with curly hair and is only 4 foot tall) by the name of Bilbo Baggins. Bilbo was a very respected hobbit in his comunity because he never went on any adventures of any sort nor did he do peculiar things.(Hobbits are creatures that do not like to go on adventures, however they like to listen to stories about adventures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why this book is very special because it is about Mr. Baggins first adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilbo is taken by Gandalf the Grey (a Wizard from the story) and thirteen dwarves on a mission to regain the 'Lonely Mountain' which the dwarves had lost to the dragon Smaug. Bilbo is the burglar of the group.&lt;br /&gt;During the adventure Bilbo discovers how interesting adventures are but he still wishes to be home in his comfy chair by the fire. Also on the journey Bilbo meets strange people like Gollum. Bilbo also learns wisdom and becomes very courageous (shown in the end where he betrays the dwarves to try stop the war).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reccomend this book to people of all ages because it is very interesting and is also very exciting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-756077900090640501?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/756077900090640501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=756077900090640501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/756077900090640501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/756077900090640501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/summaries-hobbit.html' title='Summaries: The Hobbit'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-5826885414131824290</id><published>2007-02-23T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:54:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sallams, these are some quotes we have come up with at class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"An eye for an eye will only make the world blinder"&lt;br /&gt;"Hope is necessary in every condition"&lt;br /&gt;"A happy man is too satisfied in the present to dwell enough in the future"&lt;br /&gt;"One action is worth more than a thousand words"&lt;br /&gt;"Try your hardest to make it the furthest"&lt;br /&gt;"A lie goes half way around the world before the truth &lt;em&gt;even &lt;/em&gt;has a chance to put its pants on"&lt;br /&gt;"Everyman has to defeat taste"&lt;br /&gt;"If not today , there is always tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"Be great in act. As you have been great in thought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Eat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Healthy, Live Healthy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Don't bite more than you can chew"&lt;br /&gt;"Jannah (heaven) is surrounded by Difficulties, while Jahanam (hell) is surrounded by ease"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The seat of knowledge is in the head, while wisdom is in the heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A person who makes no mistakes has never tried anything new"&lt;br /&gt;"If you think education is expensive, Try ignorance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The most honest Greatness lies within being Kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The most honest wisdom lies within a happy mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-5826885414131824290?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/5826885414131824290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=5826885414131824290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5826885414131824290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5826885414131824290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-5062278583056911293</id><published>2007-02-20T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:13:25.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a Poem about me&lt;br /&gt;I call it StreeterZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Omar and I am proud to be&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;But what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;A lemon tree?&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;Or Bruce Lee?&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is my religion&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;Yawll* know that! *you all&lt;br /&gt;I am a man&lt;br /&gt;That ain't meaning I am a brat&lt;br /&gt;I am a man!&lt;br /&gt;or a cat,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on a mat.&lt;br /&gt;It means.........&lt;br /&gt;I AM A MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-5062278583056911293?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/5062278583056911293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=5062278583056911293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5062278583056911293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/5062278583056911293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Omar.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137495279098705694.post-1892802002656081082</id><published>2007-02-19T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:13:56.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Every Month we must read five books and then write out five book summaries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The five books that I have chosen to read, well now I have read:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Other Wind by Ursula Le Guin.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hobbit by Tolkein.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two Towers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Danny the Champion of the World.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Return of The King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have read all books except return of the king, I will start summarizing tomorrow, I have already finished two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-1892802002656081082?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/1892802002656081082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=1892802002656081082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1892802002656081082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/1892802002656081082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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-9137495279098705694.post-2141464914341102106</id><published>2007-02-19T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:09:25.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>For English we must find  a Quote for every class, (the Quote of the Day) so at the end of each week I will Submit my favourite Quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137495279098705694-2141464914341102106?l=omarzskool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/feeds/2141464914341102106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137495279098705694&amp;postID=2141464914341102106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2141464914341102106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137495279098705694/posts/default/2141464914341102106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarzskool.blogspot.com/2007/02/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Omar.</name><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></feed>
