<?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-8043096934393670532</id><updated>2011-08-18T15:34:58.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043096934393670532.post-1880102154954924991</id><published>2010-09-08T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:06:35.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cereses facts about happy the dwarf in the production</title><content type='html'>Some Strengths which Happy may exhibit in a Group Meeting:&lt;br /&gt;• Happy is very likable, warm, and energetic &lt;br /&gt;• Happys are supportive of the leader, group members, and task at hand happy responds quickly to request from leader to do an exercise or help out &lt;br /&gt;• Happy promptly completes any assignments given &lt;br /&gt;• Happy nods affirmatively and expresses positive interest  &lt;br /&gt;How do you know when you have a Happy in your meeting?&lt;br /&gt;• Happy smiles a lot at everyone, particularly the leader &lt;br /&gt;• Happy frequently tries to catch leader's eye, and tries to maintain eye contact with leader &lt;br /&gt;• Happy takes seat to the leader's right if it is available &lt;br /&gt;• Happy generally agrees with the leader &lt;br /&gt;Some Difficult Behaviors which Happy dwarf may exhibit in a Group Meeting:&lt;br /&gt;• Happy is overly cooperative &lt;br /&gt;• Happy likes everything; gives high ratings all the time &lt;br /&gt;• Happy says, "Yes, I agree, Me, too!" &lt;br /&gt;• Happy tries to guess right answer and complies with imagined correct response &lt;br /&gt;• Happy is focussed on leader vs. materials or others in the room &lt;br /&gt;Assumed Feelings Underlying BOTH Strengths and Weaknesses for Happy:&lt;br /&gt;• Happy has fear of abandonment &lt;br /&gt;• Happy wants to show self as unique &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;• Happy is afraid to risk loss of love to assert his ideas &lt;br /&gt;How to Leverage Happy dwarf Strengths:&lt;br /&gt;• Happy does best in a fun, whimsical environment &lt;br /&gt;• They respond particularly well to recognition and support &lt;br /&gt;• When needed, Happy loves to help the leader with any task &lt;br /&gt;• Happy-dwarf people are good to call upon first for an answer - they want to please and can be used to model appropriate behavior in the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;Potential Interventions to Diffuse Happy Problems:&lt;br /&gt;• Reconfirm interest in divergent responses - for example: "You can only please me by helping me do my job, which is to ensure that all opinions are expressed. We need the whole picture even if there are some aspects you think might be insignificant." &lt;br /&gt;• Remind group of the value of the individual &lt;br /&gt;• Praise difference of opinion &lt;br /&gt;• Move away from him to give him freedom to disagree &lt;br /&gt;• Maintain approving eye contact&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-1880102154954924991?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1880102154954924991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/cereses-facts-about-happy-dwarf-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/1880102154954924991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/1880102154954924991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/cereses-facts-about-happy-dwarf-in.html' title='cereses facts about happy the dwarf in the production'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-6319759948281651017</id><published>2010-09-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:03:45.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived three little black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;They had built a house so that they could live in it together. There was a river on their property and there was a bridge over the river. &lt;br /&gt;The first morning when they woke up all the grass had died on one side of the river so they crossed the bridge, when the first little black sheep was half way over the river they heard a rumble.&lt;br /&gt;From under the bridge a voice called&lt;br /&gt; “It is me! the mighty big troll.”&lt;br /&gt;So the three little black sheep went &lt;br /&gt;back inside and were very hungry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next morning   they  went  to  the  bridge  very,  very  early,  to buy some  some  bacon  and  egg’s  while the Troll  was still  asleep.&lt;br /&gt;They tiptoed through the ditch hoping troll wouldn’t hear them.&lt;br /&gt;But from under the bridge a voice called&lt;br /&gt; “It is me! the mighty big troll.”  And  if  you  come  over  my  bridge  I  will  eat  you  up   So  the three  little  black  sheep  went  home  and  were  very   very  hungry          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  then  built  a  house  and  lived  happily  ever  after.The end.                    &lt;br /&gt;               By    Tahlei      Grierson. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-6319759948281651017?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6319759948281651017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-upon-time-there-lived-three-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/6319759948281651017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/6319759948281651017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-upon-time-there-lived-three-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-4409909433457795930</id><published>2010-09-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:56:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a  time  a girl lived with her  mother and her sisters in a  fale. One day little pink riding hood wanted to go to her grandmother in the  bush  but  there was a big angry  dog in the  bush. He was hiding behind a coconut tree watching little pink riding hood.&lt;br /&gt;He followed her to grandmother’s fale where grandmother was sick in bed.  Grandmother saw the big angry dog and she was scared so she hid under her bed. The angry dog went into grandma’s house &amp; got into her bed. The little pink riding   hood arrived at Grandmother fale and went to Grandmother   bed.  Oh Grandmother, said the little pink riding hood “what big ears you  have”  “all the better to hear you  with, my dear “ said the big angry dog. Oh; Grandmother said little  pink riding hood what big eyes you have  all  the better to see you  with  my  dear said  the big   angry dog  but Grandmother  cried  little Pink Riding Hood  what big teeth  you  have all  the better to  eat  you up with my  dear   growled the  big angry dog.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly grandmother jumped out from under the bed. She grabbed the wood cutters chain saw and sliced the dog into bits of pieces and hit angry dog over the head &amp; buried him in her garden.&lt;br /&gt;The end  &lt;br /&gt;By  Millernetta Tupu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-4409909433457795930?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4409909433457795930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-pink-riding-hood-once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/4409909433457795930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/4409909433457795930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-pink-riding-hood-once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-3870655499858309344</id><published>2010-09-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:52:50.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy-racers should be banned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone I’m here to talk to you about Boy-racers and why we should ban them for their unhappy lives.&lt;br /&gt;They should be banned because they make a mess from crashes and the broken glass. It could pop our tires also the smell of burning rubber. There are skid marks left on our roads it’s terrible. &lt;br /&gt;I believe this because our roads aren’t safe anymore .there has been glass left behind and it can cut our feet if we have no shoes .also we have them on our roads when we probably don’t know. My other reason is that where not getting any sleep at night because you can hear them racing you can also hear them breaking glass and in the morning we might cut ourselves if where NOT careful. I also believe this because our loved ones are dying in these horrible things and our money is spent on funerals and tangis when it could be for going on holiday. Boy racers think it’s cool to race around like mad idiots. But they’re wrong because it’s ruining our community and their polluting the air. So are you convinced because im certainly convinced  By&lt;br /&gt;Tahlia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-3870655499858309344?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3870655499858309344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/boy-racers-should-be-banned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/3870655499858309344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/3870655499858309344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/boy-racers-should-be-banned.html' title='Boy-racers should be banned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-8222013181199046196</id><published>2010-08-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:28:40.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little red rotten hood</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little girl named little red rotten hood who was going to make a bowl of  porridge when she suddenly ran out of sugar so she went to her grannies and the rotten smell followed here through the forest.&lt;br /&gt; The big bad wolf liked the power of stink so he followed her to grannies she knocked on the door no answer she turned around there he was licking his lips IM GANA EAT YOU stinky red ahhh she screamed so she ran as quick as possible know one was there the big bad wolf took a big sniff and hunted her down&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-8222013181199046196?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8222013181199046196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-red-rotten-hood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/8222013181199046196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/8222013181199046196'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-4818687787162021498?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4818687787162021498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-prodution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/4818687787162021498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/4818687787162021498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-prodution.html' title='our prodution'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-604580181211412643</id><published>2010-08-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:24:16.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7's teams</title><content type='html'>We have been training &amp; practicing for our 7's teams like soccer hockey netball ripper rugby &amp; miniball and were facing Te Puke primery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-604580181211412643?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/604580181211412643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/08/7s-teams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/604580181211412643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/604580181211412643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/08/7s-teams.html' title='7&apos;s teams'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</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-8043096934393670532.post-5289972106711294103</id><published>2010-07-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:18:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlold vists Fairhaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWo6tp8wfuk/TFoBJXLgh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7pTS7ox6bpI/s1600/harold.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501711155139217362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWo6tp8wfuk/TFoBJXLgh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7pTS7ox6bpI/s320/harold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to Harold the hilarious giraffe to see his funny jokes and the most important learning all about friends the teacher of life education lea we learned all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility(we had a whole chart full:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-5289972106711294103?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5289972106711294103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/07/harlold-vists-fairhaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/5289972106711294103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/5289972106711294103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/07/harlold-vists-fairhaven.html' title='Harlold vists Fairhaven'/><author><name>Room 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691840419510833098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWo6tp8wfuk/TFoBJXLgh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7pTS7ox6bpI/s72-c/harold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043096934393670532.post-6408785223974004658</id><published>2010-03-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:23:22.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a hot Summers day - by Clyde Morris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My feet remember the rock hard concrete burning my feet,&lt;br /&gt;My legs remember constantly prevailing as we waited to be welcomed into the Marae,&lt;br /&gt;My body remembers the soft breeze going down my shirt and tingling my spine,&lt;br /&gt;My arms remember swaying to and fro as I waslked into the Marae,&lt;br /&gt;My hands remember feeling nervous as I strolled,&lt;br /&gt;My face remembers the hot summer's breeze in the Marae,&lt;br /&gt;My mind remembers the Marae again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8043096934393670532-6408785223974004658?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6408785223974004658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-hot-summers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8043096934393670532/posts/default/6408785223974004658'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My legs remember kicking Pratistha as I rolled over on the soft, single mattress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My body remembers dozing on the hot sandy beach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My arms remember creating a sea turtle out of sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My hands remember grabbing the cold hard floor inside the marae,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My face remembers sweat dripping down from the beaming hot sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;My mind remembers the latest night of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;That marae trip will encourage me to learn  more about the maori culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8043096934393670532-5520568292543471175?l=room3fairhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5520568292543471175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://room3fairhaven.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-boring-restless-sunday-morning-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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