<?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-8939571541980545555</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:20.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>klaudia93</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-1488148550689644241</id><published>2009-05-12T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:36:10.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple cookies</title><content type='html'>ingredients&lt;br /&gt; -two glasses of flour&lt;br /&gt;-20 dag. Marge&lt;br /&gt;-one egg&lt;br /&gt;-one yolk&lt;br /&gt;-1 oy of yeast&lt;br /&gt;-one spoon of sugar&lt;br /&gt;-0,5 glass of creamy&lt;br /&gt;-vanilla aroma&lt;br /&gt;-50 dag sour apple&lt;br /&gt; -10 dag castor sugar&lt;br /&gt;-salt&lt;br /&gt; Mix yeast with sugar ang marde. Add flour. Chop all mixture and add one egg and one yolk. After that add creamy, little salt and vanilla aroma. Kmead mass to make plain cake. Roll this cake to three centimeters. Use a special form to cut cookies. Peel apples and cut to pieces and loy one piece on each cookie. Take a bakingtray and spread magre on it. Put the cookies in a troy and place it in oven. Set the oven to 190 C and bake for 15 minuts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-1488148550689644241?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/1488148550689644241/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=1488148550689644241' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/1488148550689644241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/1488148550689644241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/apple-cookies.html' title='Apple cookies'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-3010659821677703370</id><published>2009-05-06T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:24:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'MS Shell Dlg 2'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;Easter is a very important festival for every Christian. On Ash Wednesday we start waiting for Resurrection of Jesus. Every Friday people fast and don’t eat meat or sweet, fatty food. On Palm Sunday (Sunday before Easter) we go to the church with colourful palms. Good Week is a quite busy time People dust and vacuum. Long time takes cooking. Traditional polish food is so delicious! There always are cheesecake, poppy-seed cake and crisp cake on our tables. On Good Friday Christians commemorate crucifixion of Jesus by walking and praying through town’s roads. On Good Saturday we go to the church with family. We prepare Easter basket. In the midst of basket there are a piece of sausage, a slice of  bread, some soil and paper, hand-painted eggs. We share food and wish health, money and luck to our family and friends on Sunday, when we eat special breakfast. I like this festival very much. It’s happy and we often have a good weather. &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/8939571541980545555-3010659821677703370?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/3010659821677703370/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=3010659821677703370' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/3010659821677703370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/3010659821677703370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-6018748553906424424</id><published>2009-05-05T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:45:58.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegatarianism</title><content type='html'>Vegetarianism is a kind of diet. During this diet you don't eat meat. Instead of meat you can eat eggs,pasta,vegetables and frut. If you are a child you can't be vegetarian because it is not good for you health. Meat contains mikroelements, which are very important for your  growth. My friend wanted to be a vegetarian but her mum didn't agree. This diet is good for adults. Especially if They are over weight. Vegetarianism helps theme to loose on weight and reduce fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-6018748553906424424?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/6018748553906424424/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=6018748553906424424' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/6018748553906424424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/6018748553906424424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegatarianism.html' title='Vegatarianism'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-7564572621115975726</id><published>2009-05-05T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:48:05.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-7564572621115975726?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/7564572621115975726/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=7564572621115975726' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/7564572621115975726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/7564572621115975726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/carnival_05.html' title=''/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-5371619444332227646</id><published>2009-05-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:31:13.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>Carnival starts on Epiphany. That's 6 th of January in Poland. In Poland the most popular day is the last Saturday of carnival. People dress up. They go to parties. Everyone has a lot of fun. Children go from house to house and sing songs and get candies. Two days before that day we have Fat Thursday. In this day we eat doughnuts. Carnival always ends on Tuesday and after that day we have Ash Wednesday. Carnival in Poland consists of these special days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-5371619444332227646?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/5371619444332227646/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=5371619444332227646' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5371619444332227646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5371619444332227646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-5333752975173690215</id><published>2009-05-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:30:19.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time. There was a little girl. Her name was Bell. She lived in a small village. She didn't have mother. Her mother died when she was three. She was raised by her father.They led a simple life in an old cottage house. She didn't have many friends. Bell wanted to help her father so she carried water from a stream to the house. One day, when the girl was sitting at the stream, she saw fairies on the flower. She was shocked and excited. And silently went there. Little faries were scared and ran away. She used to go there every day to hide in the bush and watch the fairies. Faries played and sang songs. Faries didn't know that they were observed. One day she came very close to them and said softly:" Don't be afraid, I'm your friend". They started talking. Bell told them the story of her life. They felt sorry for Bell and they gave her a magic ring. Bell thanked for the ring and went home.That night she had a fantastic dream. She dreamt that she lived in beautiful house with many friends. When she opened her eyes the dream came true. She ran to the stream to thank fariests for the ring. But she was never seen there again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-5333752975173690215?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/5333752975173690215/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=5333752975173690215' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5333752975173690215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5333752975173690215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-3287751405177237975</id><published>2009-01-21T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:21:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip of my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trip of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of dreams but my favourite is one is to go to China. People in China are very different from us. They have slopping eyes and they are shorter than us. I really want to try chinese food. Chinese have a lot of sea food in their menu. They have a lot of kinds of spices. The first thing to do on my trip to China is to go to Loda bin restaurant in Hong Kong. After that I hope to visit an institute for panda in bamboo growe. There I can observe many pandas families. China is the only place in the world where you can watch these fantastic animals in their natural enviroment. It’s really worth visiteing this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-3287751405177237975?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/3287751405177237975/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=3287751405177237975' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/3287751405177237975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/3287751405177237975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-of-my-dreams.html' title='The trip of my dreams'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-7610847620144990948</id><published>2008-12-18T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:36:03.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>A few days before Christmast organise a party at school. We give small presents to each other. This year we bought a juice extractor for our teacher;) but don’t tell her!- it’s a suprise.We sing carols together and decorate Christmas tree in class. I decorate my Christmas tree at home, too. At school we have fake Christmas tree but at home I have real in a pot. I usually buy my tree two days before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I always spend Christmas with my family. We usually go to the mountains and spend Christmas Eve in Wisła. My aunt with her doughters also come there. We eat Christmas supper and listen to carols. At 5 p.m. Santa Clause arrives and gives presents to children. They call him Święty Mikołaj in Polish. Small children believe that he is real but I know that my presents come from my parents. I also buy presensts for them. I like getting cosmetics and practical presents. After supper I go to church. The mass starts at midnight. This mass is called “Pasterka” for shepherds who came to Betlejem to greet Jesus. I like Christmas because it is a very great time for family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-7610847620144990948?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/7610847620144990948/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=7610847620144990948' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/7610847620144990948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/7610847620144990948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-2982527417084567521</id><published>2008-11-04T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:25:34.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>British people celebrate Halloween on 31st October. Some time ago villagers believed that ghosts could come to their houses at nigtht. People were afraid and wanted to scare the monsters. Today children dress up as witches, monsters and ghosts. They make lanterns from pumpkins and play ‘trick’ or ‘treat’. They visit their neighbours and get sweets or money.If  they don’t get anything they play malicious trick. Usually people organise parties and parades. Everyone has a lot of fun:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-2982527417084567521?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/2982527417084567521/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=2982527417084567521' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/2982527417084567521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/2982527417084567521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-6136630189092291625</id><published>2008-06-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:27:42.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams:)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people think "What will happen in the future?" I don’t know what I want to do in the future. Maybe I will be an intelligent businesswoman, or a pretty actress. Everybody wants to have a lot of money but it isn’t the most important for me. My dream is to have a fantastic family.Now I have a wonderful family but when I am a grown-up will I have my own brilliant husband?.I hope I will have two children. So when I have kids and a husband we will have to have a house with a garden. This house doesn't have to be big but it will be cosy. My dream is to be a good person. If  in the future I am even a model I will be only happy if  I am loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-6136630189092291625?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/6136630189092291625/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=6136630189092291625' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/6136630189092291625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/6136630189092291625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dreams.html' title='My dreams:)'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-5051398512210704007</id><published>2008-05-05T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:00:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friendship means a lot to me. I don't like being alone. That's why all important or funny things I do with my friends. We learn together, we play together, we go on holiday together... My best friend is Michalina. She's 14. She is my best friend because she helps me in everything. I can always count on her and she can always count on me. She is never angry with me. We don't argue with each other and I feel good in her company:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-5051398512210704007?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/5051398512210704007/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=5051398512210704007' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5051398512210704007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/5051398512210704007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship-frendship-means-lot-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-76167895109036215</id><published>2008-04-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:52:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading books</title><content type='html'>Reading books has been with us all the time and now we are begining to think that the world can exist without it. We don't read books , we watch films instead. But does it make any sense? I think it doesn't. Reading develops our imagination and widen our knowledge. The film doesn't offer such things. We watch films and everything is interpreted for us. For me reading is magic because you can carry yourself into another world. Sometimes when I read books I feel like the hero of the book. I have the same thoughts, behaviour, I'm afraid of the same things. When I watch films I don't have such emotions.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite book is a Harry Potter. I saw the film as well. Many details were omitted. The book is more interesting because it describes each movement of a hero very precisely and actors intrpreted the book by theirselves and finally I can say I know two different stories about Harry Potter- one is the book and the other one is the film&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-76167895109036215?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/76167895109036215/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=76167895109036215' title='Komentarze (1)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/76167895109036215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/76167895109036215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/04/reading-books.html' title='Reading books'/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939571541980545555.post-1072909698973833218</id><published>2008-04-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:43:37.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog. I want to tell you something about myself. My names is Klaudia. I'm 15 years old. I'm Polish. I live in Pabianice this is small town but many fantastic people live there.&lt;br /&gt;I have long blond hair and green eyes. In my free time I meet my friends and I listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite kind of music is pop and hip-hop. I like playing volleyball. I'm an only child but I have a lot of friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- apple my favourite fruit&lt;br /&gt;B- Brad Pitt he is a talented actor&lt;br /&gt;C- charming every day&lt;br /&gt;D- "Diary" the best film in the world, Damian my fantastic boyfriend:P&lt;br /&gt;E- eeeee.. i haven't got any idea :P&lt;br /&gt;F- Fritz my German friend&lt;br /&gt;G- green this is coulor of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;H- Harry Potter the best book&lt;br /&gt;I- Ice-crem I love it!&lt;br /&gt;J- joke I like playing jokes on somebody&lt;br /&gt;K- Klaudia my name&lt;br /&gt;L- luck I have got it:)&lt;br /&gt;M- Michalina my best friend!:*&lt;br /&gt;N- Nelly Furtado I like her songs&lt;br /&gt;O- ;O&lt;br /&gt;P- Prison break&lt;br /&gt;R- Rachel McAdams my favourite actor&lt;br /&gt;S- Spanish. Greeting:*&lt;br /&gt;T- Timberlake I like him;)&lt;br /&gt;U- umbrella good song&lt;br /&gt;V- virgo my star sign&lt;br /&gt;W- welcome everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;Z- zero ideas xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939571541980545555-1072909698973833218?l=klaudia93-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/feeds/1072909698973833218/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939571541980545555&amp;postID=1072909698973833218' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/1072909698973833218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939571541980545555/posts/default/1072909698973833218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaudia93-1.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-everybody-this-is-my-first-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>klaudia93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022423133095527717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1d6Da1hp2bA/SRCUUj8skAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eQ6sozdfMwQ/S220/P1110182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
