<?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-2988176660473824692</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:26:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENIsESLblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></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-2988176660473824692.post-4236670507096310883</id><published>2009-01-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:48:56.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>My name its Genesiss Beyloune am 16 years old i was born in Venezuela my mom its Venezuelan and my dad its from Syria so am half and half i love my parents if i was to born again and they'll tell me to choose my parents again ill choose the same parents i have. i went to school in Venezuela till 4th grade i used to live with my grandparents i used to have a lot of friends there but i had to leave so could be able to be with my mom and my family i came to this country wen i was 8 i skipped 5th and went to the 6 grade and on and on i know 3 languages Spanish , English , Arabic at first i wanted to go back to my country but not anymore i want to stay here now its more fun when i first saw the snow i was so happy i looked like a little girl but not anymore now its boring cause it sucks going out in the snow your shoes get messed up and your hair too i want to go back to Venezuela but only for vacations so i could get a tan there and come back for school here i miss my family a lot i hope to see them soon my life its actually very nice i get everything i want from my mom only my parents are divorced i have a little brother his 8 years old i love him to death and my parents too even thought they're not together anymore but its okay i still love them i used to go to L.I.C but i got kicked out so they sent me to my new school that its information technology i like it a lot we learn a lot of new things here and the teachers are really nice and we have a good schedule me and my family always get together for dinner and family stuff like that we take pictures and we dance and do more things its really fun when am with my family i like it . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-4236670507096310883?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4236670507096310883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=4236670507096310883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/4236670507096310883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/4236670507096310883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-4353559725361405718</id><published>2009-01-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:51:36.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in venezuela</title><content type='html'>Living in Venezuela its really fun because there its a lot of things to do like going to the beach or the pool and more things in etc Venezuela its a beautiful country with a lot of places to visit and stay in Venezuela its a big country and it has a lot of oil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-4353559725361405718?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-8196784406322317039</id><published>2008-12-08T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:52:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos my role model</title><content type='html'>My role model is my mom because shes my best friend and more she helps me in every single thing specially when am in trouble and we could talk about anything if it wasn't for her i wouldn't be here right now shes the best thing that i could ever have in my life without her i wouldn't be nothing  she motivates me to do better things in life and be someone in the future shes my role model and that would never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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model'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-3335686692953546741</id><published>2008-12-03T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:49:39.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a girl named Steffanny  she's my bestfriends girlfriend he used to have anger problems and everytime they had an argument he used to hit her and he used tosolve everything by hitting her he started to fall in love with her more and more at first he was just using her for 1 thing but not anymore when he found out that he loves her alot and that he needed to change for her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-3335686692953546741?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3335686692953546741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=3335686692953546741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/3335686692953546741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/3335686692953546741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/locked-up.html' title='Locked up'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-8996182944764318986</id><published>2008-11-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:52:25.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   "We take what we can get and makes the best of it''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This means that we got to be faith full to people we love and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-7797421261825453957</id><published>2008-10-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:54:26.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady with alot of cats</title><content type='html'>There is a lady on my block that has a bunch of cats and they`re not even hers but she still takes care of them its funny and disgusting at the same time because she buys food and eats outside her house in the front yard and while she eats she gives them the same food that she eats its disgusting every week  there is a dead cat or a new cat on the block i feel bad for the old lady she could barely walk and shes old already and she lives alone she argues for everything shes really grumpy so no one really talks to her cause of that but i like my block even tho we have a lot of cats there . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-7797421261825453957?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7797421261825453957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=7797421261825453957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/7797421261825453957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/7797421261825453957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-with-alot-of-cats.html' title='The lady with alot of cats'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-6490638147926212123</id><published>2008-10-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:50:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENESISS x33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is GENESISS  and it comes from the bibble it means beggining and ending everytime i start something i  have to finish it i cant  leave e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;verything in the middle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-6490638147926212123?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6490638147926212123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=6490638147926212123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/6490638147926212123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/6490638147926212123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/genesiss-x33.html' title='GENESISS x33'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-5672523813648336263</id><published>2008-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:45:05.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My relationship with my little brother .  .  .</title><content type='html'>My relationship with my little brother its great but sometimes his annoying i remember when we used to play baseball together and i used to get mad because he wasnt playing serious wells ofcourse i got tounderstand that he was just a little kid i remember when he got his 1st little bike i used to taka it away from himand he used to run after me crying to get it back .  .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-5672523813648336263?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5672523813648336263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=5672523813648336263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/5672523813648336263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/5672523813648336263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-relationship-with-my-little-brother_16.html' title='My relationship with my little brother .  .  .'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-4606612113792466438</id><published>2008-10-03T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:50:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Genesiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beyloune&lt;/span&gt; my mom named me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genesiss&lt;/span&gt; because she saw it in the bible and she liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; so she decided to name me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;genesiss&lt;/span&gt;, my name means the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and ending .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My street its very relaxed it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of kids and they're always outside playing, any type of sport my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; are really nice, and they are from different countries. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; its my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neighboor&lt;/span&gt; we always together my friends are intelligent and they know everything.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     My family its really big in my dads side they're all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Arabic&lt;/span&gt; and i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Arabic&lt;/span&gt; food its really good i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of cousins on my dads side , and on my moms side i have a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; family cousins from everywhere i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of different things from my mom and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My story is about my little brother when he 1st got to this world i was very happy cause i always wanted a little brother and i finally got him he was supposed to be born the same day as me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Oct&lt;/span&gt;.10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; but my moms water broke and he came to this world on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Oct&lt;/span&gt;.6  now his 7 years about to be 8 am very happy i have my brother i love him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My heart belongs to my mom, my dad, and my little brother. I love music  it makes me feel happy  i could express my self with music i sing when i hear a song i like. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; sports it makes me feel really healthy and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My pain is that my mom and dad are not longer together anymore i kind of got over it but sometimes i still want them to go back even though i know they are not i understand more why they're not together cause am older than before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My future is to be someone in life and know how to be independent when am done with high school ill hopefully would know what to do with my life already i want to be a doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;forensic&lt;/span&gt; but you have to be good in math and am not so i dont actually think i could get to be that but while a in high school i could think of another career.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-4606612113792466438?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4606612113792466438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=4606612113792466438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/4606612113792466438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/4606612113792466438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988176660473824692.post-2630261170996598432</id><published>2007-11-29T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:17:53.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>argumentative essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Abortion.  What is it?  Why do people do it?  Is it killing a human&lt;br /&gt;life?  What are the benefits for having an abortion?  Should it be made&lt;br /&gt;illegal?&lt;br /&gt;These  questions I will try and answer on the key issue right now on&lt;br /&gt;abortion.&lt;br /&gt;I  will tell you my side and how I fell, and hope that after this you&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;agree with my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Abortion is the killing of a child before the birth.  They&lt;br /&gt;usually take&lt;br /&gt;a needle and put it into the mothers womb, and kill it.  Although that&lt;br /&gt;is not&lt;br /&gt;the only way to do it.  There are other ways also of killing a child.&lt;br /&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;a abortion  called have abortion.  It comes out of the womb half way,&lt;br /&gt;then they&lt;br /&gt;kill it.  To me that is just sick.  I think that it is in humane to&lt;br /&gt;kill a live&lt;br /&gt;child.  Just think, it is alive.  It needs oxygen to breath.  It needs&lt;br /&gt;food to&lt;br /&gt;live. And if you don't take care of the baby, it wouldn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;Like if you&lt;br /&gt;do drugs or alcohol, it will ruin the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There is one exception  that I would have is if the girl got&lt;br /&gt;raped.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I still wouldn't approve of it, I think there should be an&lt;br /&gt;exception.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if the woman had any brains, that she would want to have&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;loving child.  Just think  you come home from work one day, and all of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;sudden your kid gives you a great big hug.  That shows love.  And after&lt;br /&gt;a long&lt;br /&gt;days work, wouldn't anybody want some love from a child.  Yeah when&lt;br /&gt;they are&lt;br /&gt;little they scream, and kick, but they also give love, and affection,&lt;br /&gt;and can be&lt;br /&gt;the cutest thing.  And if you abort, you wont get that will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Some people also just want to make amends for what they have&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have screwed up in their life and don't want there parents&lt;br /&gt;to know.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they just aren't ready for a kid.  Well let me tell you, you&lt;br /&gt;should&lt;br /&gt;have thought  about that before you had sex.  My mom once told me and&lt;br /&gt;this has&lt;br /&gt;stuck in my mind, that the best kind of safe sex is no sex.  That has&lt;br /&gt;stuck in&lt;br /&gt;my mind. I would want to have my kids wen I get married and not now &lt;br /&gt;That way I could know how to love and&lt;br /&gt;I can have the love and affection of kids, and not have to worry about&lt;br /&gt;it.  That&lt;br /&gt;is my opinion, and I plan on sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that in no circumstances it should be made legal.  I am&lt;br /&gt;sure you&lt;br /&gt;have heard of Jack Covorkian and how he thinks it is all good and&lt;br /&gt;legal, but I&lt;br /&gt;don't see how he can't have feelings for the little  kid.  Don't you&lt;br /&gt;think that&lt;br /&gt;the kid would want to grow up in this world, and enjoy all the ups and&lt;br /&gt;downs of&lt;br /&gt;this world?  I just think that he doesn't have a heart.  But I could be&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, I don't think there are any benefits to having an&lt;br /&gt;abortion.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get love, or to see what your child could grow up to be, you&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;have to live with your self forever, wondering whether you made the&lt;br /&gt;right choice,&lt;br /&gt;and you will miss out on seeing a baby grow up.  To me that would be&lt;br /&gt;the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful experience there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In conclusion you obviously know by now how I feel about&lt;br /&gt;abortion.  I&lt;br /&gt;know not everyone thinks the way I do.  If I changed just one persons&lt;br /&gt;mind in&lt;br /&gt;this essay, I feel I would have done my job.  I feel I am in the right&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;this topic, and will never change my mind about it.  Never, not even if&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;forced into that situation.  As a closing thought just remember this,&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;happens if your parents aborted you?  What if they didn't want you?&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be here right now arguing.  Do you like your life that much?&lt;br /&gt;Well give&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity for someone else to like life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988176660473824692-2630261170996598432?l=geniseslblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2630261170996598432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2988176660473824692&amp;postID=2630261170996598432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/2630261170996598432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988176660473824692/posts/default/2630261170996598432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniseslblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/argumentative-essay.html' title='argumentative essay'/><author><name>GENI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10169116555159028276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEk6a1a5OJM/SPdiQyzeYsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7tfQzRKhd38/S220/Mickey-Minnie-Mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
