<?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-15928200</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:59:45.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuan Le. Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113437119236172413</id><published>2005-12-11T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:06:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;FREE: Write about what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today I was very hungry and I went to McDonald to buy some food. On the way to MacDonald I turn into the drive through direction and I almost had an accident with the upcoming car. But luckily, I have stopped before he hit my car. After that I had order three number one meal which is Big Mac and went to the window to pay for my meal but I didn’t drive close to the window so I had to go out my car to pay for my meal. When I went home, I gave some food for my brother and my girlfriend.  &lt;span style=""&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/15928200-113437119236172413?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113437119236172413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113437119236172413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437119236172413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437119236172413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-31.html' title='Journal #31'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113437115337091720</id><published>2005-12-11T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:05:53.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How do you write an essay? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An essay has five to eight sentences and five paragraphs. First you start with an introduction and a thesis sentence. Then follow by three paragraphs with examples from experience or facts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the concluding, we have to summarize what we talk about from our first to fourth paragraphs. Before doing the essay, we must not forget to brain storm what we going to write and then do the outline for our writing. After that then we can continue on writing our essay and edited our paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-113437115337091720?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113437115337091720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113437115337091720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437115337091720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437115337091720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-30.html' title='Journal #30'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113437099513467210</id><published>2005-12-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:03:15.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What is the best commercial you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The best commercial I have ever seen on the television was about the milk shake. I saw the guy come up to the cow, place his hand on the cow and dance while he shakes the cow body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Firs time I saw that commercial, I think it was very funny but stupid because I didn’t get it at first. I didn’t understand why the guy was shaking the cow and why would they make this kind of commercial but it all make senesce when they had the cup of milk shake at the end of the commercial. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The milk shake from Coral Junior has answered my question when the guy shakes the cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&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/15928200-113437099513467210?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113437099513467210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113437099513467210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437099513467210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113437099513467210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-29.html' title='Journal #29'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113433048028515961</id><published>2005-12-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:48:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I remember in high school I hate the computer a lot because I have to learn how to type and is not easy for me, and even I don’t know how to look up the website.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take a test online is hard for me because I don’t know anything about the computer, but the time pass by I get use to it and I learn a lot of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-113433048028515961?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113433048028515961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113433048028515961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113433048028515961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113433048028515961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-28.html' title='Journal #28'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113432940807193779</id><published>2005-12-11T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:30:08.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    The most piece of technology I enjoy using is computer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s fun and easy to learn, for example if I go to my friend’s house and I don’t know direction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will turn on the computer and go to map quest look up direction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the computer it has Microsoft word that I need the most because I have two English classes that I need to write am essay, there for it help me spelling and grammar check. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-113432940807193779?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113432940807193779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113432940807193779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432940807193779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432940807193779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-27.html' title='Journal #27'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113432865786922367</id><published>2005-12-11T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:17:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Two day agos I receive a letter from my nephew Jim.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I open it I see the pix of x-box, in the letter he wrote that he want me to buy him am x-box for Christmas present , also in the letter he wrote how much the x-box cost and where I can get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However Jim dad call me and ask me did Jim send you a letter tell you what he want for Christmas and I said yes to him. There for we plane to hide the present around the house, and give a clues to him to found all the present. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-113432865786922367?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113432865786922367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113432865786922367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432865786922367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432865786922367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-26.html' title='Journal #26'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-113432771090726264</id><published>2005-12-11T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:01:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Today me and my friend mike working together at the cell phone store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning he when to work early then me, when I arrive he told me that he sell a lot of cell phone, I was surprise that he don’t mess up like last time he did. Two hours later he when to lunch and mike customer came back ask mike, I told her he when to lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ask her is anytime else I can help you with, she told me that mike sell a cell phone, but he don’t give me the sim car, so I know he mess up, however all mike customer come back to the store and get the sim car. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was mad at him at that moment because he makes a big mess and I have to work over time.&lt;span style=""&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/15928200-113432771090726264?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/113432771090726264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=113432771090726264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432771090726264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/113432771090726264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-25_11.html' title='Journal #25'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890229173925978</id><published>2005-10-09T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:58:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;        What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I get in line at he movies for thirty minutes and someone just cut in front of me, I would be nicely ask the person to move out of my line because I have the right to do so. “First come first serve.” If they do not move out, I would have to call the security or someone work at the movie to tell them that someone cut in front of me. I do not care what will happen but people have the right to talk when a person is doing something wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890229173925978?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890229173925978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890229173925978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890229173925978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890229173925978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-24_09.html' title='Journal #24'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890225731343073</id><published>2005-10-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:57:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I buy an ice cream cone that I really love and I for got to bring my money to pay for it, I would go home, get my money, and go back to the store and pay for it or I will just buy my ice cream next time I go to the store with my money I will bring along. I rather do that because I do not want to be in trouble with my parent the store for steeling just an ice cream that I want to eat because I can eat ice cream any time I want not only at that moment. I do not want to be charge for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890225731343073?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890225731343073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890225731343073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890225731343073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890225731343073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-23_09.html' title='Journal #23'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890219854375016</id><published>2005-10-09T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:56:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;     Have you ever been discriminate against? When? How? Explain how you felt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Back in 2002 during my middle school, I have been discriminate against my best friend. We have this major problem that people made up and we both have been discriminate since then. John, who was my best friend, did not talk to me since that day. I felt very sad that my friend did not believe me and believed other students of all those years we were being friend. I also felt lonely when my friend and I did not talk to each other and hang out either. We were like stranger during that time.&lt;span style=""&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/15928200-112890219854375016?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890219854375016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890219854375016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890219854375016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890219854375016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-22_112890219854375016.html' title='Journal #22'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890206275587582</id><published>2005-10-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:54:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;      What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  f I woke up and end up at some country which no one could understand me, I would be frighten at first and would not want to live because no one will understand me and they might think I am a stranger .On the other hand, I could just try to find some way to communicate with the people of that country than it would be very good to find out how nice is their country or how the people is like living at the country that I am in once I woke up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890206275587582?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890206275587582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890206275587582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890206275587582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890206275587582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21_09.html' title='Journal #21'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890201979597797</id><published>2005-10-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:53:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;                  Free: Write what ever you want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     Today I woke up and I want to go to the market to shop but I realize that I have homework to do. I end up doing my homework first and then go to the store. I like shopping for food because I love to eat but homework is important. After I finish my homework, I went Wal-Mart and I bought fruits, some meat, and bread. Then I went home and cook some food for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890201979597797?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890201979597797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890201979597797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890201979597797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890201979597797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20_09.html' title='Journal #20'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890179876994032</id><published>2005-10-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:49:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       What would you do if you saw little bugs in you salad?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Wow that is a great question. If I am eating my salad and I suddenly see a little bug in my blow, I will grouse out and would not eat that salad. It is nasty just to see that bug so why would I eat my salad if I see that a bug is in my salad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would not eat it and just make a new one or if I am in the store I would tell the manager and get a new one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890179876994032?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890179876994032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890179876994032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890179876994032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890179876994032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-19_09.html' title='Journal #19'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890136985369031</id><published>2005-10-09T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:42:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;        If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   If I could give any gift in the world, I would give my heart and love to my girlfriend because she is the most important person in my life. I couldn’t live without her. She’s the strength that keeps me motivates. I will care for her just like she cares for me. She’s everything to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would not let anyone hurt her or talk bad about her. I really care for her a lot therefore if I could give one gift it will be my love for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890136985369031?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890136985369031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890136985369031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890136985369031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890136985369031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-18.html' title='Journal #18'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112890130210671214</id><published>2005-10-09T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:41:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       What would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   If animal could talk someone, I would be really surprise and I would ask them what other animals is talking about. It will be really interesting just to know and understand how animal could talk. Usually animal such as dog, they might know who is bad or good person, I could also ask them to help me out. I would ask them what they really want to eat so I don’t need to buy to many food that they don’t eat. Well I don’t know there are a lot of question I would ask the animals if they could talk. It will be very interesting once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112890130210671214?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112890130210671214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112890130210671214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890130210671214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112890130210671214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-17.html' title='Journal #17'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112832195820971467</id><published>2005-10-02T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:45:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would happen if there was no television? Why would this be good? Or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            If there was no television is would be bad because we don’t know what will happen to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example no wheat cast, new and you don’t know what the president said to the whole nation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus we cannot see all the favorite television show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids cannot see there favorite cartoon show either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also is would be bad that we watch a lot of television because it make us lazy and don’t want to do anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids don’t want to do there homework, all they want is playing game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112832195820971467?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112832195820971467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112832195820971467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112832195820971467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112832195820971467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-16.html' title='Journal # 16'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112710708179649785</id><published>2005-09-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:18:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today was really bored. Everyone in my family went to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; to have their visit while I have to stay home for school. All I did the whole day was sitting at home watching television and read my book. I feel so bored and there is no one to play with me. There is no one cook lunch and dinner for me also, I have to go out and eat by myself. After eating I came home, I just rest in my room and listing to music the whole time. There was no one in my house at that moment and I felt scare at night. During that time, I was praying for my parent to come home so I can tell them how lonely I was with out them by my side. I really miss them during that time when they were not with me. If next time they go somewhere, I will go with them and ask my teacher to give me homework to bring along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112710708179649785?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112710708179649785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112710708179649785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112710708179649785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112710708179649785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15.html' title='Journal # 15'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112710686305695180</id><published>2005-09-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:14:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;     What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you cannot do now?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Wow this is a good question. If I could be invisible whenever I want, I would like to go through the walls and doors in my house. As a human, we have to open our door first in order to go inside the house. I would like to go through doors with out opening it. As for walls, no one can do anything with walls besides banging on it and post or hang picture on the wall but if I am invisible I would go through my parent’s room to my sister’s room and no need to open any door. Also, I would like to scare my sister and friend because they are the one that always scare me and trick me into doing something I do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to have a little bit fun with them because I do not have a good chance to scare them besides being invisible is a good idea. They might think it is a ghost that scares them but it turns out is only me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112710686305695180?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112710686305695180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112710686305695180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112710686305695180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112710686305695180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-14.html' title='Journal # 14'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112706282510620062</id><published>2005-09-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:00:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                        What is something that really bugs you?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The thing that really bugs me is when I have a bad grade on my class. For example, I am in Chemistry 130 and I have turned in my lab report. Next following week I received with a point 20 out of 50, and I did not understand why I received that pioint. I follow the direction on the conclusion syllabus and I still did not do as what the teacher wanted to be done. Therefore, it really bugs me a lot and I don’t know what I will do for the next time I turn in my lab report because I do not understand how she expects the lab report will be. Thinking of the point I have earned and it had bring my grade down to a B instead of an A my lab class and its really bugs me. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112706282510620062?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112706282510620062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112706282510620062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112706282510620062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112706282510620062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13.html' title='Journal # 13'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112692701406764463</id><published>2005-09-16T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:16:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    If I could fly whenever you wanted, I would use this ability at the moment I have it to travel around the world because want to see different kind of states. I want to see how different between each country and how their organization united. Many countries have different cultural theme and the country are really unique and I really want to know therefore I would not waste my time if I have the opportunity to fly whenever I want. If I have to go what place first, then I would choose my country &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; because that my original place where I was born. I want to see how different the country change when I left the country. Therefore, I would want to use my ability right away to travel anywhere I want when I have a chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112692701406764463?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112692701406764463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112692701406764463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692701406764463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692701406764463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12.html' title='Journal # 12'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112692694804678212</id><published>2005-09-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:15:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What is your favorite book and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter is a book for children to read, but I believe it is an interesting book for anyone who wants to read it because it has different kind of theme and events in Harry Potter’s book. It is magical and has a very fantastic storyline. I really like Harry Potter story and that is my favorite book. I enjoy reading it everywhere I go. The prints on the book are very clear and big for I can read it clearly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though it is a big and heavier than other small books but it is worth it to buy and read it during my pass time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore it is my favorite book Harry Potter. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112692694804678212?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112692694804678212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112692694804678212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692694804678212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692694804678212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11.html' title='Journal # 11'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112692684312706687</id><published>2005-09-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:14:03.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Write what ever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;      &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday my friend, Linda went to the market to buy pasta so she could make pasta soup. When she picked up two bag of dry pasta, she went to the registrar to pay for her items. The woman in front of her was nice to let her go first. At that moment, she was paying for her items and thanking to the women that she forgot about her pasta bag until she came. When she was ready to cook the food, she did not find her pasta bag and realized that she did not pick it up at the registrar counter. Therefore, she went back to pick up her grocery items. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112692684312706687?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112692684312706687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112692684312706687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692684312706687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112692684312706687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10.html' title='Journal # 10'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112624199744983562</id><published>2005-09-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:19:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   What is the best advice you ever received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice that I ever received was from my school counseling. His name was Ken Gaines. He was the best counseling which I have met. He gave me an advice on how to deal with my school major. He helps me how to plane out what class I should take that requires getting my associate degree. He told me no matter where I go education comes first because with the degree I can work in the future, but without degree I will not have a good paying job in the future. &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&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/15928200-112624199744983562?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112624199744983562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112624199744983562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624199744983562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624199744983562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-9.html' title='Journal # 9'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112624196214630440</id><published>2005-09-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:15:22.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite song and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are many songs that I like but to choose one song to be my favorite is very hard but here it goes. I believe that “Break Away” by Kelly Clarkson is the favorite song that I had in mind at this moment. I believe it is my favorite because it songs was very good and the acting that Clarkson did was very amazing. Moreover, I believe the meaning of the song was that she was trying to break away from the wedding that was happing during that time because the person that she loves had cheated on her and she does not want to be with him anymore. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112624196214630440?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112624196214630440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112624196214630440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624196214630440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624196214630440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-8.html' title='Journal # 8'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112624184546648449</id><published>2005-09-08T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:57:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                               What is your most indispensable possession and why?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        The most indispensable possession in my life is my sister because she is all I have in my life. I really care for her a lot. She is the only person that understands me and knows how I feel. If someday she has a boyfriend, I would still always there for her needs. I will always there for her no matter what happen because she is important to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112624184546648449?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112624184546648449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112624184546648449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624184546648449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112624184546648449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-7.html' title='Journal # 7'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112623973092561926</id><published>2005-09-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:19:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;              What is one difficulty you faced while coming to school at SMCC?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         One of the difficulties that I faced while coming to school at SMCC is the heat in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Before I came to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, I use to live in San Diego-California; it was a very nice weather over there. I like the school and the states, but when I moved to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, I realized that the weather was very different from what I expected before. Now I am suffering in the hot weather of this state. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, I have to overcome this difficulty because I want to go to school at SMCC. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112623973092561926?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112623973092561926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112623973092561926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112623973092561926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112623973092561926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-6.html' title='Journal # 6'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112623906591916007</id><published>2005-09-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:11:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class=""&gt;                        Something I noticed about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;Today I went to work. It was a very long and boring day. I was looking at the clock for the whole and checking if the time has passed so I could go home. At that moment, I was trying to help a lot of customer. After six hours of helping my costumers, it was finally time to go home. When I clean up the store, I realize that I was working for the whole twelve hours. Finally at the end of the day, I notice that I only helped four customers. I also notice I did not eat any lunch today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112623906591916007?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112623906591916007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112623906591916007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112623906591916007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112623906591916007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-5.html' title='Journal # 5'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112550812944391171</id><published>2005-08-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:11:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something I noticed about myself today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Today I am almost late for my first class, because yesterday I was playing game. In my first class we go over the homework in class. Our Instructor give us more homework and test on Wednesday, them we go to the library and take notice how to use our ID card for books, CDs, and videos. After all of that it’s time for my second class, plus I were hurry so I go get something to eat wild I wait for my second class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112550812944391171?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112550812944391171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112550812944391171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112550812944391171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112550812944391171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-4.html' title='Journal # 4'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112533569509648793</id><published>2005-08-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:14:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                         What do you do when you are bored?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;             When I am bored, I used to sit on my couch and play game, watch animation on my computer or go to sleep. As for game, I played dancing revolution with my sister. I also play Final fantasy nine. I love to play game when I am bored. I also play computer game too, but watching animation is the most time I take on the computer. I like to watch different kind of cartoons because it is very funny and the art is very creative. Moreover, sleep is a good meditation for our body therefore I would go to sleep when I am bored with other two subjects that I had mentioned before in the paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112533569509648793?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112533569509648793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112533569509648793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533569509648793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533569509648793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-3.html' title='Journal # 3'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112533564279574193</id><published>2005-08-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:14:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    There two person who are my heroes, Tina and Angeline. Tina is my sister. She is the sister that always there for me when I needed help from her. There are times that we do not get alone, but no matter how far distance we are apart she will always come to visited me and hang out with me. She lived with my aunt and I live at an apartment with my girlfriend and her brother.  On the other hand, Angeline is my girlfriend. She and I have been together for two years. She filled up with joy when being together with her.  She was always for me and prepares my meals everyday when I came home from work.  She kept my apartment clean every time I came home from work. There is time when I am sad or upset, Angeline will be there to comfort me and help me work thing out. Therefore, Tina and Angeline are my heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112533564279574193?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112533564279574193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112533564279574193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533564279574193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533564279574193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2.html' title='Journal # 2'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928200.post-112533552988233105</id><published>2005-08-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:19:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who are you? Tell me something about you, what you like to do, and what you are all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Tuan Le. I was born in Saigon, Vietnam. I came to United State for almost eight years and was resident at San Diego, California. When I was twenty-one years old, my parent did not understand me. They think I am not trustful for them to believe what ever I said because I used to race car with my friends at night and came home late. During the morning, I work two jobs to support my living expense. I was really lonely when thinking of my parent who did not understand my feeling and care for me. Therefore, racing car is the only thing I did like to do at that moment when I am lonely. As time pass by, I met Angeline who was my girlfriend. She has chanced my life from being lonely to happy. In 2004 I moved to Arizona to go to school and become a successful person someday. It will be hard for me to start from beginning but I hope someday I will success. I want to be happy and not to be abundant anymore. Moreover, I am a person who has a heart like everyone else and breathe with the same air. I have a very kind personality and when I love and care for someone, I will always there for that person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928200-112533552988233105?l=tuahw32421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/feeds/112533552988233105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928200&amp;postID=112533552988233105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533552988233105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928200/posts/default/112533552988233105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahw32421.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1.html' title='Journal # 1'/><author><name>Tuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221642493460973513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/24/41307915_cac2f7daa2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
