<?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-15886909</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:15.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>th0ng's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.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-15886909.post-113198657202917827</id><published>2005-11-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:42:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My Level 56 archers’ in MapleStory was hacked and to avoid being hack in MapleStory by following this list. One never open and program that people send you in MapleStory unless they are your closest friend and ask what does the program support to do. Second never open a file in your email that said letter from GM (game master) MapleStory will never send you a latter even if you report someone hacking for scamming. Last but no less, never give out your screen name and password to anyone even if they are girl because most of the MapleStory girls are guy. That was one of my biggest mistakes. Tear to my eyes that he/she was to nice and sweet. Good news I started a warrior and within one week its level 41 Th0ng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113198657202917827?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113198657202917827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113198657202917827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198657202917827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198657202917827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn31-free-write-about-what-ever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-113198600219391220</id><published>2005-11-14T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:33:22.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#30: How do you write an essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Essay is base of five paragraph put together. The first paragraph is the introduction of our main idea. The three paragraphs are called the body that is made up of supporting detail to back up the main idea. The last paragraphs are called the conclusion paragraph that close up what you’re talking about. This is the rule of a essay and I follow this rule and that is how I write my essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113198600219391220?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113198600219391220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113198600219391220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198600219391220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198600219391220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn30-how-do-you-write-essay-essay-is.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-113198538448700019</id><published>2005-11-14T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:23:04.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#29: What is the best commercial you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Romba is one of the best commercial I ever seen. For one reason, Romba is a robot design to clean your room when it own once you turn it on. It will clean every concern and every floor. It gets to the concern because it has this flipper on the side of the Romba to get to the concern. It comes with a battery changer so you can refill it power to clean your room every day so you don’t have to worry about cleaning the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113198538448700019?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113198538448700019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113198538448700019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198538448700019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113198538448700019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn29-what-is-best-commercial-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-113034544937627048</id><published>2005-10-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:50:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;              The thing I hate using most in class is an old computer that is very slow. That is running at 5kbs per second, and I’m trying to upload 2,000kbs and the teacher is talking on and on and the need the information all process. To be done before the class end. Other then anything else it would be the number one thing I would hate to use in class. I enjoy using a computer that upload really fast and can keep up with a person talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113034544937627048?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113034544937627048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113034544937627048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113034544937627048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113034544937627048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn28-what-do-hate-most-about-using.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-113034541771548646</id><published>2005-10-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:50:17.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The one technology i enjoy the most using is a computer. It’s better then a television, every information I need is there in the internet and plus everything that is show on television we can download and watch on our computer. The joy of having a computer is that there are computer game that are free and you don’t have to buy and other use like music. A computer is one of my technology so much possible can be made to life with this machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113034541771548646?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113034541771548646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113034541771548646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113034541771548646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113034541771548646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn27-what-is-one-piece-of-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-113095014781816876</id><published>2005-10-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:49:07.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#26 FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Halloween wasn’t that Halloween for me. During Monday after class my sister and I drove home for Halloween. During the six hours of driving we got polled over for speed and some more other tickets. After we got home I spend most of my time hanging out with my friend for Halloween. All we did was hang out at Lollicup and drink Asian drinks. Then during the night we ate some midnight food we can get our hand on. Last we just went back to AZ because we had a test the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-113095014781816876?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/113095014781816876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=113095014781816876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113095014781816876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/113095014781816876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn26-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112956372287359679</id><published>2005-10-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:42:02.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I wonder how I did in the midterm. If felt like I didn’t know what I was doing. I felt like I fail my test. Hopefully I pass the test with at less a C or above if not then that really would suck because it shows me that I didn’t learn anything in this semester. If I don’t pass the class that mean I have to retake it and that would really suck for me because I believe I am much smarter then this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112956372287359679?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112956372287359679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112956372287359679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956372287359679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956372287359679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn25-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112956230132696338</id><published>2005-10-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:18:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If the line was really long and I been waiting for hours and someone went in front of me without any friends there. Then I would get really mad and told them the line is in back of me and ask him to go back there. If he doesn’t go back there and I would ask one of the work to tell him to go back where he belong. If everything else fails then I would just let it go any let him be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112956230132696338?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112956230132696338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112956230132696338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956230132696338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956230132696338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn24-what-would-you-do-if-someone-got.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112956208751794742</id><published>2005-10-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:14:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If I order an ice cream cone and I forgot the money, I would ask anyone if I could have some money to pay for the cone that I order. Next I would try to tell them if they can put that on a tap for the next bill. If that is a no then I would ask them to forget the order and throw what I order away. Before the ice creams get thrown always I would ask them if I can have it for free since I forgot my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112956208751794742?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112956208751794742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112956208751794742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956208751794742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112956208751794742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn23-what-would-you-do-if-you-ordered.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112896615753009377</id><published>2005-10-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:42:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It starts back in high school freshman year in biology class. Three black female was make funny of me back I was Asian and call me, saying a langue they don’t even know nor do I. I tried to not listen to them and believe they were never there but it’s hard because they would throw paper, pencil, and many other objects at me. It piss me off that I can’t do anything because I was a small little Asian against three five foot eight and taller. In my eyes the look like monster to me. I was scared but I wanted to punch one of them in the face and handle one on one but that would never happen. I know if I start hitting one of them all of them will jump me, so I want up and just told the teacher what going on in the class but it seem like he really didn’t care. Through that semester I had to put up with it. “I want to kill them with one on one…errr.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112896615753009377?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112896615753009377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112896615753009377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112896615753009377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112896615753009377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn22-have-you-ever-been-discriminated.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112775619325231881</id><published>2005-09-26T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:36:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         If I woke up in another country I would try any possible way to get back where I suppose to be. If I can’t communicate with them then I would try to use book and try to translate so they can understand me. Another possibility is I have a ID or any thing that support the truth that I don’t belong here. If not then I would find someone to help me. I’ll keep on searching until I get where I belong. Out of the whole country there got to be at less one person that understand my language. If that is not possible then I would have to live in their way of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112775619325231881?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112775619325231881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112775619325231881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112775619325231881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112775619325231881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn21-what-would-you-do-if-you-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112792624279760057</id><published>2005-09-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:50:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;JN#20 Free Write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far during this pass week in class. I did all my work and study hard. Now it paid off with a good 94% in the class. It’s a good grade but I still have the other 6% to work hard. What I notice was that I need to study a little hard besides driving back to California to visit friend and family. Because I droved back to California yesterday but I had a book report due the next day and I have half of the book to finish but in conclusion I didn’t do the work so I guess that was a bad choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112792624279760057?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112792624279760057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112792624279760057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112792624279760057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112792624279760057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn20-free-write-so-far-during-this.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112775332632553981</id><published>2005-09-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:48:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#19 what would I do if I saw a little bugs in my salads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If this situation happens in my house then I would make a new salad. Before making a new salad I would check my entire vegetable if they are rowan. Then I would go out to a fast food restaurant to buy a salad to eat. If there still a bug in my salad then I would ask for a new one because I pay for the item. If all of them have a bug in there then I would get my money back and go home and make something else to eat beside salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112775332632553981?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112775332632553981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112775332632553981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112775332632553981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112775332632553981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn19-what-would-i-do-if-i-saw-little.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714984233768274</id><published>2005-09-19T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:10:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#18 if you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;    If I had ten billons dollar I would give two billon of my money to my parent. The only parent that I love so much how much the raise me and give me everything I wanted. Not even that they teach me from my right and wrong. I am thankful that they were there for me. One billon would go to my old sister for helping me though my college. Six billion would be divide equal to the six little brother and sister. The last one billon would go to me so I can share with my wife if I find the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714984233768274?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714984233768274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714984233768274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714984233768274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714984233768274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn18-if-you-could-give-any-gift-in.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714981859280158</id><published>2005-09-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:10:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#17 what would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The only animal I would ask is a bird. “How do you fly?” that is what I want to know. I would ask that so I can study it a little so I can fly myself. I would have a dog in my house because they can sense other things “Ghost” if they are near or something is going to happen. I believe it would be helpful to the world if animal can understand and speak back in human language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714981859280158?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714981859280158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714981859280158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714981859280158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714981859280158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn17-what-would-happen-if-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714978585910458</id><published>2005-09-19T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:09:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#16 what would happen if there was no television? Why would this be good? Or bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If there was no television then no one will know what the president will have to say to the people. We will not get to see how the war is going we won’t know if we are winning the war or our people are dying. We won’t know anything that is happening around the world. If new stores are open we won’t even know or what location we can fine them. Or they are going on a sale. Many things we will be left out from or will not be informed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714978585910458?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714978585910458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714978585910458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714978585910458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714978585910458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn16-what-would-happen-if-there-was-no.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714966043383363</id><published>2005-09-19T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:07:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#15 write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Gantz’s anime I been watching for sixteen hour straight. It shows me how life is show important that you don’t want to die. If you’re dead you just want to be alive again.  It shows me after you die someone will control you even what you do is up to Gantz. What Gantz does is that he tells you to go kill other thing that doesn’t belong in earth. If you’re killed then you will die forever. If you scored one hundred points then everyone that is alive will have a second chance to live again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714966043383363?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714966043383363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714966043383363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714966043383363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714966043383363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn15-write-what-ever-you-want-gantzs.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714964015343579</id><published>2005-09-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:07:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#14 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If I have the power to go invisible I would a lot of things. I would take one of the richest man credit cards before I know his pin number and transfer half of his money to my account. Next I would walk into a girl locker room like every boy dream. Beside those two thing I don’t know what else I would do with the power maybe I will work with the government and become spy for them just for money. Or ill just used my power to go against government and fight or my right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714964015343579?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714964015343579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714964015343579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714964015343579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714964015343579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn14-what-would-happen-if-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112714961822605984</id><published>2005-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:06:58.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#13 what is something that really bugs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The thing that bugs the hell out of me is when people chew with their mouth open. Next is when people just don’t listen to me. I would have to repeat what I’m saying three times for them to get it. I believe those are my pepped. Beside those nothing else will bugs me.  Maybe there is more but I didn’t notices t them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112714961822605984?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112714961822605984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112714961822605984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714961822605984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112714961822605984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn13-what-is-something-that-really.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112690481661834986</id><published>2005-09-16T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:06:56.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JN#12 what would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I could fly I would use this ability only when there no one around or if it’s an emergency. Because I don’t want the government agents spying on me, going through my home, attacking my family if they have this ability, and tipping the phone. Spider Man the animation once said “with great power comes great reasonability”. But if I wanted to fly everyday the best thing to do is side up with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; government and to protect all human from danger. Then I would fly anytime I want radar then walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112690481661834986?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112690481661834986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112690481661834986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690481661834986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690481661834986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn12-what-would-happen-if-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112690478908951369</id><published>2005-09-16T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:06:29.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JN#11 what is your favorite book and why?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One of my favorite book’s The American Heritage Dictionaries. Because it has the entire source I need when it come to spelling, defending new word and help me out on essay. Also it helps build my vocabularies. Which mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can converse with high level student and professor. Another is spelling, which would allow me to write essay with student from English 1A vocabularies level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112690478908951369?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112690478908951369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112690478908951369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690478908951369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690478908951369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn11-what-is-your-favorite-book-and.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112690474758234237</id><published>2005-09-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:05:47.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JN#10 FREE: write what ever you want. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     It was just one ordinary day, watching TV, playing game, and doing homework. But then Tuan calls me and told me that he bought me Musashi the legendary samurai for play station two. “Something I was waiting for the price to go down”. Musashi is a remake of a play station one game. One of the every best game for play station one. But then I ask him, “What was the price?” Tuan said “it was only ninety ninnies nine at EB Game”.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; From then he made my day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112690474758234237?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112690474758234237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112690474758234237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690474758234237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112690474758234237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn10-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112625567943785857</id><published>2005-09-09T01:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:47:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;JN#9: What is the best advice you ever received?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The best advice I ever got was from a girl name Tiffany Huynh. She said “If you wanted something, you must work for it and run after it before it’s too late.” Because at the time I knew what I wanted but I didn’t want to work for it. At the time I didn’t have self-confidence. When she told me those word I knew what I had to do in life and I knew if I want it I must work for it with my two hand. &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/15886909-112625567943785857?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112625567943785857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112625567943785857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625567943785857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625567943785857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn9-what-is-best-advice-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112625567034881273</id><published>2005-09-09T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:47:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;JN#8: What is your favorite song and why?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One of my favorite songs is by DJ Sound- Million Mile Away From Home. It’s because it reflect on my life right now. My family member, little brother, little sister, parent, and grand parent at in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and I’m in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; living away for school. Each time I hear this sound I start to feel a little sad and wonder how my family is do. So this is the reason why I love this song. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/15886909-112625567034881273?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112625567034881273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112625567034881273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625567034881273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625567034881273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn8-what-is-your-favorite-song-and-why.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112625565449378036</id><published>2005-09-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:47:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;JN#7: 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;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The most indispensable possession is my computer. Without my computer I would be really bored at home. I’ll turn into a lazy dog that just sleep all day. That is why my computer can not be taken away. With my computer I can do a lot of top secret stuff. It’s one of the things that keep me happy in life. So without my computer and the entire program, I would be nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112625565449378036?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112625565449378036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112625565449378036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625565449378036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112625565449378036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn7-what-is-your-most-indispensable.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112587795850375446</id><published>2005-09-02T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:53:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JN#6: What is one difficulty you faced while coming to school at SMCC. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;One of my difficulties is that coming to South Mountain Community College is that I have to try not to get embarrasses in front of the whole class if I’ve make a mistake of my bad gammier and poor English skill. Once you get embarrasses and your face turn red. The teacher is done picking on you and your done reading. The feeling just don’t disappear its just stay there until you’re out of the class or someone just make you laugh and get you out of that stage. Well that how I feel and this is one of the reasons why I join this class so I can improve my English skill and have all that embarrassment to go away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112587795850375446?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112587795850375446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112587795850375446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112587795850375446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112587795850375446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn6-what-is-one-difficulty-you-faced.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112587793374067998</id><published>2005-09-02T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:52:13.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#5 something i noticed about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Today i sleep a lot i becoming an nocturna. I play game all night and sleep around eleven in the afternoon.  the only reason why i became a nocturna is that there is nothing to do in the day and it's hot outside so i stay in a play all day. So that the only reason why i became a nocturnal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112587793374067998?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112587793374067998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112587793374067998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112587793374067998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112587793374067998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn5-something-i-noticed-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112550624093470190</id><published>2005-08-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:37:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#4: Something I noticed about myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today when I was standing in front of SMCC entering window, I had noticed that my face doesn’t really go with this hairstyle. When I was looking into myself, I see my head with an afro and that doesn’t really go with me. So I really need a new style of hair cut or either I should go back with my old hairstyle. I’m not going to tell you what it is I want you to see it when I’m done with it. The truth is I really noticed that my gammier is slowly improving and my spelling is also improving slowly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112550624093470190?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112550624093470190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112550624093470190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112550624093470190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112550624093470190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn4-something-i-noticed-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112533549711298336</id><published>2005-08-29T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:45:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#2: Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero’s my friends. They are Son, Matt, Mo, and Hashim. Why? Because every time I need them when I was feeling down thru a hard time in my life they were there for me. Matt tried to cheer me up by saying funny remark and doing funny facieses. Mo was the one who talk to take things out and make me stuff better (Mo is a very understanding person). Son is the type of person that speaks his mind. He always tells me “its okay man, you don’t need that! You got us man!” but when someone was there to start trouble Son is the first person that will put it down. On the other hand Hashim is a person that will be there for you no matter what happen. If you need him he will be there. He even put his friend first even if it comes to work or family, “bed idea but that Hashim.” Whenever I need my heroes I know they will come no matter what and I know I will do the same for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112533549711298336?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112533549711298336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112533549711298336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533549711298336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533549711298336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn2-who-is-your-hero-my-heros-my.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112533551314379636</id><published>2005-08-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:11:53.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#3: What do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           When I get bored I usually play game like Kingdom Heart, Maple Story, or I listen to music and chat on Aim to my friend. If you’re wondering, if I read book in my spare time or when I get bored? “No, I don’t.” If that doesn’t work then I usually just sleep for the whole day. Or I just go out and entertain myself. “I’m a loser,” well if all else failed then I just end up doing homework and get it over with so I can have more time and playing games. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112533551314379636?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112533551314379636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112533551314379636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533551314379636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533551314379636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn3-what-do-you-do-when-you-are-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15886909.post-112533526954889638</id><published>2005-08-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:10:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#1: 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;           People called me a FOB “Fresh off the boat,” I was born and rise in Vietnam in the town of Hue (center of Vietnam). First I had immigrated to Hong Kong when I was five year old. We live a horrible life. We weren’t wealthy like everyone else. Everyday we went door to door asking for food. The almost people gave us would only support two people but there is four people in our family. There was time when my parent hasn’t eaten for many days. As the day passed and time fly by my parent work hard to get enough money to immigrate us to American. From that day, I have work hard to get where I am. But there was time I didn’t try so hard in school and now I am where I don’t want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15886909-112533526954889638?l=jefbm39651.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/feeds/112533526954889638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15886909&amp;postID=112533526954889638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533526954889638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15886909/posts/default/112533526954889638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefbm39651.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn1-who-are-you-tell-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>th0ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12455418361117345632</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/24/41307862_f72bd0aedb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
