<?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-4500593214297318789</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:56.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha's Noise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-7662934534118259688</id><published>2007-11-25T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:44:11.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #27 Many thanks in Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First at all, I guess that we don’t need to write the journal during the big holiday. However, I am so wrong…. Too sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thanksgiving is a traditional holiday in US to give thanks to God at the conclusion of the harvest season. In the end of this year, I would like to give my thanks for my parents, my friends, and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My parents, who support me with their entire heart and love, provide the budget for me pursuing further education. They always are my IRON backup for all the decisions I made. Thank you for giving me so many things not only the money but also the big big love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My friends, sure, they have been here with me all the time. We laugh, cry, and share the most emotional feelings together. Thank you for bring my life joyful and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Myself. I worked so hard this year. I did, saw and felt so many things in this year. Thank myself for tasting the sweet and bitter in this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-7662934534118259688?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/7662934534118259688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=7662934534118259688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7662934534118259688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7662934534118259688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-27-many-thanks-in-thanksgiving.html' title='Journal #27 Many thanks in Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-1492354828734937704</id><published>2007-11-11T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:43:15.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #25 Research Paper…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;We choose “Coptic” language for our research paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our group found out 3 books in the library and each person took one for research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The research paper is very difficult for me because I do not have any linguistic background. I have no idea how to start this research so I google “Coptic language” and find a very good website. This website contained much information about Coptic language such as history and definition. I also go to the wikipedia looking for some information. I am happy because there are many useful recourses, but I still need to read all and try to organize the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-1492354828734937704?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/1492354828734937704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=1492354828734937704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1492354828734937704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1492354828734937704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-25-research-paper.html' title='Journal #25 Research Paper…'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-6665901433424726691</id><published>2007-11-04T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:39:14.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24 Scary Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;        When I was young, the most popular games was playing “pen spiritual”. The “pen spiritual” or “money spiritual” game is just like the “OUIJA Board” in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. We needed to prepare a paper, which wrote several words such as “Yes”, “No”, or some numbers, a pen or money, and 2 or 3 people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pen spiritual can tell you the fortune and all most everything you want to know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We played it a lot and in every where, even in the school and had a lot of fun. However, since this spooky thing, I never had this kind of games until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day, my sister and I came back from school in afternoon and we felt very boring, so we decided to play the pen spiritual together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We prepared the pen and paper, and started calling the spiritual to answer our questions. Everything seems quiet and peaceful until my sister asked the spiritual his last name. He circled one of the letters and we felt scared because he must be someone died in front of our house, and his funeral was still running at that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My sister and I tried to send him back but it was difficult to send him back. We were terrified by the spiritual a lot. Finally, we send him back, but we were exhausted and tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After this case, we never played such kind of games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-6665901433424726691?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/6665901433424726691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=6665901433424726691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6665901433424726691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6665901433424726691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-24-scary-story.html' title='Journal #24 Scary Story'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-6644860637291306533</id><published>2007-10-28T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:57:54.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21 Manage Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Most of the students think that there is never enough time in the day and they are busy in multiple tasks such as study new knowledge, building the relationship with friends/professor, and earning tuition from part time job. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are too many things need to do in the college. However, you only have the tiny time to accomplish all the tasks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you know how to use your time effectively, your college life will be colorful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if you do not know, then your college life will probably be black-and-white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can write down your own schedule, prioritize the lists and try to say “No” in some situation in order to deal with the pressed time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;First, using calendar with plenty of space to record assignments, lists and appointment would help you organizing what your should do and when you should do. You can see all the to-do things in the calendar in order to effectively manage your time. For example, you can check your calendar at the beginning of the week, and you can know which task you should do first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you find out that there is a party in Saturday, you can reorganize your task in the week and try to finish your homework before the happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Second, prioritize your list and tasks. Take the “big-picture” approach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look over all you need to complete and decide what’s most important. Which assignment is due first? Which is the most difficult? Which cost the most time to finish? For example, if you have 3 journals, one boring reading, and one proposal due to this week, you will need to decide which one is the most important and calculate how much time you need, then decide which one will go first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Third, say “NO” in some situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we take on too much. Whether it’s extra courses, job responsibilities, or extracurricular activities, consider how important each is to you before agreeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;All for all, effectively managing your time is difficult but important skill for college students. For me, the best ways to manage time are these 3 tips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can apply all these tips in the daily life, you will make a successful college life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-6644860637291306533?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/6644860637291306533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=6644860637291306533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6644860637291306533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6644860637291306533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-21-manage-your-time.html' title='Journal #21 Manage Your Time'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-1980141632024545370</id><published>2007-10-21T17:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:57:16.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20 Speaking more than one language is a great advantage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" &gt;ost of students go aboard pursuing higher education not only earn the approval or credits but to learn another language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The world today becomes flat according to the technology development such as internet and advanced transportation. How to improve your own ability in order to follow the trend? Speaking more than one language is a great advantage to improving our ability and view the brand new world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, people can find the better job; learn more things in different language from variety resources and the most important broaden our horizon and open up our mind to receive the new impact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;First at all, when you speak more than one language, you definitely can find the better job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the top businesses need to connect to the different country such as their manufactories in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, or Mainland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To expend their fingers they need the people who have ability to communicate with others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can speak more than one language, you get more opportunities to get into the companies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, you might get the better payment than other people because of your unique ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Second, you can learn more different things from other resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you understand another language, you can get to see and to know more things than the people who only know one language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can you learn the newest knowledge when the numerous books, magazines, and journals are printed in the language you don’t understand?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, if you love to play the games, most of the games are only available in their original language such as English or Japanese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can you understand the instructions if you don’t understand those language? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Third and the most important, you will have open-minded and broader horizon than others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of the internet and convenient transportation, the worlds become flat. Everyone can easily connect to outside their country also people will receive more information outside their country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can understand their language, you have the better chance to understand their life and value.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since you become more flexible and comfortable listening and receiving other’s point of view, you will become more open-minded in different aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In short, speaking more than one language is a great advantage for people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can find the better job, know more things and have the open-minded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In nowadays, the world becomes a global village, all the people should learn second or third language in order to connect to the new changing world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-1980141632024545370?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/1980141632024545370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=1980141632024545370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1980141632024545370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1980141632024545370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-20-speaking-more-than-one.html' title='Journal #20 Speaking more than one language is a great advantage'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-8805615155152469159</id><published>2007-10-21T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:56:25.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #19 Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;My favorite costume must be Sally, the rag doll.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is the one of the characteristic in Nightmare before Christmas and very lovely (for me).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, she is a little creepy because of the sutures in her face and every where.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, because of the tiny budget, I will choose the prisoner costume.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first reason is the price, and the second reason is I don’t need too much make up also it is easy to move.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes when I wear the skirt, I will feel very uncomfortable because I can’t have the big move and need to aware every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-8805615155152469159?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/8805615155152469159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=8805615155152469159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8805615155152469159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8805615155152469159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-19-halloween-party.html' title='Journal #19 Halloween Party'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-6155936601745984518</id><published>2007-10-13T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:26:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #18  Expose??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;irst, I did not understand what I should write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is that about my shifting emotion? Or is that about anything? I am so confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Why am I confused? It is because of the unclear title or my poor understanding of English? I think it might be the second one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I got confused about others and in that time, the misunderstood happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We came from different countries, had different background and culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some cultures prefer do things straightforward, some prefer do things ambiguous, and some prefer do not say anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is the type for me? I don’t know because it depends on different situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I prefer straightforward, sometimes I prefer ambiguous, and rarely I don’t say anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why? It’s depends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, I think that I am way out of the topic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I got confused in this journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-6155936601745984518?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/6155936601745984518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=6155936601745984518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6155936601745984518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/6155936601745984518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-18-expose.html' title='Journal #18  Expose??'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-2138903367907554454</id><published>2007-10-12T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:57:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #16  The Bourne series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok-HWZeOh6A/RxBsOkJHSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NL-77YB7Hbk/s1600-h/Bourne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok-HWZeOh6A/RxBsOkJHSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NL-77YB7Hbk/s320/Bourne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120711773796124898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; love all kinds of movies but my favorite types are action and thriller movies because they are really make me stop my breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The Bourne series” is my favorite movie not only the character, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Damon" title="Matt Damon"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;Matt Damon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is a sweet handsome guy but also the exciting plot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Matt Damon is one of my favorite actors (actually, I love all the handsome actors such as Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Keanu Reeves).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matt was a very clever boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to Harvard in 1988. However, he did not graduate from Harvard because he dropped out of the university to pursue his acting career in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most famous part in his fabulous life must be the film “Good Will Hunting” which developed by Damon and Ben Affleck, his close personal friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This film also received nine Academy Awards nominations, earning Damon and Affleck Oscars for Best Original Screenplay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damon was also nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actor for the same film.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, Damon is a successful actor and also a clever man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has the guts to drop the class from Harvard, to pursue his dream, and to persist for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In this movie, Damon as Jason Bourne, attempts to discover the truth of his identity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Along this trip, he found out several secrets belongs to CIA and the government, also, he found his true love, Helena Kreutz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Helena Kreutz was be killed by an assassin so that Bourne restart his trip to find his true life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the series are easy to follow and the tones are all about the great action sequences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many moments really struck me as awesome, and the 3 parts of the series can’t separate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In short, The Bourne series is my favorite movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I strongly recommend this series if you are interesting in the action movies.&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/4500593214297318789-2138903367907554454?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/2138903367907554454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=2138903367907554454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/2138903367907554454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/2138903367907554454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-16-bourne-series.html' title='Journal #16  The Bourne series'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok-HWZeOh6A/RxBsOkJHSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NL-77YB7Hbk/s72-c/Bourne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-1003904659906685711</id><published>2007-10-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:05:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could Visit Any Place in the World, Where Would You Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;f I can choose one place to visit without considerate the budget and anything else, I will choose &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Egypt&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; not only because it’s distinguished monuments but also the richly historied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First at all, the most famous monuments in &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Egypt&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; must be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Giza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; pyramid complex and the Great Sphinx.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Giza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; pyramid complex contains several small pyramids, and hundreds of mastaba tombs of civil and religious functionaries of the Fifth and Sixth Dynasties and the mysteries always surround with those pyramids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, the Great Sphinx is a large half-human, half-lion statue and it is one of the largest single-stone statues on Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Great Sphix was built by ancient Egyptians in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; millennium BC.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, the history of &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Egypt&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; is the longest continuous history in the world; also because &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Egypt&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; was governed by several foreigners, the fusion culture makes &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Egypt&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; more attractive to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-1003904659906685711?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/1003904659906685711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=1003904659906685711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1003904659906685711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1003904659906685711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-could-visit-any-place-in-world.html' title='If You Could Visit Any Place in the World, Where Would You Go?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-1808027737281371826</id><published>2007-10-05T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:47:53.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #15  Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he history class is always boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sit on the chair without any interested and stare at the textbook.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bald teacher is using his unique and vividly gestures with some spits to descript the Qin Destiny. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Disgusting.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think, and it really makes me disgusted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Outside the classroom, the students have the physical class in the playing field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher who is the most handsome one in our school encourages his students to do the advanced exercise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can even hear his charming voice speak out loudly “GO!GO!! I know you can do that!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The students encouraged by their sweet teacher and hit the great score.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Good job!” I murmured and wish I am the one of them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boring history class was continued, the bald teacher’s exaggerated gesture was continued, and my daydream was continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-1808027737281371826?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/1808027737281371826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=1808027737281371826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1808027737281371826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1808027737281371826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-15-memory.html' title='Journal #15  Memory'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-8156869420631776611</id><published>2007-09-30T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:25:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #13 Hualian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hualian is located on the eastern coast of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, facing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pacific Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; on the east and bordering on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; which is the backbone of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. The administrative district of the city is mainly on the alluvial plain of Hualien River and its tributaries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mugua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Meilun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, the whole area is very flat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The famous scenic spots in Hualian are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taroko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and the East Coast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, Hualian is called “marble” city because of the rich deposit of marble. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-8156869420631776611?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/8156869420631776611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=8156869420631776611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8156869420631776611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8156869420631776611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-13-hualian.html' title='Journal #13 Hualian'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-7249129803828860900</id><published>2007-09-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:25:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 14 How to raise the children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 24pt; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;hen I was a child, I love the TV series: The Cosby Show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the show, I got my first impression in US family—free, cheerful and happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Children can directly express what they want to say and discuss it with the entire family as well as they have their own room and private spaces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, they should get responsible for their own choices and earn the money if they want buying something they like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parents in US treat children as a real adult and that is amazing me a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parents train their children to make their own decision even the hardest one as well as educate their children about how to be critical thinkers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 24pt; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I grow up and came to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, I realized that not all American parents are perfect like the TV series and they still have some struggles in raising a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally prefer the way which the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; parents foster their child and it really improve children’s responsibility and independence. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, grade is everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parents push their children persuade higher education also the higher scores but they never think about children’s need and characteristics. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The parents sometimes give too much attention in the grade instead of encouraging their children to think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, some of the children in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; do not think critically and too depend on their parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad that my parents raising me with love and free.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can do whatever I want but their principle is “do right things at right time and be responsible to your choice”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-7249129803828860900?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/7249129803828860900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=7249129803828860900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7249129803828860900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7249129803828860900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-raise-children.html' title='Journal # 14 How to raise the children?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-4212194562836020486</id><published>2007-09-23T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:14:49.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #12 In the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;unday afternoon, the weather is perfect to wander in the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grass is green and damp with dewy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The birds sing the unknown song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything seems peaceful and eases.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see three kids playing the ball full of energy and their naïve smile brings me happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One boy wears blue shirt and white stubby like the cerulean sky and white cloud, the other boy wears pastel green and pastel pink stripe polo shirt just like the trees and bright flowers, and another girl wears dress with lavender just like angels fall in the earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They play ball, chasing each other and laugh loudly.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The parents sit on the grass and chat with each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a wonderful afternoon it is. &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/4500593214297318789-4212194562836020486?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/4212194562836020486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=4212194562836020486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/4212194562836020486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/4212194562836020486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-12-in-park.html' title='Journal #12 In the Park'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-297065837099676070</id><published>2007-09-23T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:15:19.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #11  Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;hat is my favorite season? Umm I would say summer when I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, because I love the sun burning my skin and swimming like a fish in the ocean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now, I prefer winter because of the white, silent, and restored wonderland.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I saw snow last winter in &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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;U.S.&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;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; and that was my first time seeing real snow flying from sky to ground, from heaven to Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The snow looks as the fur, the feather and the wing of angels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The noisy world suddenly turned off all the voice when the snow comes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only sounds I can hear was from the snow lightly hit the surface of all units on the earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The sounds of snow and rain are totally different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sounds of rain are arbitrary like a bully battering strongly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are full of tense, stressful and nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the sounds of snow are delicateness like the cradle song mom singing beside of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are full of joyful, peaceful and restful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-297065837099676070?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/297065837099676070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=297065837099676070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/297065837099676070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/297065837099676070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-11-winter.html' title='Journal #11  Winter'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-2388194128611236257</id><published>2007-09-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:14:07.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #10  Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;ho is the most influenced person in my life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really know because in the different stages of my short life, there always has someone who affecting me a lot. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I remembered the teacher who taught me how to enrich life, the boy who taught me about love, and the friend who taught me how loyalty and honesty are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every single person I met affect me not only their behavior but their unique characteristics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw a clerk who smiled brightly like sunshine offering customers the most kindly service in the coffee shop and I know how to enjoy the job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw my friend who did everything to accomplish her dream and I understand that everyone can achieve their dream by persistence and endeavor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the most important person in my life who brings me such powerful influence must be my father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My father doesn’t push us a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He allows us doing whatever we want to but his principal is having responsibility to ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to take all the risk of what we did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always treats others with his heart and honesty, and never gives up while facing the most difficult situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is my hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-2388194128611236257?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/2388194128611236257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=2388194128611236257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/2388194128611236257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/2388194128611236257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-10-thank-you.html' title='Journal #10  Thank you!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-8098189520229338820</id><published>2007-09-19T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:31:46.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal  #9 The most powerful weapon--- ExGirlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;irst, I know this journal supposed be posted last week, and I cannot get any score on it. However, I really want to write down something really interesting and amazing opinion from me and my sister. (So.. Mrs. Russell, If there is a free journal this week, Can I waive the journal???? Please~~~)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, my sister and I just gossip one of our friends. He (or just call him “Mr. B”) had a girlfriend 2 years ago and this girl (Ms. ?) really hurt him so much. Mr. B works in U.S. but Ms. ? works in Taiwan so that they don’t have much time to get together. As the result, Ms. ? has fair with other guys in Taiwan, but Mr. B doesn’t know that. One day, Ms. ? came to U.S. visiting Mr. B and she used his computer chatting with the guy who has fair with her in MSN during Mr. B took the shower. Unfortunately, Mr. B is good in computer (his major is computer science and girls, don’t do the same thing if your boyfriend good in computer!) and catch her tail. However, he decided forgiving her at that time. I mean at that time because the same situation happened 3 times. “3 times” That’s amazing, right? Mr. B somehow can’t accept her faithless and then they broke out. That’s the end of the story? Of course NOT! Ms. ? still has good connection with Mr. B and ask favors from him when she needs. Mr. B always do everything for her whatever she asked. The same situation happens every where and Mr. B isn’t the only guy who can’t refuse exgirlfriend’s request, also, this situation really makes a lot of trouble between couples. How will you do if you find EXgirlfriend calling your boyfriend and asking for favor?? For my, maybe I will feel upset about that and question my boyfriend and maybe I will kill the girl, HA, that’s human nature. How about you, my dear classmates?? Leave me commends!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-8098189520229338820?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/8098189520229338820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=8098189520229338820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8098189520229338820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8098189520229338820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-10-most-powerful-weapon.html' title='Journal  #9 The most powerful weapon--- ExGirlfriend'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-5653910201649865891</id><published>2007-09-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:25:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 8  Too Young To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I saw this topic, I spend almost 20 minutes trying to recall my memory from long time ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I got the memory back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Otherwise I might leave this journal become a blank one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2001" day="11" month="9"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;    September  11, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="22"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a normal day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I waked up, ate something for dinner and prepared for going to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned on the TV, and saw the plane flying through the buildings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“What’s that?” I asked my sister and mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The terrorists attack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They really have guts to do that, I thought, and the U.S government will take vengeance for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to work as usual and my colleague said that the world war 3 might begin because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; had under attacked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time, I had realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; may in a very dangerous situation (I always response slowly than others).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mainland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; might attack us in this period of time because our protector-U.S. couldn’t help us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called my mother and told her my concerns but she did not take it serious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, I called my father who worked in mainland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and told him my concerns and he promised me that if he heard something weird he would call me as soon as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally I felt much better however there still some darkness part in my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still worry about the war coming and the world situation so I turn on the TV all the time, even I was in the hospital, I also turn on the radio to get the newest information.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;    Thank God the war doesn’t come and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; is still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to this tragedy, I know that all things happen in the world will affect our life even it happened far away.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-5653910201649865891?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/5653910201649865891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=5653910201649865891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/5653910201649865891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/5653910201649865891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-8-too-young-to-remember.html' title='Journal # 8  Too Young To Remember'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-5363319405588470558</id><published>2007-09-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:24:22.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #7  Other Way to RunAway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; saw dead people at work place all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a nurse (or you can say “used to be”, ha) before, so I thought this is a normal process in all creatures in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People die because of the illness, getting older or the accident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, I can’t bear with people dead accidentally because it is too sad for me for the unexpected death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, my aunt who died unexpected and I feel sad about her lost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My aunt was a traditional woman who had 6 children, 5 girls and 1 boy, and had a husband without any responsibility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did everything she can do to earn the money paying for daily life expense but her husband always kept drinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, my aunt never complained and she always thought that her husband was too young and might get change someday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember that day when the bad news came. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a cloudy day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The telephone was ringing sharply, not like the usual sound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom picked up the phone and started crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was just 7 or 8 years old, and never saw my mom crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She hung out the phone sadly and talked to my pa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My parents then took us to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived hospital, my aunt is on critical and then passes away soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt killed herself with poison when she knew her husband betrayed her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Since today, I still feel sad but that maybe the other way she can escape from such situation. I think. &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/4500593214297318789-5363319405588470558?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/5363319405588470558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=5363319405588470558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/5363319405588470558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/5363319405588470558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-7-other-way-to-runaway.html' title='Journal #7  Other Way to RunAway'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-1216739484607132829</id><published>2007-09-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:56:20.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #6  Right Time or Right Decision?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;personally don’t think there is a right age for marriage. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It depends on the people, different circumstances and what relationship they have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The age seems the least important thing in getting married.  Some of the couples married in their early 20’s and still have wonderful marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;However, some of the couples married in 30’s even older but they are finally divorced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;From my point of view, to get married needs three reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, you love him/her and He/she loves you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, you are getting ready for the new relationship with contrast, and third, you have guts, then, you two can get married! Congratulations! &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/4500593214297318789-1216739484607132829?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/1216739484607132829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=1216739484607132829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1216739484607132829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/1216739484607132829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-6-right-time-or-right-decision.html' title='Journal #6  Right Time or Right Decision?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-8043711423802777606</id><published>2007-09-09T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:57:37.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #5  Conquer the Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" lang="EN-US"&gt;y life was changed since my first day came here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, came to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not only broaden my horizon but learn a lot of things during this period of time.  Everyday I wake up with pleasure and exciting because I know all the things are brand new and need to adjust myself to fit into this new land.   How they communicate to others?  How they eat? What is the popularity here?  I am just like an eager baby try to expend her hand to touch, to feel all the new things coming to her.  However, sometimes I feel frustrating and disappointed especially when I faced the problem that I can’t deal with.   I remember that last year, I need to call the wireless company to figure out how to connect to the internet.  I was new here and my English wasn’t good, so I spent 30 minutes explaining my problem and finally the person who talked to me said that “Miss, can you find somebody who can speak English to talk to me?”  I was so upset and want to go home.  I was useless here and I can’t do the small thing even just made a phone call.   However, past is past. I conquered my fear and stayed here for almost 1 year.  I changed my views in this period of time and felt brave enough to face all new challenge.  I thought that are the rewards that U.S gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-8043711423802777606?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/8043711423802777606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=8043711423802777606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8043711423802777606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8043711423802777606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-5-conquer-fear.html' title='Journal #5  Conquer the Fear'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-62671763297455351</id><published>2007-09-07T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:25:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4 Blue Monday Blue (beware! this article contains inappropriate words and gray feelings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;onday morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;six o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wake up with severe headache. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“sh#t, I shouldn’t drink too much!” I murmured. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I opened the window. It was a heavy rain outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered that one day, in English class, Stephen said that if we want to describe the heavy rain, we can use “rain cats and dogs.” And I don’t know why it’s so complicated. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Could we just say the big rain, the huge rain or something else?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Why should I go to work in this @#$ heavy rain and my brain is going to explode” I muttered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I washed up, I took some Aspirin and hoped the hammer can stop hitting my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;How can I forget the very first time when I heard the term “blue Monday.” It really describe how I feel right now precisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Usually, I feel bad since Sunday morning and end at Tuesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It’s quite a long period of time, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At Tuesday night, I just realize that the holiday is gone, is dead, and is disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will work hard on Wednesday and Thursday, and then on Friday, I am exciting about the coming holiday, and than it’s Saturday, Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, it’s Monday again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Just like a big big circle.” I thought. “And it never ended.” I can’t stop thinking the vicious circle in this time and it’s really bothered me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Can I do something to stop the vicious circle?” I looked myself in the mirror and ask again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly, something appeared behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I looked at the mirror carefully, it is a girl who has a pale face and long black hair and she approached me quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My heart was pounding, my breath got rapid, and my body was shakied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is that true? Or is just my imagination? Or I am so sleepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly, the girl talked to me. “Hey, are you done? It’s my turn.” And the girl is my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&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/4500593214297318789-62671763297455351?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/62671763297455351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=62671763297455351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/62671763297455351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/62671763297455351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-4-blue-monday-blue-beware-this.html' title='Journal #4 Blue Monday Blue (beware! this article contains inappropriate words and gray feelings)'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-7465358274312225784</id><published>2007-09-03T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:39:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3 What the weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am so happy about the free journal! Sometimes it’s hard to answer the complicated questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This week was our first week, and I already felt the stress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Friday, I listed all things and homework in my note book and it’s HUGE!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As usual, I arranged all the things during the 3-day long weekend, and finally, as usual, I failed. Ha!Ha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On Saturday, I supposed that I finished my second journal and started the third one but I didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Sunday, I supposed that I accomplished the third journal and began the other homework but I didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Monday, mnnnnn… I should concentrate my all focus on the homework!! HA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This long weekend, the weather is too hot and the air conditioner did not well function, so my sister and I decided to go to my friend’s house near the Marina del Rey beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The temperature there was so wonderful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to beach, enjoyed the sun and soaked in the sea all the afternoon. It was amazing! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I forgot all the homework and stress when I lay on the beautiful sandy beach with blue sky and cool wind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also went to the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; restaurant and had great Pho!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the end of the weekend, I realized that the summer was over and the busy fall was coming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means I have a lot of challenges to fight and have no time to waste! GOGOGO!! &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/4500593214297318789-7465358274312225784?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/7465358274312225784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=7465358274312225784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7465358274312225784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/7465358274312225784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-3-what-weekend.html' title='Journal #3 What the weekend!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-8938057201325120332</id><published>2007-09-03T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:41:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2  Be brave to be a writer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;he meanings of Didion and Ellis’s words are the same- we don’t think that our thoughts, life, even ourselves are as important as others, so we fear to exposure our feelings as a writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;We write down something important to us, and just for us, not for somebody else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boy next door who teasing you, the very first kiss, and even the small yellow flowers beside walkway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the trivia things did make any sense for others, but it all my unique memory and it all belong to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I agree with what Vanessa said- writing is more powerful than speaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s meaningful when you write down a little note and put it under the coffee cup than you just say “I love you” to your love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The meaning of writing not only to remember, to feel, but to express your truly mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-8938057201325120332?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/8938057201325120332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=8938057201325120332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8938057201325120332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/8938057201325120332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-2-be-brave-to-be-writer.html' title='Journal #2  Be brave to be a writer!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500593214297318789.post-3839177115375034803</id><published>2007-08-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:13:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1  The begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can I find something else to do other than writing? Reading, yes. Listening, yes. But writing, big nono!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t really remember when I became afraid in writing, even use my first language, I also feel scared about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, writing is like a kind of a serious business. If I wrote down something, it will keep forever and ever, like the evidence, and maybe one day, someone will arrest me because of the piece of the paper, put me in the jail because of my writing, and stay in the jail until I was 80 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OH! I need to stop think about the bad things at all! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In one hand, writing is a good way to keep story alive. We know history, geography, mathematics, and science because of someone wrote it, recorded it, and saved it. If no one loves writing, we will loss a lot of fun in reading others’ story and learning new things. Moreover, we can’t read “People” for entertainment!! In the other hand, we can know ourselves better throughout writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to sedate our mood first, and start to think. Every word, sentence and paragraph has their own meanings, and you need to have a good organization skill to pull them all together as well as become a good article.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, the writing is much the same as Zen philosophy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Actually, I prefer reading than writing for one reason- I am not a good writer, and it’s easy to read than to write.  However, I know my destiny, and I can’t avoid this kind of writing things, so that I decide to face it, fight it, and conquer it with my whole ambitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500593214297318789-3839177115375034803?l=natashavq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/feeds/3839177115375034803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500593214297318789&amp;postID=3839177115375034803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/3839177115375034803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500593214297318789/posts/default/3839177115375034803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashavq.blogspot.com/2007/08/journal-1-begining.html' title='Journal #1  The begining'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12430681631188037965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
