<?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-3918637677621206894</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:45:35.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig House (^(OO)^)</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918637677621206894.post-7578408028320012602</id><published>2008-03-25T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:14:12.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;       Today is my roommate’s birthday, Mellissa, but we didn’t celebrate on today, we celebrated on last Sunday. In that day, I seem had a caught so I told her that I had to go out to see doctor. Actually, there was not doctor on Sunday. I and the other friends had met at the academy, and then we took Mellissa to have a dinner to celebrate. When she realized why we have a dinner, she was surprise. She seems to cry, she said “Thank you, I am so happy. I won’t forget. “In that night, we told around and took pictures. Finally, Mellissa, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-7578408028320012602?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7578408028320012602/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=7578408028320012602' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7578408028320012602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7578408028320012602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-934605329489359464</id><published>2008-03-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:33:14.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;        Last Friday night was Yuntech’s sport meet beginning. It was a thrilling sight but I stayed at dormitory because I was very tired. Before the sport meet, my class had to practice. I don’t know what the time is. There started a pretty firework. Fortunately, my dormitory could see the firework. “Wow! How beautiful it is!” I said. It was so exciting. The next day, I joined the contest that twenty people have to tie their legs and run to the destination. On the contest, our class was the fattest and firmest. Of course, we got the winner. In the afternoon, our class had relay race. I didn’t join it, but I could cheer for the players. It was so amazing!! We won the champion again!! Wow! DAFL, you are so great! You are wonderful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-934605329489359464?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/934605329489359464/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=934605329489359464' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/934605329489359464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/934605329489359464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sport-meet.html' title='Sport Meet'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-1290823567850154159</id><published>2008-03-11T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:19:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        I felt my stress was becoming larger than last semester. Beginning the second semester, I went home every weekend. I just want to evade the pressure. Sometimes I can’t breathe. I don’t know what I can do. Maybe I have to be harder to adjust the situation. I believe I can do it. I can.
        And last weekend, one thing let me very up sad. Before the weekend, my friend called me. She wanted to have a date with me. We were so happy to meet each other. But on that day, she didn’t come and call me, even without brief news to tell me that she couldn’t come. Suddenly, I felt angry how she could… so I made a decision that I would never talk to her when she call me to say sorry. I was waiting, until tomorrow she called me. She just said,” I was very sorry. My cell phone was turn off and I didn’t know so …. I was very sorry.” In that time, my heart was cold. I couldn’t think. It broke my heart. If you think I am your best friend, you wouldn’t do that to me. Finally, I forgive her. Why she is my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-1290823567850154159?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1290823567850154159/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=1290823567850154159' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1290823567850154159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1290823567850154159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/312.html' title='3/12'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-4639129442176951496</id><published>2008-03-03T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:49:38.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        On the 28th February, I went to the 鹿港 with my roommates. On the 27th, we first came to one of my roommates’ home, Carolyn; we had stayed there one night. When we got her home, I found out that I forgot to bring our bag which was lost in the train. Goodness!! I called out to the train service to help me. The lucky didn’t go out with me. Fortunately, my bag was found. How stupid I am. Why can I forget to bring it!?
        The next day, we started our trip in 鹿港. We saw many old temples that built for hundred years. Besides, we had go to the famous 摸乳巷. It also can call 君子巷. This road is very small and narrow that it only can one person to trough it. If one person go on the one site and the other go on the other site, their chest will touch on the road. And then, we went to the 鹿港老街there had many delicious foods. I ate very satisfied. In the evening, we came back to school. I was very happy because I went out with my best roommates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-4639129442176951496?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4639129442176951496/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=4639129442176951496' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/4639129442176951496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/4639129442176951496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/33.html' title='3/3'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-322654897624679514</id><published>2008-01-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:54:26.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;         Sometimes I don’t want to grow up; I want to be a little child. This thinking isn’t good, is it? Being an adult has more pressure and they realize how cruel in the society. When I grow up gradually, I feel more pressure from my parents. They think I am nineteen, I should face the challenge. I shouldn’t like a kid, require them to help me. At the beginning, I can’t adjust it actually, but now I can. I shouldn’t depend on my parents; I have to try to fly out. When my parents could protect me, I should go out to see what the world look like. Maybe I would hurt, but I still want to do it. I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-322654897624679514?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/322654897624679514/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=322654897624679514' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/322654897624679514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/322654897624679514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/125.html' title='1/25'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-1290118437009654836</id><published>2008-01-22T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:08:03.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peaceful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It’s a winter vocation. I can’t believe it. The time passes very quickly. What did I learn in the past months? I don’t know. I just wanted to play in the past months. Actually, I still don’t know what my goal is. What I want to get in the college?
        Go back to my home, I cleaned my room. It had heavy dust. And then, I watched the TV, I hadn’t watch the TV for a long time. In the evening, I am waiting my parents went home. I missed them so much. We just talked and watched the TV show together. How sweet!
        This winter vocation I don’t have a plan so I think I will stay at home and help my mom clean the house or go to work with my dad and practice my poor English. That’s all. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-1290118437009654836?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1290118437009654836/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=1290118437009654836' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1290118437009654836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1290118437009654836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/peaceful-day.html' title='peaceful day'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-7970319666103563383</id><published>2008-01-04T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:42:29.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;　　I have to apology to Professor Christ because I promised I would keep going to write the blog last class. I have been very busy recently because it is in the end of the academic term; every body has prepared the final exams or final reports. So I am so sorry to professor.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If this all thing completed and I am all pass, it will be the most gladdest. And then we will get almost one month winter vacation. I have to plan this vacation perfectly. It is so long I hadn't heard my friend in the high school, I think we should have to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. Besides I heard from teacher that student entrance in 2007 have to join the national exam between two years or you have to add more English class to strong your English ability in the third-year in college. And you have to get the diploma or you can't graduate from the college. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DAFL&lt;/span&gt; students have to pass above the exam from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GEPT&lt;/span&gt; the third stage. So this winter vacation I have to strengthen my English ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-7970319666103563383?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7970319666103563383/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=7970319666103563383' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7970319666103563383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7970319666103563383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-3571090738770352942</id><published>2007-12-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:57:05.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        Today is the Christmas’ Eve. I was so excited because we had good news of newspapers to worth to others. We were so nervous and afraid that ambiance was down that was embarrassed. “Take easy. Self-confidence is the secret to success.” I said to myself. “Breathe deeply! OK! Let’s go! “said my classmate. The first class was in the MB (Management B), this class’ students were very find. They were very passion and sang the song with us. At the end, we were spraying the candy to the student and took the picture with the professor. Anyway, the first mission was success. It was the good beginning that helped us got the more confidence. We continued to find the next class. We decided to the kindergarten. I only know that the kids were very cute! They were not only singing the Christmas’ song with us but also dancing with us. I was so happy to meet them. Due to we had the class, we said goodbye to the kindergarten.
        We reached the class, I didn’t see the professor. I asked my classmate what happen. They told me that the professor wanted us to have good news of newspapers to worth to others. How excited it is!! And then, we just went to the other classes to sing the song to the student. Finally, I wish every body have good Christmas day and happy New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-3571090738770352942?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3571090738770352942/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=3571090738770352942' title='2 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/3571090738770352942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/3571090738770352942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/1224.html' title='12/24'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-3006622947953527061</id><published>2007-12-09T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:36:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;12/10/07
　　In last weekend, I went home. How long I didn’t go home. When I got on the train, I called my dear father and told him that I was got on the train. However, he just told to me “Do you know you have another sister or brother in this afternoon?” It was so shock!! It is meaning my mother just became pregnant again. How ridiculous!! My age contract between the baby, eighteen years old. Oh my god!! I couldn’t believe so I ask my father in detail. Factually, the baby was not mine; it was my paternal uncle’s. To arrive at the station, I went to the hospital to look at the baby. When I got into the sickroom to see the lying –in woman, the nurse just took the baby in the room. It’s a girl and she is so beautiful, she looked like my uncle. She was so small and she had a lot of fur on her head. We were all quiet down, we were afraid the baby crying. She was born not enough 24 hours and her bones were soft so no one can hug her. I looked at her and thought how amazing it is. It is a life. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. I thought she could see but the nurse said that she couldn’t see anything; she just could smell and taste. The baby is the godsend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-3006622947953527061?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3006622947953527061/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=3006622947953527061' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/3006622947953527061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/3006622947953527061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/1210.html' title='12/10'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-1946182647606196803</id><published>2007-12-04T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:53:40.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;12/4
　　It is winter; I almost couldn’t get up early such as I was late to clearing the school or going to the class. I have been lazy, how I can do.
　　In the PE class, I had a long distance running, 800 meters, and the short distance running, 100 meters. I haven’t do exercise since I graduated from the senior high school. After running, I almost couldn’t breathe. After a while, I felt my muscular pains of my legs. It was hardly for me to go up stair.
　　In the afternoon, my roommate told to me about her problem in love. Her boyfriend seemed to break up with her. She was very nervous and angry. When we went back to the dormitory, she shouted and went around her desk. Actually, I didn’t like her boyfriend, he wasn’t just very thoughtful. When my roommate called her boyfriend, he said if he wouldn’t call her, they would break up. How cruel he is! I didn’t realize why he could do that to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-1946182647606196803?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1946182647606196803/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=1946182647606196803' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1946182647606196803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1946182647606196803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/124.html' title='12/4'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-5231101950229303087</id><published>2007-12-01T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:58:54.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;  After my friend went back to Taichung, I went to seek an apartment. The next semester, I didn’t want to live in the dormitory. Living in the dormitory, I always played and talked with my roommates who are my new friend in college. My medium exam is poor so I have to start to work hard. Actually, I didn’t like them sometimes. When I had a question in homework, they always said that I didn’t know, either. It was not only asking questions but also life’s decision. I was not to help them; it bothered me once in a while. When I made a decision, they would make another decision. They could do it by themselves so why I made decision. Nevertheless, living in the dormitory is cheaper than in an apartment. My family wouldn’t agree to live in an apartment because it is dangerous that a girl lives outside by herself. My parents would worry about my safety. I have to think seriously where I will live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-5231101950229303087?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5231101950229303087/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=5231101950229303087' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/5231101950229303087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/5231101950229303087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/122.html' title='12/2'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-8363807746641628386</id><published>2007-12-01T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T06:03:22.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;  The last day in the November, tomorrow is December first. My senior friend will come to Yunlin, I am so happy and excited. We have made the party for a month. My roommates envy me my friend especially come here to see me. This is why I am very happy.
  Tomorrow is N.Y.S.T. anniversary celebrations of a college. There will have some street vendors keep a stall in the college. I think tomorrow will throng many people. It is the first time that I join the N.Y.S.T. anniversary, I am so excited. Actually, I will get up at 4 am in the morning. I join the activities of running’s server so I have to wake up early. And then, I have to meet my friends and take them see around in the school. How beautiful in my school. In the midnight, I have the other party; it is for a birthday party. I will be busy in tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-8363807746641628386?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8363807746641628386/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=8363807746641628386' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/8363807746641628386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/8363807746641628386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/1131.html' title='11/31'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-4728478573973735761</id><published>2007-11-28T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:45:31.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;11/28/07
  The weather turned cold today; it was cold, windy, and overcast. I wake up late, so I was almost late for the Chinese class. Fortunately, I got there on time. How lucky I was!! During the class, I looked out the window at the bad weather. It gave me headache. I felt uncomfortable, so I didn’t want go outside, I just wanted to stay in the dormitory where it is nice and warm. On rainy days, I sometimes feel like going to a coffee shop and staying there all day, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a magazine or a book. Sounds relaxing, doesn’t it? How can I have that kind of life? I imagine this every time it rains; I build castles in the air.
  Today, I called to my father, and we had a long talk. Suddenly, I realized that home is always my harbor of refuge where I can feel loved. I wanted to go home and ate my mother’s cook. I felt so homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-4728478573973735761?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4728478573973735761/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=4728478573973735761' title='1 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/4728478573973735761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/4728478573973735761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/1128.html' title='11/28'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-7063806872275627210</id><published>2007-11-27T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:42:43.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Recently, I haven’t known any reason; I felt the pressure became larger than before. I felt very upset, I studied hard and why my grade was not well, I …. I known I was graduated of business subject in the senior , not in English, so when I known I was entering in the DAFL, I had to spend more time than others and studied hard. But right now, I made a little progress, but it was not enough, I felt very tired. I still in the last in the class, I thougt I will be fail. Sometime I thought did I really love English, did I choose the correct major, and maybe it is not my place. I got a lot of frustrations. I really wanted to change, but how can I do? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-7063806872275627210?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7063806872275627210/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=7063806872275627210' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7063806872275627210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/7063806872275627210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/1127.html' title='11/27'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-899103414636311664</id><published>2007-11-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:40:37.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>＋ 2007 / 11 / 23 ＋</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; In the night, I went to organization of dormitory’s internet with my friend. We told a lot, we told about the history Second World War in china. I didn’t why we told about it. We told about how Japanese killed the Chinese people, they used very ruthless way to Chinese people. We just couldn’t believe how cruel it is. They didn’t give the prisoner a quire, they tyrannize the prisoner. Besides, they did with the woman was the same, cruel way. I was very angry about they violate the woman no matter how old they are. They did that again and again. Then the victim had to suffer this and Japanese haven’t apology in public. Specifically, Second World War took place by Japan, then, the America put two atomic bomb, and then, they felt they were the victim. I can’t recognize why, they must apology to us. When I watched the Second World War video or book, why human so cruel. Why did we have to attack each other?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-899103414636311664?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/899103414636311664/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=899103414636311664' title='1 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/899103414636311664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/899103414636311664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/2007-11-23.html' title='＋ 2007 / 11 / 23 ＋'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-841382575256171332</id><published>2007-11-22T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:19:37.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Shopping</title><content type='html'>Go Shopping


  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the class, my roommate, Carolyn and I decided to go shopping. We rode the bike and went to the train station. There sold a lot of clothing and shoes, something else. To reach the train station and finding the sparking, we started to go shopping. We almost like widow shopping. First, we bought the French fries. We ate the fries and went shopping at the same time, I know it is not polite but it’s very convenient. We went around in a while, finally, I bought a jacket, the color is red, I never wore the red color before, I don’t know the jacket suit me. My roommate said that is great and not bad so I thought I had to change my style, it look not bad so I bought it. And then, I helped my roommate select a new clothes, we took thirty minutest on selecting her clothes, it was so difficult, fortunately, we found it, a nice T-shirt. At last, we spent four hours on shopping; we just bought a jacket and a sweater. I was very happy, hanging out with my roommate, next time; we could go out to play again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-841382575256171332?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/841382575256171332/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=841382575256171332' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/841382575256171332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/841382575256171332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-shopping.html' title='Go Shopping'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-1977844928262752029</id><published>2007-11-18T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:08:08.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid exam</title><content type='html'>Mid exam
 

  The exam was finished in the last week, suddenly I felt free. The exam I felt I didn’t do very

well, I was afraid I’ll be failed. What can I do? I did the best on myself. = =


  Forget it! It was the past, it is the true, I can’t change it so lets it go. The next time, Final

exam, I will do the best. I will work hard. I have to stop the playing feelings; I am studying in

the college, not playing in the college. Just do yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-1977844928262752029?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1977844928262752029/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=1977844928262752029' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1977844928262752029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1977844928262752029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mid-exam.html' title='Mid exam'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-5921733103495819200</id><published>2007-11-01T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:41:19.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hard!</title><content type='html'>I have been a college student for two months. And I'm still not used to studying in the university, sometime I didn't understand what are teacher talking, I can't get the point.
  Recently, I have getton the text in the class, then I got the bad score. I didn't know why, mybe I study in the wrong way or just didn't work hardly. I was little upset, why I so stupid, I can't study in good score. Then, I had a report about history, I also worked hardly, but the teacher still say my report was not good. God! Why I can't reach the teacher's standard! It's so setback.
My pressure is much bigger, I can't breath.
  I wanted to do the best, but why I always loss. I really worked hard... ( &gt;n&lt;) Whatever, Just keep going!! I think keep working hard, I still have choice to sucee, if I won't do it, I still a losser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-5921733103495819200?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5921733103495819200/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=5921733103495819200' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/5921733103495819200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/5921733103495819200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-hard.html' title='Work Hard!'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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-3918637677621206894.post-1990341648606899480</id><published>2007-10-07T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:14:55.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fo7_WRIT1_Carrol_022</title><content type='html'>Q1: Will the crew need to use their weapons to protect themselves?
An: After watching the movie, I think they really need to use the weapons to protect themselves because they don’t know what might happen in the future.

Q2: What sort of people might the crew find on the alien ship and what they want?
An: They might find the monsters that have two big eyes, long ears, and shrill voice on the alien ship. Also the monsters are very short and thin, especially they have wings. The monsters want to protect themselves, they are afraid people fight them.

Q3: Why are aliens not answering the Enterprise greeting?
An: They don’t answer the greeting because they are holding an emergency meeting. The human is coming and asking to have a meeting. They don’t know the people can’t protect themselves so they are afraid of people.

Q4: Why might the episode to be called “Fight or Flight?  ”
An: They don’t have ability to protect by themselves so they are not very sure to fight or flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918637677621206894-1990341648606899480?l=mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1990341648606899480/comments/default' title='張貼意見'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918637677621206894&amp;postID=1990341648606899480' title='0 個意見'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1990341648606899480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918637677621206894/posts/default/1990341648606899480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmallworldoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/fo7writ1carrol022.html' title='fo7_WRIT1_Carrol_022'/><author><name>Carrol (^(OO)^)</name><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></feed>
