<?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-13657909</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:37.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noodle journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657909.post-112060948780223062</id><published>2005-07-06T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:24:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream!</title><content type='html'>When I was a child, I often wished to become a teacher because teacher is a job that everybody respect. Besides, I love children, so I wanted to be a teacher to teach them. Especially, I wanted to teach English although my english was very terrible. And when I was in high school, I changed my dream. I wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to help everybody to treat their pain. I saw many people who didn't have enough conditions to treat their diseases. I felt poor for them! But after that, my mother wanted me to study in America. i had to change my dream again. I chose my major adminitration. And i found this school, i had to study english well before going to America. learning english is very difficult to me. And of course, I like to be a businesswoman because if i am a businesswoman, i can communicate with everybody in the world. My relationship will be enlarge. That is my dream. I hope my dream will come to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112060948780223062?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112060948780223062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112060948780223062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112060948780223062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112060948780223062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dream.html' title='My dream!'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112061016526862714</id><published>2005-07-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:36:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye everybody!</title><content type='html'>I have to nearly say goodbye to everybody in my school because next month, I will not go to school any more. I will come back home in Hue. I hope to gradute this school soon. Of corse, I feel very happy to go home, but I also feel sad because I have to say goodbye to my teachers and  friends. I will miss them so much. I will never forget them. Next month, I think our school will be very quiet because some of students will take a holiday. They will go to America to visit. Mrs. Binh asked me to go but I didn't want to go. I prefer go home to visit my family. But after a  month, I will come back here. So see everybody  again. I hope everybody have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;           Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112061016526862714?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112061016526862714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112061016526862714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112061016526862714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112061016526862714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodbye-everybody.html' title='Goodbye everybody!'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112055019358613836</id><published>2005-07-05T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:56:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about my next vacation</title><content type='html'>I always think about my hometown because there were many memories there. When I was still there, I often went to beach with my friends to swim and eat seefood. We had a good time together. I still remember that therewas one time, my house was in water. That was flood since 1999, everywhere in Hue was flooded by water. It was raining heavy all day. Almost all rivers were raising. At the midnight, My family was deep sleeping, suddendly, water raised too fast and my house was in it. But we did not know anything. Suddendly, my grandmother woke up by the neighbors' sound and she left her bed. She screamed and made us wake up to run away. But we could not run because my whole house was over by water. Therefore, we thought that we would die together. we still stayed in home and picked up somthing to avoid sweting by water. My hometown near beach. So thank for broking coast, we could be alive. That was a terrible memory but I never forfet it.  I often cry when I think about my family.  You know, I have been living here for near two years while my family is living in Hue. I just came back on Tet holiday. I like to take a long walk with my friends on the Trang Tien Bridge. It is very cool and romantice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112055019358613836?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112055019358613836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112055019358613836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112055019358613836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112055019358613836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/thinking-about-my-next-vacation.html' title='Thinking about my next vacation'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112054889433924604</id><published>2005-07-05T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:34:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feeling!</title><content type='html'>Now, I feel very happy because I nearly finish my studying at this month even though i have to face many difficult examinations like slep test. I think I will try to do it, but it is not good, It is ok because don't want to think about that any more. I want to take a vacation to visit my family. I miss my mother and friends soo much! I don't want to study continuous.&lt;br /&gt;         I have just finished the final writing test. It is so so. I am not sure that I could do it well but I think it is not bad. Many students said that it was too easy to fail. That was only joking. I think evrybody did it well. And tomorrow, we will take a final reading test but I do not feel more worried about than slep test because because the slep test is more important and difficult than it. And I do not know how to prepare the lesson to take the examination better.&lt;br /&gt;         I hope that I could do all of the examination well. I want to gradute this school before I leave here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112054889433924604?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112054889433924604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112054889433924604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112054889433924604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112054889433924604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-feeling.html' title='My feeling!'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112046815905520574</id><published>2005-07-04T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:09:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you be if you were a animal?</title><content type='html'>This was a topic in Andrea's class. We had to write one paragraph about that. So, what would you be if you were a animal? In my class, there were many kinds of animals that we wished, such as birds, cats, dogs, monkeys....to me, I would be a while cat because I love cat. Cat is one of the kinds of pet that is very lovely. I think many people like cat, so if i were a cat, I would be looked after carefully by people. I could live in house with human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112046815905520574?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112046815905520574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112046815905520574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112046815905520574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112046815905520574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-would-you-be-if-you-were-animal.html' title='what would you be if you were a animal?'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112046577063868701</id><published>2005-07-04T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:29:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I prefer going to school to staying at home.</title><content type='html'>Today, i don not have to go to school. So i woke up late. Although, i stayed at home, i did not have breakfast because i was really tired. Lastnight, i had a terrible headache. How about my weekend? it lasted slowly and i did not do any different things. i just stayed at home and played with my niece. She is very lovely and nice. Today, she had to go to school, so I am at home alone and lie in my bed. I don't want to go out. Although my friends often invite me to go out with them but I like staying more.And I want to go to school, because when i go to there, I can meet all of my friends and talk with them.I feel very happy to see them. Besides, of course i really feel happy when i see all of my teachers. they are very kink and funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112046577063868701?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112046577063868701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112046577063868701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112046577063868701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112046577063868701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-prefer-going-to-school-to-staying-at.html' title='I prefer going to school to staying at home.'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112012032683640005</id><published>2005-06-30T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:32:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teena's class</title><content type='html'>When Alison left here, We did not have any new teacher to teach us because they did not come here yet. So Teena taught us. She is a beautiful lady but she is really serious teacher. When she came in my class, everybody asked her to play games like the teacher before, but she did not agree with them. She just said that we must study and study, no games any more. So The class became very serious and did not have any laught or noise. I think she really taught very well but she was not funny, so the students would feel very afraid and stress out. You know, the student always like to study with funny teachers who can make them laught and feel relax. Like Matt, Alison or Carrie were really funny and taught well. so everybody loves them. And Mike is too. We only see him at the first time but we really like him. So I think with Teena's characters, she will be a good maneger and she will succeed. However, we like her because she is very beautiful and kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112012032683640005?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112012032683640005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112012032683640005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112012032683640005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112012032683640005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/teenas-class.html' title='Teena&apos;s class'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-112003391254476479</id><published>2005-06-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:31:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a bad day for me!</title><content type='html'>Now, i am really sad and upset with the result that I have received. It was very terrible. I have never received before. I had to pay a long time to do it, until it was really bad. I could not beleive what it was. And I can not understand why Teena gave me the terrible result like that. I think I worked harder than another students but why i received worse result. I feel very upset and do not want to do any more. My god! what did I do? Not only was there it, but there also was other bad result that I received. It was a speaking test. Teena also gave a worse result than another studends while I prepared enough my lesson. I could not understand her. My friends adviced me that I should ask her why she gave me the result like that. But I do not want to repeat it again. I want to forget it and will try to do the next time. I still feel sad and stress out. Today is a bad day for me. I worked too hard but I did not succeed. Terrible! I hate myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-112003391254476479?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112003391254476479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=112003391254476479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112003391254476479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/112003391254476479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-is-bad-day-for-me.html' title='Today is a bad day for me!'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111995300023463376</id><published>2005-06-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T03:03:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about Michale's class?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, It was very interesting. Although, this is the first time we study with Michale, we feel very comfortable and relax. However, he gave us a lot of homwork. So now, I have to research Alcohol topic. There are many details that make me crazy. Do you think that drinking alcohol is good or bad? In my opinion, it is really bad because it is very harmful for health. It can kill people if they drink too much. Moreovar, there are many accidents that will happen by drunken men and it will kill many innocent people. It is very terrible! I hate alcohol! Our government should make it be illegal. This is the topic that I choose. I am not sure that I will do it well but I will try and hope so.&lt;br /&gt;        Nice to meet you, Michale!&lt;br /&gt;        Now, I have to go home! goodbye! Have a good dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111995300023463376?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111995300023463376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111995300023463376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995300023463376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995300023463376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-about-michales-class.html' title='How about Michale&apos;s class?'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111995216953300029</id><published>2005-06-28T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T02:49:29.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about my classes today?</title><content type='html'>Today, I was really tired because last night, I forgot doing my essay, so this morning, I had to wake up early and come to school. I thought that I was so stupid and lazy. I did not have breakfast, iI was really hungry but I did not have enough time to eat any thing. Finally, I had finished my essay and gave Teena. At that time, I just felt ok and continued to study.&lt;br /&gt;        Oh, today, in SSP class, Teena was there and lokked at us while we were studying. At the first time, we were very worried and scared her. We kept more quietly than before. But after few minutes, we did not feel worried and scared her any more because we studied hard. We talked together and made laught. It was so funny with Drew. And the time was really fast. Although i felt hungry but when I was in this class, I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;        And in andrea's class, I had to write three paragraphs. So I did not have time to think about anything. That was good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111995216953300029?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111995216953300029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111995216953300029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995216953300029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995216953300029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-about-my-classes-today.html' title='How about my classes today?'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111995075909615900</id><published>2005-06-28T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T02:25:59.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, june 28th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hello, Michale!&lt;br /&gt;  I am so sorry about my journals. Last week, I did not write any journal because I was so busy and tired. And I forgot it. I am so sorry about that. Now, I will write it often. Today is the first day that you taught us, you are so funny and kind, like Alison, she is too.  All of us enjoyed studying in Alison's class. And now,I think everybody was very interested. Good job! Michale!&lt;br /&gt;  This is the first time I see you, so i want to know more about you. i hope I could study with you for a long time. And we know that it is very difficult to teach the students at the first time, but we think that you will be a good teacher. Don't worried about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111995075909615900?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111995075909615900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111995075909615900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995075909615900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111995075909615900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/thursday-june-28th-2005.html' title='Thursday, june 28th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111925932877079966</id><published>2005-06-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T02:35:22.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, june 20th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Today is first day of new week but I am really tired because last night, i just slept 4-5 hours. I had to do essay. it took a lot of time to finish. However, today I tried to study and avoid sleeping in my classes. So maybe tonight, I will fall in sleep easy. Now, i am reseaching about gay marriage. this is controversal topic in the world. There are many argument betweem gay marriage should be legal or illegal. For me, It is very difficult to give a good remarkfor this problem. But for me, I think gay marriage should be legal because they are also human, so they must have rights of human. They also have personality choice that effect their lives. They can do anything like nateral people. However, there are many people think that it should be illegal because heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. infertile couples and old people can't legally get married because the world needs more children. Besides,  children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. that's why single parents are forbidden to raise children. Therefore, there are many public opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111925932877079966?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111925932877079966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111925932877079966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111925932877079966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111925932877079966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/monday-june-20th-2005.html' title='Monday, june 20th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111899609113044085</id><published>2005-06-17T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:14:51.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, june 17th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of this week. Tomorrow, I will not have to go to school. I can stay at home but I think that I will be sad because I don't often go out on the weekend. I often stay at home. Last night, I was really tired because I had a terrible headache. So in the morning, I could not wake up early like before but I still came to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;        In the afternoon, I saw Carrie come back here with craig. I felt very happy when I saw her again but I was talked to her anymore. i really miss her. I was also invited to her dinner tonight. I really love it but I am not sure that I can come because I can not go out at night alone. My family will not allow me to go. So I will be sorry if I do not come there. But I hope everybody will come and have a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;       Now, i do not have any stories to tell. How about today? Like everyday before. It was very interesting in Alison' class. Very funny in Drew's class. I like to join in these classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111899609113044085?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111899609113044085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111899609113044085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111899609113044085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111899609113044085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-june-17th-2005.html' title='Friday, june 17th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111891397561294488</id><published>2005-06-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:26:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, june 16th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Although, I want to take a vacation, I still enjoy studying, because this month, all of my classes are very funny. I like them. Oh, last night, I dreamed about my friends. I often dream about them because I often think about them. Also, last night, I read a ghost story that I borrowed Andrea. It was really interesting, so I liked it. The story tolk about a man who had a child with a woman without being married. After that, he did not do anything to help the woman and his son. He got married with another younger woman and lived with her. at the night, the woman dreamed about the man's new wife. The woman dreamed that there was a woman was a wicth and was sitting beside her. So the woman was very scared and tried to hold her arm and pulled her up floor. And in the morning, the woman met the new wife who the woman never saw yet, but she was th woman in dreams. but the woman looked at her arm and saw a mark. And.....&lt;br /&gt;In SSP class, we were practiced to prepare for next step.&lt;br /&gt;     In the afternoon, we were also funny and laughed all the time. Most of students in my class have dirty mind. They think so much. But They are very funny. &lt;br /&gt;    Now, I have to go home. Stop here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111891397561294488?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111891397561294488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111891397561294488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111891397561294488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111891397561294488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/thursday-june-16th-2005.html' title='Thursday, june 16th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111891253546323294</id><published>2005-06-16T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T02:46:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday, june 16th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Now, it is 3:30 PM. i am trying to write journal. It is so hard to write here because i have just finished my studies. so now, I am really tired. Yesterday, I didn't write journal, so now I have to write to journals. Let's me see........&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came to school early to eat breatfast. After that, I was in Stacy's class. She is a new teacher. She is American. She is very funny and kind. She made my class become interesting. We was talking about advertising products. In SSP class, there were only five students but with Drew, our class was very interesting. After that, I came in andrea's class. And I was writing a story with sentence"I heard a noise in....". And I wrote a story about my old story. That was last summer when I cam back my home in Hue. It was the night when I only stayed up late to read book. I heard a noise in my house. But it was not clear, so I did not know what it was. After that, I forgot it and continued to read the book. I was reading the ghost story. So now, i felt a little scared because my house was very quiet and cold. Suddenly, i heard it again but at the time, it was also small noise, so I could not recognize what it was. So I tried to keep calm and read story. I felt more interested and more scared when the story was nearly the end up. And now, I heard a noise nearly me and it was slouder, clearer. And I know that it was a knock on my room's door. But I was not scared because I thought that my mother did id and she wanted to give me a glass of hot milk. She often did it when I lived with her. I ran quickly to the door and opened it. Buy where was my mother? I did not see her or any body. who did it? I did not know. All of doors were closed. So I tried to walk to my mother's room. She was still sleeping. Oh! my god! I felt very scared and ran quickly to my room and cloded my door. I could not continue to read the book. I decided to go the bed and tried to fall in sleep but I could not do it. I felt more scared and could not do anything. And I didn't know what happened after that and when I fail on sleep. In the morning, I woke up and told it to my mother. She just laughted me and did not believe me. So I didn't tell to anybody. Now, I do not still know what happened. That is a story when i was in my home last year.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, alison's class is the most interesting because everybody enjoys studying . She often chooses the best topic that we like. She gave us a game. It was so funny. And we talked about Dreams. I was a dream analyst. Why do we have dream? I think something we always think, we will dream about that in our sleep. However, some dreams will come true, I beleave that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111891253546323294?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111891253546323294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111891253546323294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111891253546323294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111891253546323294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/thursday-june-16th-2005_16.html' title='thursday, june 16th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111882677226327969</id><published>2005-06-15T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T02:12:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, june 15th, 2005</title><content type='html'>Now, it is 3:22 PM. I am talking with Truc who nearly takes a vacation. So now, I cannot think to write journal. I will continue writing tomorrow. i am sorry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111882677226327969?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111882677226327969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111882677226327969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111882677226327969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111882677226327969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/wednesday-june-15th-2005.html' title='Wednesday, june 15th, 2005'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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-13657909.post-111873918380174460</id><published>2005-06-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:02:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday, june 14th, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is tuesday. It is the first day that I started studying at level 109 again. Now, I am really tired because I have been studying for nearly seven months. So it is very tired and bored to continue studying. I intended to take a vacation on this month because I really miss my family. I want to come back my home in Hue but i couldn't. I have to wait for Mrs. Binh to ask her. So I really sad. Yesterday, I did not go to school because I thought that I could stop studying here. Therefore, I lost my studying day and lost the first day that I had to go to school. This morning, I came to school early to meet Mi Mi to ask her about my books. The first class was Alison's conversation class. She is really good teacher because she has more experiences to teach us. Her class was very interesting because we were talked to much. And in this class, there was a new teacher and we did not know well about her. But she looked very kind and nice. And Alison said that she would teach us tomorrow. In SSP class, Drew teach me again. He is a good man. I really like him, so I am really happy when I see him again. At 11 AM, I was in Andrea's room. I felt nothing because I did not do anything. Maybe, because today is the first day that I studied with her, so I still felt a little strange in this class. How about R &amp; W class? I really happy when I am taught by Alison because I heard everybody said that she taught R &amp;amp; W class very well. Yes, it is true. Today, I was taught by her and I know that she teach very well. Also, I like to talk with her. She said that she would leave here. So I am really sad but I think I will meet her later. Now, I fell really tired, so I have to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13657909-111873918380174460?l=noodlejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111873918380174460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13657909&amp;postID=111873918380174460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111873918380174460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13657909/posts/default/111873918380174460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlejournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-journal.html' title='The first journal'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253068880803919587</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></feed>
