<?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-7106247</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:43.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daa111</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106247.post-108864506861319881</id><published>2004-06-30T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:24:28.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer babies</title><content type='html'>At the present time, many people are living together in the world. Every one has characteristics, looks, and a special feature. But in the near future, parents can make their baby have the features they want them to have. Most parents will want to make their children smarter, fitter and prettier. However, if the future is composed of perfect children, competition will no longer be necessary. Thus the future society can not develop and, will stay like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108864506861319881?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108864506861319881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108864506861319881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108864506861319881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108864506861319881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/designer-babies.html' title='Designer babies'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106247.post-108758435674570124</id><published>2004-06-18T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:27:34.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview about the death penalty</title><content type='html'>Last night, I met John, who is a college student from Detroit, and lives on the second floor of my dorm. I interviewed him about the death penalty, and he said he was for the death penalty. He said, "I think it should exist because people who are guilty must be punished. No one wants to live with murderer, and I don't either." Later, I met Shantelle who is also a college student. She said, "There might be mistakes and we might execute the wrong person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108758435674570124?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108758435674570124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108758435674570124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108758435674570124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108758435674570124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/interview-about-death-penalty.html' title='Interview about the death penalty'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108758379249013463</id><published>2004-06-18T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:05:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The death penalty</title><content type='html'>In Korea, the death penalty has been supported till now. For political reasons, I'm for it because humans should have equality. If you kill someone, you should know that you will be killed, too. The crime is not another people's story, any longer. Let you think of your family's murder. I strongly feel the death penalty is a necessary evil. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108758379249013463?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108758379249013463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108758379249013463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108758379249013463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108758379249013463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/death-penalty.html' title='The death penalty'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108751345425493670</id><published>2004-06-17T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:04:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The obesity</title><content type='html'>I found an interesting article on obesity. This article is a story about an obese woman. In her early 30s, she had a heart attack because of her obesity. Then, she started to work out. After 4 months, she was in shape. She didn't give up, and she lost weight. If you are the obese, you should need this article "My story". You can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108751345425493670?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108751345425493670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108751345425493670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108751345425493670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108751345425493670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/obesity.html' title='The obesity'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108705012545670587</id><published>2004-06-12T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:30:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global influence</title><content type='html'>English has influenced high tech, and we need high tech things in our lives. We use things made by technology which are imported. For example, we always use computers in our rooms. When we hang out with friends outdoors, we take pictures with a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English has influenced sport in my country, too. For example, yoga is an important sports for a modern person. It relaxs the body and keeps the body in shape. Also, tennis is a very popular sport. A long time ago in Korea, we played Jeung-gu. Jeung-gu is the Korean word for tennis, but we don't say Jeun-gu anymore. Now we say tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108705012545670587?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108705012545670587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108705012545670587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108705012545670587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108705012545670587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/global-influence.html' title='Global influence'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108704712203503660</id><published>2004-06-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T06:32:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My folk tale</title><content type='html'>A Wayward Tree Frog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were two frogs: a mammy tree frog and a son tree frog. The son never listened to his mother. She said, "Son, there are many fierce animals in the upper field, so play in the lower field.  However he didn't listen to her and played at the upper field. The son frog was annoyed at his mother because she always worried about him. "Why doesn't he listen to me? He never minds me." said the mammy frog. The mammy frog was sad because the son frog was always up to some mischief. He grumbled, "She is always scolding me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, mammy said, "Son, when you are croaking wrong. Say 'Croak, Croak." He was annoyed and said, 'Kaorc, Kaorc'. She listened to his croaking and became angry. She said, "Don't do that; please listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;But, he never listened to her. She said, "I will get sick because of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she really did get sick. "Son, I'll die soon." she said. "Don't worry about me; I can live alone." the son said. "Yeah, all right!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Then, when I die, don't bury me on a mountain; instead bury me at a &lt;br /&gt;riverside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made that request because he always did the opposite of what she said. &lt;br /&gt;After that, the mammy frog died. The son frog cried sadly and said, "Oh my! My mammy died because of me." He regretted his behavior as soon as she died. He was crying and then he thought about her will. "Yes! I didn't listen to her frog said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the son frog buried her on a riverside. One day later, it was rainy. The son frog worried about his mammy's tomb at the riverside. He said, "Oh my! What can I do? Her tomb will wash away because of the rain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, whenever it was rainy, he always went to her tomb and looked &lt;br /&gt;after the tomb. He was scared that it would wash away and cried sadly,&lt;br /&gt;"Croak, Croak, Croak." So, if it is the rainy season, many tree frogs cry on a riverside even now.&lt;br /&gt;(My partner is Eugene.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108704712203503660?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108704712203503660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108704712203503660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108704712203503660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108704712203503660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-folk-tale.html' title='My folk tale'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108653378057489522</id><published>2004-06-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T06:55:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global issue</title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday. At 8 am, my alarm clock and cell phone rang and woke me up. I bought them in America, but the cell phone was made by samsung in Korea. When I brought one in a foreign country, I felt wonderful. As soon as I got up, I turned on my lap-top computer. It was made in Japen. It is a toshiba. On the computer, I enjoyed listening to pop songs and surfing the internet. After that, I ate lunch in the dorum. Sometimes, I miss Korean food, but my taste has changed. For example, potatoes with cheese, hamburgers, sandwiches and 2% milk... this is my lunch menu now. After that, I went to the law library. There, I studied my main original text. I usually drink capuccino coffee,at that time. The smooth, sweet milk decreased my tension. In the evening, I went back to my dorum and as i usually do, I turned on the TV, and concentrated on an American drama. So my life was influenced by global things. Global things make my life good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108653378057489522?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108653378057489522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108653378057489522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108653378057489522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108653378057489522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/global-issue.html' title='Global issue'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108614410387917957</id><published>2004-06-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T06:56:30.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning English</title><content type='html'>English has had a big influence on my country. In fact, English has influenced people worldwide. In Korea, most students learn English through elementary school, middle school, high school, and university - almost 10 years. English is a very important language all over the world. Although it's an important language, most Korean students find it too hard to speak. &lt;br /&gt;In my case, I am here in an American university to study English, but I still don't speak it as well as I would like to. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108614410387917957?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108614410387917957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108614410387917957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108614410387917957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108614410387917957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/06/learning-english.html' title='Learning English'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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-7106247.post-108549040541340564</id><published>2004-05-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T06:57:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>My name is Mi hang, JUN I'm majoring in Nursing. When I lived in Korea, I worked as a nurse at the university hospital. My favorite thing was my car and I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106247-108549040541340564?l=daa111.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/feeds/108549040541340564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106247&amp;postID=108549040541340564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108549040541340564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106247/posts/default/108549040541340564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daa111.blogspot.com/2004/05/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>daa111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164681509745865878</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>
