<?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-7599117800774746463</id><updated>2012-01-02T21:33:07.447-08:00</updated><category term='volunteer'/><category term='close os'/><category term='android'/><category term='ope'/><category term='proud'/><category term='free'/><category term='success'/><category term='tastes'/><category term='hanging out'/><category term='best day'/><category term='break'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='pike place market'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Wind Chime</title><subtitle type='html'>One day, a wind come pass me so slightly and then go to forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-2710660609738363364</id><published>2012-01-02T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:33:07.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close os'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android'/><title type='text'>Android:open or close?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So the problem would be solved by either closing Android or opening it all the way? I kept having a feeling that the fragmentation with Android was because Google wanted to call Android open and yet at the same time want some control over it. Can't have both ways all the time. Or better yet, if they want both ways, as the author suggests, make it open to the manufacturers so that they can customize all they want but give the consumer the choices to update to the new OS even without the customization. If the manufacturers want to customize it, they had to work harder to make the update faster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Even that will not solve the app fragmentation problem but that is a start. Easiest way is a closed OS. If you want both ways, work harder to find a solution Google, don't make the consumers(me) feeling so frustrated about Android all the time even though I love Android and Google head to toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;REally tempting to switch to Iphone now. Boring but at least it works. If the Iphone would run on T-mobile 3G networks, and here it is the US carriers problems....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-2710660609738363364?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/2710660609738363364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=2710660609738363364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2710660609738363364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2710660609738363364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2012/01/androidopen-or-close.html' title='Android:open or close?'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-3915104257166903180</id><published>2008-09-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:12:56.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><title type='text'>Something to be proud of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_men42.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 108px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_men42.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fixed some of my clothes before but this is the first time i fix a whole shirt. I have just made two sleeved shirts into two sleeveless shirts and all by my myself. Hahaah\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before and After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3glCARgJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1IMRGCyDB8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3glCARgJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1IMRGCyDB8Q/s200/DSCN0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246096067754295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3glqFeEQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lWP5CXETZIM/s1600-h/DSCN0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3glqFeEQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lWP5CXETZIM/s200/DSCN0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246096078513508610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3fxp_HsOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wdjzmbQu6VM/s1600-h/DSCN0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-3915104257166903180?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/3915104257166903180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=3915104257166903180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3915104257166903180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3915104257166903180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-to-be-proud-of.html' title='Something to be proud of'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SM3glCARgJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1IMRGCyDB8Q/s72-c/DSCN0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-3770301069092218484</id><published>2008-09-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:16:14.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanging out'/><title type='text'>Another best day of the summer</title><content type='html'>Following the Sund&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_Movie_clapper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 71px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_Movie_clapper.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay, I hang out with Montana again and this time with Andrew also. Well, it was a great day. we had some food at the mall, walked around, then came back to Montana's house and watched a movie. The movie was funny (but a little dirty though). Then we went down to the park nearby and played basketball. The game was good &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/basketball18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/basketball18.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(even though i sucked). Actually it was because of that game that i decided to tried to play basketball. Then we went to the bus stop. there was no bus in 1 hour so we went to th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/Future_van.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 94px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/Future_van.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Starbucks nearby and waited. We talked and then came back to the bus stop. Montana went home for his school tomorrow; I and Andrew took the bus to Lynnwood Transist. Luckily, both of us were in time for another bus so it was a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-3770301069092218484?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/3770301069092218484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=3770301069092218484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3770301069092218484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3770301069092218484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-best-day-of-summer.html' title='Another best day of the summer'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-3121661152870015423</id><published>2008-09-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:15:53.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanging out'/><title type='text'>The best day of the break up to now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Onion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Onion.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXeuT5WYrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6jdakCAxxdw/s1600-h/reikikyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXeuT5WYrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6jdakCAxxdw/s200/reikikyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243842228338975410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first Sunday after finishing volunteering and I was invited by my friend, Montana to his house. He and his father picked me up at Lynnwood Transit Center around 1 o' clock. His house was large but neat and nice. I was shown around the house, met his mother who is a very kind Vietnamese woman. His father suggested we should do archery since i haven't tried it before and it was a beautiful day, so we went. It had a really great experience. the archery was actually really fun and fantastic . After that, we came back to his home and played a kind of Chine&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_Onion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 123px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_Onion.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se Chess for like an hour; I was not&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXftksP7qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ba3Y3glHAvw/s1600-h/foods19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXftksP7qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ba3Y3glHAvw/s200/foods19.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243843315179187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very good but couldn't stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was almost dinner time and we cooked noodles. We had dinner outside. The atmosphere was very close and warm. It was great and a good strange feeling because of the combination of two culture in one family. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last activity we did was riding bike along a trail near Lynnwood Transit which I was very surprised and excited to know about. We rode bicycle through the trail, enjoy the weather, fresh air and the summer breeze. It was the feeling of summer i used to dream of. Totally great! A brand new experience about riding bicycle. We finish the trail with a slope which has a lot of curves an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_cycling.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 126px;" src="http://gs66.photobucket.com/groups/h278/8BYACV2JZF/th_cycling.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d turnings. It was late and we were tired so we started riding back. Then his father drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When coming home, I saw there was a lot of baked chicken left from dinner and of course i couldn't resist it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXelMI7h0I/AAAAAAAAALk/dKrELMfmV08/s1600-h/1180579051BAKED%2520CHICKEN%2520SUPREME.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXelMI7h0I/AAAAAAAAALk/dKrELMfmV08/s200/1180579051BAKED%2520CHICKEN%2520SUPREME.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243842071638017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate some and then went to my room. There was a small problem though. When seeing Judy coming home, i told her that i would put chicken away but i forgot, and could not remember anything about my promise until today's morning after showering. Well, luckily, Bob checked the oven again when he came home and put the chicken in the refrigerator so the chicken was not spoiled and i could have a great dinner again tonight so nothing serious happened. Thank god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-3121661152870015423?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/3121661152870015423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=3121661152870015423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3121661152870015423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3121661152870015423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-day-of-break-up-to-now.html' title='The best day of the break up to now!!!'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMXeuT5WYrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6jdakCAxxdw/s72-c/reikikyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-6807517215670498854</id><published>2008-09-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:09:59.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pike place market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><title type='text'>Volunteer and Pike Place market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiKVXZQcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/19Cr5mHFCxI/s1600-h/comp015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiKVXZQcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/19Cr5mHFCxI/s200/comp015.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243775639560470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was the last day of my volunteer work, and end for everlasting tiredness of my eyes. Even though the jobs weren't bad and i leant a lot from it, i am kind of happy when it came to an end. It costed me a whole bun&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiUdpm--I/AAAAAAAAALU/OXtLtElGC6s/s1600-h/Enraged_programmer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiUdpm--I/AAAAAAAAALU/OXtLtElGC6s/s200/Enraged_programmer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243775813583043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch of money to travel back and forth between Seattle and Lynnwood in two weeks. And because i have to stay for like three or four hours at work, i have to pay for two ticket each day which means $3.50 . Another thing even though they don't need me to finish the assigned projects each day, I always tried my best to finish them and that means exhausted afterward. Even worse, my host mom in those two weeks didn't cook much and i had to eat noodles and sandwiches sometimes for dinner. Anyway, It was over :))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiK9t8bnI/AAAAAAAAALE/3z-FwNdPekE/s1600-h/pike_place_market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiK9t8bnI/AAAAAAAAALE/3z-FwNdPekE/s200/pike_place_market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243775650392469106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ame Friday, after finishing the volunteer work at about two o' clock, i decided to go to Pike Place Market which according to a person i know is a really great place. I want to save money so i tried to walked there. The first impression of my is it look kind of similar to Ben Thanh Market in Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam. And it was surel&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiZU3MW3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZP_KQ6lPrDk/s1600-h/crowded-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiZU3MW3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZP_KQ6lPrDk/s200/crowded-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243775897123445618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y crowded. After 15 minutes some hopeless effort of trying to walk through the market and taking pictures, i was filled with dizziness and gave up. I am never good at enjoying crowded places. Hope that if there is a next time, I  will go with someone and that might be a better experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-6807517215670498854?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/6807517215670498854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=6807517215670498854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/6807517215670498854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/6807517215670498854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/09/volunteer-and-pike-place-market.html' title='Volunteer and Pike Place market'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMWiKVXZQcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/19Cr5mHFCxI/s72-c/comp015.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-5439275028758341974</id><published>2008-08-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:01:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking sunday at Esther's home (after final Friday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGizEnz_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lv3IN7P9yJg/s1600-h/240820082376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGizEnz_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lv3IN7P9yJg/s200/240820082376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789786270617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjBda43I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GYpPG2_2u88/s1600-h/240820082383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjBda43I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GYpPG2_2u88/s200/240820082383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789790132724594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjevxcRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wizI_N9GGio/s1600-h/240820082386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjevxcRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wizI_N9GGio/s200/240820082386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789797994328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjr8mS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/HIW4lLDySnA/s1600-h/240820082388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjr8mS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/HIW4lLDySnA/s200/240820082388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789801537784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjyjpIqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eyR5uZd-JTI/s1600-h/240820082390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGjyjpIqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eyR5uZd-JTI/s200/240820082390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789803312161442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first Sunday after Summer quarter ends. Missy picked me up in the morning , then we went shopping and went to Esther's house. I make  Vietnamese pancake with spring rolls. Esther made Blackberry cake. After that Missy went swimming. I stayed for a while and Esther showed me about the chord transition on piano. I came home around dinner time. It was raining. A happy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-5439275028758341974?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/5439275028758341974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=5439275028758341974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5439275028758341974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5439275028758341974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooking-sunday-at-esthers-home-after.html' title='Cooking sunday at Esther&apos;s home (after final Friday)'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SLsGizEnz_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lv3IN7P9yJg/s72-c/240820082376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-2394859197908163429</id><published>2008-08-23T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:03:36.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The tastes of life</title><content type='html'>Firstly, swe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BCkQkucI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TU2iUjIyLsA/s1600-h/Candy+Jar+Mix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BCkQkucI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TU2iUjIyLsA/s200/Candy+Jar+Mix.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237617141492267458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;etness,a taste that is easy to feel and the most desirable. There is almost no one who hates sweet. Sweetness brings people excitement and energy when being tired. Sweetness in a lolipop stands for the innocence of childhood. Sweetness in a bar of chocolate symbolize a romantic love and seduction. Sweetness inside a person brings others wamrth and sharing. This might be the most beutiful taste of all. Nonetheless Life is full of sweetness and straightforward would be boring and trite. A person who know the true beauty of life, the sweetness of a candy is one who has been through  hardship and has tasted sourness and bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy is the second. This is not a very essential seasoning to somebody but it is really important to some certain people(to me at least).  Talking about spicy, we're talking about th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BOW47kuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Nc0yRjkHx8E/s1600-h/chili-pepper-platter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BOW47kuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Nc0yRjkHx8E/s200/chili-pepper-platter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237617344061870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e hotness, the burning feeling. Spicy creates a feeling of nervousness for the first time but leave one a feeling of estacy and freshness that one can never forget. One tries a little the first time and promise to one's self to never try it again. However, when the nervousness goes away, there is a irresistable attraction and curiosity that make one try it again and again until spicy is an inevitable part of one's every meal. One doesn't want to have so much spicy though. Being hot sometimes is necessary but we also need to stop and cool down. The best places to live in the world are neither Sahara nor the Poles but are place we can enjoy balance of nature though 4 seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about sourness, maybe this should be second because it is the opposite of sweetness in some ways. Anyway, sourness is a flavor of trigger. It is the good starts for a meal becau&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BwEMkgaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_E8rDbkHjz4/s1600-h/salt_shaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BwEMkgaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_E8rDbkHjz4/s200/salt_shaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237617923159523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se it can trigger the hungriness. And then, there must be something come after; otherwise, the trigger will pull without objects to aim; and of course, you'll get more hungry. And I tell ya, the feeling is not very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next one might be saltiness, one of the inevitable flavor in my cooking. Well, you can cook almost nothing without salt; you use extracted salt or natural salt from certain food. And saltiness must be balanced with a little sweetness. And then spicy will freshen your dishes. I consider saltness to be the oldest brother in a dish. It is a flavor that play the role of the core of food controlling other flavors floating around it. And of course like other, know how to use a proper amount of salt in your cooking as well as your life is a matter of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMV17WfmslI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PBvG7RYfn1M/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SMV17WfmslI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PBvG7RYfn1M/s200/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243727003653681746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e the last one for bitterness, a very interesting flavor. Unlike other flavor, most people try to avoid this flavor. A bitter dish is really hard to eat and most of the time mean awful. A bitter drink resembles a dark time of life that one has to go through, like Jesus used to hold his bitter cup and pray to the Father in the garden. A bitter life means a lot of hardship and pain, maybe even blood. And yet i considered bitterness as the most interesting flavor? Yes, i still do. Let me put bitterness in another way. A bitter food can be bad but it can be a very healthy food. In Asian culture, there are a whole bunch of bitter food and typically ones that are made from bitter melons. Bitter melons are of course really bitter but it can help cool down your body, prevent breakouts and acnes, and are cures for many different health's problems. I surely like bitter melons especially the stir-fry bitter melon with eggs; it is yummy ( and not very bitter :))) About a bitter drink, while it sometimes means darkness, pain and even death, it also means a miraculous cure. After Jesus accepts to drink the bitter cup given by the Father, He rescues the whole world from the untreatale disease of sins. In Asian culture, there is a saying that a bitter medicine is the best one (Note: that doesn't mean every bitter plant is a good medicine). Well, let's talk about a bitter life. I have to admit that a bitter life is bad, awful, and there is nothing I can say to make it sound better. However, a person who has been though a lot of bitterness is one who know truly how to live and to love in a way that a person with a sweet life can never comprehend. That's why i see bitterness as a sign of growing up. To me, the most interesting thing about bitterness is the flavor of contigation. A cup of tea or a cup of coffee in the morning bring me a moment of silence and calmness  to reflect upon my world, my life, to read a book, to think, to comprehend, to create, to live...&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Andy/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-2394859197908163429?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/2394859197908163429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=2394859197908163429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2394859197908163429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2394859197908163429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/08/taste-of-life.html' title='The tastes of life'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SK_BCkQkucI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TU2iUjIyLsA/s72-c/Candy+Jar+Mix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-7873586735517706603</id><published>2008-08-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:34:35.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzwT1v_uJI/AAAAAAAAAII/LGBI_yWQDF8/s1600-h/smoon_7_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzwT1v_uJI/AAAAAAAAAII/LGBI_yWQDF8/s200/smoon_7_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236824690361612434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the final week of the quarter. After a quarter of sweat and blood. This is the time of my life. Succeed or fail, even more pain or happiness, this is the decisive moment. Let me wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-7873586735517706603?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/7873586735517706603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=7873586735517706603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/7873586735517706603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/7873586735517706603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-down.html' title='Count down!!!'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzwT1v_uJI/AAAAAAAAAII/LGBI_yWQDF8/s72-c/smoon_7_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-4042646248104903887</id><published>2008-06-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:38:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN GATE-SAN FRANCISCO</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we wentto Golden Gate which was a part of my vacation plan. It was not a very nice day, and there was whole bunch of wind and mist. The bridge was covered with mist so i can only see half of the bridge. Anyway walking on the bridge was a great experience with all the wind stuff. It was cold but really great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-4042646248104903887?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/4042646248104903887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=4042646248104903887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4042646248104903887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4042646248104903887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/06/golden-gate-san-francisco.html' title='GOLDEN GATE-SAN FRANCISCO'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-4398231334133349364</id><published>2008-06-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:30:15.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dVi3BBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_w-8ffh1Fkg/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dVi3BBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_w-8ffh1Fkg/s200/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215130255722874018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dWColyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jTHReD65WOY/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dWColyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jTHReD65WOY/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215130264252303714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dWdj1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PlSh06pQMVo/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dWdj1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PlSh06pQMVo/s200/IMG_1003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215130271480113058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was my cousin's birthday. We went to a buffet to celebrate. The good thing about this buffet is the ticket is not very expensive and they have all kink of seafood; they even have sushi and i was really delicous. Iate a lot and took a lot of pictures. One thing i feel guilty about is that it was my cousin's birthday but i and my sister were the ones that took pictures because i will be here for just a week. Oh my, the food was so delicous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-4398231334133349364?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/4398231334133349364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=4398231334133349364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4398231334133349364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4398231334133349364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-my-cousins-birthday.html' title='My cousin&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SF_dVi3BBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_w-8ffh1Fkg/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-3486056425152978104</id><published>2008-05-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:27:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i last wrote an entry. I cannot remember when was the last time, last mid-quarter, maybe. Now it is in the middle of Spring quarter alrealdy  There  have been a lot of things happen around since then. Jesper came and went. Yusuke came to our house. I went to the tulip field and made friend with a Hongkong women and a Vietnamese. All the lunch time has become something special to me because i got new friends and have somebody to talk to. I went to the Central Washington University campus, had a good time, watched the chimpanzees, enjoyed the free lunch. I went volunteering to play with children and after that had free sandwiches and Missy(the Honkong woman) took me to the swimming pool with her. After that i helped her to washed the car. She is a very friendly,hardworking and generous woman. She looked really young too. When i first looked at her, i couldn't believe that she was over 40. A short post for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-3486056425152978104?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/3486056425152978104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=3486056425152978104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3486056425152978104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/3486056425152978104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-5280489232655289061</id><published>2008-03-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:24:52.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/8947/dsc00979ap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/8947/dsc00979ap2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;This is Easter day, the very first Easter day I’ve lived apart from my family. Anyway, I am kind of satisfied right now. The service of the church was quite great, but I did not bring my camera, unfortunately. I also got a little cute chocolate bunny in front of my door this morning, a comfortable surprise. After the church, I went home and helped Judy with preparation for the Easter, and then I’m here. Happy Easter day everybody&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-5280489232655289061?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/5280489232655289061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=5280489232655289061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5280489232655289061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5280489232655289061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-day.html' title='Happy Easter Day'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-5651451736113424824</id><published>2008-03-20T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:46:05.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Thursday of the Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve just come back from the church. This is the Thursday of the Holy Week on which the Christ held the final Passover with his disciples. The mass lasted quite long in a peaceful and warm atmosphere. After the mass, we go to the hall for some silent minutes to memorize about Christ. On the way Tthere, a lot of candle were lined up on the two sides the path; it made the wind and the rain go away and we feel more connected to Jesus Christ. That was just a few moments but those made very warm and peaceful in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-5651451736113424824?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/5651451736113424824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=5651451736113424824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5651451736113424824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5651451736113424824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-of-holy-week.html' title='the Thursday of the Holy Week'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-2375420955572498767</id><published>2008-03-15T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:53:48.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlike any other Saturday. I'm happy and bored at the same time because &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have nothing to do. And I feel really empty because Jesper has gone. He was the one made me feel less lonely in this house. He came and talked to me in English while Lin and Stanley talked to one another in Chinese. Anyway, hope I can meet u again in some corners in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-2375420955572498767?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/2375420955572498767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=2375420955572498767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2375420955572498767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2375420955572498767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday.html' title='A Saturday'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-7288248471475029338</id><published>2008-02-28T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:49:29.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last days of mine were really horrible. It always started with tests at the school and homework at home. i also had to do homework in the weekends, no movies, no charmed. Anyway, everything seems better now but i am still a little upset about the cell phone that i could've get it on this Monday. I'm going to have a 'field experience' this afternoon(like the bloody valentine), i hope i will go well. I will report it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-7288248471475029338?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/7288248471475029338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=7288248471475029338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/7288248471475029338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/7288248471475029338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-days-of-mine-were-really-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-8248214066652084356</id><published>2008-02-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:40:01.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International student night\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO0lf_N1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnRLFhD7rjs/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO0lf_N1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnRLFhD7rjs/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100336895670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO1Ff_N2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lk_VVbPYi2k/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO1Ff_N2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lk_VVbPYi2k/s320/DSC00844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100345485604706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO1lf_N3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nAjiFFnU9uY/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO1lf_N3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nAjiFFnU9uY/s320/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100354075539314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO2Ff_N4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yfzDGaqdceY/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO2Ff_N4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yfzDGaqdceY/s320/DSC00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100362665473922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO2Vf_N5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0oanCYEuoXQ/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO2Vf_N5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0oanCYEuoXQ/s320/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100366960441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, i went to a very special program sponsored by ISS, international student night, and i had a great time there. they open the show by let the student hold their own country's flags and come up stage. To me, that's the worst part because there was no Vietnamese flag. According to my friend, it was because some devision in the Vietnamese community in America. Anyway, except for that part, everything was wonderful. The Indonesian students were s0 charming with their traditional dance. An American group with the hope to join the world by love singing the song "heal the world" and another song i do not know   The Koreans performed a great soundtrack of a Korean movie accompanied by beautiful piano. My friend, a Chinese person, show the audience the love to his country by the song"I love you". And finally, the show that i had been waiting, Traditional dance from the North Vietnam performed by a group op Vietnamese students wearing "Ao Dai Tu Than" that is called "........"Finally, we had chance to enjoy the rock that brought us to the hot dessert of South America.  ISS also danced some really fun and pretty song. that was a really really great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-8248214066652084356?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/8248214066652084356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=8248214066652084356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/8248214066652084356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/8248214066652084356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/02/international-student-night.html' title='International student night\'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R9xO0lf_N1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnRLFhD7rjs/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-6049460223713289068</id><published>2008-02-14T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:57:04.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Today is valentine, which is supposed to mean a lovely and romantic day. However, it is not like that to me. I had a bloody valentine's day. It happened at my health class today. My teacher told us at last class that today would be very interesting and we would not want to miss it. We were standing in our class as usual and out of sudden, we heard car hooting and then people screaming. We went outside and saw people with blood all over. Some were still conscious  and  moaning, some were unconscious and lied in puddles of blood. It looked like hell! These people were really hurt and painful. All the wound is just like real and i really mean it. After a while looking at it, our group went and started to take care of one of the victims. We took care of three victims totally in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; One was unconscious, had open fractures on the knee and thigh, one open wound on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Another was conscious, (we needed to talk to her and calmed her down) had more serious open fractures on one thigh and one leg, a big open rib fracture, and a big open wound on her back ( this one was really hard and serious). The final one is easier, (partly because we started to get use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;d to it) he was conscious he had serious open fractures on his legs and serious open rib fracture. Luckily, he had no back injury,( believe me, this was really a good thing) but he was in the wood so it was a little problem. All of them had black and blue or bloody face. We did not perfectly help them but we did learn and remember a lot. what the most memorable valentine's day of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Here i have some pictures of the scene, but those are after the class. That was so horrible that i did not even think of taking pictures of them. Thus, i really missed some good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This was where our first victim lied, he was unconscious but could not stop laughing some times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzvBbBLYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ul8MqsUUdbQ/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzvBbBLYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ul8MqsUUdbQ/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093030406139266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The next picture is where the next victim lied. she was conscious and so scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzwBbBLaI/AAAAAAAAADg/-LZQYhVKNik/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzwBbBLaI/AAAAAAAAADg/-LZQYhVKNik/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093047586008482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The third one was where the third victim lied, he was in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzvxbBLZI/AAAAAAAAADY/L9XGWnx_Uos/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzvxbBLZI/AAAAAAAAADY/L9XGWnx_Uos/s320/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093043291041170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The two last pictures are the frozen blood after class and cloths we used to dress the wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzwxbBLbI/AAAAAAAAADo/7ED1FMA5QQg/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzwxbBLbI/AAAAAAAAADo/7ED1FMA5QQg/s320/DSC00782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093060470910386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzxRbBLcI/AAAAAAAAADw/jG4l5kZH4Q0/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzxRbBLcI/AAAAAAAAADw/jG4l5kZH4Q0/s320/DSC00784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093069060844994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-6049460223713289068?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/6049460223713289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=6049460223713289068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/6049460223713289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/6049460223713289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloody-valentine.html' title='Bloody Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R7UzvBbBLYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ul8MqsUUdbQ/s72-c/DSC00789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-4385712785199205961</id><published>2008-02-01T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:21:18.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysefl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R6QIQzE8AxI/AAAAAAAAACg/vSLxTaH2tJQ/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R6QIQzE8AxI/AAAAAAAAACg/vSLxTaH2tJQ/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162260157555278610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m starting getting used to with the life in America, which is not a bad thing at all anyway: the cold weather, the food, everything are just like what I expected in my dream when I was in vietnam. Sometimes I feel lonely but maybe I do not have time for that anymore, because life here seems to go so fast. The first day I came to America, the first computer of myself, now it’s become the past. Anyway, a long way is still in front of me so I have to try a lot to reach my goal. Good luck to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-4385712785199205961?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/4385712785199205961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=4385712785199205961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4385712785199205961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/4385712785199205961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-starting-getting-used-to-with-life.html' title='Mysefl'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R6QIQzE8AxI/AAAAAAAAACg/vSLxTaH2tJQ/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-1646024286069143052</id><published>2008-01-28T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:03:41.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth in the winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O0jE8AtI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ87fKePY1s/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O0jE8AtI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ87fKePY1s/s320/DSC00714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160789625177637586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O1DE8AuI/AAAAAAAAABo/jriRAwAFMdg/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O1DE8AuI/AAAAAAAAABo/jriRAwAFMdg/s320/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160789633767572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it was snow a lot, and the scene was just like the winter wonderland. Since i came here, this is the first time it snowed that much. So beautiful. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O2DE8AwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZsRJX53nHHE/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O2DE8AwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZsRJX53nHHE/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160789650947441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it's also so cold, everybody was shivering but not me. I was just so surprised, was it cold that much? Then you know what, i looked the temperature and it was 20 something F degrees. How couldn't i feel cold? I realized that there a warmth inside my coat, always heat me up from the cold weather outside. That's from my mother's sweater....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O1jE8AvI/AAAAAAAAABw/DGlpOmUSYTY/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O1jE8AvI/AAAAAAAAABw/DGlpOmUSYTY/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160789642357506802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-1646024286069143052?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/1646024286069143052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=1646024286069143052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/1646024286069143052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/1646024286069143052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/01/warmth-in-winter.html' title='Warmth in the winter'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R57O0jE8AtI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ87fKePY1s/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-5268896226826731853</id><published>2008-01-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:24:00.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Needle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Saturday, my college hold a trip to downtown, Seattle. That was a great trip, except for that our bus broke down and we had to wait for two hours for another bus. Then we go to visit Space Needle, like the name, it looks really like a huge needle. I have some problem with my camera so i can't take any picture of it, what a pity. However, i have some pictures here that a Vietnamese student sent me, even though they don't show the whole place, but anyway something better than nothing. When we come, everybody have visited the whole place and was waiting for lunch. The food there were tasty, and the dessert was really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0d0sOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8o0QVIcuhlQ/s1600-h/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0d0sOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8o0QVIcuhlQ/s320/IMG_4205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154065010651838562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After lunch, we have a DJ control the music for people dancing, very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpwt0sODI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WFS3wSKXtlM/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpwt0sODI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WFS3wSKXtlM/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154063846715701298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0d0sOHI/AAAAAAAAABM/uwqJWg_7UfA/s1600-h/IMG_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0d0sOHI/AAAAAAAAABM/uwqJWg_7UfA/s320/IMG_4254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154065010651838578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0t0sOII/AAAAAAAAABU/Dq7nJr2WuHk/s1600-h/IMG_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0t0sOII/AAAAAAAAABU/Dq7nJr2WuHk/s320/IMG_4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154065014946805890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finally, we went to the top of Space Needle, it was cold and windy there but the view is really cool. You can see the whole Seattle there, so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpw90sOEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6dUIkixCcc4/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpw90sOEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6dUIkixCcc4/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154063851010668610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpw90sOFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RLNU3ZX-PaI/s1600-h/IMG_4225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpw90sOFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RLNU3ZX-PaI/s320/IMG_4225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154063851010668626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpwN0sOBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EjT250YQARk/s1600-h/IMG_4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bpwN0sOBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EjT250YQARk/s320/IMG_4193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154063838125766674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-5268896226826731853?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/5268896226826731853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=5268896226826731853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5268896226826731853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/5268896226826731853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2008/01/space-needle.html' title='Space Needle'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R4bq0d0sOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8o0QVIcuhlQ/s72-c/IMG_4205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-9080768827253050270</id><published>2007-12-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:24:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a moment thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R2YdKd0sN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mI4zipHtxNI/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R2YdKd0sN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mI4zipHtxNI/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831689958897650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Have you ever let something go without even any care and feel regretful about it and it's just too late? In my life, i let a lot of precious things go away when i didn't know its true value to me, and at moments like now, just take a seat and regret, thinking 'why did i just let it go away, if i knew how it really meant to me', they're really gone, i always end up like that, with lots of regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Now i feel lonely, how can i get it back with me and feel happy like i used to, no, it's over, and leave an empty space in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Let appreciate little things around you, and one day, you won't have to say things like 'if i' like me now, but anyway, i say this thing o myself more than you, cos it must be some person who first-hand experience it that can understand the true meaning of these words. Hope you understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599117800774746463-9080768827253050270?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/9080768827253050270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=9080768827253050270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/9080768827253050270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/9080768827253050270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-moment-thinking.html' title='Just a moment thinking...'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R2YdKd0sN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mI4zipHtxNI/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599117800774746463.post-2138301594699877200</id><published>2007-12-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:07:31.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE ELEPHANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R27YA90sOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/23zJhE4YRmQ/s1600-h/golden+bathtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R27YA90sOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/23zJhE4YRmQ/s320/golden+bathtub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147288935238219778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  Yesterday, i go to the church with my host family and have a great chance to have a party call white elephant. Every body brought a gift along(i did not) which they don't want to keep and then put it on a table. After eating, every body gathered around the gift table and took a number for themselves. From one to the last number, people went up and took a gift they like and opened it in front of every people. if the next person want your present you have to give it to them. But one present just could be exchanged for 3 turns. I got a golden bathtub which is what i wanted to put my shampoo and other stuffs in and a bag of M&amp;amp;M peanut chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After that we came back home and i was really happy, great day, great party.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7599117800774746463-2138301594699877200?l=windychime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/feeds/2138301594699877200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7599117800774746463&amp;postID=2138301594699877200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2138301594699877200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7599117800774746463/posts/default/2138301594699877200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windychime.blogspot.com/2007/12/white-elephant.html' title='WHITE ELEPHANT!'/><author><name>Andy Windy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11984461681736582715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/SKzpds_5l0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uYFviTNvSqg/S220/DSCN0345+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hbn1agldtIc/R27YA90sOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/23zJhE4YRmQ/s72-c/golden+bathtub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
