<?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-9012142868874645483</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:10.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-6565105035240340569</id><published>2009-01-04T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:13:29.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winter break has come to an end, and so is this blog. I spent the last few days going to different places. I went to the mall at Woodburn and got myself some warm clothing as the weather is still very chilly. It's actually snowing again right now! I re-watched the movie, The Dark Knight, and I still love it. I thought every aspect of the movie was very good; the message of the movie, the filming, and the acting was all nicely done. I also spent some time yesterday at my cousin's house to eat some yummy, spicy soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall, Winter break was okay. The two weeks of snow really stopped people from doing many other activities. I am still sick since the previous entry. I think it might have gotten worse, because now I am physically tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-6565105035240340569?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6565105035240340569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=6565105035240340569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6565105035240340569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6565105035240340569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-break-has-come-to-end-and-so-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-8905261378132101335</id><published>2009-01-01T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:11:25.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I went over to my aunt's house to have dinner and celebrated before the clock hits 12:00 a.m. I sang karaoke for the first time after a long while. I don't really like to sing karaoke, but I just did it anyways. I sang Vietnamese songs that I never knew I could sing. It was hard singing when I was having the cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Once the clock hits 12, my uncle burned some fireworks under the rain. Another house honked some horns and others burned fireworks as well. And that was a wrap up of our family's new year welcoming. &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/9012142868874645483-8905261378132101335?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8905261378132101335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=8905261378132101335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/8905261378132101335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/8905261378132101335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone-i-went-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-4189915244622619451</id><published>2008-12-30T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:31:11.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I suddenly got the cold, so now my voice cracks when I speak. I am trying do my best to get better, because I don't want it to get worst since there is only a few more days until school again. I'm refusing to take medication unless it gets really bad. I don't really like taking medication when I get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm glad, the snow has finally melted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-4189915244622619451?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4189915244622619451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=4189915244622619451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/4189915244622619451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/4189915244622619451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-suddenly-got-cold-so-now-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-6250453333371164856</id><published>2008-12-28T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:55:23.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I celebrated Christmas day at my cousin's house in the afternoon. The meal was so delicious! There was a mix of American and Vietnamese meals laid out all over the dinner table. The family party was very nice and relaxing. We ate, watched Kungfu Panda, took photos, and open presents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After about three hours at the party, my family drove down to Portland and enjoyed another family party. The family that I celebrated Christmas in Portland compared with the family party earlier was much more noisier and chaotic. My mom has eleven siblings and the siblings have children, so you can imagine how packed it was in that small house. I hung out with my cousins and played game boards that my little cousins rejected. My little cousins were being little brats; once they opened their presents and found it was board games, they immediately threw it to the side with no appreciation. They were game boards that we all loved to play when we were in elementary school, so I thought they would enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Overall, Christmas was fun. I felt like I've been so busy this week with all the Christmas errors. Now I just want to stay home and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-6250453333371164856?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6250453333371164856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=6250453333371164856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6250453333371164856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6250453333371164856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-celebrated-christmas-day-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-824108166428152818</id><published>2008-12-24T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:56:58.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I attended church today, which is one of the traditions our family does on Christmas' Eve day. The ride there felt like I was riding one of those rides from an amusement park, bumpy and giving a sense of danger. There were a mass of people there, so each song sung felt very loud and powerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afterwards, my family went home and enjoyed dinner together. Then we opened presents! I got a purple Nikon camera, red robe, and some pajama pants. I gave my sister a book, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I thought she would like it, since she likes those funny books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think tonight I will have a good night sleep, since I am so tired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/9012142868874645483-824108166428152818?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/824108166428152818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=824108166428152818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/824108166428152818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/824108166428152818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-i-attended-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-8351378202052468388</id><published>2008-12-20T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:10:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SU2u0p0DIrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xlG4Y7FA2JU/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SU2u0p0DIrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xlG4Y7FA2JU/s200/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282070157576053426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Despite all the snow, I still went to my cousin to get my hair cut. I wanted to have nice hair for Christmas. Thank goodness for my dad's four-wheel drive truck that my family were able to maneuver safely in the snow. I refused to drive in the snow, so my dad did all the driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;There's only five more days until Christmas day! My plans for Christmas is have a family party at my cousin's house. The day before that, I would be eating for Christmas at my Grandma's house down in Portland. So it depends on the snow on whether I would be able to drive 45 minutes down to Portland. My family and I are ready for Christmas, we got all the presents we needed. This Christmas, I don't really have the need for any presents from other people. I just want to have yummy food for Christmas dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Plans for the rest of tonight? My family and I are going to watch Dark Knight and Hancock. We'll be having some yummy Vietnamese soup. It'll be nice eating hot soup under the cold weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-8351378202052468388?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8351378202052468388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=8351378202052468388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/8351378202052468388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/8351378202052468388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/despite-all-snow-i-still-went-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SU2u0p0DIrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xlG4Y7FA2JU/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-334832770154561197</id><published>2008-12-17T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:11:00.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SUizWImSY1I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0KF3GhLkvQ/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SUizWImSY1I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0KF3GhLkvQ/s200/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280667755938472786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, my family and I finally got off our butts to decorate the house with Christmas decorations. We always decorate it later than most people. We hung up lights that were shaped as a candy cane, reindeer, and christmas tree. I decided to make the theme of the Christmas tree to be red and gold. I finally agreed to add white into the tree decorations after my mom was nagging me to. We never really went with a color theme for the tree, so I gave it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went outside for the first time after the snow to help my dad decorate the outside of the house. We hung up the icicle lights on the fence and roof. Untangling the Christmas lights was a pain. I also helped shovel the snow off the walkway. I don't really like to play in the snow, besides maybe for the activities on the mountains. I do appreciate the beauty of snow though! On the busy rode, about four vehicles ran the red lights. Is it a really good time to run through red lights? I'm sure they had a good reason for that, right? ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stay warm everyone and don't catch the cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-334832770154561197?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/334832770154561197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=334832770154561197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/334832770154561197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/334832770154561197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-my-family-and-i-finally-got_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/SUizWImSY1I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0KF3GhLkvQ/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-1277553828236754006</id><published>2008-12-16T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:00:12.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9012142868874645483-1277553828236754006?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1277553828236754006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=1277553828236754006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/1277553828236754006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/1277553828236754006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-my-family-and-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-2188632447637953104</id><published>2008-12-12T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:08:03.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The weather outside is windy and drenched with water, so the best thing for me is to just stay inside the house and stay warm. My dad and I were suppose to hang up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights today, but that has to wait because of the rain. I will probably hang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights inside instead, because I need some Christmas feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My winter break started on Wednesday, so I am spending my third day of winter break. So far, I have only gone here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and there, but it is nothing really exciting. Right now, I have the biggest urge to travel out of state. I want to venture to a new and exciting culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winter break reminds me of my trip to Texas and my friends there. Last year was my first year to Texas and it was a great experience. I made a good amount of new friends there. Without them, I think Texas would probably be really boring, because there were not many places to go. They are actually the children of my parent's friends, whom they have not met for like ten years! So the new friends I met there were all cousin and siblings with one another. Everywhere we went, it was in a big group, so it was never boring. We watched movies, shopped, and bowled.  We also did activities that were very new to me, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, the game called Mafia, eating crayfish, and ice skating. I was begging them to take me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ice skating&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't think I will ever dare to step back into that rink again. I swear my feet are abnormal, because I spent about an hour learning, but it didn't work in the end. My family and I spent Christmas with their whole family, and it had a really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; feel to it. Usually, my families just eat and open presents with my relatives. But over in Texas, we did all these Christmas games. In conclusion, it was the best winter break I ever had. But sometimes I wonder what if I went over there again, would it still be fun as last time? Because sometimes things are fun the first time, but then the second time is not so great. Could it be because the expectations for it to be fun are too high? Or because things change as time go by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012142868874645483-2188632447637953104?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2188632447637953104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=2188632447637953104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/2188632447637953104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/2188632447637953104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/weather-outside-is-windy-and-drenched.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-6260577850751863801</id><published>2008-12-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:46:39.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STx7f6txYzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YfpYQOpbqpE/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STx7f6txYzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YfpYQOpbqpE/s200/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277228651638776626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I had a one-month birthday party for my baby cousin, Tyler. Vietnamese culture don't celebrate baby showers, but we celebrate one-month birthdays instead. We rented the whole place at a small restaurant with all the family members of the mom and dad's side attending, so the place was packed. It was fun eating and talking with my cousins, who I have not talked to in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tyler is cute, but I was hoping it to be a girl. I got too many little boy cousins, and they are always noisy and runny all over the place. Maybe if it was a girl, it would be more calm and quiet, even though I wasn't back then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9012142868874645483-6260577850751863801?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6260577850751863801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=6260577850751863801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6260577850751863801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/6260577850751863801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-had-one-month-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STx7f6txYzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YfpYQOpbqpE/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012142868874645483.post-3133491837018148717</id><published>2008-12-03T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:02:27.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week chemistry has been taking over my life and it will continue until next Tuesday, which will be my chemistry final exam. I have been behind, so now I'm trying to keep up. It's important for me to do well on this final, because I got an F on my last midterm. The professor said he will replace the final exam grade to the midterm as long as the final exam grade is higher than the midterm. So if I get like a B on the final, the midterm will also be a B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Thanksgiving day, my family drove to Vancouver, WA to have Thanksgiving at my cousin's house with my relatives on my dad's side. I felt bad for their dog that was blinded last year. The poor thing kept on bumping on the walls. lol. Afterwards, my family drove home and relax for about 1-2 hours. Then we drove down to Portland to eat Thanksgiving dinner with my mom's sisters and brothers. The whole day, I felt like my family and I were on the rode the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to chemistry! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9012142868874645483-3133491837018148717?l=dsmelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3133491837018148717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012142868874645483&amp;postID=3133491837018148717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/3133491837018148717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012142868874645483/posts/default/3133491837018148717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsmelissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-week.html' title='One more week!'/><author><name>Melissa N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112150367410569380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogB0_7BPXNg/STmJCvSFv1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rWPjMaiKEtw/S220/DSC00601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
