<?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-8090945568804145478</id><updated>2011-08-16T17:59:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-181476943989677029</id><published>2010-11-19T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:38:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>Am I wrong? I do not know. I know happiness, finally, is unreal thing. That is why there is heaven where humans can find happiness. I know that we should learn how to forgive...But how many times can I forgive? How many hurts should I suffer before I can give up? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-181476943989677029?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/181476943989677029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=181476943989677029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/181476943989677029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/181476943989677029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-2858349879627200333</id><published>2010-11-13T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:20:02.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/11/2010</title><content type='html'>You ask me if I am fine. You ask me if I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;"no".&lt;br /&gt;And you just ignore me as nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;you are not sensitive or you are that type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your life there. I suffer my anger here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be like you. Nothing and noone can make me sad. Even if they are sad, I simply dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-2858349879627200333?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/2858349879627200333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=2858349879627200333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/2858349879627200333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/2858349879627200333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2010/11/13112010.html' title='13/11/2010'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-4034712592740417162</id><published>2010-11-12T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:14:58.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-4034712592740417162?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4034712592740417162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=4034712592740417162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/4034712592740417162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/4034712592740417162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2010/11/grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-3815352451293397256</id><published>2009-12-21T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:02:47.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone has their own way to succeed and reach happiness...I am just a small bird and I want to fly freely in the sky. I will try my best, to perfect myself...Thats  enough for me. I need inspiration but the pressure...I will run my life with my own speed...just my own speed...this is my life...And thats the only thing I can do for my life, myself...I will try my best and I know that I am not too far behind others...why do I have to look at others and try to keep pace of them? Is it my real I? is it my real life? Is it my real purpose in life? I dont want to think too much. Just try my best...Everyday learn something new .....and in fact, i shouldnt think too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-3815352451293397256?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/3815352451293397256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=3815352451293397256' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/3815352451293397256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/3815352451293397256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyone-has-their-own-way-to-succeed.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-1415365630040850672</id><published>2009-12-21T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:55:57.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral points</title><content type='html'>from now on, i decide to know where the limit is and where i should to involve in...I love my friends and thats why I become like I am now...But it is tired...And "love is blind" anyway...just let them live and love...let them grow up...there is no reason for me to worry for them too much. I did love and I am still fine...I will be with them...but i should keep my neutral points...And I should give them guides but let them free to choose...I shouldnt involve much in their decisions...and in fact, I couldnt also...So, why do I have to feel irritated when they dont follow me? Why am I angry with them? and tired for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just be good friends and let them live their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-1415365630040850672?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/1415365630040850672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=1415365630040850672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/1415365630040850672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/1415365630040850672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-now-on-i-decide-to-know-where.html' title='Neutral points'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-8295202140400351098</id><published>2009-11-23T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:49:30.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear kids</title><content type='html'>This is a difficult time for papa and mama. When mama tried to support our poor papa, mama suddenly think about you, my dear kids. When you love someone so much, you always pray there are never something bad happening to them. You always want to protect them from harms. Mama love you so much. And mama never you want to fall down, get hurt or sad. Mama try mama's best to keep you in my arms and just allow you to run around my safe circle.and mama try to force you to do what is good...just for you. When you are a kid, mama force you to sleep early, force you to eat more vegetable, advice you to play with this one and shouldnt play with that one. Mama dont allow you to go near the river, near the fire or knife....When you grow up, when you love someone, mama try to convince you that girl is not suitable for you, she may let you down...Why do mama do it? because mama love you so much. But. mama just forget 1 thing...That is, you are my kids and because you are my kids, i have to trust you. I have to trust you like your grandfa used to do it with mum and dad. Now, mama can understand how hard and difficult it is... to see you fall down and cry, to see your blood when the knife cuts your thin soft skin...but, you are my kids. You will know what is good for you. And after all these, you will grow up, be stronger and stretch your wings wide open in the blue sky...Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, mama will trust your poor papa- a pure trust like your granfa's one. My dear, you can do it. You surely can do it because simply you are my darling, you are the only one in the world of millions of people who I love and love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it and We can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a fairy tale. No, it is not because there cant be happiness without any effort. So now, my darling , we will together do it. We will swim until we die instead of dying because of not swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....I love you, my stupid papa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-8295202140400351098?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/8295202140400351098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=8295202140400351098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/8295202140400351098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/8295202140400351098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-my-dear-kids.html' title='To my dear kids'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-9158205461086678680</id><published>2009-11-03T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:23:04.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you want to show that you are not a loser and you are an open-minded one with a generous heart. But if you say the beautiful words but its useless, generous behavior but unreasonable, are you a winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 types of losers&lt;br /&gt;1. they know they lose and accept it.&lt;br /&gt;and the others try to show off that they are not. They are smart enough not to make things bigger because then this will oppose them...So they try to do it as a unlucky and miserable one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it what you like.&lt;br /&gt;I just simply do not care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-9158205461086678680?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/9158205461086678680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=9158205461086678680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/9158205461086678680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/9158205461086678680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-you-want-to-show-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-8468160142198331596</id><published>2009-10-30T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:00:50.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U should participate on mote activities....You shouldnt spend your valuable time on hating yourself, struggling against yourself. Look at people, they just enjoy. They even study harder than you, but still they dont look tired. The main reason why you feel tired because you feel frustrated with yourself...You have yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do u have to spend time for that stupid thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+every friday: dancing class.&lt;br /&gt;+every sunday : badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to do that. my dear and then things will be solved by themselves...&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to others also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-8468160142198331596?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/8468160142198331596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=8468160142198331596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/8468160142198331596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/8468160142198331596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/10/u-should-participate-on-mote-activities.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-6635873437106466423</id><published>2009-10-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:06:48.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have to remember this moment...When you are in the end of the dark road...You cannot stay there...cannot wait for someone come and take you to another way or help you to break the wall..&lt;br /&gt;you have 2 ways:&lt;br /&gt;-break the wall&lt;br /&gt;-find another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to break it because you are not strong enough to do it.and i know that the way you are now is not the way you want yourself to be.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;another way&lt;br /&gt;+Be cool and be cold...You should be nice and friendly to others if they are good and dont harm you. If you think that you are brave and strong, intelligent enough, then live like that...But do u feel comfortable? The answer is "NO"...So, be adaptive.be nice and friendly to others. you dont lose anything...They may not respect you but who care? because what you get is much more than that.You can meet good people. You can ask for help. You can feel relaxed.For those who show that they dont respect you. what do you lose? nothing. we just consider them as a friend, just a friend to talk to. thats all&lt;br /&gt;+always ask yourself, do u lose anything? do u really lose anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-6635873437106466423?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6635873437106466423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=6635873437106466423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/6635873437106466423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/6635873437106466423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-have-to-remember-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-9026993572366616450</id><published>2009-10-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:45:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just accept it this dear...That you  really dont study hard and you dont use all of your power and spirit for your studying...Where are all of your spirit and dreams? Where are your desires and your wings?Do you know what you are doing dear? Or you are just hidding.. that you are weak and deny to change?  And then you keep them all in your heart and mind...It destroy all of your youth and emotion and also your desires...Everyone has only one life to live...one youth to desire...What are you afraid of ? Just do what you want...There is no rule for the good and bad things...Just be yourself...Be yourself and do what you want to do...&lt;br /&gt;You are young and You want to fly...So now, be brave and fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that it is bad for you...&lt;br /&gt;You know that you should change...&lt;br /&gt;You know that it is too late...&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it is never too late to do it...&lt;br /&gt;You have wasted 2 yrs ...Do you want to go on being like this? And then waste your life?the whole of your life?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you feel that you are safe now...Because your dear will be with you...but dear, you have to be strong to support your dear and help him...&lt;br /&gt;And what if...someday, he leaves you alone?...&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is a state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-9026993572366616450?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/9026993572366616450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=9026993572366616450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/9026993572366616450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/9026993572366616450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-accept-it-this-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-5648070434462424970</id><published>2008-04-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:30:25.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st letter</title><content type='html'>Dear dad and mum,&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I had to spend my birthday in a strange place-where even when I smile or cry,no one cares me,no one takes a look at me,gives me a tissue or a warm hug...In fact, althuogh I have never experienced a full birthday, being in your arms is enough for me...As time goes by, I am older,cannot be a child to be always next to you.And time has teached me the smell of failure, of hopeless feeling,of being lonely...At these terrible time, you are always besides me, drowing away your sadness and weakness to hold me,to be my solid support.You have paid the color of your hair to be strong enuogh to protect your small girl from the storms of life. And time also takes me far away from you to come here for my future.I know that everytime you take me to airport, you cry silently after my back is turned.I know that you were so worried for your small girl whether I could enjoy my birthday or not.I do not know why..It was so lucky that I did not cry when I called you to tell you about my birthday,how happy I was and how interesting it was.My friends tried their best to make me feel warm and happy.I thank all of you.I thank you so much...However,I know that you still worry for your small daughter.My mum and dad, althuogh I am not old enuogh to not cry whenever I leave Vietnam, I am mature enuogh to know that life is the journey and the last trip is to home where you are still waiting for me and spraying for me forever...My dad and mum,I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-5648070434462424970?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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title='academic essay writing'/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-2540970157881281659</id><published>2008-03-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:32:25.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-2540970157881281659?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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related to the Mr Blackstone's question.In ancient age,our forebear did not pay any attention on their enviroment.The only thing they cared was their lives,and their life condition.This demand was reasonable and this was also the original reason for the huge industrialization afterward.Hence,I believe that it is nonsense to blame or hate industrialization.If we could choose again,what would we choose?I am sre that we would choose that way once again because it is the rule of life.Life is the choices and we have to pay for  every choice we make.We can not change it but we can choose what is more necessary. What can we learn from this?It means that humans are the master of this world and we still want to live in more and more comfortable lives.This ambition leads to development and continous change.Therefore,the reason we have to save our Earth is for ourselves.In the other words,although we use any beautiful words for saving the earth,they are simply for ourselves.And when we are aware of this,we are not lost and know what we should do for us and our neighbours and our friends.Therefore,I strongly agree with the author of "Saving Nature".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-2294403158039139869?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/2294403158039139869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-2629591264272499870</id><published>2008-03-05T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:34:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>: Describe a serious environmental problem that exists in your home country today and explain how there could be an “engineering solution” to it.</title><content type='html'>ren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-2629591264272499870?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-3459067727711725814</id><published>2008-02-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:20:12.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Day!</title><content type='html'>When I was sitting on the bus,I thuoght althuogh people all over the world always wanted to give love to others,they might not ask themselves how,what and when they could do.Neither I do.I used to think that,giving love to the unhappy and the poor was the most valuable behaviour and I always kept in mind that some days,when I had chance,I would  be absolutely ready to do so.But now,I really think that what I thuoght is so unreal.That is the reason why I have never said "hello" and "thank you" to the bus drivers when I took  in and off,or "have a nice day" to the cleaners.Today,I got up late.I run to the kitchen to find something to eat with heavy schoolbags in bad mood and the cleaner said"good morning" to me.I suddenly feel peaceful and so happy.These words really makes my day become more meaningful.And I wanted to do so to other poeple.Therefore,when I got into the bus,I really want to say"hello" to the bus driver but I could not.No one on the bus did it and I felt afraid.I do not know the reason why but I did not do it.I hated mysefl during the time on the bus and I realised that,everyone all over the world also want to be loved.And it is not necessary for you to give them huge amuont of money or present,sometimes,just a smile and some words really make them feel comfortable and happy.Finally,after a long time to think,I said "bye bye and have a nice day" to the bus driver.I can feel his happiness in his smile and his eyes.I know that he feels energetic enough for a long day of driving.However,thanks to him,I really feel happy much more than him because I can do something for me and others.&lt;br /&gt;This entry is too long.I am so sorry for this and ..Mr BlackStone because I know that there are a lot of mistakes in my entry but I still want to post it.I want to share my feeling at this moment:I am alone in the 4th floor full of spring cold wind but my heart is really warm.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-3459067727711725814?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/3459067727711725814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=3459067727711725814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of new things and also challenges.I wish all of you with a cold mind to analysis and face with difficulties and a warm heart to cry for the unhappy,to taste the small cold wind at midnights and to love others more and more.Wish you with all the best wishes!!!^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-4874140715312124967?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4874140715312124967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8090945568804145478&amp;postID=4874140715312124967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/4874140715312124967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/7358704578980802009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8090945568804145478/posts/default/7358704578980802009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinapearl.blogspot.com/2008/02/environmental-question-in-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>CAROT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591268510151826671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpZiucKnXkk/R5YAkEAA6_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yxzv1No4Alk/S220/566e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090945568804145478.post-3920470706626594899</id><published>2008-01-23T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:05:55.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First of all, it is quite hard to define the meaning of life...In the other words,we can only feel the meaning of life due to every steps in our paths in this life,every breath we breathe,every feelings we tuoch.I really do not know whether I am idealist to think that,arrangements of the destiny are too perfect and everything occuring in our life has its own meaning...We learn how to feel the pains to be stronger,how to feel woe to be happier,how to give up something to receive other things...Therefore,the answer to the true meaning of the life depends on the degree of throb of your spirit and your hearts.I am too young to say that I can find out the meaning of my life because maybe,at the moment I stop breathing,I realise deeply the meaning of my life.However,it is impossible to say that I have never thought about it.Therefore,now,what I have in my heart and my emotion is lessons which I have experienced to image a small part of the endless meaning of the life...I always enjoy Trinh Cong son's songs to learn the various feelings of life.Althoungh this life is full of woe,loneliness,unfinishment,he still loves this life anyway...Although he knew that he was just a small sand to be sand one again someday,he was still eager to adventure this life,both sadness and fulfillment...In fact,there is just a slim boundary between the pessimism and optimism.i think a person who can feel the true meaning of life is a person who can love this life endlessly in stead of challenges and woe,who can accept the pains as coffee must be bitter but still feel its sweet after the uncomfortable taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This may be enough.My english is not good enough to express all my feelings now.^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8090945568804145478-3920470706626594899?l=vinapearl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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