<?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-15928216</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:10.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karina's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113095184595472202</id><published>2005-11-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:17:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #31: FREE: Write about what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this time I'm going to write about Halloween. I think this Halloween was so cool. I got to go to a Custom Party with all of my friends from High school. I dress like Cleopatria it was so much fun. There were a lot of people who went to the party. It was on Saturday night, after that I went with my friends to watch a movie and eat some pizza. I also got to spend Halloween time with my family we went to the Dorado Park on Scottsdale. They have so many games out there for kids also they had military people playing with the kids. I love the military so that’s why I had more fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113095184595472202?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113095184595472202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113095184595472202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113095184595472202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113095184595472202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-31-free-write-about-what-ever.html' title='Journal #31: FREE: Write about what ever you want.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113094961438431088</id><published>2005-11-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:40:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #30: How do you write an essay?</title><content type='html'>The first thing I have to do to start my essay is do my prewriting Example: mapping, brainstorming, listing and questioning. The second step is planning meaning outline or organizing ideas. The third step is drafting, in other words writing your ideas down on a paper or writing your rough draft with additional thoughts. The next step is revising taking or adding other words or phrase to reorganized your ideas or draft. Then, the editing checking grammar, spelling and punctuation. Finally rewriting your essay into the final draft. These are all of the steps you need to follow in order to write a excellent essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113094961438431088?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113094961438431088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113094961438431088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113094961438431088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113094961438431088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-30-how-do-you-write-essay.html' title='Journal #30: How do you write an essay?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113077927379188153</id><published>2005-10-31T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:21:13.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #29: What is the best commercial you've ever seen?</title><content type='html'>The best commercial I ever seen was the one with a guy dog eating spaghetti with a girl dog. When He was about to kiss her he woke up he was day dreaming and right at the moment he hit himself against the window and saw the girl dog walking in front of his yard. I was laughing so much and then it came up to that it was a Disney commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113077927379188153?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113077927379188153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113077927379188153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113077927379188153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113077927379188153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-29-what-is-best-commercial.html' title='Journal #29: What is the best commercial you&apos;ve ever seen?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113035772744495576</id><published>2005-10-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:15:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?</title><content type='html'>What I hate doing the most using technology in class  is the essays. I think we would learn better in how to improve in writing if we could do it in class so that way the teacher is able to help us when we are confused. Using technology is a big help also because we could send our work to the teacher without us being in school. Rather than that everything is just working fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113035772744495576?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113035772744495576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113035772744495576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113035772744495576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113035772744495576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-28-what-do-hate-most-about.html' title='Journal #28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113034901843527814</id><published>2005-10-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:50:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece that I enjoy using the most is the computer. The reason why I enjoy it more is because I could chat with my friends that are in a different state or a different school. It's a way to communicate each other. I also like the computer becuase now there's so many things you could do with it. Example now I could actually do my homework at home by online. I could always check what I have for homework for the next day and so on.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113034901843527814?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113034901843527814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113034901843527814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113034901843527814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113034901843527814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-27-what-is-one-piece-of.html' title='Journal #27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-113034854337177918</id><published>2005-10-26T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:40:44.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #26: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister husband gave my mother and me a dog named NENA her hair is black and she is a small dog. My sister husband told us that he found her running around in the freeway. Well about 1 month my mother friend told us she was pregnant. I was stunned. This past sunday the 23 around 2 in the morning she was having her puppies. She had of them there was 2 light brown and 3 black ones they are so pretty. Me and my mom are not sure of who is the father of thos puppies. It's either my Brothers dog or the neighbor dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-113034854337177918?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/113034854337177918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=113034854337177918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113034854337177918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/113034854337177918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-26-free-write-what-ever-you.html' title='Journal #26: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112957036384641378</id><published>2005-10-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:32:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #25: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm going to talk about School, so far this semester has been great. I'am reaching my goal of keeping my grades high enought in my honors classes and non Honor, participate in class, attend to class and not been late. I am also reaching my goal attending to all of the Honors speeches and movies at Phoenix College. I'am also trying hard to keep my Presidential Scholarship that is Issued by South Mountain Community College.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112957036384641378?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112957036384641378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112957036384641378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112957036384641378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112957036384641378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-25-free-write-what-ever-you.html' title='Journal #25: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112896358459966755</id><published>2005-10-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:09:38.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well in fact someone got in front of me when I went with my boyfriend to the movies. Well I didn't want to sound mean to the person. The first time I ask the person if she could please move she refused to move from the line so I decided to aks her once again. She still refused to move. I got fustrated and told her that she was been disrespectful to me and other people and when she realize that other people were looking at her she left. Before she left she gave and ugly look at me and my boyfriend. I honestly don't care what she thought about me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112896358459966755?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112896358459966755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112896358459966755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896358459966755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896358459966755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-24-what-would-you-do-if.html' title='Journal #24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112896293266095254</id><published>2005-10-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:51:01.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled4.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I ordered an ice cream cone and I forgot to bring my money. I can't even imagine myself in that position it would be so embarrassed not having money to pay for the ice cone. Well to pay I would even call my mother or my sister to bring money to pay. Or I would stay and help them on something to pay off for my ice cone. Well I hope in never happends to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/15.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112896293266095254?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112896293266095254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112896293266095254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896293266095254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896293266095254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-23-what-would-you-do-if-you.html' title='Journal #23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112896214512748395</id><published>2005-10-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:35:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been descriminated by one person that I rather not tell his name. Well this person is always talking bad staff about Mexican people. He would say that Mexican people just come to the Unitest States to make it a worse country. He also says that hate it them just for the reason that they don't have and Education. Well he told me that I was ignorant just becausee he thought that I was going to stop my Education once I got out of High School. But he was wrong. He apologize to me for thinking I was ignorant and was happy for me on keeping my Education. Now he is at West Point Academy in New York and we still talk to each other by E-mail. I make him realize that Mexican people could also get an Education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112896214512748395?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112896214512748395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112896214512748395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896214512748395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112896214512748395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-22-have-you-ever-been.html' title='Journal #22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112863320970638790</id><published>2005-10-06T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:13:29.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I wake up in another country and no one would understand me? I would go crazy just ny knowing that the people would not be able to understand me. That I have to be able to learn their language in order to survive. I alos have to learn it in order to start working. Maybe the first thing I would buy with my check would be a Dictionary. Although when I came to this country I did not speak any English but with effort now I' m able to speak English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112863320970638790?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112863320970638790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112863320970638790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112863320970638790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112863320970638790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21-what-would-you-do-if-you.html' title='Journal #21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112846862819645977</id><published>2005-10-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:30:28.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this time I'm not going to talk about the ASU games. This time I'm going to talk about me and my friend Ana. Since I started High School I know Ana Banana she is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. She has always been there for me when I need her. Me and Ana like to spend time together and go out. In high school we had so much fun we were on the same sport Cross Country. There are so many things we enjoy doing together. Here are some picture of me and her having fun together. I could say Ana is my Best friend but to me She is like my SISTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112846862819645977?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112846862819645977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112846862819645977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112846862819645977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112846862819645977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20-free-write-what-ever-you.html' title='Journal #20: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112835774907642842</id><published>2005-10-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:42:29.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #19: What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I saw a bug on my salad fist of all I would call the waitress to let them know what I found in my salad. When they offer me an exchange I would not take it just for the reason that if I found one in the first salad I may have the chance to found another one in the second one. The only action I would take against the restaurant I would just tell them to be careful. I would never go back to that place to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112835774907642842?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112835774907642842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112835774907642842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112835774907642842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112835774907642842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-19-what-would-you-do-if-you.html' title='Journal #19: What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112785071225224799</id><published>2005-09-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:52:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #18 If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/poor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/poor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/poor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/poor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give anything to the world I would give love and money for the poor people just for the reason that this people are the ones that need the most of our love and our money. For example in Africa Young people, old people and kids die everyday beacause they don't have any money to buy any food. They also live in poor conditions and they die because of a desease. I would give this people all of they money I can and try to build new homes for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112785071225224799?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112785071225224799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112785071225224799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112785071225224799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112785071225224799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-18-if-you-could-give-any-gift.html' title='Journal #18 If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112724847476773039</id><published>2005-09-20T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:34:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #17 what would happen if animals could talk? What would be some of the questions you would like to ask animals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If animals could talk we would be in so much trouble. Just by thinking the animals would be asking us why we don’t feed them at the correct time. Why do we make them take showers?&lt;br /&gt;Why some people hurt them &amp;amp; no one says nothing to defend them? Things like this our pets would be asking us. The questions that I would ask my pets are why don’t they like to take showers? Why would they scratch us? Why would they get mad when we get close to them? This are some of the questions that I would like to ask my pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112724847476773039?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112724847476773039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112724847476773039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112724847476773039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112724847476773039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17-what-would-happen-if.html' title='Journal #17 what would happen if animals could talk? What would be some of the questions you would like to ask animals?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112724753676575972</id><published>2005-09-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:19:40.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #16 What would happen if there was not television? Why would this be good? or bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if there was not television the whole world would go crazy? The reason why Television is good it’s because it keep us inform of what’s happening around us. Example we would know when a hurricane is coming to our town, or if we are in red alert of terrorism and we would be able to watch the news. The only bad thing about television is that it takes time away from people. Example a teenager could be reading a book but it rather be watching television, I could even be studying for a test or doing homework but just television takes my time away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112724753676575972?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112724753676575972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112724753676575972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112724753676575972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112724753676575972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-16-what-would-happen-if-there.html' title='Journal #16 What would happen if there was not television? Why would this be good? or bad?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112715924230723349</id><published>2005-09-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:48:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #15 FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Right on I was waiting for another free write what ever you want. Anyways now I would like to write about the ASU football game. This Saturday September 17, 2005 ASU play against Northwestern winning 52 against northwestern. I was part of the ASU Club were we get our ticket free to go into the game but with us we had to bring a group of middle kids and sit them in their assign seats. Later when the game started we were so excited that we were winning. I specially like when the football player Rudy did 5 of the touchdowns. Another part that I like was when sparky’s had to do the push-ups every time the ASU football team score.&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/15928216-112715924230723349?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112715924230723349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112715924230723349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715924230723349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715924230723349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15-free-write-what-ever-you.html' title='Journal #15 FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112715745178150031</id><published>2005-09-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:18:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#14: What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you cannot do now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/clubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/clubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What would happen if I could become invisible whenever I wanted to? Since I’m 19 years-old I had never sneak out of my house. I would at least one time in my life sneak out of the house to go to a club or to a party with my friends. I would also try new things such as go in free to the Arizona state fair, to a museum. I think one thing that would be the most hilarious is if I check on my boyfriend while he is out working. I would check what he does on his free time. Something else that I would do is sneak into the class when I’m late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112715745178150031?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112715745178150031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112715745178150031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715745178150031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715745178150031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal14-what-would-happen-if-you.html' title='Journal#14: What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you cannot do now?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112715636104352462</id><published>2005-09-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:59:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #13: What is something that really bugs you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/to2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/to1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/mad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/mad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that really bugs me is when my nieces or my nephew go in to my room. The reason why it bugs me is because they go into my room and write on my important homework, on my books, notebooks and even on my walls. I talk to my sisters letting them know what their kids were doing in my room and I also talk to my sister about her son getting my computer unavailable to work. He unfortunate broke my computer just by turn it on and turn it off. The only way I could solve this problem is by putting a lock in my room and that’s what I definitely did. At the end I still love my nieces and my nephew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112715636104352462?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112715636104352462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112715636104352462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715636104352462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112715636104352462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13-what-is-something-that_19.html' title='Journal #13: What is something that really bugs you?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112672076778792187</id><published>2005-09-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:28:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 12 What would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/stars.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I f I could fly whenever I want I would fly all around the world. I would visit all the countries and states such as Paris, Europe, China, and Japan. I would also enjoy flying at night time with the stars and fresh air rushing over my hair. When I would be using my ability all the time, I would be proud of my ability. It would be so much fun because this would be my ride to school, and some other &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/night.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;places.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112672076778792187?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112672076778792187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112672076778792187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112672076778792187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112672076778792187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12-what-would-happen-if-you.html' title='Journal # 12 What would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112654732242227719</id><published>2005-09-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:48:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #11: What is your favorite book and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/the.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/the.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite books is The Notebook because it’s A love story, written in both first and third person narrative, in two different time periods, that tells the story of Noah and Allie; how they fell in love in the 1940s, and how they fall in love again in the 1990s, when Allie is suffering from Alzheimer's and no longer remembers him. This book was written by Nicholas Sparks and this story was originally inspired by Nicholas's wife's grandparents. I advice you to read this book because it Rocks~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112654732242227719?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112654732242227719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112654732242227719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112654732242227719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112654732242227719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11-what-is-your-favorite-book.html' title='Journal #11: What is your favorite book and why?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112654369915485857</id><published>2005-09-12T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:51:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#10: FREE: Write what ever you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/asu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/asu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to write is that Saturday I went to see the Football game at ASU. It was a fun, exiting and suspend game because ASU play with Louisiana University. At first we were winning then later on they catch up to us almost at the end of the game. There was 3 minutes left and they score at the end and end up winning. It was a hard game but at the same time I was happy of going to see the game. I’m hoping next week they beat the next team. The game is at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112654369915485857?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112654369915485857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112654369915485857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112654369915485857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112654369915485857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal10-free-write-what-ever-you.html' title='Journal#10: FREE: Write what ever you want'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112613192266384321</id><published>2005-09-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:28:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #9 What is the best advice you ever received?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/sarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/320/sarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I ever received was from my Instructor Sergeant First Class James Marshall. I remember he call me and told me to sit down. I did what he say and then suddenly he started to tell me that I needed to have more confident in my self to let people know I was not afraid to speak or give a speech in front of people. He also told me that I needed to be more responsible in my Academic work and Activities after school. I really thank him for the advice because of what he told me I decided to go for the speech&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112613192266384321?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112613192266384321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112613192266384321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112613192266384321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112613192266384321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-9-what-is-best-advice-you-ever_07.html' title='Journal #9 What is the best advice you ever received?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112613113564939897</id><published>2005-09-07T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:12:50.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #8 What is your favorite song and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.panstudio.com/boombox/album/mariah_carey_-_butterfly_-_(1999).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.panstudio.com/boombox/album/mariah_carey_-_butterfly_-_(1999).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is “We belong together” by Mariah Carey man that’s one of the best songs I ever heard off in a while. I always have the radio on when I’m in my room well I was doing my homework when they put the song sing by Mariah Carey. The reason I really like this song is by the way the lyrics are written, especially the way she sings the song and because she is one of my favorite singers. At the moment I was like I got to get that CD. So I did and now I listen to it whenever I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112613113564939897?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112613113564939897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112613113564939897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112613113564939897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112613113564939897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-8-what-is-your-favorite-song.html' title='Journal #8 What is your favorite song and why?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112612974919027854</id><published>2005-09-07T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:21:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #7 What is your most indispensable possession and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/drill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/drill.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most indispensable possession that i have with me is pictures. The reason why is very important to me is because every time i look at it brings to my mind so much lovely memories. It also reminds me of so many good things and times that i spend with my frieds when i was in high school and with my Instructors from the Army J.R.O.T.C. This picture i would not replaced with anything because if I keep it with me my whole life. when I go go back to it would remind me of such as good times that I spend and I cannot replaced it with anything not even with money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112612974919027854?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112612974919027854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112612974919027854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112612974919027854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112612974919027854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-7-what-is-your-most_07.html' title='Journal #7 What is your most indispensable possession and why?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112602746001600615</id><published>2005-09-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:24:20.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #6: What is one difficulty you faced while coming to school at SMCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are so many difficult things that I faced while coming to school at SMCC. One of the most difficult was been a freshman at SMCC. I did not knew anyone in this school so I was by myself in getting to the right class and on time. I also  have the fear of Getting lost the first day of school. To tell you the truth i did get lost. But with the help of my teachers I finally went to my correct classes.  To be honest i also have the fear of not fitting in with my new friends but now I look at my self and found out that fitting is not what matters. what matters is that my friends accept me as who I' am. This is my 3 week and as now I have so many friends including friends in class and in the soccer team.&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/15928216-112602746001600615?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112602746001600615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112602746001600615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602746001600615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602746001600615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-6-what-is-one-difficulty-you.html' title='Journal #6: What is one difficulty you faced while coming to school at SMCC'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112602598374923209</id><published>2005-09-06T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:28:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #5 Something I noticed about myself today...</title><content type='html'>Something I noticed about myself today is that I' am putting more attention to the class and not wasting my time doing something else. I also noticed that I like the blogger page were I could let other people know me by reading about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112602598374923209?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112602598374923209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112602598374923209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602598374923209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602598374923209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-5-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='Journal #5 Something I noticed about myself today...'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112602570278266466</id><published>2005-09-06T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:28:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4 Something I noticed about myself today...</title><content type='html'>Something that I noticed about myself today was that I see that i waste my time doing something else. when I could be doing something else that helps me. I also notice that I feel confortable by being in the English class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112602570278266466?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112602570278266466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112602570278266466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602570278266466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112602570278266466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-4-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='Journal #4 Something I noticed about myself today...'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112550671940477531</id><published>2005-08-31T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:29:24.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3 what do you do when you are bored?</title><content type='html'>When I’m Bored I like to go out with my friend Ana to the movies, visit some other friends that are in the Army and they just come for a week vacation. I also like to write back to friends that are in training for the Marines and Army. I also like to spend time playing soccer or running. When I’m really really bored I listen to some music or watch T.V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112550671940477531?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112550671940477531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112550671940477531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112550671940477531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112550671940477531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-3-what-do-you-do-when-you-are.html' title='Journal #3 what do you do when you are bored?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112550662667676348</id><published>2005-08-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:26:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2 Who is your hero?</title><content type='html'>In this world there are so many heroes for me but there is one that I admire the most and&lt;br /&gt;That’s my mother. The reason why she is my hero is because she has always been there for me supporting me with anything such as Finishing High School and now supporting me to go to college. She has also been there as a mother, father and friend. Unfortunate my Father was not with me to support me. But my mother was there whenever I needed someone to talk about any problem she was there. The reason I choose my mother as a hero is because she is helping me to be successful in life with out her asking me nothing in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112550662667676348?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112550662667676348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112550662667676348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112550662667676348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112550662667676348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2-who-is-your-hero.html' title='Journal #2 Who is your hero?'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928216.post-112533624776285322</id><published>2005-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:24:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1 Who are you? Tell me something about you, what you like to do, and what you are all about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/1600/to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/1492/200/to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my name is Karina Sierra I was born In Mexico City. I’ am 19 Years old and my mother brought me to Phoenix, Arizona when I was 12 years old. I consider myself a really active person that likes to play all kinds of sports such as Soccer, Cross Country and track. Since I’ am a really active person I play soccer for South Mountain Community College. In my free time I like to go to the movies with my friends, I also like to spend time by my self and listen to some music so that way I could do my homework or studying for a test. What I’m all about is family, school, friends and sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928216-112533624776285322?l=karax68961.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/feeds/112533624776285322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928216&amp;postID=112533624776285322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112533624776285322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928216/posts/default/112533624776285322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax68961.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1-who-are-you-tell-me.html' title='Journal #1 Who are you? Tell me something about you, what you like to do, and what you are all about.'/><author><name>Karina Sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172723144804465338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/41307884_d014a81077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
