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Wednesday, March 7, 2012. My father is a businessman, and he has a factory in China. Because he almost spends his time in China, he rarely stays in Taiwan. From my childhood he only comes back to Taiwan four times a year, and every time he just stays about one week. Because of that, we. Have a good relationship since I was very young. Know how to talk with him, and when he was at home I always felt pressure. Monday, February 6, 2012. Hi, I am Marcus. Link to the WRITE4 Class Page.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012. I got off at 44. This experience taught me that I had better research the way exactly when I go to somewhere that I first to go. Monday, February 6, 2012. Link to the WRITE4 Class Page.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012. When I was a college student, my best friend and I traveled in nine countries in Europe. We had decided to go when we were high school students. From that time, we saved up to fund the trip ourselves. Monday, February 6, 2012. Nice to meet you guys on the BLOG! As you guys know, my name is Sanna Ho, from Busan, South Korea. Busan is one of the best vacationlands which has a lot of beautiful beaches. I am proud of my country and hometown these are expressed about me.
Russell Thornton reflects on icons, art and imagination. With these poems, Thornton crosses oceans and millennia to explore archetypal themes of ritual, love and loss. His five previous books of poetry are. The Fifth Window; A Tunisian Notebook; House Built of Rain. Finalist for both the B. Birds, Metals, Stones and Rain. He said that the concern of th.
Saturday, December 8, 2007. I was finally able to edit and get everything done with my podcast. But saving is a whole other story. Class Project Contribution, part II. Movies bring out the best and the worst of us as a people.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010. The blog has been a way to take these really scary theoretical concepts and reframe them in our own language, perhaps supplementing with our own experiences as TAs. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Monday, November 29, 2010.
I wake to vague memories of randomness. I can only guess at silk strands of nonesense. My pillow knows better than I, I think. Still clinging to the impression. Along with any thoughts of dreams. In a world where some. I marvel at how young.