<?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-5045550841314791733</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:22:22.703-08:00</updated><category term='Journal Writing (Composition in composition book)'/><category term='Journal Writing'/><category term='SCAMPER'/><category term='Journal Writing(Grammar)'/><category term='Journal Writing(Little Women)'/><category term='Story Writing'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Cube Evil's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>You are now watching...The Cube Evil's Blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-6187262722475105894</id><published>2008-05-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:30:54.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCAMPER'/><title type='text'>SCAMPER rewriting : Cuber Trainer (Dolphin Trainer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN INTERVIEW WITH A CUBER TRAINER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erik Chan has one of the best jobs in the world --- or at least he thinks so! He's a cuber trainer at Class 1R. Find out more about Erik and his fascinating job in the interview below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you become a cuber trainer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; don't know how to slove a cube in the class. I thought there should be a cuber trainer. That was nearly five days ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What qualification go you need to become a cuber trainer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firemen need to put out fires, cuber trainers need to train cubers. The trainers need to know how to solve a cube.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does a cuber trainer actually do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, one obvious answer is train cubers. I also look after cubes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you train a cuber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the first tricks we teach the cubers is to solve a easy cube with their hands. I think you know what hands are, right? Cubers also learn other tricks such as solving a easy cube with a hand, solving a easy cube blindfolded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you recommend this job to other people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, definitely, but don't try if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are too stupid to slove a cube&lt;/span&gt;, just try if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are wise enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; solves cubes is called the cuber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-6187262722475105894?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/6187262722475105894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=6187262722475105894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6187262722475105894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6187262722475105894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/05/scamper-rewriting-cuber-trainer.html' title='SCAMPER rewriting : Cuber Trainer (Dolphin Trainer)'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8727010787856036613</id><published>2008-03-04T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:40:11.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Writing'/><title type='text'>Story Writing:Broken Friend Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Broken Friend Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, David met Mary like before. He walked slowly behind.&lt;br /&gt;"M..." David took a deep breath, "...ary" Mr. Woo did not come from the back. David was happy after he had finailly call his first firend. But when he got his head up......&lt;br /&gt;Cold wind blew... Mary gone far away.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Woo's body was shaking, and his head fell and rise, his eyes roll up and down......with David next to him, both hands on his shoulder which was shaking too, "What should I do now!? What if Mary talk nothing to me!?" "I...I d...don'...'t kn...ow" he answered with his shaking mouth. "I never see David so nervous like now!" Mr. Woo thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you then?" David asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I don...I..." Suddenly, David stop shaking Mr. Woo. David smelled. At the same time, there's a light bulb next to Mr. Woo, "So I am Mr. Woo and I think you should stop asking me stupid question such as 'Who are you' and I think you said something wrong to Mary and she was unhappy and don't talk to you again and you should think back what you have done and say sorry to Mary to make her talk to you again." Mr. Woo said that continuously.&lt;br /&gt;~~2 days ago~~&lt;br /&gt;MSN:&lt;br /&gt;20:04  Mary: HI&lt;br /&gt;20:09  Mary: Is there anybody home?20:10  Mary: David?&lt;br /&gt;20:10  Mary: Hey! I need a copy of XXX Worksheet!&lt;br /&gt;Mary's status become "busy"&lt;br /&gt;22:46  Mary: Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;~~Yesterday~~&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Sorry Ms. Fok... I don't have XXX Worksheet...&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Fok: STAY AFTER SCHOOL FOR 5 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;~~Today~~&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Mary, don't go! I know I've done wrong...I'm playing games when you ask me for the worksheet. For what I've done, and everything I've done wrong......I'm deeply sorry. (Edison)"&lt;br /&gt;Mary smelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8727010787856036613?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8727010787856036613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8727010787856036613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8727010787856036613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8727010787856036613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-writingbroken-friend-ship.html' title='Story Writing:Broken Friend Ship'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-7938661485209428070</id><published>2008-03-02T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:12:34.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Writing'/><title type='text'>Story Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Point of view&lt;/strong&gt;      : 3rd person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme&lt;/strong&gt;                  : Loneliness, Friend Ship, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters &lt;/strong&gt;         :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr. Woo the teacher :He helps David. He is very helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;David the boy             :He was hit by a car. He is just a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mary the girl              :She was shy. She wouldn't forgive people easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;David the man           :He was not only a boy this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mary the woman       :She was not shy any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot and Setting&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 : Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;                  :David was lonely and Mr. Woo helps him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 : Broken Friend Ship&lt;/span&gt;  :David did something wrong and his first friend Mary hate him. Mr. Woo helps David again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 : First Love&lt;/span&gt;                   :David thought he was in love with Mary. He tried to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 : The Truth&lt;/span&gt;                   :David told Mary what he thought. Mary ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 : The Dinner&lt;/span&gt;                 :Mr. Woo had dinner with Mary. He told Mary what David thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 : Lonely, Again&lt;/span&gt;             :David was hit by a car. He was in a deep coma. Everybody came visit David except Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 : In Mary's Mind&lt;/span&gt;          :Mary came and tell David what she thought. David woke up. Mary ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 : Bye&lt;/span&gt;                               :F.6...Say "Goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 : The Meeting&lt;/span&gt;               :David met Mary on the street. Dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10: David's Last Chance&lt;/span&gt; :David asked Mary to marry him. Mary did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-7938661485209428070?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/7938661485209428070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=7938661485209428070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/7938661485209428070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/7938661485209428070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-writing.html' title='Story Writing'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-6434363450969120059</id><published>2008-02-17T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:39:08.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing15: The Story of Axl, Slash and Stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the story I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash was a friend of Stephanie and Axl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the wedding, Axl and Stephanie forgot to bring the ring because Axl was not paying attention on the wedding. Axl was paying attention on the other girl. After the party, she played piano with Axl in the bar when Stephanie came to found Axl. The girls fought. Stephanie wanted to kill the girl &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; Axl didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash helped Stephanie to kill the girl. Everybody thought Slash was dead too. Stephanie killed herself in the pool because of Slash. Axl couldn't save Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axl was very sad because he loved Stephanie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much. He couldn't hold himself. He bought a gun from the gun shop then blow himself out in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axl and Stephanie was dead but Slash was not. He went to the grave yart to visit Axl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real story is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axl came home and found that Stephanie was shot in the head herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-6434363450969120059?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/6434363450969120059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=6434363450969120059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6434363450969120059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6434363450969120059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-writing15-story-of-axl-slash.html' title='Journal Writing15: The Story of Axl, Slash and Stephanie'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-9077329813030787706</id><published>2008-01-25T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:40:06.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Writing'/><title type='text'>Story Writing:Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a sunny day. Mary went to school alone. Her head was down. She turned right when David was behind her. He walked slowly behind, sadly too. He saw Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"M..." David called Mary but Mr. Woo came from behind and walked with Mary. They didn't noticed David. There were a lot of books in Mr. Woo's arms in front of his chest. They read together. David sobbed. He was lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David didn't have a good time. After school, he walked along the road, with loneliness. He crossed the road sadly when a red man standing in the traffic light. A car came soon. The driver couldn't see David because he was listening to music......The time seems stopped. The car was still coming. The driver was still listening music. David's head was still down. The pedestrians were still having no attention with the coming car and David, but one person noticed, a person with familiar face, with strong arms. He was...Mr. Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He pulled David out of the road with his strong arms. The car passed safely. "Just try to be friends with the others! Loneliness will soon get away."but David likely could not hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David got on a bus. He was tired. Suddenly, many Mr. Woos appeared, "Just try to be friends with the others...Just try to be friends with the others...Loneliness will soon get away..."David's brain was a mess. He could not think of anything, just a black screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David opened his eyes. He was still on a bus. No Mr. Woos. No orders. It was just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next day, David still went to school alone. No Mr. Woo. No Mary. He went into the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Can you be my friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-9077329813030787706?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/9077329813030787706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=9077329813030787706' title='140 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/9077329813030787706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/9077329813030787706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-writing-2-loneliness-draft.html' title='Story Writing:Loneliness'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>140</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-2586086395718409933</id><published>2008-01-25T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:12:16.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Writing'/><title type='text'>Story Writing 1: Choose a theme</title><content type='html'>I think I'll choose loneliness because I can use my old story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/12/journal-writing13-story-loneness.html"&gt;http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/12/journal-writing13-story-loneness.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is great! Maybe I'll change "Jo" to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-2586086395718409933?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/2586086395718409933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=2586086395718409933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2586086395718409933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2586086395718409933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-writing-1-choose-theme.html' title='Story Writing 1: Choose a theme'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8081642705145305441</id><published>2008-01-20T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:53:17.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing14: A theme in the Ugly Duckling</title><content type='html'>If you are very ugly when you were born, will your mother kill you or get rid of you?&lt;br /&gt;The love of the mothers.&lt;br /&gt;If you are short, your mother still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are sick, you mother still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are ugly, your mother still loves you...&lt;br /&gt;If a duckling is ugly, his mother still loves him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8081642705145305441?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8081642705145305441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8081642705145305441' title='132 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8081642705145305441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8081642705145305441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2008/01/journal-writing14-theme-in-ugly.html' title='Journal Writing14: A theme in the Ugly Duckling'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>132</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-5441954828031831015</id><published>2007-12-07T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:06:41.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing (Composition in composition book)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing13: Story Writing-Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Woo: bookworm, helpful&lt;br /&gt;Jo: bookworm, lonely&lt;br /&gt;Erik: very lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Road to school, bus(42A), classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Erik went to school alone. He is very lonely. Could he defeat the loneliness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a sunny day. Jo went to school alone. Her head was down. She turned right when Erik was behind her. He walked slowly behind, sadly too. He saw Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"J..."Erik called Jo but Mr. Woo came from behind and walked with Jo. They didn't noticed Erik. There were a lot of books in Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woo's&lt;/span&gt; arms in front of his chest. They read together. Erik sobbed. He was lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Erik didn't have a good time. After school, he walked along the road, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loneliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He crossed the road sadly when a red man standing in the traffic light. A car came soon. The driver couldn't see Erik because he was listening to music......&lt;br /&gt;The time seems stopped. The car was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; coming. The driver was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; listening music. Erik's head was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; down. The pedestrians were &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; having no attention with the coming car and Erik, but &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; person noticed, a person with familiar face, with strong arms. He was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Woo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He pulled Erik out of the road with his strong arms. The car passed safely. "Just try to be friends with the others! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will soon get away."but Erik likely could not hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Erik got on a bus. He was tired. Suddenly, many Mr. Woos appeared, "Just try to be friends with the others...Just try to be friends with the others...Loneliness will soon get away..."Erik's brain was a mess. He could not think of anything, just a black screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Erik opened his eyes. He was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; on a bus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. Woos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;orders. It was just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next day, Erik &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; went to school alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Mr. Woo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jo. He went in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Can you be my friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-5441954828031831015?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/5441954828031831015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=5441954828031831015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/5441954828031831015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/5441954828031831015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/12/journal-writing13-story-loneness.html' title='Journal Writing13: Story Writing-Loneliness'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8653050676809775153</id><published>2007-11-24T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:52:29.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing(Little Women)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing12: Question answering</title><content type='html'>Why does Jo get angry very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo gets angry very often because she is a tomboy. She just like a boy: gets angry easily but gets happy easily too! So that she can get angry very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8653050676809775153?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8653050676809775153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8653050676809775153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8653050676809775153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8653050676809775153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-writing12-question-answering.html' title='Journal Writing12: Question answering'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-2273614851892680005</id><published>2007-11-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:29:33.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing11: Urban and Suburb</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Similar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall buildings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crowed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small but many shops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fewer trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Suburb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short buildings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big but a few(maybe one) shop(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-2273614851892680005?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/2273614851892680005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=2273614851892680005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2273614851892680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2273614851892680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-writing11-urban-and-suburb.html' title='Journal Writing11: Urban and Suburb'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8216114664171820411</id><published>2007-11-10T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:29:57.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing(Little Women)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing10: Reply letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marmee has read your letter to us. I am very sorry that I think too much about my looks. I am sorry that I hate working. And many many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;. I won't do those anymore. We won't let you disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the war will end soon so you can came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little woman,&lt;br /&gt;Meg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8216114664171820411?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8216114664171820411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8216114664171820411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8216114664171820411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8216114664171820411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-writing10-reply-letter.html' title='Journal Writing10: Reply letter'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8714464345312655209</id><published>2007-11-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:31:19.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing(Grammar)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing9: Comparative and superlative adjective</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129347378075059506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/Ry8aQ4--xTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CCxcr8IR0Vo/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This screen shot comes from the book, The Witches, page 178. Since the root word, close, is a short, to make it a comparative, simply add "r".Since the root word, good, is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129348043794990402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/Ry8a3o--xUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/d_jzd5lyM-I/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This screen shot comes from the book, Matilda, page 7. Since the root word, good, is a special word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8714464345312655209?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8714464345312655209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8714464345312655209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8714464345312655209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8714464345312655209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-writing9-comparative-and.html' title='Journal Writing9: Comparative and superlative adjective'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/Ry8aQ4--xTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CCxcr8IR0Vo/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-771257731165434499</id><published>2007-10-28T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:31:50.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing(Grammar)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing8: Preposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/RyRWQo--xRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCfYJbjlw0s/s1600-h/æªå½å.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126317119733941522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/RyRWQo--xRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCfYJbjlw0s/s320/%E6%9C%AA%E5%91%BD%E5%90%8D.bmp" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author use the "since" and "untill" the represent the time from 1980 to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-771257731165434499?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/771257731165434499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=771257731165434499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/771257731165434499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/771257731165434499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-writing8preposition.html' title='Journal Writing8: Preposition'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6f6DduPIW8w/RyRWQo--xRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCfYJbjlw0s/s72-c/%E6%9C%AA%E5%91%BD%E5%90%8D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-5815163333496405257</id><published>2007-10-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:40:04.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing7: Time line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carl Sagan's&lt;br /&gt;November 9, 1934---Born&lt;br /&gt;1951-----------------Graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rahway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; High School in New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;1955-----------------He received a bachelor's degree&lt;br /&gt;1956-----------------He received a master's degree&lt;br /&gt;1960-----------------Earn his doctorate&lt;br /&gt;1971 -----------------Became a full professor at Cornell&lt;br /&gt;December 20, 1996--Died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 27, 1995---Born&lt;br /&gt;1995's end---------Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong&lt;br /&gt;2005--------------Moved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; times&lt;br /&gt;September, 2007--Became a Secondary student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-5815163333496405257?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/5815163333496405257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=5815163333496405257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/5815163333496405257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/5815163333496405257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-writing7time-line.html' title='Journal Writing7: Time line'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-6732908917971883179</id><published>2007-10-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:42:23.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing (Composition in composition book)'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing6: Biography</title><content type='html'>Erik Chan&lt;br /&gt;1995-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik Chan is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a famous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik Chan was born on 27th August, 1995. Chan's early years did not mark him as a genius because he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; a genius. Although his family was Chinese, he was born in Canada. He went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong in year 1995's end and he became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong citizen. He went to primary school in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; year for Erik Chan. He moved several times. He even change his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; name. He met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the most important person in his life&lt;/span&gt; in 2005. He became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt; student in September, 2007. He became the form treasurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; he will be a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-6732908917971883179?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/6732908917971883179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=6732908917971883179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6732908917971883179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/6732908917971883179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-writing6-biography.html' title='Journal Writing6: Biography'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-2566596660959446303</id><published>2007-10-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T05:17:58.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing5: Poem</title><content type='html'>Everyday we do a lot (4) A&lt;br /&gt;And it can fill a pot. (3) A&lt;br /&gt;Details are on teacher's blog (4) A(B)&lt;br /&gt;It almost made me shocked! (3) A(B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-2566596660959446303?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/2566596660959446303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=2566596660959446303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2566596660959446303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/2566596660959446303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-cool-class-fast.html' title='Journal Writing5: Poem'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-338750920915080732</id><published>2007-09-30T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:27:44.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing4: Mid Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday was Mid Autumn Festival. But I don't like it much because it was also 'Homework Festival'! We had many homework because the next day was a holiday! I don't like Chinese Festival (except Chinese New Year) because sometimes I need to use all night to eat at my grandma's house. It is always bored! I hope &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; will come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-338750920915080732?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/338750920915080732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=338750920915080732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/338750920915080732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/338750920915080732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/jounal-writing4mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Journal Writing4: Mid Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-3468102451899941869</id><published>2007-09-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:40:07.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing3: My hobbies</title><content type='html'>These are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;I like making web sites.  (&lt;a href="http://hk.geocities.com/ucgundamsworld/"&gt;http://hk.geocities.com/ucgundamsworld/&lt;/a&gt;)  I like blogging too.  I like playing computer games. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (Everyone say this......)&lt;/span&gt;  How about outdoors activities?  Em... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wargames!&lt;/span&gt;  I like wargames because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like guns!  Guns!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.38, M4A1, ............&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(These are something about guns.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-3468102451899941869?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/3468102451899941869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=3468102451899941869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/3468102451899941869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/3468102451899941869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-writing3-my-hobbies.html' title='Journal Writing3: My hobbies'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-8808031784368435905</id><published>2007-09-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:32:59.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing2: Why did you enjoy Sports Day?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoy Sports Day!  I enjoyed Sports Day because we could sing there.  I like singing!  And it is because I like cheering!  But there are still one more reason.  It is because I could cheer with my classmate!  This is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the most important&lt;/span&gt; reason!!!!  I&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; did&lt;/span&gt; enjoy Sports Day and I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; enjoy Sports Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-8808031784368435905?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/8808031784368435905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=8808031784368435905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8808031784368435905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/8808031784368435905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-writing2-why-did-you-enjoy.html' title='Journal Writing2: Why did you enjoy Sports Day?'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-4453058299112852222</id><published>2007-09-07T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:29:02.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Writing'/><title type='text'>Journal Writing1: What is the most important thing i learnt this week?</title><content type='html'>I learnt many things this week. But what is the most important thing? I think it is how to make and post in a blog. It is because if I haven't learnt about this, I won't be typing now! And there is one more reason: because making blog make me excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-4453058299112852222?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/4453058299112852222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=4453058299112852222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/4453058299112852222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/4453058299112852222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-most-important-thing-i-learnt.html' title='Journal Writing1: What is the most important thing i learnt this week?'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-4718857997778847308</id><published>2007-09-04T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:29:37.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>School start! My most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; goal this year is be the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;top five&lt;/span&gt; in the class. And I am going to learn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-4718857997778847308?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/4718857997778847308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=4718857997778847308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/4718857997778847308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/4718857997778847308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/goal.html' title='Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045550841314791733.post-3985481722827272457</id><published>2007-09-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:29:37.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I learnt something today.</title><content type='html'>Hello! This is my first post! I learnt about posting &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blog pages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045550841314791733-3985481722827272457?l=erikchan002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/feeds/3985481722827272457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5045550841314791733&amp;postID=3985481722827272457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/3985481722827272457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045550841314791733/posts/default/3985481722827272457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erikchan002.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo-manfirst-posti-learnt.html' title='I learnt something today.'/><author><name>Erik Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972034184655143555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
