<?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-5450163</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:18:22.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judith's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my freshman composition journal for Ms.Cooper's English class.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105709749144620810</id><published>2003-07-01T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T15:11:31.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would I do if someone got in front of me when I was in line at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people does that, I would tell that person that we’ve been waiting in the row for some time and it’s not fair to get in like that, so I’ll ask him or her to go to the back of the line. And if that doesn’t works then I speak to the person in charge, so he could take him out. I will try that this incidence doesn’t ruin the movie; I mean it doesn’t worth it. These kinds of things are rarely common in the movies, except when there is a premier, that’s when people goes crazy and makes that kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105709749144620810?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105709749144620810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105709749144620810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709749144620810' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105709739476474040</id><published>2003-07-01T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T15:09:54.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would I do if I ordered an ice cream cone and I forgot to bring money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I will be really ashamed, then I’ll try to return it telling the salesman the truth that I forgot my money. Now if I really want it there are several things that I could do, for example, begging the salesman to give it for free, or leaving a ID in the meanwhile I’ll go to my house and grab the money. I could also ask people to lend me some money, or I could made a proposition to the salesman, like attending the next three clients in exchange of the ice cream; even play tic tac toe or another game, so we can gamble the ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105709739476474040?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105709739476474040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105709739476474040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709739476474040' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105700309435537589</id><published>2003-06-30T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:36:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever been discriminated against? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months ago I came to the SMCC, and I went to the front desk to ask for some information about the English classes. Although I did not speak well in English, a person who supposed gives information in English and in Spanish explained to me everything in English even when she understood Spanish. Then I ask again for the information in Spanish and she insisted in speak in English, so I gave up. Even though she was Latin, she didnâ€™t help me at all. How did I feel? Well I cannot understand why she is still there because she is not doing a good job in that sense. Also, I cannot understand how people who are from your own country could treat you like that. Finally, I think that nobody has the right to discriminate to other human been, and it is incredible how I can have discrimination for people who have the same origin as I do. Please, give me a break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105700309435537589?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700309435537589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700309435537589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105700309435537589' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105700303273098136</id><published>2003-06-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T15:37:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you do if I woke up in another country and no one could understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I would be a little disconcert in the beginning, but first I would find out what kind or language do everybody speak and then I would probably have to communicate myself with signs. After this, I would look for a dictionary and try to find out the words that I need to make myself clear. Although In this kind of experiences I would feel a little frustrated, I would try to communicate my thoughts in the best way that I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105700303273098136?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700303273098136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700303273098136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105700303273098136' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105700297738352362</id><published>2003-06-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T23:46:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favorites singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I would like to talk about a singer that I love his name is Peter Gabriel. I started following his career since Genesis, but what he has done lately I really like it. He has presented in México City twice. First with his world round tour called Realworld, which I couldn’t see, and the other time was in his last tour where he introduced his latest album called Up. I enjoy the concert, it was in the Auditorio Nacional, where the quality of sound is magnificent, and he played the entire album, plus some old songs like Sledge Hammer, Steam, and of course In your eyes. What I like is that the lyrics always has a meaning and the music its incredible. It is amazing how he prepares his concerts; he usually presents new versions of songs that are as good as the originals. As you can see I love this singer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105700297738352362?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700297738352362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105700297738352362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105700297738352362' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105695694028346576</id><published>2003-06-30T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T00:09:00.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I would do if I see a little bug in my salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	If I am in a restaurant and I see a little bug in my salad I would call the waitress and tell her “ There is a bug in my salad, could change it”. I would also, call the manager and I would tell him that he has be alert about the service quality.  It is probably what I would say. I think that is not a big deal because all depends in the attitude as a manager and as a customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105695694028346576?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105695694028346576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105695694028346576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695694028346576' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105695685573570735</id><published>2003-06-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T00:08:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could give any gift in the world. what I would give and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	If I could give any gift in the world I would give the cure for any disability or any terminal illness like AIDS . Something related with health because without it we cannot live with all the benefits that implicate to live with a good health. I would give the cure for people who have a disability or a terminal illness because I think that they have one of the most difficult and a painful process in live. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105695685573570735?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105695685573570735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105695685573570735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695685573570735' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105647699297248164</id><published>2003-06-24T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T22:57:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would happen if animals could talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	If animals could talk, I would ask them about their knowledge. For example, I would like to ask the dolphins, what do they have learned in all this time generation by generation? Also I would ask them about how do they survive? . And what do they like about life? I would have fun with them because they could show me the secrets of the sea. I think it would be the same with the rest of the animals, and I would like to understand them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105647699297248164?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105647699297248164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105647699297248164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105647699297248164' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105647696850968122</id><published>2003-06-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T11:50:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would happen if there was no television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I think these would be a good and a bad possibility. The reason that why it would be good is that probably because we would spend more time with the family or we would read more books like it used to be before the television has existed although presently if we want to; we could do it even if the television. This would be bad possibility because in spite all the trash programs that the television has, there are also educative and informative programs. Finally, the television as a communication media is very significant because with only turned it on; we can be informed about everything that happens around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105647696850968122?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105647696850968122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105647696850968122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105647696850968122' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105635788639112870</id><published>2003-06-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T10:33:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite role game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite role game is vampire the Masquerade.  A DJ who is the person that writes the stories directs the game. He or she has to think about the sceneries, the characters, the actions, practically the DJ is who moves all the pieces in the game. Each person in the game has to create her or his own character. This character has a specific characteristics or abilities that make it singular. In vampire there are several kind of clans, each clan has different skills or powers. Any way it is a fun game, and what I like the most about this kind of games is that let your imagination flows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105635788639112870?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105635788639112870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105635788639112870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105635788639112870' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105604918249463356</id><published>2003-06-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T01:25:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that I would like to do if I am invisible, are to have access of all kind of information, that means to be in places that are restricted like, the government, the NASA, the Vatican, etc. I would like to have fun too. So I would travel and enter to all estrange and extravagant places that I want. Also I would go to Six Flags CA, without pay and without long lines, I would ride the hardest roller coaster all the times that I want. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105604918249463356?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604918249463356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604918249463356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604918249463356' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105604912717676923</id><published>2003-06-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T01:09:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is something that it really bugs me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that it really bugs me is to feel insecurity in my own country. I am from Mexico City, and unfortunately we have this problem. Mexico City as one of the biggest cities in the world is unbeatable insecure. The violence, the robberies and the kidnappings are some of the common problems. The corruption in the police system is not helpful at all. I guess is something that we learn to live with, but I hope some day I would change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105604912717676923?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604912717676923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604912717676923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604912717676923' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105604906599331590</id><published>2003-06-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T01:07:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would happen if I could fly whenever I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fly whenever I want, I would go to every place that I want to visit like Mexico, Egypt, Greece, Argentina, Chile, Australia, Japon, Brazil, etc. I would use it as transportation in the city. In this way I would avoid all the traffic and the pollution in the big cities, and I could be with the people that I love no matter how far are from me I would be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105604906599331590?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604906599331590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105604906599331590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604906599331590' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105587691959085695</id><published>2003-06-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T01:06:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book is Blindness writing by Jose Saramago. This story took place in an unnamed city with unnamed characters that are inevitable infected for a “white blindness”. In this epidemic crisis Saramago presents a singular point of view that could be a little cruel in the beginning, but definitely it shows a reality. It also shows the duality of this modern society, and how fragile we are. The way that Saramago wrote this book is fascinating. So don’t miss a chance to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105587691959085695?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105587691959085695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105587691959085695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105587691959085695' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105580237175872860</id><published>2003-06-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T12:09:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A place I would like to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place that I would like to go is the Serengeti National Park. This place is in Tanzania, Africa. The Serengeti ecosystem is one of the oldest on earth. The wildlife, the vegetation and the environment make it a paradise for lovers of nature. I would like to go as a personal goal. I had always wanted to be there and see the beauty of nature with my own eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105580237175872860?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105580237175872860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105580237175872860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105580237175872860' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105578519531107578</id><published>2003-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:52:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> The best advise I ever received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After I had finished high school in Mexico City, I didn’t now what kind of Bachelors degree I wanted to take. So I searched information about all sort of degrees, and I had finally found industrial design. A good friend of mine came to my house and told me everything I wanted to know about industrial design, he encourages me to take this degree, and I finally did it. I’m very grateful with him, because industrial design is one of my passions now. So thanks a lot Yeisuam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105578519531107578?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105578519531107578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105578519531107578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105578519531107578' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105578513655188827</id><published>2003-06-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:48:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> What is my favorite song and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a lot of songs that are my favorites, but If have to choose one it could be "sin miedo" by Rosana. She is a Spanish singer, and this song is on the record "Lunas rotas". What I like about this song is the lyrics, and the music. In this song she is talking about we should live fearless because we can reach every goal, and every thing could be easier in this way. We have to enjoy life and live with intensity each moment. Finally, the music has a contagious combination between guitar and drums in the rhythm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105578513655188827?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105578513655188827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105578513655188827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105578513655188827' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105544334556401288</id><published>2003-06-12T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:54:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is my most indispensable possession and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My most indispensable possession is my contact lenses. I began to use glasses at the age of 9, and all this time I still using them. They are necessary in my daily life, because without them is very hard to see for me. When I began to use contact lenses, I was a teenager, and I had a few problems to get used to them. For example, someday I was climbing and the wind in the top of the rock was hard, and removes one of my lenses. So I had to get down and put it again. For my friends and I  was a very funny experience. Now, I don’t even feel my contact lenses, but they are very important for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105544334556401288?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105544334556401288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105544334556401288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105544334556401288' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105518461463846706</id><published>2003-06-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:46:19.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is one difficulty I'm facing while coming to school at SMCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difficulty that I’m facing while coming to school at SMCC is my schedule.  Now, I’m taking two classes this summer one is 061 for writing and ESL031 for listening and speaking. I have writing class in the morning and the other one at 6:00 pm. I would like to do other different activities besides English, but this schedule is a little bit complicated, and the problem is I don’t organize my time. For example, I like to do some exercise in the mornings, but I don’t have time because I get up at 9:00 am and I have my first class at 10:00 o’clock. Obviously, the solution is that I should get up earlier. I just have to organize  better my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105518461463846706?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105518461463846706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105518461463846706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105518461463846706' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105513392418820715</id><published>2003-06-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:48:03.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A place where I would like to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites places to stay is the Rivera Maya. It's a wonderful place, almost magic, I'd spent a whole summer there and I really enjoy it. There you can find whatever you like to do, there are big hotels and also places for camping. And the beaches are great, I prefer Playa del Carmen rather to Cancun, because it's more bohemian. You can also visit mayan ruins like Tulum, which is beautiful, located next to the beach. Or dive in the cenotes, which are natural holes in the jungle filled with clear water. And the people is really kind, they make you feel like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105513392418820715?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105513392418820715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105513392418820715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105513392418820715' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105512706071272467</id><published>2003-06-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:49:04.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I noticed about myself today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I notice about myself today is that I miss mexican food. Especially, all the things that I can’t find here. Although, we have a super market and mexican food restaurants in Phoenix, is not the same thing. I think this happens because you can’t find the same ingredients and also because the way of cooking is different. These things happen to all foreigners, I mean italian food doesn’t taste the same as it would taste in Italy. Fortunately I can find some, kind of, mexican food that it calms my hunger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105512706071272467?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105512706071272467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105512706071272467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105512706071272467' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105512532286007554</id><published>2003-06-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:49:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I noticed about myself today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I noticed about myself today is that I started  to be a little anxious from a couple of weeks ago. The consequence for my anxious is that I start eating. The reason for all this is so obvious, that I couldn’t realize it. The problem was that I stop making excersise, in this way, all the energy that I used to invert workingout, now I focus it in food. So the only way to resolve this, is to return to my daily exercise routine. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105512532286007554?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105512532286007554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105512532286007554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105512532286007554' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105468430044847956</id><published>2003-06-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:55:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>              My Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can't talk about a special hero, because I don't really have one. If there's something that I can talk about is people that I admire, for example Karim Rashid, an industrial designer that stands for a futurism tendency; Hector Esrawe, a Mexican designer, that propose new concepts  of furniture in Mexico;Santiago Calatrava, a spanish architect considerate as an artist because he also paints and make sculptures for each design, what I admire is that everything he does it's based in nature, that is how he accomplished those impressive structures. So there isn't a hero, but there is a lot of people which I can learn from. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105468430044847956?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105468430044847956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105468430044847956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105468430044847956' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450163.post-105466952757534174</id><published>2003-06-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:51:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I do when I'm bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I like to read a good book when I am bored. I like novels or science fiction books. In this way I can imagine other places or different situations. I had read books like "The Gospel according to Jesus Christ" by Saramago and I enjoy it because it's a different perspective about the theme, and I love the way he writes, I've also read from him "The Cave" and "Blindness", great books that contains several thoughts about society problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Also, I like to buy  design magazines, because in this way I can be informed about Industrial Design around the world, which is one of the topics that really interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450163-105466952757534174?l=smc-judith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105466952757534174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450163/posts/default/105466952757534174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smc-judith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105466952757534174' title=''/><author><name>Judith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790471062303369754</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></entry></feed>
