<?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-7856089929358395530</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:27:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin America</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latinamericahojung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7856089929358395530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinamericahojung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hojung Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00254775067379155703</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856089929358395530.post-1346590920308888516</id><published>2007-09-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:38:11.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Latin America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My mother has decided to go to Brazil for the summer! I stayed up all of last night packing. I'm so excited! My mother &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; takes me anywhere except for Korea, which I've already seen a million times. At least I'll be able to see somewhere else for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 1: On the airplane&lt;/div&gt;I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that we have to go to Brazil by airplane! I'm scared of heights and the air pressure always makes me throw up. Ooh. What's this? There's a screen in front of my seat. I wonder what it does. Aah, here's a remote control. Let's see... Hey! Video games! I think I'm going to like riding on airplanes, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Day 2: Arriving in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've arriving into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; International Airport, one of the main airports in Brazil. But, our journey's not over yet. We still have to travel by train to the capital of Brazil, Brasilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3: Brasilia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ired.com/pix/news/mkt/brasilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://www.ired.com/pix/news/mkt/brasilia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes!! We've arrived in Brasilia! Boy am I excited. I was waiting all my life to see South America and now here it is!! Boy am I hungry.... I didn't get anything to eat on the train for 6 hours. In all, I haven't eaten for half a day.... Where's food when you need it. *sniff* What's that smell? I smell chicken. Oh, my Mom brought some chicken! I love chicken! Thanks Mom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Change of Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;This is so stupid! Right when I really started enjoying Brazil, my Mom has to change her mind. Now we have to go to a stupid mountain called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Macchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Picchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even know anything about this place. Why is my Mom making me go to such a stupid place, when I could be Brasilia, with all it's beautiful glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Macchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Picchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;*Sigh* Here we are on the airplane and I only got to stay there for a day and a half. At least it's not Korea. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Day 6: Crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wuzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up? Huh? Why are we in the middle of an ocean? Has our airplane crashed? I'm probably just dreaming. I guess if I pinch myself, I'll wake up. *PINCH* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Augh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I'm bleeding!!! But I'm still stranded in the middle of an ocean. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AAAAUUUUGGGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;                                                                         Day 7: Stranded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;It's been a whole day since I've been stranded out here. I wonder how I'm going to be able to swim back to the shore... Wait! Maybe I can! There has to be a life boat somewhere on the airplane for a situation like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;                                                                         Day 8: It's Kean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;I found the life boat and I "boated" myself back to shore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ooooooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I just found a huge hole. There's someone on the other side of it. It's Kean! Hi Kean! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Woops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I just pushed him into the hole! I'd better go after him. I'm falling into the hole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;                                                                Day 9: Heaven...... or Hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Kean's unconscious. We both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;I think that this blog helps me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; my ability to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;synthesize&lt;/span&gt; because I always try to either put deep thoughts into my blog or think deeply about things to put in my blog.  We should keep on doing this blog exercise until the end of the year.  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