<?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-15928173</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:31.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fadihafez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113095065859458546</id><published>2005-11-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:57:38.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #31</title><content type='html'>English 061, a fun class, but I just hope this is the last journal for the year, it seems that I’ve been very busy lately, I’ve got a new job and I have a full time schedule here at smcc. But I think my life is going pretty well, but in some cases imp not satisfied with my grade, I was aiming for an A, but all this work and homework it seems very hard, and confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113095065859458546?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113095065859458546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113095065859458546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-31.html' title='journal #31'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113095022823336713</id><published>2005-11-02T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:50:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #30</title><content type='html'>How do I write an essay, it’s almost based on how I’ve learned it in high school, start with some pre-writing, then go on and do an outline, and after start with a rough draft. But after time it seems that the style changes and changes, even through teachers sometimes they have a different way of teaching how to write a paper, but in the end it all comes down to the basic terms, and mostly it is the work you put toward the paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113095022823336713?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113095022823336713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113095022823336713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-30.html' title='journal #30'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113094988004635843</id><published>2005-11-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:44:40.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #29</title><content type='html'>The best commercial I’ve ever seen is the cola NASCAR of 2004, it was based on how a little kid ran in too a race in the middle of a NASCAR race, and all the NASCAR’s crashed in too each other. It was pretty cool because all of the NASCAR’s swerved and crashed to each other and all the money lost to save a life of a boy, it just shows how much a human life is worth, but we still go to war and kill human lives for money, oil, etc…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113094988004635843?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113094988004635843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113094988004635843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-29.html' title='journal #29'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113094948835440942</id><published>2005-11-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:38:08.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #28</title><content type='html'>The one thing I hate using technology in this class, is the help from an instructor. It seems that when it’s not in the computer it was easier, because all you had to do is go up to an instructor and ask for help, but as time goes bye, it seems everything is becoming easier. I just hope there will be a new kind of technology that will make everything about technology allot easier, then more people can get used to going online and asking a question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113094948835440942?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113094948835440942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113094948835440942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-28.html' title='journal #28'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113034591261909313</id><published>2005-10-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:58:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #27</title><content type='html'>the most technological piece I use all the time and I love, is my computer, its something I use all the time, I’m very pick about it, I like to customized my computer to find my need. I like to play games all the time on my pc, but one thing I like to is to listen to music, and search the internet, it may seem boring but its pretty cool, because you'll be listen to your favorite sonic and read the news at MTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113034591261909313?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113034591261909313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113034591261909313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-27.html' title='journal #27'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-113034535027058186</id><published>2005-10-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:49:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #26</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day, I had a big presentation for my human communication class, I presented very well and I rated my self with and ten out of ten. the thing that bothered me is that traffic in the morning, it was very busy and slow, that it took me more than an hour to get to school, long drive, but I think I may have found a shortcut, and it should save me like fifteen minutes, more sleep will help, and I also buy some nice cloth for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-113034535027058186?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113034535027058186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/113034535027058186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-26.html' title='journal #26'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112956747043326199</id><published>2005-10-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:44:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #25</title><content type='html'>this journal will be the last of my offering to this class, it seems that I’ve learned much more than I could ever thought, the knowledge I’ve learned here will seem helpful in the future in persuading my career. I think it was a great idea for taking this class; it seems that I’ve learned about fragments, verbs, and mostly how to write a paper. I’d never thought that a paper could be very easy to write with the steps Ms.Cooper thought me; this will definitely help me in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112956747043326199?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956747043326199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956747043326199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-25.html' title='journal #25'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112956713174282872</id><published>2005-10-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:38:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #24</title><content type='html'>if I was watching a movie and someone cut in front of me, then I will get mad, because line is for patience, and if someone attacks my patience, then I will ask him to get back in line and this is not elementary school, follow the line in the back, and if he decides to not. then I will give a fight he will need, the respect is something that my dad thought me, I always had respect for any body I knew or didn't, it seemed to me that if you don’t know the person, then don't hate them, respect them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112956713174282872?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956713174282872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956713174282872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-24.html' title='journal #24'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112956679688159638</id><published>2005-10-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:33:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #23</title><content type='html'>If I had to buy ice cream and I forgot to bring money, then it will be a problem, because in my childhood I’ve never had any happiness with ice cream, to it always gave me a brain freeze, and always had a too sugary taste. but if I bought one and forgot to bring money, then ill ask to pay later and if they decide that I must pay now, then ill look in my car for change, and if I cant find anything, then ill be washing dishes pretty soon, but I’ve always had a hidden money in my wallet for emergencies, and ill tend to use that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112956679688159638?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956679688159638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956679688159638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-23.html' title='journal #23'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112956650031675104</id><published>2005-10-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:28:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #22</title><content type='html'>in my life I’ve been discriminated many times throughout my childhood, it seem to me that people sometimes had no feeling or morality, i thought that as i get older things should get better, but it was an complete opposite. September, 11 1999, a horrible day, and even more horrible for me, its said that the men that caused it were Saudi Arabians men, my type of people, I had a bad felling about going to school. And as I went friends and school students were making fun of me, and calling me names such as terrorists, and joking around. But inside it really hurt, it wasn't something you want to make a joke out of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112956650031675104?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956650031675104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112956650031675104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-22.html' title='Journal #22'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112896318236671471</id><published>2005-10-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:53:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21</title><content type='html'>if i woke up in a different country and no one could understand me, i would probley go alittle crazy, because people would be like this guy is weird, and i would be go crazy, ill try to make up another language and try to tell the world were im from, also explain how i got here, and try to draw and art paper to explain, and if dont understand it still, then ill get a book of language and try ro explain in there words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112896318236671471?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112896318236671471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112896318236671471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21.html' title='Journal #21'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112852944623295395</id><published>2005-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:24:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20</title><content type='html'>in my past memories of people and things I’ve done, it seems that its all coming back to life with a new way, I truly think that people are habit, and we all like to do whatever everybody does whether its watching a movie, driving playing a game. its all similarities between us and society, if all society became gay, then everybody view of being cool is to join them, whether its bad or not, it will be followed by people, and example is teenager and their drug habit, in movies drugs are on of most seen to be good for a character, teenager tend to take that as a new habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112852944623295395?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112852944623295395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112852944623295395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20.html' title='Journal #20'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112835738532330761</id><published>2005-10-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:36:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I saw a little bug on my salad, I would consider to remake another salad, because this one is infected, I would throw away the salad, because bugs are not a clean type of specie, they are very unpredictable at what they do and where they do it, if it was at a restaurant I would never eat there again, and warn all my friends and family members to never eat there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112835738532330761?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112835738532330761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112835738532330761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-19.html' title='Journal #19'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112792527586385662</id><published>2005-09-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:34:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could give a gift to someone and what would it be, I would say a medicine for my dad and mom, the reason why is because my mom and dad are very important people in my life, and I want them to life a painless life, they worked so hard to bring me to this world and they treated me with the best they could, and I want to give them something in return, the pain they went through for me is amazing, and i want to give thwm something in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112792527586385662?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112792527586385662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112792527586385662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-18.html' title='journal #18'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112787868422531710</id><published>2005-09-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:38:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if animals were able to talk, i would ask them alot of questions, and treat them like there human, and probley be very careiful with them, their important in the world, we all have pets, pets are living things and should be treated with equal rights. everyone should have a right somehow or someway, i think it would be great for society if animals could talk, i think everyhuman would have a animal next to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112787868422531710?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787868422531710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787868422531710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17.html' title='journal #17'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112787843174842870</id><published>2005-09-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:33:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if there was no television i would probley go crazy, its an important habit in my life, i watch news all the time, and sports, its something i need to have to see how my people are doing. i would suggest that its probley a good thing for television to dissapear, because then people will start doing some excersing in america, and everybody will be in better shape, it would be better for society, and better for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112787843174842870?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787843174842870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787843174842870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-16.html' title='journal #16'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112787815987010320</id><published>2005-09-27T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:29:19.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was good day, i went to work for quiet a while, i worked for almost eight hours, because i need money, i have alot of bill behind, i also have to go hang out with my firends, if i dont have money then i cant go watch a movie or something, i like to go clubbin with my friends, and also go to downtown phoenix to chill with my homeboys, and last i had to do so much homework for my english class, its so confusing in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112787815987010320?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787815987010320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787815987010320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15.html' title='journal #15'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112787794461516188</id><published>2005-09-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:25:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if i could became invisible whenever i want to, it will be a dream come true, it would be a power that i would try to use as much as apossible. first of all i would use it to help the world, then it will be to my concern, my personal habits will come up next, i would scare my friends, and scare people for fun, but not take it to a point were its in a bad postion, its something someone should do once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112787794461516188?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787794461516188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112787794461516188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-14.html' title='journal #14'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112775269738817640</id><published>2005-09-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:17.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #13</title><content type='html'>something that realy bugs me would probly be talking onthe phone while driving, and how they never pay attention to the road, and its something that everybody does now, its unbelieveable, sometimes i even do it, but i would consider a law to be made for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112775269738817640?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112775269738817640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112775269738817640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13.html' title='Journal #13'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112714821212133530</id><published>2005-09-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:43:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #12</title><content type='html'>if i could fly anywere, i would used it when im in danger because its something very important, and i would fly to my country to see my friends and family at saudia arabia, and maybe try not to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112714821212133530?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112714821212133530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112714821212133530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12.html' title='Journal #12'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112671582566081594</id><published>2005-09-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:37:05.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 11</title><content type='html'>my faviorate book is Rich Dad Poor Dad, the book is about how a boy had two dads, one rich and one poor, its tells people how to invest and how to became a rich free man, and it was interseting to me, because i want to be an investor and the book explained to me a begging were i could start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112671582566081594?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112671582566081594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112671582566081594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11.html' title='journal # 11'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112654307234980392</id><published>2005-09-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:37:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #10</title><content type='html'>My life consists of many thing that are different from other, I’m a very confident person in the things I pursue my life with, I look at life differently from others, I’m still young so I like to hangout with friends and have fun, I like to go shooting in the fields, and hunting to me is a very fun sport. My car is not being so will lately, I think something is wrong with the engine, I hope that I can get it fix pretty soon. A cool thing is today will be my first day at my math class, i think it wil be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112654307234980392?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112654307234980392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112654307234980392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10.html' title='Journal #10'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112607790277223473</id><published>2005-09-08T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:30:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #9</title><content type='html'>The best advice I receive was “learn from your mistakes”, the reason is because a human makes mistake everywhere, to think a human will be perfect, that will never happen, just to know mistakes happen all over your life, from when you’re a little boy, to you’re an older man trying to find a dream women, but knowing what mistake you did will help me by not making the same mistake again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112607790277223473?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607790277223473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607790277223473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-9.html' title='Journal #9'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112607787854389189</id><published>2005-09-08T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:24:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #8</title><content type='html'>My favorite song would properly be “Kanye West- Jesus Walks”, the reason is because it’s a song that means something to me, the song is based on a stories and thing people do In their life, whether its drugs, criminal acts, religious believes. And to me it give me a push forward in life, its help me through all the negative things people do and I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112607787854389189?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607787854389189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607787854389189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-8.html' title='journal #8'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112607733880761411</id><published>2005-09-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:15:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #7</title><content type='html'>My most indispensable possession would properly be my wonderful car, its something that I spend lots of time and money on, and put effort to make my personal style fit my car, and considering that I bought the car with my own money, I worked hard to earn the money I'm happy with what I accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112607733880761411?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607733880761411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112607733880761411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-7.html' title='Journal #7'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112550960563252206</id><published>2005-08-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:33:25.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #6</title><content type='html'>the one difficulty i faced while coming to school at SMCC, was traffic it was very bad, and it took me more that half of hour to get to school, and i had to speed so i wont miss my first class, i hope tommorw will be a better day, and traffic I'm assuming that it will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112550960563252206?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550960563252206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550960563252206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-6.html' title='journal #6'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112550938298179535</id><published>2005-08-31T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:29:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #5</title><content type='html'>i noticed today that i feel alot better, and my dentist appointment didn't turn out as bad as i thought, there was no payne at the dentist he was very careiful, he's the best dentist i've ever had, he seems to be a good person, and i think he's gunna be my new dentist, and traffic is been bad lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112550938298179535?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550938298179535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550938298179535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-5.html' title='journal #5'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112550921983040414</id><published>2005-08-31T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:27:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4</title><content type='html'>i noticed that i wasnt feeling too good, and i took some medacine to feel better, i hope that tommorw i feel better, because my tooth realy hurts and i have a dentist appointment tommorw, and i dont know if its gonna go well or not, my teacher gave us alot of homework to do, and i got confused on when there were do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112550921983040414?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550921983040414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112550921983040414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-4.html' title='Journal #4'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112533632537922750</id><published>2005-08-29T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:25:25.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 3</title><content type='html'>I rarely have an attraction of bored ness, to me there is no such thing as “as am bored”, I think its all upon what you do and how you do it, is what makes something boring. I like to have fun and I’m enthusiastic when it comes to things I like to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112533632537922750?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533632537922750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533632537922750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-3.html' title='journal # 3'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112533629449788510</id><published>2005-08-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:24:54.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 2</title><content type='html'>My hero throughout my knowledge is god; it concerns my background as being from Saudi Arabia. I was born as a Muslim and raised that way. To me god is a person who will always be there for you, and there to help you out. In my prospective I look at god as my hero for a reason, and not to be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112533629449788510?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533629449788510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533629449788510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2.html' title='journal # 2'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928173.post-112533625702028368</id><published>2005-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:26:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 1</title><content type='html'>My Name is Fadi Hafez, I was born in Saudi Arabia, I’m seventeen years old, I’m a full time student at SMCC, and I graduated from desert vista high school. My hobbies are cars, music, and sports, also long walks on the beach with a beautiful girl next to me, I like to know everybody in class, I think this experience will be a good experience, my teacher is been running around trying to help everybody, but it seems impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928173-112533625702028368?l=fadpa60661.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533625702028368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928173/posts/default/112533625702028368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadpa60661.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1_29.html' title='journal # 1'/><author><name>fadihafez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12656316809394502214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307824_6c9839d578.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
