<?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-6983889305176104348</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:19:28.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome X]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983889305176104348.post-1086388552829440347</id><published>2008-04-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:05:11.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aspirstion</title><content type='html'>I want to be a soccer player because when i was about primary five. It was my first day of school when i moved from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; school to a British international school in Vietnam. Although it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ab it&lt;/span&gt; scared at first and feeling extremely nervous because everyone was new to me and all were from over seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks, I never said a word to anyone unless my teacher asked me something because all the time, I was completely bad at English and could only say some basil thing until one day i met a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; boy who introduce me to play soccer with him i must say we made a really good team. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ab it&lt;/span&gt; to bossy i think, Harry, his nick name is the next few days he told me to play with his weird friends who were not in the same class but they formed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; group and asked me to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to practising more and more soccer in school and of course, on my own also. the soccer weeks come and they divided in houses for us to play for our own house. I was in the Dragon house. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; group was selected to play for the Dragon team. Harry was the team leader of course. He selected the guys for the first match and always change players so that everyone could play. I was midfield; I must say it was a very hard position to play because we must run up for attacking and run down for defending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first match ended and the score was still 0-0, the teacher let us rest for about fifteen minutes, I was lying terribly like a fish which did not have water. Harry came to me slowly and asked.&lt;br /&gt;         "Can you play for the second match at midfield"&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt; and asked him if i could be defender. He shook is head slowly.The second match began and i just rested and watched for about 3/4 of the match. Harry changed a defender with m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; the match ended; guy won 2-1 with goals from our captain and the teamwork. I wish i could practise more to play midfielder for the team as best as i can and i wish to play for the school team if i can. I am really interested in this game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983889305176104348-1086388552829440347?l=binh-binh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/1086388552829440347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983889305176104348&amp;postID=1086388552829440347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1086388552829440347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1086388552829440347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-aspirstion.html' title='My Aspirstion'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983889305176104348.post-9151181743589011218</id><published>2008-02-13T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:22:43.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recordings</title><content type='html'>The link to my recording is &lt;a href="http://www.kantalk.com/Recording/Record/recID/3131"&gt;http://www.kantalk.com/Recording/Record/recID/3131&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983889305176104348-9151181743589011218?l=binh-binh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/9151181743589011218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983889305176104348&amp;postID=9151181743589011218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/9151181743589011218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/9151181743589011218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-recordings.html' title='My Recordings'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983889305176104348.post-1273282817183136394</id><published>2008-02-02T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:55:20.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXfj3s2sW5Y/R6VwYiWFgNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqC0bcwDQ1U/s1600-h/DSC04869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162656114688753874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXfj3s2sW5Y/R6VwYiWFgNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqC0bcwDQ1U/s320/DSC04869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the picture when I was in year five in primary school while i was having science. This is a one of the most exciting experiment i ever have in primary school, you see i was put my hand on the fire and it just hurst a little bit because that fire is called the invisible fire and i unharm when touch it and go out quickly but we will have the black dust on our hand. After that we can boil the blue solid under the tripod stand in a test tube then write down what happen to it. It was a most greatest experiment i ever do in primary school. I miss the teacher and all my science classmates there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I choose this picture because It was my first experiment with the fire and boil something. It was great and fun doing with my best friend to try to put my hand slowly over the flame. Also it was the most wonderful experiment i ever do in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983889305176104348-1273282817183136394?l=binh-binh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/1273282817183136394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983889305176104348&amp;postID=1273282817183136394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1273282817183136394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1273282817183136394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-picture.html' title='My Picture'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXfj3s2sW5Y/R6VwYiWFgNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqC0bcwDQ1U/s72-c/DSC04869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983889305176104348.post-405188581133866285</id><published>2008-01-30T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:18:59.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hi my name is Tran Dang Thanh Binh, that was my full name with both my grandparents surname. Tran is my dad surname and Dang is my mom surname, Binh in vietnamese mean peace but if we put together Thanh Binh means silent. So i think my parents put me the name Thanh Binh to show that my life will be peace with no violent or bad thing happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I like alot of food, most likely is pizza, hamburger, steak and KFC or Japanese food. I like to go to Disney world in America, exploring the mysterious of Pharaoh in Egypt, the wonderful Fuji Mountain of Japan with all those delicious food, look out for UFO or star on the sky, find out the mysterious of the Locnes monster. I hate it when people doing whatever thing that annoyed me or disturbin me when i was busy doing anything, i don't like those creepy thing like ghost and mysterious murder but i would love to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My physical Appearance is normal but if you want to imagine what i look like. I have a short black hair but most of it was sunburn so it turn abit browny, i have a round head with my round glasses on my big nose. My under lips is thicker than the upper one abit, i am thin and abit short for size. I always love to wear any cool long pants and T shirt which have all those cool and funny pictures. My favorite brand shoes is Converse, Van and DC of course its all teen style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The most amazing hobbies i love is soccer because we can run around kick the ball and improve our teamwork, i feel really exciting,wonderful and joyful when i score each and every goals. Some of the other sport that i usualy play with my friend when i am free was bilard, bowling and basketball.Also sometimes i play computer games with my friend also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My buddies said that my strength is helpful, kind, carng and friendly but i think my weakness is i'm not really talking much and also not really join in the class conversation like group working or something like that.I think the personality that i have is kind of  weird, not really talkin much, kind and caring also i don't know the other personality that i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Both of my parents is in Vietnam working, i live here with my aunt and two sister, one is older and one is younger. My aunt came here with us to help us to cook or do any cleaning thing in the house. I miss all of my bestfriend in Vietnam and i hope i can get one here in singapore that i can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want my personality ti be different from others like quiet , my dressing style and also my strength as well cause they make me special and diffrent from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My Kindergarden and primary school is named British international school. The school is big and beatiful with wind blowing everywhere.It was a most greatest school i ever been to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983889305176104348-405188581133866285?l=binh-binh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/405188581133866285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983889305176104348&amp;postID=405188581133866285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/405188581133866285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/405188581133866285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-me.html' title='About me!'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983889305176104348.post-1447977829619485733</id><published>2008-01-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:34:21.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>It was a wonderful Monday when Harry stated his first day on his new school. He was in primary six, with his friend from year five. They rush into the school for the assembly of the new term of the entire primary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quick!!! We are late." William shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their heavy bags with all lots of new books from the start of the new year, sweat coming down from their faces wet a bit of their shirt. From the ground floor to the third, finding the hall, rows and rows of classes lining up outside the hall with whole lots of noise coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silenttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The headmaster of the school screamed.She was American with her short curly blond hair; her round bally face coming with her high nose, lots of tiny pimples covers her cheek near her black square glasses. She's wearing a red T-shirt with a sunflower pattern on it, coming with black jean and colorful sandal on her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to rest while waiting for the headmaster is shouting, my shirt is wet by my sweat, my brand new white shoes was all dirty all over it. My dark blue pant is so long that I can't even see my leg. My hair is just like a bird nest with dust all over it. While I try to fix it, one strange boy lining up behind me and ask whether this is class 6B or not. I shake my head up and down to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks!! So you my new class mate, nice to meeting you." The boy reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He look cool in his uniform and shorter than me just a bit, I try to fix my hair quick to talk to him to know him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Harry, and you are?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Ryan from Australia.” He replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I'll help you with the way in school and where to buy books." I tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at me and look around with his blue eyes. In my mind I was excited to know a new friend! Then my sister came and tickles me with out a reason, she walk away in her happy face with her friend and she look back and see my weird angry face. She walks away quickly then Ryan just laughs while he looks at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I funny?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your face looks funny! hahahahah!" he answered and laughed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the headmaster stop shouting and tell us to come in the hall to listen to the new information for the new year. It was so boring that i can't imagine sitting in the hall for one hours listen to the headmaster shouting again. I look over to Ryan and his face look up to the headmaster like kind of interesting to what the headmaster said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What lesson you like the most in your old school?" I silently asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only love Math, PE and design and technology in this school cause of the teacher." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"English, PE and Music." He told me with his smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we get along in every classes, we have fun together with William, I show him all the way in the school with classes, lab, gym, Art room and workshop. Finally the first day of school is over and we have fun with our new classmate after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983889305176104348-1447977829619485733?l=binh-binh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/feeds/1447977829619485733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983889305176104348&amp;postID=1447977829619485733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1447977829619485733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983889305176104348/posts/default/1447977829619485733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binh-binh.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Binh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13786239603455461288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
