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our field trip

Last Friday I went to the “Art Institute of Chicago” with my teacher and classmates on our field trip. It was very great trip, but we were all tire for walking around in the huge museum. It was my second trip there. When we were there, we had to choose three of pictures there that best for us. The pictures what I chose was:
1. Paris street rainy day.
2. Fisherman’s cottage.
3. A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.

I am going to tell you about this picture. The “Paris street rainy day” was created by Gustave caillebotte. Caillebotte was a lawyer, but after receiving a large inheritance, he decided to pursue painting and horticulture. He finished this picture in1877 and the “Art Institute of Chicago” bought it in 1964 for an undisclosed price. I like this picture because it was about antique time and I need to know more about the past time. This picture is really cool; if you scan at it slowly you will see many different things that might interest you. We could clearly compare the differences between that time from now. The streets were made up of cobble stone and it looks hard to walk a bit, but they used transport with horses. They all used umbrellas because it was raining on that day. On the sidewalk the woman was wearing a long dress and the man was wearing a long coat and top hat. This picture is colorful picture. It interests me of the building are painted with gold color. The sky is very clear. The location, which still exists today, is north of the Saint-Lazare train station. I hope someday I’ll be there.

The “Fisherman’s cottage” was created by Edvard Munch. Edvard Munch was born in 1863 in a rustic farmhouse in the village of Adalsbruk in Loten. The Fisherman’s cottage is so tough to describe what it likes, because its color is only black and white blue. This picture is so dark because it is at night. About this picture there was only white fisherman’s cottage on the shore. It looks boring when you look at it, but the place is full of the nature. The fisherman’s cottage is surrounding by the black tall trees. The sky looks very clear and blue. I am feeling alone when I looked at this picture. What I like about this picture is, in summer we could to the place where near by the river on our vacations and fish there, build some tents, swimming, and playing with the canoes.

A Sunday Afternoon on the island of La Grande Jatte was drawn by “Georges Seurat”. It was painted and finished in (1884-1886). Georges Seurat was born in 1857 into a wealthy family in Paris. He was a French painter and draftsman. His most famous painting was “A Sunday Afternoon on the island of La Grande Jatte”. This picture is very fashionable, but it is a dreamlike picture. This picture doesn’t look very clearly, but it is colorful picture and pretty bright. It seems summer, because the sun is shining. Everyone loved to be on the surface of island with their pets and hang out with friends. Some people were there for swimming, some people were playing and having picnic. What I like about this picture is, the picture is very stylish. The weather is really good, so I can play there. I can also play guitar under the tree and singing with friends.

I chose these pictures, because the next stage I will have the art class, so I can be prepared for painting and creating the things that we are going to learn in the next stage. These pictures are really significant and by seeing them I am feeling like I understand how to be and artist. I hope these pictures will help me more than I thought.

New superstar Ping-Pong player.

When I lived in a refugee camp, I was still in the seventh grade. I was only 13 years old in 2007. We played sports like Soccer and Chinlone. We loved them and played everyday after school. In 2007 someone donated Ping-Pong tables to all of the schools in the refugee camp. I had never seen Ping-Pong before. Some of my friends commenced to play Ping-Pong and they were good at it. I did not play it, because it looked boring and not very exciting.

A few weeks after I went to school, my friends were still talking about Ping-Pong. They all liked it. I thought to myself “how could you forget rice when you eat pizza”. What I mean is that most of friends played Ping-Pong all the time and I did not have any friends to play other sports with.

I never thought I would play Ping-Pong but, one day when I got to the gym my friends were playing and, they asked me to join with them. Actually they forced me to play. I said yes, “I’ll play”, but I was nervous to play. First I made some mistakes by touching the table with my hand and I hit the table with the bat. I kept making mistakes, but my friends encouraged me to keep playing. After playing for awhile I started to feel more comfortable, because I was getting better. At that point my friends did not have to tell me to play with them anymore. I prepared to and practice more everyday. I wasted most of my time to playing Ping-Pong. In a short time I was getting better and better by playing a lot more than other friends.

In 2008 I was 14 years old and in eighth grade. Each year we had sports competitions in our school, and that year we also had Ping-Pong competition. We all enjoyed playing the game and there were 8 players in the competition including me. We started our matches and I won the first three games. In the end I won the final game and became the first Ping-Pong champion at my school.

I moved to the United States a year ago and I have not seen Ping-Pong table since. But I still like it and always love to play it. I have not played it, since I first got here. If my friends had not forced me to play Ping -Pong, I never would have known what a great game it is and I never would have become a great Ping-Pong player.

When I lived in a refugee camp, I was still in seventh grade. I was only 13 years old in 2007. We played sports like Soccer and Chinlone. We loved them and played everyday after school. In 2007 someone donated Ping pong tables to all of schools in the refugee camp. I had never seen a Ping pong before. Some of my friends commenced to play Ping Pong and they were good at it. I did not play it, because it looked boring and not very exciting.
A few weeks after I went to school, my friends were still talking about Ping pong. They all liked it. I thought to myself “how could you forget rice when you eat pizza”. What I mean is that most of friends played Ping pong all the time and I did not have any friend to play with me in other sports.
I never thought I would play Ping pong but, one day when I got to the gym my friends were playing and, they asked me to join with them. Actually they forced me to play. I said yes. I’ll play. I was nervous to play.
First I made some mistakes by touching the table with my hand and hit the table with the bat. These are the faults that I first made, but my friends encouraged me to keep playing. After playing that I felt comfortable, because I was getting better. At that time my friends did not have to tell me to play with them, I prepared to and practice more everyday. I wasted most of my time to play Ping pong. In short time I was getting better and better by playing a lot more than other friends.
In 2008 I was 14 years old in eighth grade before I came to United States. Each year we competitions of sports in our school, but in that year we also had Ping pong competition too. We all enjoyed for having a game and there were 8 players in our game included me. We started our matches and first I won the three players. Lastly I won the final game became the first Ping pong winner in my school.
When I got in United States I have not seen Ping pong in my school, but I still like it and always love to play it. I have not played it, since I first got here. If my friends did not force me to play Ping pong, I’ll never be attracted with ping pong and I could never be a ping pong player.

story

In 1809 Thadu was born in the east of Burma in a little village called Kuthaw. His parents were farmers and grew rice, corn and some plants for their family. That was their careers but ti was tough work. They always did that and went to city and sold their crops to others every week. Thadu's family was quite poor. He started to go school when he was 7 years old. His parents did not have enough money to pay the tuition for school so he had to work and help his parents with the chores in the house.

Sometimes he went to to farm and worked with his parents. One day when he came home from school at noon and was head into his house, heard his mother crying. there was other relatives as well. Then he saw his father was laying down beside his mother.At that time Thadu knew that his father had passed away. Thadu was very sad to face the great tragedy that had happened to his family. Four years after his father's death in 1824 he turned 17. He was a good looking guy and strong. At that time he quit school for three years and started work with his mom.

In 1826 Japanese troops invaded Burma and ruled many places included his village. The were always ruled them, took, food, and the things from village. Everyday they killed people in village and raped the women as they wanted. They were headed to destroy the village. What shuold we do"thadu said"to his mom. Thadu was young adult and did not want to face the evil anymore. At night in a quiet time he asked his mom to move to another village. They prepared for the moving and moved to another village. After living in Puye village a mouth they heard the kuthaw village was destroyed and burned with fire by japenesetroops. They knew that a few people could escape. The Puye village leader informed that japenese troops planned t0 come and destroy Puye village and he said we must prepared for the war as we can. The village leader announced that anyone who is age 18 and over must fight for the village except Thadu. Time was up and the japenese troops arrived in the village and surrounded the village. soon the war was started. It lasted from 8:00 am till 1:00 pm. They did not have a strong fighter like Japenese troops and later they all had to retreat , and tried to flee away but the troops caught. In this picture you will see Thdu was standing and raising his hands....guess what would happend next..?

my narrative

When i lived in a camp in 2005 we had receive new sport in our school

successful week

This week is the successful week. I've ever heard of it before. this is the great thing in your life to be successful person. we still have goals that might not success yet in some of us, but some of us would have a few goals that has successed to us. when we were young we had many goals and thought the goals are the easiest thing like you score the goals during the game. achieving your goals is your theme. when I've heard people discussed and planned about their goals, then i stayed really quiet and just listened to them because i don't have any goal, but when i lived in thailand i had many goals included to became a doctor. suddenly my goals have flown away during my living in this country even i can't control them.
no reason but i'm still loser now. let's see how could M.r htoo eh taw do better in the future..

#Is it good to still have the goal of your childwood when you were adult?
#who could help you to be a successful person?
#who might influence you the most before you were successful person?

Black mouth

we are in new mouth February 2010 and this is really important for African American people because this mouth is black mouth.last week we've read about the speech and watch about the video of DR.martin Luther king.we learned about....the equal rights and freedom in the great history in American nation, and then i learn allot of words there that i am not familiar with....like
#emancipation=liberation
#segregation =Separation,Isolation
#appalling =awful,terrible
#languishing =


This is the speech of dr. martin luther king jr

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!³

my visit in edgewater historical society museum

I’m proud and happy to visit many palaces but I haven’t visited many places .The first only city i've visited was Omaha.it's a nice city but i'm not gonna talk about it.last week we've heard about the trip in museum and we discussed that with M.R mead and he has planed to go there with his ELL students on Monday, but it could not happened.on Monday Again he said that trip will be on Thursday then we were all so Happy.that museum is called "edge water historical society museum". it’s located in Chicago "5358 N. Ashland Ave".it is not to far from my school,it's a few blocks from my school and it took about 10 minutes to get there. before we went there M.R mead has told us to bring a pen or a pencil and at least one note book with us to write things that makes us intersting or the words that we don't know. when we got there we listened to .....................................after 10 minutes we watched the video about the edge water neighborhood.it told us much about this neighborhood and we knew more about an ancient time of this neighborhood very well now.The building was quite old and it did not have many stuffs in there.the things that made me interest was only the seat of the car because it seemed seat like i used to sat in my country.it made out by bamboo and wood, it look pretty old but i think you could still use it.

#what I've learned in this trip was "in 1885 edge water wasn't in Chicago but 4years later it was connected with Chicago".
#the new word that I've learned in this trip was:depict=to show
: renovate=to make new from old
:demolish=to tear down
#The most interesting in my visit was:the seat of car that made out with wood and bamboo.
#It was good experience because this is my second time of visiting the museum and i knew more....................it was also good for history because I'm taking history now in my school.
#

my flag

This is my karen flag.it's pretty and describes all about me.if you want to see me,first check this flag is better.

my Karen national flag has deep meaning to Karen people, because it has been a rallying point during their decades long armed struggle against the Burmese military. Many in the audience wore clothing displaying the vivid colors Karen traditional dress has become famous for. But, nine year old Saw Zin Min beamed with pride as his mother helped him wrap his head in a scarf with red, white and blue stripes- the predominant colors in the Karen flag.

“I want to wear it because it’s Karen new year. All Karen people respect their flag,” he said.The young boy’s sentiment was echoed by Master of Ceremonies, Mahn Shwe Hnin, Headmaster of CDC School, in Mae Sot. “You have to love your flag and be proud of it,” he said. “If not, maybe one day Karen people will disappear from the world.” Karen people are proud of the fact that their flag is widely recognized. Dr. Tee Than Pyar founded The Karen National Association in 1881, becoming its first chairman. Afterwards, Dr. Tee Than Pyar, Sayar San Baw from Thararwaddy served as a chairman between 1930 and 1940. During this period, he and other Karen leaders petitioned parliament for the creation of a Karen flag and national anthem. That request was not ignored. It was discussed in parliament and voted upon in 1935. The public was invited to participate in a competition to design the new flag.

More than one hundred designs were received. Eventually, three were selected for consideration. Among the three designs selected, Mann Ba Khin, (BA), won the first prize. He was also a writer in the Karen organization. In his flag design, there was a frog drum (called that because it is covered with frog skin). He said ancient Karen people used the frog drum during war and venerated it. Karen people believed that it's a living thing. The second winner, Sayar Moe from Taung Oo incorporated a rising sun symbol. He noted the rising sun gave the bright light to all Karen people in the world; and sunlight could erase fear. For instance, if a person in a particular family was sick, other family members were worried, being fearful at night especially. When the daylight came, it could erase the fear. As well, sunlight gives life to all living things. All human beings need sunlight and doctors have even cured patients by exposing them to sunlight, as a medical treatment.

The third winner, Dr. Ba Saw Dwe incorporated the image of a white elephant image in the Karen flag. There was an elephant image on the frog drum. According to his definition, the white elephant is a precious treasure. Mann Ba Khin, the secretary of the Karen National Association, led a group to incorporate all three elements into the final design, which he sent to the Karen National Association. In the final design, the color red was used to speak of heroism and perseverance, white for purity and clarity and blue for honesty and peace.

Nine rays of light streaming from the rising sun indicated the nine regions from which the Karen people traced their origins. The frog drum symbolizes unity in traditional Karen culture. In 1936, Karen army leaders added two Dohs (rounded seeds) under the frog drum in the Karen flag. Before Burma gained independence in 1937, Karen people held a Karen New Year celebration in Rangoon. At the celebration, the Karen flag was successfully hoisted in the flag pole and Karen people bowed to it in unity. When the Karen armed revolution occurred on January 31, 1949, some people from the AFPLF government argued the Karen national flag was the flag of the rebels. After that, the government did not allow the flag to be used. However, some Karen leaders, who would not join the armed revolution, named Sayar Thar Hto and Sayar James Htun Aung and Saw Bel Lay bravely used the Karen National flag during Karen New Year celebrations in Rangoon. In the different regions of Burma where Karen live, and even abroad, Buddhist and Christian Karen people have used the Karen national flag during Wrist Tying ceremonies, cultural ceremonies, public meetings and especially during Karen New Year.

“I’m very happy and proud to be Karen,” even i don't have my own land and my own country.

from htoopuie ghay.

last week we just looked at some pictures and created the story of the image and of my story that i want to share with you now is "the image of war".the picture liked pretty bad and it is the tragedy story...this story is about the "thadu"...

in 1809 thadu was born in east of Burma in a little village called kuthaw. his parents were farmers and grew rice, corn and some plants for their family. that was their careers but it was tough work.they always did that and went to city and sold their crops to others every week. thadu's family was quite poor. he started to go to school when he was 7-year. his parents did not have enough money to pay the tuition for the school so he had to work and help his parents with the chores in the house, sometimes went to farm and worked with his parents. one day when he came from the school at noon he was headed into his house, he heard his mother was crying and some relatives in the house then he got into the house and saw his father was laying down beside his mother. at that time thadu knew that his father was passed away. thadu t was very sad to face the great tragedy happened to his family. 4-year after his fathead's death in 1824 he turned 17. he was a good looking guy and strong. at that time he quit school for 3-year and started work with his mom now. in 1826 Japanese troops invaded Burma ruled many places included his village. the troops were always ruled them, took stuff, food , and the things from village. everyday they killed people in village and raped the women as they wanted. they were headed to destroy the village. what to do " thadu said" to his mom. thadu was young adult and did not like to face the evil any more. at night in a quiet time he asked his mom to move to another village , they prepared for the moving and moved to another village. after their living in puye village a mouth they heard the kuthaw village was destroyed and burned with fire by Japanese troops. they knew that a few people could escape. the puye village leader informed that Japanese troops planed to come and destroy puye village and he said we must prepare for the war as we can. village leadrer announced that who is in age 18 and over must fight for the village except thadu. time was up the japanese troops arrived in the village and surround the village. soonly the war started at 8:00 am -1:00 pm. they did not had strong fighter like japanese troops and later they all had to retreat, and tried to flee away but the troops caught them all.in this picture you will see thadu was standing and raising his hands...guess what would happen next.

3,000 Ethnic Karen Refugees at Risk of Deportation from Thailand to burma

3,000 Ethnic Karen Refugees at Risk of Deportation from Thailand to Burma
03 Feb 2010

The Burma Campaign UK today called on the government of Thailand not to go ahead with forcing around 3,000 ethnic Karen refugees back to Burma. The refugees fled into Thailand in June 2009 following a military offensive by the Burmese Army and their allies, the Democratic Karen Buddhist Army (DKBA), in Karen State, Eastern Burma. Latest reports are that so called ‘voluntary’ repatriation will start on February 5th.

Although the Royal Thai Government and local and military representatives have officially stated that they will not force people to return, in practice they are applying significant pressure on the refugees to return.

Until now they have been kept in two temporary camps, Nong Bua, (also called No Bu), and Mae U Su, in Tha Song Yang close to the Thailand-Burma border. Many of these refugees have already been forced to flee their homes four or more times.

The area in Karen State to which the refugees would be made to return to has many landmines. On January 18th a pregnant women who had returned stepped on a landmine and was seriously injured. In addition, the area is now under the control of the DKBA, an organisation which is guilty of committing horrific human rights abuses against civilians, including widespread use of forced labour, executions, torture and mutilations, forced recruitment of soldiers, including child soldiers, theft and extortion, and forced taxation at extremely high levels, making survival very difficult.

The refugees say that they would return if they could, but it is not safe to do so. Only one family out of the 3,000 people has said they wish to return.

“Sending these refugees back to Burma is sending them back to possible death, slave labour or forced recruitment as soldiers,” said Zoya Phan, International Coordinator of Burma Campaign UK. “Over the past 25 years Thailand has earned the respect of the international community by giving shelter to refugees fleeing abuses in Burma. If refugees are now forced to return it will not only be morally unacceptable, it will also damage the reputation of Thailand in the eyes of the world.”

The Burma Campaign UK is also calling on the British and other governments to ask the Royal Thai government to allow them to remain in Thailand.

about me

my name is htoo eh taw.i am from Burma.i came to united states of America in 2008 April 22 and arrived in April 24.The current city that i live in is Chicago.before i came here the first thing that i knew is i'll be in united states but i did not know the state or city that i'll come to.when i got here everything is different from the country that i used to lived. it is the 3th biggest city in the united states and i wanderd when i visited the center of city becaose it full of skyscrapers.i like to live in this city because it is devolop city and good education for my future,i plan to live in this city for 10 years when and my goals are coming true i'll go back to my country and find my career there........
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This will be the tallest building in the world ever. the hight is 818 m. it located in dubia, UAE. it's called "burj dubai". this building is incomplete, probably will be completed .