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<title>after graduation</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; after graduation , i came to shenzhen, the city i dreamed of .it said that many competetion here , but if you have good opportunity,you can easily success .&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;shenzhen is real a beautiful city ,especially in futian and luohu district.i rent a house in futian , then found a job in the shenzhen human resource market .by the way , seeking jobs inshenzhen is not easy&#x26;nbsp; , i have wasted more than a month..... the story is not complete , wait pls &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 02:02 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Day after Day</title>
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<description>A teacher was always so involved in the text being studied that he never looked up . He would call on a student for translation and explanation, and-without realizing it-he often chose the same student day after day. Out of respect, the student wouldn&#x27;t point this out to him. 
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;After being called on four days in a row, a student named Goldberg asked advice from his friends. The next day when the teacher said &#x26;quot;Goldberg, translate and explain,&#x26;quot; Goldberg replied, &#x26;quot;Goldberg is absent today .&#x26;quot; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x26;quot;All right,&#x26;quot; said the teacher. &#x26;quot;YOU translate and explain. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 01:29 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Blue</title>
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<description>Just separated with Blue, Blue is a very nice girl, beautiful and gentle. Many friends said that I was a fool to let her go. Even though it was hard, I still had to let her go.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The 1st day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Using her blanket and covering herself tightly, she didn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t get up. Her dorm mates were afraid to go in and comfort her. She didn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t eat anything the whole day, didn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t wash he* **ce or brush her teeth.&#x26;nbsp; At night, I could hear her crying beneath the blanket. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The 2nd day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;She ate today, forced down by her roommates. Her eyes were red. I always called her &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Cry baby&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;. She always squirmed her mouth and retorted: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;No, I&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;m not.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The 3rd day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Today, she dressed very ***y, walked into a bar and drank a lot of alcohol. Using tempting moves, she surveyed the room. Many men came up to her and flirted with her telling her how beautiful she was. She drank a lot more. When a much older man, old enough to be he* **ther, walked up and said: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Miss, let me take you home,&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; she splashed her drink onto his face. As the older man got ready to slap her, Mu showed up and saved Blue. I know all this because I was watching from a corner in the bar.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The 4th day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Today, she got up really early. After busying around all morning, she locked herself inside the bathroom. When her roommates opened the door, they were amazed: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;So clean.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The 5th day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;She began studying. She had done very well in school before.However, when we got together, her grades deteriorated. It is good to focus on something else as it will improve recovery.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Three months later&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;She became president of the Student Vnion. She is becoming more and more able. She also becomes more open. Soon, she will need to prepare for graduate school.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;One year later&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;There are many men beside her, many who are better than me. She never takes notice of them, but she gets along with Ling very well. There are rumors about them in school. She treats him like an elder brother, but rumor cannot be blocked.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Three years later&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;She is getting married. The groom is Ling. She is writing wedding invitations. After she wrote one, two, and three &#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; 12th card, she bent over the desk and tears fell down uncontrollably. I stepped forward and saw that on all the invitations, the groom&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s name was mine.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;I want to cry too, but ghost cannot cry. I do not have any tears.&#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Three years ago, when I was carrying her birthday cake crossing a street, a car crashed into me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 14:02 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Late at Night, Do You Turn Off Your Cell Phone?</title>
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<description>Today, my friend asked me a question. At night, do you turn off your cell phone? If you don&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t, whom do you leave it on for? &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;I usually do not turn off my cell phone. Why? I have no idea. After reading an article, I seemed to understand a little bit: for that little bit of caring. I am now sharing this story with you.&#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl would turn her cell phone off and put it by her photo on the desk every night before going to bed. This habit has been with her ever since she bought the phone.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl had a very close boyfriend. When they couldn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t meet, they would either call or send messages to each other. They both liked this type of communication.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;One night, the boy really missed the girl. When he called her however, the girl&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s cell phone was off because she was already asleep. The next day, the boy asked the girl to leave her cell phone on at night because when he needed to find her and could not, he would be worried.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;From that day forth, the girl began a new habit. Her cell phone never shuts down at night. Because she was afraid that she might not be able to hear the phone ring in her sleep, she tried to stay very alert. As days passed, she became thinner and thinner. Slowly, a gap began to form between them.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl wanted to revive their relationship. On one night, she called the boy.&#x26;nbsp; However what she got was a sweet female voice: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Sorry, the subscriber you dailed is power off.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl knew that her love has just been turned off.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;After a long time, the girl has a new love. No matter how well they got along, the girl however refused to get married. In the girl&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s heart, she always remembered that boy&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s words and the night when that phone was power off.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl still keeps the habit of leaving her cell phone on all throughout the night, but not expecting that it&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;ll ring.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;One night, the girl caught ill. In moment of fluster, instead of calling her parents, she dialed the new boy&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s cell phone. The boy was already asleep but his cell phone was still on.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Later, the girl asked the boy: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Why don&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t you turn your cell phone off at night?&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The boy answered: &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;I&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;m afraid that if you need anything at night and aren&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t able to find me, you&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;ll worry.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;The girl finally married the boy.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE3;&#x80;&#x80;Later at night, do you turn off your cell phone?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp; </description>
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<title>The Real Meaning of Peace</title>
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<description>&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp; There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest &#xE2;&#x80;&#x94; in perfect peace.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Because,&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; explained the king, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.&#x3C;/span&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 13:59 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Love and  time</title>
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  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,&#x26;quot;Richness, can you take me with you?&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Richness answered, &#x26;quot;No, I can&#x27;t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. &#x26;quot;Vanity, please help me!&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;quot;I can&#x27;t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,&#x26;quot; Vanity answered.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Sadness was close by so Love asked, &#x26;quot;Sadness, let me go with you.&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;quot;Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. &#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Suddenly, there was a voice, &#x26;quot;Come, Love, I will take you.&#x26;quot; It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, &#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Love asked Knowledge, another elder, &#x26;quot;Who Helped me?&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;quot;It was Time,&#x26;quot; Knowledge answered.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;quot;Time?&#x26;quot; asked Love. &#x26;quot;But why did Time help me?&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p style=&#x22;WORD-BREAK: break-all; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span lang=&#x22;EN-US&#x22; style=&#x22;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 140%&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8B;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x93;&#x22;&#x3E;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, &#x26;quot;Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.&#x26;quot; &#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 13:58 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>sand  and  stone</title>
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<description>The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped felt hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: &#x26;quot;Today my best friend slapped me in the face.&#x26;quot; They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: &#x26;quot;Today my best friend saved my life.&#x26;quot; The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, &#x26;quot;After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?&#x26;quot; The other friend replied: &#x26;quot;When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.&#x26;quot; </description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 13:56 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>gossip</title>
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<description>I take a job as a foreign trade sales in a shoes exporting company (www.shoes666.com ),which sell the name-brand shoes to aboard .mainly Nikes . I didn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t work at day time but at night .why? because my clients are mainly in the usa and in the Europe, you know there is time difference existing ,for example ,when the day time in china ,but in the night in Spain. so I had to change my biological clock, let my schedule the same as my clients&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99; .but I didn&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t feel tired ,the job bring me so many happiness . I don&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t have sleep all the night , it is 05:20am in the moring ,when the day break up, I will take my baggage to home .i will have my vacation from today to 24th .feb. and enjoy a good spring festival at home . Sounds wonderful. New year new start .come on ,kingmey ,lophy ,andy ,Jason , juan ,forest and sunny and a lot of my friends </description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 17:32 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>beacuse of you      sung by  kelly  clarkson</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Kelly Clarkson - Because Of You Lyrics &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;I will not make the same mistakes that you did &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE7;&#x8A;&#xAF;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE7;&#x8A;&#xAF;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#x87;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE9;&#x94;&#x99;&#xE8;&#xAF;&#xAF; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I will not let myself &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE8;&#xAE;&#xA9;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE8;&#x87;&#xAA;&#xE5;&#xB7;&#xB1; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Cause my heart so much misery &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#xAF;&#xBC;&#xE8;&#x87;&#xB4;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#xBF;&#x83;&#xE6;&#x83;&#x85;&#xE5;&#xA6;&#x82;&#xE6;&#xAD;&#xA4;&#xE8;&#x8B;&#xA6;&#xE6;&#x81;&#xBC; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I will not break the way you did, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE7;&#xA0;&#xB4;&#xE5;&#x9D;&#x8F;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE6;&#x96;&#xB9;&#xE5;&#xBC;&#x8F; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;You fell so hard &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE5;&#x9D;&#x9A;&#xE5;&#xBC;&#xBA;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#x80;&#x92;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8B; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;I ve learned the hard way &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xB7;&#xB2;&#xE7;&#xBB;&#x8F;&#xE5;&#xAD;&#xA6;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE9;&#x82;&#xA3;&#xE6;&#x9D;&#xA1;&#xE8;&#x89;&#xB0;&#xE8;&#xBE;&#x9B;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE9;&#x81;&#x93;&#xE8;&#xB7;&#xAF; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;To never let it get that far &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x8E;&#xBB;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE8;&#xAE;&#xA9;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x83;&#xE6;&#xB0;&#xB8;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#x9C;&#xE9;&#x83;&#xBD;&#xE5;&#x88;&#xB0;&#xE9;&#x82;&#xA3;&#xE9;&#x87;&#x8C;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE6;&#xAD;&#xA2; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I never stray too far from the sidewalk &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xBB;&#x8E;&#xE6;&#x9D;&#xA5;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#x9C;&#xE7;&#xA6;&#xBB;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#xBA;&#xE8;&#xA1;&#x8C;&#xE9;&#x81;&#x93; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I learned to play on the safe side so I don t get hurt &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xAD;&#xA6;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x89;&#xE5;&#x85;&#xA8;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xB0;&#xE6;&#x96;&#xB9;&#xE7;&#x8E;&#xA9;&#xE8;&#x80;&#x8D;&#xE6;&#x89;&#x80;&#xE4;&#xBB;&#xA5;&#xE5;&#xB0;&#xB1;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#x9A;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#x97;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#xA4; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x8E;&#xB0;&#xE5;&#xBE;&#x88;&#xE9;&#x9A;&#xBE;&#xE5;&#x8E;&#xBB;&#xE7;&#x9B;&#xB8;&#xE4;&#xBF;&#xA1;&#xE8;&#x87;&#xAA;&#xE5;&#xB7;&#xB1;&#xE4;&#xBB;&#xA5;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#x8A;&#xE6;&#x89;&#x80;&#xE6;&#x9C;&#x89;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE8;&#xBA;&#xAB;&#xE8;&#xBE;&#xB9;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#xBA; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I am afraid &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#xB3;&#xE6;&#x80;&#x95; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;I lose my way &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#xB7;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xB1;&#xE6;&#x96;&#xB9;&#xE5;&#x90;&#x91; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;And it s not too long before you point it out &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE6;&#x8C;&#x87;&#xE5;&#x87;&#xBA;&#xE9;&#x97;&#xAE;&#xE9;&#xA2;&#x98;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE4;&#xB9;&#x85;&#xE5;&#x89;&#x8D; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I cannot cry &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE8;&#x83;&#xBD;&#xE5;&#x93;&#xAD; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Because you know that s weakness in your eyes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE7;&#x9F;&#xA5;&#xE9;&#x81;&#x93;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#xBC;&#xB1;&#xE7;&#x82;&#xB9; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I m forced to fake &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE8;&#xA2;&#xAB;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#xAB;&#xE5;&#x8E;&#xBB;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#xAA;&#xE8;&#xA3;&#x85; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#xBE;&#xAE;&#xE7;&#xAC;&#x91;.&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xA7;&#xE7;&#xAC;&#x91;,&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE7;&#x94;&#x9F;&#xE5;&#x91;&#xBD;&#xE5;&#xBD;&#x93;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xAD;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE6;&#xAF;&#x8F;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x80;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xA9; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;My heart can&#x27;t possibly break &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#xBF;&#x83;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#xAF;&#xE8;&#x83;&#xBD;&#xE7;&#xA2;&#x8E; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;When it wasn&#x27;t even whole to start with &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE7;&#x94;&#x9A;&#xE8;&#x87;&#xB3;&#xE5;&#xBD;&#x93;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x83;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x80;&#xE5;&#xBC;&#x80;&#xE5;&#xA7;&#x8B;&#xE5;&#xB0;&#xB1;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE6;&#x98;&#xAF;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x8C;&#xE6;&#x95;&#xB4;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;I watched you die &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9C;&#x8B;&#xE7;&#x9D;&#x80;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE6;&#xAD;&#xBB;&#xE5;&#x8E;&#xBB; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I heard you cry every night in your sleep &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#x90;&#xAC;&#xE8;&#xA7;&#x81;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#x87;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE6;&#xAF;&#x8F;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xA9;&#xE6;&#x99;&#x9A;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8A;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE5;&#xBA;&#x8A;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8A;&#xE5;&#x93;&#xAD;&#xE6;&#xB3;&#xA3; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I was so young &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xBD;&#x93;&#xE6;&#x97;&#xB6;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xAA;&#xE5;&#xB0;&#x8F; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;You should have known better than to lean on me &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE5;&#xBA;&#x94;&#xE8;&#xAF;&#xA5;&#xE7;&#x9F;&#xA5;&#xE9;&#x81;&#x93;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x80;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#x9B;&#xE6;&#xAF;&#x94;&#xE4;&#xBE;&#x9D;&#xE9;&#x9D;&#xA0;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE6;&#x9B;&#xB4;&#xE5;&#xA5;&#xBD;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE5;&#x8A;&#x9E;&#xE6;&#xB3;&#x95; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;You never thought of anyone else &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xBB;&#x8E;&#xE6;&#x9D;&#xA5;&#xE6;&#xB2;&#xA1;&#xE6;&#x9C;&#x89;&#xE8;&#x80;&#x83;&#xE8;&#x99;&#x91;&#xE8;&#xBF;&#x87;&#xE5;&#x88;&#xAB;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#xBA;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE6;&#x84;&#x9F;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#x97; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;You just saw your pain &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0;&#xE5;&#x8F;&#xAA;&#xE7;&#x9C;&#x8B;&#xE8;&#xA7;&#x81;&#xE8;&#x87;&#xAA;&#xE5;&#xB7;&#xB1;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE4;&#xBC;&#xA4;&#xE7;&#x97;&#x9B; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;And now I cry in the middle of the night &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE7;&#x8E;&#xB0;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#x9C;&#xA8;&#xE6;&#xB7;&#xB1;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#x9C;&#xE9;&#x87;&#x8C;&#xE5;&#x93;&#xAD;&#xE6;&#xB3;&#xA3; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;For the same damn thing &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE4;&#xB9;&#x9F;&#xE6;&#x98;&#xAF;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#x86;&#xE5;&#x90;&#x8C;&#xE6;&#xA0;&#xB7;&#xE8;&#xB0;&#xB4;&#xE8;&#xB4;&#xA3;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#x8B; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I learned to play on the safe side so I don t get hurt &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I try my hardest just to forget everything &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xB0;&#xBD;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE6;&#x9C;&#x80;&#xE5;&#xA4;&#xA7;&#xE5;&#x8A;&#xAA;&#xE5;&#x8A;&#x9B;&#xE5;&#x8E;&#xBB;&#xE5;&#xBF;&#x98;&#xE8;&#xAE;&#xB0;&#xE6;&#x89;&#x80;&#xE6;&#x9C;&#x89;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#x8B; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Because of you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I don t know how to let anyone else in &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#x8D;&#xE7;&#x9F;&#xA5;&#xE9;&#x81;&#x93;&#xE5;&#xA6;&#x82;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x95;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#xB9;&#xE7;&#xBA;&#xB3;&#xE4;&#xBB;&#xBB;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#x95;&#xE4;&#xBA;&#xBA; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I m ashamed of my life because it s empty &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84;&#xE7;&#x94;&#x9F;&#xE6;&#xB4;&#xBB;&#xE6;&#x84;&#x9F;&#xE5;&#x88;&#xB0;&#xE7;&#xBE;&#x9E;&#xE8;&#x80;&#xBB; &#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#x83;&#xE6;&#x98;&#xAF;&#xE7;&#xA9;&#xBA;&#xE7;&#x9A;&#x84; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.lookgardens.com/yinyu/yingyudaquan/yingwengequ/20070115/334.html&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#000000&#x22;&#x3E;Because of you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#xE5;&#x9B;&#xA0;&#xE4;&#xB8;&#xBA;&#xE4;&#xBD;&#xA0; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I am afraid &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE6;&#x88;&#x91;&#xE5;&#xAE;&#xB3;&#xE6;&#x80;&#x95; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:07 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>venlentine&#x27;s day</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/kingmey/journal/1644605</link>
<description>venlentine&#x27;s day&#x26;nbsp; is&#x26;nbsp; coming .&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; best wishes to&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; every&#x26;nbsp; zorpias .in chinese saying&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; &#x26;quot;YOU&#x26;nbsp; QINGREN&#x26;nbsp; ZHONG CHENG&#x26;nbsp; JUANSHU&#x26;quot;,&#x26;nbsp; but&#x26;nbsp; kingmey without any&#x26;nbsp; ativities&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; that day.&#x26;nbsp;i&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;am in my home way. &#x26;nbsp;it is&#x26;nbsp; no&#x26;nbsp; matter&#x26;nbsp; at all . i like to&#x26;nbsp; reunion&#x26;nbsp; with my&#x26;nbsp; family.for&#x26;nbsp;another &#x26;nbsp;most important day&#x26;nbsp; , spring&#x26;nbsp; festival&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; of the&#x26;nbsp; lunar year&#x26;nbsp; which is&#x26;nbsp; the real&#x26;nbsp; new year&#x26;nbsp; in&#x26;nbsp; chinese&#x27; s&#x26;nbsp; eyes . and&#x26;nbsp; i will&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; have&#x26;nbsp; half&#x26;nbsp; a month&#x26;nbsp; off the work,&#x26;nbsp; i&#x26;nbsp; can&#x26;nbsp; enjoy&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; my&#x26;nbsp; vacation, climbing, attending my&#x26;nbsp; cousin&#x27;s&#x26;nbsp; Wedding ceremony , meeting old&#x26;nbsp; classmates&#x26;nbsp; ect. sounds&#x26;nbsp; wonderful&#x26;nbsp; ,hehe</description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 00:25 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>my  first job</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/kingmey/journal/1644339</link>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; i&#x26;nbsp; am&#x26;nbsp; a&#x26;nbsp; colleage&#x26;nbsp; four&#x26;nbsp; student ,&#x26;nbsp; now it is my&#x26;nbsp; pratice&#x26;nbsp; time .&#x26;nbsp; i take&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; my&#x26;nbsp; first job in&#x26;nbsp; a&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; foreign trade&#x26;nbsp; company&#x26;nbsp; ,which&#x26;nbsp; exports&#x26;nbsp; name-brand shoes ,mainly&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; nikes . it is a&#x26;nbsp; nice job ,i like it&#x26;nbsp; very much . the job&#x26;nbsp; brings me&#x26;nbsp; many happiness .i am&#x26;nbsp; a newcomer here ,but my&#x26;nbsp; colleagues&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; show&#x26;nbsp; their kindness to kingmey .especially&#x26;nbsp; my&#x26;nbsp; boss , he&#x26;nbsp; is&#x26;nbsp; a&#x26;nbsp; really man&#x26;nbsp; of&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; good temper .&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; my first client&#x26;nbsp; is a&#x26;nbsp; spainish&#x26;nbsp; who&#x26;nbsp; named&#x26;nbsp; juan , who is a&#x26;nbsp; super man&#x26;nbsp; in kingmey&#x27;s&#x26;nbsp; eyes .haha . why? juan is a&#x26;nbsp; athlete&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; in spain ,he is&#x26;nbsp; the winner of&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; 2003&#x26;nbsp; championship&#x26;nbsp; tournament&#x26;nbsp; in spain , i am&#x26;nbsp; proud&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; of myself&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; to make&#x26;nbsp; friends&#x26;nbsp; with&#x26;nbsp; juan , juan sent kingmey many&#x26;nbsp; photos&#x26;nbsp; ,including&#x26;nbsp; his&#x26;nbsp; pretty wife&#x26;nbsp; ,&#x26;nbsp; his&#x26;nbsp; lovely sons&#x26;nbsp; and&#x26;nbsp; his&#x26;nbsp; great&#x26;nbsp; parents . thank&#x26;nbsp; you juan&#x26;nbsp; for&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; trusting&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; kingmey&#x26;nbsp; so&#x26;nbsp; much .&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; it is my&#x26;nbsp; first job , kingmey wants to&#x26;nbsp; share my happiness&#x26;nbsp; with&#x26;nbsp; every zorpian&#x26;nbsp;,i am&#x26;nbsp; still&#x26;nbsp; a&#x26;nbsp; newcomer&#x26;nbsp; ,&#x26;nbsp;i will try my best&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; to&#x26;nbsp; flying high .&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;pre&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;</description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 05:01 EDT</pubDate>
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