Thursday,Mar 13 2008, 05:12:07 PMHomework

A teacher asked the students to write homework, about the National ,the country , the people's social composition, and the party.

      Bob didn’t understand the meaning of these words, ask the father.

      Dad told him that the country is the greatest. As you Grandma. The party is the most right, is the head of a household to, as I. Society is the work of the party and the country, must listen to the party, just like your mother. Is the smallest of the people, saying that no one is listening, just like you.

      After the evening, Bob writing to the text. Which can still do not understand the meaning of that? To ask his grandmother. But she has been bed.

      Bob find Dad, Mom and Dad are busy in bed movement. Dad saw him coming, beat him two slaps in the face.

     Bob no way, had no choice but to tears, writing their own room back to the text.

     The next day, his father received a telephone from teacher:

     " You are the father of Bob? "

     "Ah yes. What happened? Bob is on the essay. Writing is not good?"Bob's father asked.

    "No, the writing is wonderful. We suspect is not his own writing. . . . . . ? "The teacher said.

    "He wrote what?" Bob's father asked.

     Is about :

    countries in the sleepy, the party playing community and the society is groaning, and the people in tears.

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Thursday,Mar 13 2008, 05:10:54 PMThe color of love

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Thursday,Mar 13 2008, 05:09:11 PMOriginal sin

I am a sinner.

I am perpetrators,

       But I never consciousness.

        I was deaf, dumb, blind.

        So, I come to their senses……

     But with the exception of those rebellion,

       Other people will fall into the Lost……

       I will be contracting with the devil,

Let the world continue to make it greed Health……

       A huge death……

      100 ghost nocturnal but less I……

      Death is turn of bloom……

    I understand why mater made the dream in night before I born,

      a neonate in the galactic disk, playing with two black snakes……

      

      I am guilty.

      Thanks the fate of favor with the curse,

      Thanks the fate of favor with the curse……

      I do not know who I am,

      I do not know if I was an angel or devil,

      Is strong or weak,

     Is the hero or rogue.

      If you in the name of humanity to destroy me,

     I will helpless fate of the kind……
        
      I am guilty……

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Thursday,Mar 13 2008, 12:50:00 PMi am who i am.

I'm not my job.
I'm are not how much money i have in the bank.
I'm are not the car i drive.
I'm not the contents of my wallet.
I'm not my Fuｃkin' khakis.
I'm the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
No Fear，No Distractions.

work as like ants, life as like butterflies.

In a certain extent, marriage, is married to a fate. smart people do not want own fate too bleak, the best choise is to find the own tree.

No matter how humble, as long as you have pursued, will see a new self, never care about other's disdain. do a good job, nothing is impossible. hold dream, Don't give up!

never say never ,and never say forever.

it's my life.

I came，I walked.

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