<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 15:17:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ritual Of Spring</title><description>If u wanna say what i wanna say, just go ahead, I like u, my good friends.
But i need u, please, never leave me alone...
Rediculous, but it is just what I am thinking about</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-6557410070952013409</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T21:30:44.098+08:00</atom:updated><title>start over again</title><description>so far, I have no idea I still keep this blog, it is more like a diary book, but it is for public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading about those old days, nothing but a little sadness and emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed a lot, but it is still. memory is a strange thing for a man, it seems to be very clear, however with the time goes, it will become blur and faded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-6557410070952013409?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-over-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-1411423550406630865</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T15:31:42.039+08:00</atom:updated><title>studying</title><description>nowadays, the only thing filled in my life is studying, I have no time for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't kept the english blog for such a long time. now, everything is ok, but I just feel a little boring, I don't know where it is from, Just like the feeling before ielts exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a place just for studying, not for traveling or joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little dark, a little sad, a little upset. but everything is still ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have bought a bike, but it is second handed, maybe i can fix it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i will upload some photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-1411423550406630865?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/08/studying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-3671211629050810017</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-20T22:43:38.687+08:00</atom:updated><title>UQ</title><description>uq means university of queensland. enrol dates has passed, I am late for enrol, but I will catch up the first time when I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am talking about?  Sort of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22th of July, it will be a big day for me. The first step I stride out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-3671211629050810017?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/07/uq.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-8065191594412882736</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:34.899+08:00</atom:updated><title>20 days left</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rnx11mVALfI/AAAAAAAAAok/HV6NvrJ57Lg/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079064043449232882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rnx11mVALfI/AAAAAAAAAok/HV6NvrJ57Lg/s200/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only 20 days left for me to prepare. I am going to leave this country where I stayed 22 years. How do I feel? I feel worried, anxious, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the right way for me? Nearly all my classmates chose to find a job or study in domestic university. Also, many of my relatives asked me not to go out of country, because there are no friends, no relatives, and no one could take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already got the graduate certificate and diploma, the only thing I have to do is waiting, waiting for Visa and flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am not ready to face such lots of new things, everything there will be not as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me power, god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-8065191594412882736?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-days-left.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rnx11mVALfI/AAAAAAAAAok/HV6NvrJ57Lg/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-3308386541224218086</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:35.098+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bachelor</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>presentation</category><title>Final presentation</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RmNChiWMWNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WbkT_canW6o/s1600-h/20070602332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071970749272316114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RmNChiWMWNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WbkT_canW6o/s200/20070602332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have finished my final presentation. Basically, it is not hard as I thought before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic is &lt;strong&gt;A study of government procurement performance auditing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the only thing left is waiting for bachelor certificate which is the only meaning of my 4 years study in university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a matter of fact, it is not a short period for me to study in university. But I think It is to fast to me. I can not look back in my university career, or I wanna cry, feeling sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have to look in the future, not fall back to past. Time is running, can not be back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still many challenges in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the room mate in our dormitory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-3308386541224218086?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-presentation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RmNChiWMWNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WbkT_canW6o/s72-c/20070602332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-5010454660054389656</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2007 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-21T00:30:41.494+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dormitory</title><description>Come back to university, feeling everything here is not comfortable except freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a place which is less than 10 m², but filled of 8 boys. We stay here this way for 4 years, just like a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hot in summer time, but full of joy. Although I can not get along well with all of them, but basically, I like this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last months in university, I cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, tomorrow is a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is hard to describe the feeling clearly by words, but I still wanna write it all down to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Have listened Avril’s new record, it is no better than her old ones, but still not bad. I like it because I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CD-Rom is broken, I bought this computer only 2 years ago, the quality is not so good as I thought before about IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot weather, lots of mosquitoes are flying around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-5010454660054389656?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/05/dormitory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-7130564776446055273</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:35.686+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shanghai</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hangzhou</category><title>shanghai &amp; hangzhou</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t feel like shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; is a place which kills money easily; the city is in the name of luxury.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj01ZEK0xWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pLMeIullikA/s1600-h/20070502092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061260260966450530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj01ZEK0xWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pLMeIullikA/s200/20070502092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stayed there for 4 days, visited some relatives. However, I also don’t like people in shanghai, I thought they care of nothing, except money. In such city, they can survive only if they earned enough money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have met a friend who is working in a 5-star hotel; she told me the most luxury standard room will take 70,000 Yuan one night. It is really hard to believe. Moreover buying one normal house costs 20,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj01Y0K0xVI/AAAAAAAAAns/-ONU4cNdYLs/s1600-h/20070502091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061260256671483218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj01Y0K0xVI/AAAAAAAAAns/-ONU4cNdYLs/s200/20070502091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yuan each square meter. Without dozen of money, people can almost do nothing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj016kK0xXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qvM-541GRfM/s1600-h/DSCN5946.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061260836492068210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj016kK0xXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qvM-541GRfM/s200/DSCN5946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In comparison to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Hang Zhou is much better. It is a peaceful quite clean city to live. Even walking alone beside the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt;, is such a pleasure thing. People there are very friendly. I envy them, coz they live in such great place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the international working festival. My family went several city to have this great trip with me. Perhaps, it is the last time we travel together when I am in motherland. Somehow it is an unforgettable memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-7130564776446055273?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/05/shanghai-hangzhou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/Rj01ZEK0xWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pLMeIullikA/s72-c/20070502092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-3332283614067652514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:35.878+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hot</category><title>What a damn hot day it is!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RioxdxO5WdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HROPLtb6bsQ/s1600-h/coloring_hotday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907919178586578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RioxdxO5WdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HROPLtb6bsQ/s320/coloring_hotday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a damn hot day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only April. The spring just started, but the temperature jump up to 31 °C, crazy climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, everyone must be aware of what we have done to the nature world, too much CO2 has been made by human. We have to change the climate back, or probably, we will vanish in future.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, help mankind, god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-3332283614067652514?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-damn-hot-day-it-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RioxdxO5WdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HROPLtb6bsQ/s72-c/coloring_hotday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-8224287125990713754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:36.031+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>virus</category><title>Virus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiowwBO5WcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zrdycVLIzTg/s1600-h/pcrj609014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907133199571394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiowwBO5WcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zrdycVLIzTg/s200/pcrj609014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some virus infected my computer two times this whole week. Actually, it drives me crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried several methods to get rid of it, but failed. At last, I only had to reload my windows. For the second, no less than two days, computer got attacked again by another kind of virus; fortunately, I tried another anti-virus software, and succeeded. But, the bad thing is it gets slower than ever before, the software takes lots of RAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I lost lots of data with the help by the damn virus. &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/28335235-8224287125990713754?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/virus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiowwBO5WcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zrdycVLIzTg/s72-c/pcrj609014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-4734332096151810371</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T00:49:52.427+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pass away</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>death</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthday</category><title>Today is my birthday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am 22 years old now. Just feel a little strange, because it is the year legally allowed marriage, but I am still thinking I have not mentally old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my friend’s grandfather passed away several minutes ago, it is too quick to her, and I can not stand the truth, neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD IS ROUND... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;someone is celebrating his or her birthday at the same time when someone is crying for the deaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I spend my birthday years ago? I went to sing Karaoke in KTV, watched midnight movie in cinema, or contribute my blood for no charge. Which is really meaningful? Maybe they are too common for one person, but they are important to me. Just like tree rings, I can see them clearly in my memory, and will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 22 years now, maybe it is the age for some to dive into society, but I choose to study for 2 more years instead. I wanna stand in a new high start line.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me, happy birthday to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-4734332096151810371?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-219570030031735521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-16T17:01:40.735+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>global warming</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>serious problem</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>survive</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>enviroment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>an inconvenient truth</category><title>shocking movie</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.participate.net/educators/pub_files/ait-block_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.participate.net/educators/pub_files/ait-block_dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen an shocking movie called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an inconvenient truth&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it is not only a opera, it is a perfect speech, it tells us the truth of environment problems we have not only to face but we must deal with immediately- the CO2 problems in the name of global warming disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after no more than &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;50 years&lt;/span&gt;, we will lose everything we have got and to be homeless. The warning temperature will merit the ice in north polar, then the light from sun will directly shine on the ocean, after that, we can no longer stop the speed of warning. After the meriting of Antarctic, majority of land will lay underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore made this speech this more than 1,000 times, but still, the US government haven’t paid any attention on this issue. Moreover, because of rescuing environments point, he failed the competition to be the president with J. W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of politic things, we still have to face our future to be a human in the earth; we have to cherish our world for no reason. If we fail this battle, maybe when we get old, the next generation will ask as for one clean earth, coz they cannot survive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall we do? Just try our best to save energy, use cleaner energy, buy saving-petrol automobiles, and produce recycled things. We should do everything we can to reduce jetting of CO2, only for our future, for next generation. It is our duty &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View the site: &lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net"&gt;http://www.climatecrisis.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-219570030031735521?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/shocking-movie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-1011417343675193740</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:36.573+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>casio watch</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>perfume</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lindt</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>chocolate</category><title>my birthday is coming</title><description>maybe it is a lonely birthday, i don't wanna tell my friends if they can not remember, i just wanna spend the beautiful time alone to think about all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is too close to my long-distance-trip, i will leave my home for 2 years or longer. the loser it comes, the faster the time runs away. i just cannot control my feeling. no wondering, no longing, no surprising for future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must lose something, just like trade. if i get something, i have to pay something. just like a saying in a cartoon named "fullmetal alchimist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some easier topic-- &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8Pa2olYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/D0eANDOx1PY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053949442444006786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8Pa2olYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/D0eANDOx1PY/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with my parents in Jinling hotel which is the most luxury restaurant in our city, the food is not so delicious as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought myself a Casio Watch as my birthday gift for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my college friend called me to eat caferteria hotpot several days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my good friends in university took some art photos, i have seen, pretty good! a little like coco lee who is a famous singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i quit Huaxia Bank, i will miss those staffs there. i will miss those days working so hard for my teacher in bank. good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8ba2olZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/SCCTSb6aUgI/s1600-h/828big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053949648602437010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8ba2olZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/SCCTSb6aUgI/s200/828big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;moreover, my father bought me a bunch chocolate today what is the best gift for me, i will keep in enjoying for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks god, i have a good father and lots of friends altogether with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8_a2olbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cYegi4UePIc/s1600-h/2679_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053950267077727666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8_a2olbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cYegi4UePIc/s200/2679_001.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a good movie called PERFUME&lt;perfume&gt;. since then i am interested in perfume. i am not a gifted person, but not all gifted person has a perfect life. so let it be.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8w62olaI/AAAAAAAAAnM/f6eroNuGp9A/s1600-h/2679_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiDLKq2olTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/FHQk9K50LFM/s1600-h/2679_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;perfume&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-1011417343675193740?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-birthday-is-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RiM8Pa2olYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/D0eANDOx1PY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-4696793401280314151</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 12:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:36.850+08:00</atom:updated><title>LOST</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RhECn3uQA7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_bJOUsCVhYI/s1600-h/lost1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048819541255127986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RhECn3uQA7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_bJOUsCVhYI/s320/lost1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone has to face the problem how to survive, to help other to live longer or to live instead of others’.&lt;br /&gt;I like this TV programme, when a group of people land on a strange island, they must find their way to survive.&lt;br /&gt;It is just like the modern world, we have to face thousands of problems everyday, we live with the help from others, and we also live to deprive others’ rights. How can we do then?&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for a better way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-4696793401280314151?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RhECn3uQA7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_bJOUsCVhYI/s72-c/lost1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-7990140408299268355</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-17T23:34:50.418+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Huaxia bank</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work partner</category><title>my work partner</title><description>my work partner is a pretty girl, she is going to graduate from one university in Macao. in Huaxia bank, we did everything together, sometimes, she is the only person who talks with me. what's more? i like laughing at her for everything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she is a little foolish. oh, if she is looking at my words, don't be worry. the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more foolish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are, the more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you are.&lt;br /&gt;now, she is going back to her university, and i am preparing my studying in Australia, maybe we have no chance to meet again this life, maybe we will lost connection in future, maybe... who knows, everyday, we have to face many many people, some of them will be our friends, but what does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exact mean? i am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to see some people leaving, it is the hardest time in life. now, i can see the future, when i am leaving huaxia bank, leaving my motherland. i just wanna leave quitely. so no one will notice my disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-7990140408299268355?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-work-partner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-2488377341495764583</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:27:37.288+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Huaxia bank</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mahler</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>job</category><title>working in Huaxia Bank</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RfQQra53d3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l_h62W8hgCc/s1600-h/200703061771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040672221076879218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RfQQra53d3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l_h62W8hgCc/s320/200703061771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huaxia bank is one of commercial banks in China, I have passed the examination and interview, and finally got a chance to work here.&lt;br /&gt;Working in bank is not an easy job as I thought, it is very busy everyday, even in festivals, there will also be too much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am working in accounting department, each day, we have to meet many people from hundreds of companies. We have to do the exact thing for them, without any mistake.&lt;br /&gt;It is my first time to work, leaving my university to search knowledge, but after several days, I have to leave there for my abroad studying.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the staffs in Huaxia bank, they are friendly to me, and teach me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it is an unforgettable experience in my life, our boss tried to persuade me to stay, but I have my goal. Although, I am not sure it will be good to me, but I have never lost my way, it is my destiny, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me, good luck to Huaxia bank, good luck to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fell in love with Mahler Symphony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-2488377341495764583?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/03/working-in-huaxia-bank.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmB-NP_ykC8/RfQQra53d3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l_h62W8hgCc/s72-c/200703061771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-3738966107501652945</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-17T16:36:36.713+08:00</atom:updated><title>happy spring festival&amp; keep on practising english</title><description>tomorrow is chinese traditional spring festival, it is the most important festival in china. and tomorrow is another lunar year as well. I wish i could get better in next lucky year, i wish to find my way of life.&lt;br /&gt;now, it is time to watch fireworks, wish everyone in the world: happy new year,  happy spring festival!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-3738966107501652945?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-spring-festival-keep-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-9107391275388138004</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-24T12:33:06.754+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>money</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>way</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>leave</category><title>After half a year…</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/1600/200663012554378747.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/320/200663012554378747.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am leaving this place I was born, I am going to a totally new place to live and study. Actually, I have never left my house before, it may sound like only a piece of cake to someone, but I must be a big deal to me!&lt;br /&gt;I am confused recently, I totally got lost again as the feeling before IELTS examination. Where I am going, If I have a chance to earn the money back to my parents who paid a large amount of money for me to go abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is only half a year for me to get ready, perhaps, is it a right way for me to go?&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving, I am dreaming, I am sitting with a lot of thoughts without any saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-9107391275388138004?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-half-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-9188538371963850991</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-15T11:41:32.668+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>University</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Queen's land</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Brisbane</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>of</category><title>I wanna go to Brisbane!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I have made a decision to go to University of Queen's land, not only because of its beautiful landscape but also it has high educational quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen some photos of this city, some people also said he or she wanna live there in spite of poverty, hunger or something not lucky, because it is the heaven to human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will study Accounting there, and if I have more time, I will choose Hotel Management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an entire new way to me, I don't know if it is right to me, but I will stably walk along forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-9188538371963850991?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-go-to-brisbane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-5568700006893137923</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-09T14:15:54.199+08:00</atom:updated><title>Be back to university</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/1600/photo_559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/200/photo_559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the matter of fact, I don’t like my university, everything is strange here, people do not like communicating, amount of girls is larger than boys, and most students are from rural places who are not interested in anything except studying. Perhaps the name is strange as well, actually it is a institute of audit, but people prefer call it Nanjing Audit University. It is not a real university at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/1600/photo_558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7299/3458/200/photo_558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now, I can get along well with them all at least. However, I have no exact friends here. At first, I thought they were all wrong, they choose the wrong life style, but recently, I got much more confused, I thought maybe I was wrong all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel tired to think about those entire things. I have no power to change something, I must learn to comfort myself in every occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it is my college career, everyone has to experience it, and nothing has to complain about. I chose this university, so I have to finish it with my graduation diploma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-5568700006893137923?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-back-to-university.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-116013791787422142</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2006 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-06T20:31:57.890+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mid-autumn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moon cake</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ganso</category><title>MID-AUTUMN DAY</title><description>It is mid-autumn festival today; I like this festival because only in these days, I could eat moon cake which is a kind of delicious cake with sweet sauce inside and a shape like the moon in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, my father brought home a box of Ganso snow moon cake, with the ice cream in it instead of sauce. It is the most delicious food I have ever eaten. Since then, I started a dream, dream of another chance to taste that cake again. But, I had no chance, firstly because of poverty, and then, because of lack of reason to buy. Every year, many boxes of moon cakes will be received from friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream is to be continued, I am still waiting for a Ganso snow moon cake to achieve my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-116013791787422142?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/10/mid-autumn-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-115980683731905428</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-03T12:11:40.776+08:00</atom:updated><title>Memorizing</title><description>Recently, I am having National Day holiday, so I have got some spare time to have a long time rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days, I can’t stop memorizing my hard days when I was preparing IELTS. I think it must be a precious in my memory; it is one of my efforts for some destination, maybe, it is the crossing road in my life. I can clearly remember the first time that I failed; I felt depression with the entire world turning dark and hopeless. I nearly dropped the dream. But my friends gave me a hand to pull me out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, IELTS is not scaring. The only thing that is scaring is my belief and mind. I started to get to know that the only thing that can change my life is not luck but hard working without thinking of any failure. It my sound like gamble, but I would say it is a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the “Prison Break” season 1, very wonderful! But those people in jail have bad luck. Every time when I watch it, my heart will beat faster, the feeling is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent program!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-115980683731905428?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/10/memorizing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-115961393067867483</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-30T18:58:50.686+08:00</atom:updated><title>be ready for leaving our country</title><description>After passing the IELTS, I made the decision to study abroad, leaving for a new place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would like to study in Australia, because the climate, the population, the quality of education. But I don’t even know, whether a university there will admit me.&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what I want now, and I have paid a great effort, I won’t return in my road any more, I will follow my heart, to attain my dream! Bless me god.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I keep in watching “prison break” everyday; it is the most wonderful TV drama program I have ever seen! But it hasn’t be finished yet, there still will be some part to tell us the end of this great story. I enjoyed the whole program: plot, actor, scene and the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-115961393067867483?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-ready-for-leaving-our-country.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-115949840463033351</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-29T10:53:24.650+08:00</atom:updated><title>i have passed the IELTS as 6.5!</title><description>I have passed the ielts exam, I am so glad to see my result. I have been anxious for a whole month for that. And, I failed in my first shot. But now, I have proved I have the skill in English.&lt;br /&gt;Oral 6.5 listening 6.5 speaking 6 writing 6. overall 6.5. not good, but it is enough to challenge a good university.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy today, today is my lucky day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-115949840463033351?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-passed-ielts-as-65.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-115867195169891132</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-19T21:19:11.706+08:00</atom:updated><title>autumn</title><description>I don’t like autumn.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like this weather, everything turning into depression, yellow, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to see the movie “the banquet”, however, unfortunately, there is none seat left. What amazing things!&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel unhappy for something, I don’t know when I can get better…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-115867195169891132?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/09/autumn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28335235.post-115822427158270825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 08:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-16T23:49:58.186+08:00</atom:updated><title>dream of Tibet</title><description>My uncle has got a chance to travel to Tibet, there are some choice photographs. That is the forbiden area of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are in &lt;a href="http://ipics.blogspot.com/2006/09/image-of-tibet.html"&gt;http://ipics.blogspot.com/2006/09/image-of-tibet.html&lt;/a&gt; this page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28335235-115822427158270825?l=riteos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://riteos.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-of-tibet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bob)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>