<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:06:26.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>COMEE</title><subtitle type='html'>Canberra's floride</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-7040531460693471280</id><published>2010-04-14T20:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:44:56.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The afternoon</title><content type='html'>Yu took her two kids to my home at two thirty. I saw her eyes were red, I know she used to cried, and there is non of some person can help to her for her soul, so I pretended I didn't see that, I understood her feeling, and she must won't my pity.&lt;br /&gt;I always think about my sympathy would hurt her, sometimes I really want to say some pity words to comfort her, but when I saw her face I feel sad, so how can I say such a words.&lt;br /&gt;If I were her, I would mad thousand of times, and kicked the man out of my sight, even I don't care someone might say me mad, such a man like her husband, so nasty, so selfish,lazy, and too many ugly words could suit him. Oh! I feel sorry to her about my thinking, but if I wouldn't against the law, I would kick ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-7040531460693471280?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7040531460693471280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=7040531460693471280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/7040531460693471280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/7040531460693471280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/drove-to-stgeorge-hospital.html' title='The afternoon'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-3329774077720712748</id><published>2010-04-07T22:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:11:59.308+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My diary</title><content type='html'>In the early morning  I drove Yu' s husband to St George Hospital cancer centre. His appointment was at nine o'clock. but there were just three nurses to serviced all patients, so we were waited and waited until over eleven.&lt;br /&gt; honestly  I was a little unhappy to stayed here with him, if Yu isn't my best friend, I would go away without a second. I can say he's a really really selfish man. his world just himself, never considering other ones even his wife. I used to say to his wife, if I were her, I would kick him out of home.&lt;br /&gt;but , Look my  own. Here my man sit at the sofa everyday, he enjoy his day at home, likes every retired person, lay down has a nap, watch TV, surf Internet, I think he won't go back to work anymore at the moment. I think about myself all the time, "what can I do? how can I do?" can I hate him? look at my lovely son, how? I blind my eyes, even blind my heart, if I talked to loud, I would face my true feeling to despise him.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-3329774077720712748?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3329774077720712748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=3329774077720712748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3329774077720712748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3329774077720712748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-diary.html' title='My diary'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-3195289886513199862</id><published>2009-04-25T21:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:46:44.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law passed away two years ago in China. At that time, my little son Richard, only two years old, but still now, he sometimes remembers his grandmother, even when we go to the temple to pray, he might remind me he remembers her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed at his memory. Most kids couldn't remember anything for long, but maybe he had a special experience-his grandmother's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother-in-law's destiny was very hard. When her kids were young, her husband died. She had to work harder than other people to get enough money to care for her children. When she was sixty years old, she had a stroke which made her IQ as a two or three year old child. She couldn't speak any words clearly, she needed a wheel chair, and couldn't live without other people's help. She sat down on the wheel chair for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband planned to go to China to see her on my little boy's birthday. He thought his mother would very happy when she saw her grandson. We bought tickets yet, when we sent out our passports to the Chinese embassy to get visa, unfortunately, we received very sad news from my sister-in-law over the phone. She told us her mother died that afternoon, everyone was upset, we knew Richard couldn't have a birthday party with his grandma but her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy only was two, how could he understand the life or death? It was a deepest question for his little mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to my mother-in-law's funeral in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13523064@N03/sets/72157606623915115/"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/a&gt;, lots of our relatives came to join us. They were sad, my two older boys understood what happened, but I needed to explain more about the funeral's detail for them. This was the first time Richard saw lots of people gathered together, he couldn't know why they were crying. As tradition and custom requested, we walked around the body in the big hall. I told him his grandma died. She lay down as asleep. She couldn't speak to him any words forever. I saw his little face looking seriously like an adult, he seemed to understand what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of him at the funeral, he didn't cry at all, didn't ask any extra requests. When someone talked, he listened to them carefully; I thought he was extremely grown-up at this moment. It was his first lesson about death. Real life is a good class for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest boy asked me where his grandma's body went. I told them the body could be burnt into ashes, and then put in a little box. A few days later, we received the ashes box from the funeral place then sent to the cemetery for burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I worried the kids might have traumas about death, but I was so surprised they got better quickly over my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later after the funeral, one day I took Richard went to Temple to pray good luck for his grandma. In the temple, the boy pointed to the sky said to me:" Mum, my grandma is in the sky." I heard those words, and tears filled my eyes. In our culture, sky means Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-3195289886513199862?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3195289886513199862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=3195289886513199862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3195289886513199862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3195289886513199862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/memoir.html' title='Memoir'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-2934165615114013909</id><published>2009-04-22T23:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:17:53.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>John's description</title><content type='html'>My second son John, will turn twelve in September this year. He's an emotional and sometimes a quiet little young man. Sometimes he is so energetic. When I called him "my son" he complains and says "I'm a teenager."&lt;br /&gt;John is thin, around one hundred fifty centimeters tall, he has an oval face, dark brown eyes, and brown shortish long hair. He's really careful with his hair everyday. In the morning, he washes and combs in our bathroom for a long time. If someone touches his hair, he will be angry. He has natural olive skin, because he speeds lots of time to playing ball outside.&lt;br /&gt;six years ago, when we arrived in Australia, he didn't have an English name. We were concerned for his school times. He needed an easy name to be called. As the powerful man-- the former Prime Minister, John Howard. I called him John, too.&lt;br /&gt;Like many young kids, he is mostly shy to speak to a stranger, but when he was a little boy, he was a "lady killer". He was very good at expressing himself. He spoke to every person he met. Women liked to grab his pink cheeks, when he smiled adorably, he melted their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;When he grew up, his personality changed. He cried when he saw someone cry. Even watching TV, the programs affected his expression.&lt;br /&gt;John is a cheeky boy. If he goes to school late and receives a note from his principal's office, he always writes down one reason: He woke up too late in the morning...... but that is not true.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to his brothers, he's more relaxed than them. I think he inherited different genes from his parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-2934165615114013909?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2934165615114013909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=2934165615114013909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2934165615114013909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2934165615114013909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/johns-description.html' title='John&apos;s description'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-5044822948620211466</id><published>2009-02-04T21:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:03:39.635+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My son John</title><content type='html'>My son John who is nearly twelve years old, is a sporty boy.&lt;br /&gt;Every after school time, he plays sport at the park nearby his school with his classmates. His teacher told me he is a quiet and cooperate boy in his classroom, his teachers like him mostly,because he always be friendly with others, no any problems in his school time.&lt;br /&gt;but a few years ago, he was so scared back to school when new years beginning. firstly I were so upset and angry, I didn't known any reason about his problems. so I went to school and talked with his teachers, then understood what I've done the fault in the past, I couldn't really take care his scare which he won't separated with his best Friends and old teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know if a mother doesn't know her children's feelings, how upset of her?&lt;br /&gt;I known &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boy is a so sensitive boy but he become a easy going one!&lt;br /&gt;I am happy he goes to play with different people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-5044822948620211466?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5044822948620211466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=5044822948620211466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/5044822948620211466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/5044822948620211466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-son-john.html' title='My son John'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-6448829452425487180</id><published>2008-12-31T22:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:13:42.145+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New year in front the door</title><content type='html'>The new year will be come in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself many times: happy or not? I thought about all of my life in this year, I could find anything really happy or really unhappy. It was as normal as someone else, but, in my age, it is crisis. I just stay at home looking after my little kid, everyday like a housewife, speed my time on wash clothes, clean rooms, cook meals. Some of my friends said, I have the really happy life; and others said I wasted my time of my life in the comfortable weather, both sides are corrected.&lt;br /&gt;If just talking about now day, all is fine, in my deep heart, I still worry my life will go to worse, I think I need a journey to find out which way is my real way. I hope everything will be fine in the next year!&lt;br /&gt;happy new year for everyone and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-6448829452425487180?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6448829452425487180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=6448829452425487180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6448829452425487180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6448829452425487180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-will-be-come-in-hour.html' title='New year in front the door'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-1208918778494280285</id><published>2008-06-03T16:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:14:13.735+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny story</title><content type='html'>I had a funny incident with my friends about three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I caught the train to Roseville with my friends to visit my previous classmate’s new house. One of them has a little baby girl who just was eight months old &lt;br /&gt;We were in the train talking a load and laughing, when the train arrived to one of the station. There was a young, handsome, and tall man getting into the train. He sat beside the little girl’s mother; we had just smiled at each other. One of my friends, who is always happy and laughing, said to us: “Oh! What a handsome man! I like him…..”Then I said to her: “Look! Maybe he’ll fall in love with you, because he winked his eyes at you!” she said: “Maybe!” while we talked, the handsome man still looked around us with his smiled face, one of us said: “don’t worry! He can’t understand what’ve we talking!” then we just talked amongst ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we heard the baby girl’s mother answered two words with our language to the young man that was a big surprise to us. All ladies stopped talking. Oh! How embarrassing! He could speak fluent Mandarin like us. So he caught all the conversations, we were terribly! But this man was a clever guy, he introduced himself to us immediately and told us that he had learned Mandarin at university, and has travelled to china once. He was interested about China and Chinese things. He told us. He’ll go to china again. Then we talked until we got off the train.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget his manner and wisdoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-1208918778494280285?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1208918778494280285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=1208918778494280285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/1208918778494280285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/1208918778494280285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-funny-story.html' title='My funny story'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-2917346614067765106</id><published>2008-05-27T21:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:55:17.812+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide-and-seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/SDvw8RBtZeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bZFZhdCr624/s1600-h/449px-Hide_and_Seek-1877-James_Jacques_Joseph_Tissot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/SDvwwRBtZdI/AAAAAAAAADw/ncjO-AUtflg/s1600-h/449px-Hide_and_Seek-1877-James_Jacques_Joseph_Tissot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hide-and-seek is a popular game which is played with two or more people,Some people hide, one goes to search, until they're all found.&lt;br /&gt;This game's rule depends on how many people are playing, and how they'll play. When children play it, one child is a seeker, and he has his back facing the others, and begins to count a few second numbers with a loud voice. The other children are finding good places to hide very quickly. When the seeker finishes counting, and says"ready or not ", then she/he begins to search until the last player is found. The first player found is the loser, and the last one is the winner. Then the loser will be the next seeker when they play the game again. Most children really enjoy playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;Some children experts say, children playing Hide-and-seek is a good way to develop their intelligence, they can explore new things through playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;Now some adults play Hide-and-seek with their hearts. &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/6080676089035702430-2917346614067765106?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2917346614067765106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=2917346614067765106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2917346614067765106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2917346614067765106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide-and-seek'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-1219673040207307116</id><published>2008-05-13T09:21:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:06:55.025+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were an animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-align:center;width:380px;display:block;"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/390183.725a12ab69c/feed.xml" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="189" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;display:block;"&gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Play some &lt;a href="http://resources.kaboose.com/games/"&gt;Online Games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-1219673040207307116?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1219673040207307116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=1219673040207307116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/1219673040207307116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/1219673040207307116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-were-animal.html' title='If I were an animal'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-5996322070744605704</id><published>2008-05-06T11:05:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:10:13.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbleshare practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" width="380" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/372457.001302dc870/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BubbleShare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - Powered by BubbleShare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my first bubbleShare. Insteresting!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-5996322070744605704?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5996322070744605704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=5996322070744605704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/5996322070744605704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/5996322070744605704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/bubbleshare-share-photos-play-some.html' title='bubbleshare practice'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-7964663512809193858</id><published>2008-04-29T21:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:35:50.427+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The city of Perth</title><content type='html'>Perth is the Capital city of state of western Australia, which is located in the south-west corner of Australia and it is one of the sunniest cities in the world, that has average 8 hours sunshine per day.&lt;br /&gt;In Perth, there are more than 1.5 million residents live in the city,they enjoy the sunshine,love outdoors. people are mostly friendly,and relaxed with their lifestyles. Perth is plat, so on the weekend, many people cycle around the city which has many kilometres of cycle track.&lt;br /&gt;Perth is the cultural centre of the western Australia, there are four universities with many students study in, several museums and art galleries are opened for public visitors.&lt;br /&gt;The main industries of Perth are tourism, grape growing, mining.&lt;br /&gt;Perth is a beautiful city for travel, which has clear water and sandy beaches, is excellent for go swimming, surfing,boating and fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-7964663512809193858?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7964663512809193858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=7964663512809193858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/7964663512809193858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/7964663512809193858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/city-of-perth.html' title='The city of Perth'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-2513747283269682930</id><published>2008-04-28T22:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:06:20.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown</title><content type='html'>YongHe, which couldn't be found in the geography of the Chinese national maps, is the smallest town of GuiZhou, China. It is located in the eastern mountain ranges of GuiZhou part of Yunnan-GuiZhou plateau.&lt;br /&gt;There are about 5000 inhabitants in the town, Once a week, a big trade assembly is hold in the streets of the town, people have business activities from many small villages, they have shopping, selling, eating and meeting. &lt;br /&gt;YongHe has no big shops, universities, museums and art galleries, not even factories, but there a few small green tea fields near the town,  The green tea leaf bud is picked by hand from tea tree to make dried leaf.&lt;br /&gt;YongHe is set in a mountainous province. The weather is seasonal, which is humid climate in the winter, spring and summer. Annual temperatures average from 0-27°C, winter is cold, most wet by rain and fog. The peaks of the mountains are covered with ice. There is a small river nearby the town, up stream the river has a big dam. People can fish and swim there.&lt;br /&gt;Every spring in the Chinese lunar calender, There is a festival by a minority group- The Miao, They wear traditional clothes which are made by hand and decorated with lots of silver. They dance and sing, sometimes they have a bull fight show.&lt;br /&gt;People relax and enjoy their life in the town, but there are not many tourists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-2513747283269682930?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2513747283269682930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=2513747283269682930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2513747283269682930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2513747283269682930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-hometown.html' title='My hometown'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-91075579936907893</id><published>2008-04-08T10:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:59:35.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Green Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R_rDcF16WmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yjgsqwsbftw/s1600-h/IMGP2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186672808242600546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R_rDcF16WmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yjgsqwsbftw/s200/IMGP2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese green tea is a popular drink in most Asian countries. It's made from camellia plant's dried leaf buds, some are thin like needles, some are curly like small balls, some are flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Green tea has been used in ancient china for a long time to treat some diseases. During the Tang Dynasty it spread to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;now, many people drink it for health and relaxation, because green tea contains less caffeine than coffee,it can reduce the fat from human's body and it lowers total bad cholesterol levels, it is rich in vitamins, which can help people 's skin beauty, when they us it daily as a drink, some use it as medicine against some cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;Green tea is commonly drunk by most people, but it is not recommended to some special person, such as new babies, people with heart problems and sleep problems, or people taking medicines should not drink green tea.&lt;br /&gt;In china, green tea can be used for social occasions. most people believe it can help against aging. It is part of Chinese culture and people can't live without it. It's an essential part of their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-91075579936907893?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/91075579936907893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=91075579936907893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/91075579936907893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/91075579936907893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-green-tea.html' title='Chinese Green Tea'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R_rDcF16WmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yjgsqwsbftw/s72-c/IMGP2976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-3517984176195686959</id><published>2008-04-08T09:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:02:21.317+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Holiday</title><content type='html'>On Good Friday of Easter this year, in the morning, my little son asked his father to drive his car outside, but all shopping centres were closed. So we decided to go to Cabramatta for shopping. Our two older boys didn't want to go; they went to the park to play with their friends, then my husband drove the car and took my baby and me to Cabramatta city.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to Cabramatta, it was raining, but we hadn’t brought any umbrellas with us. My husband told me we needed to go the city centre to park the car if we didn't want to get wet. But there were lots of cars that wanted to go into the city centre. All streets had long queues; we drove around the city once, all the ways were blocked. We couldn’t get inside the centre, so we returned home by a different way. When we arrived to Henry Laws Drive, the rain stopped. This Drive is a major arterial road in the west south of Sydney. Along the road, we saw the George River where many people were having BBQs on the banks of the river. Some did exercises and some people were fishing on the bank. My little one was so excited when he saw that. We talked about trees in the forest; he was amazed at some tall trees and the national wild landscape that he had never seen until we crossed the George River national park. We had a few hours sightseeing on the four-wheeled-drive looking around beautiful Sydney. It was a fun Easter Friday。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-3517984176195686959?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3517984176195686959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=3517984176195686959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3517984176195686959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/3517984176195686959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-easter-holiday.html' title='My Easter Holiday'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-2669542620566025452</id><published>2008-04-01T09:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:00:17.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>About racism</title><content type='html'>I had an experience about racism once.&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I had just been here for   about one year. One day when I was walking down on the street at midday, a young man who was tall and strong and who had a European face and walked behind me for about five minutes. I’d never see him before and I did nothing wrong to him, but when I walked at the corner of   a quiet street, he suddenly walked quickly toward me and said rude words to me. I was astonished when I heard it, but he quickly crossed the street and ran away. &lt;br /&gt;I told my friends what happened, some of them told me they had had a similar experience, too.&lt;br /&gt;In Australia, most people are friendly; I think when we have racism, we just brush it off, and we should be calm and happy with ourselves, because life is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-2669542620566025452?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2669542620566025452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=2669542620566025452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2669542620566025452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2669542620566025452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-racism.html' title='About racism'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-2865305982890409352</id><published>2008-03-21T22:12:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:28:49.444+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chinese Famous Pianist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-ObOF16WlI/AAAAAAAAACw/XRNHgVZvKEM/s1600-h/36414266.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180154662794975826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-ObOF16WlI/AAAAAAAAACw/XRNHgVZvKEM/s320/36414266.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a just 26 year old young man who has played concerts in&lt;br /&gt;every major city in the world, he is the first Chinese pianist to be&lt;br /&gt;engaged by the Berlin Philharmonic. His name is Lang Lang.&lt;br /&gt;Lang Lang was born in Shenyang, China. He started playing the piano at he age of three. When he was nine years old, he entered Beijing Central Music Conservatory. At seventeen, he broke into stardom when he performed successful concerts around the world.&lt;br /&gt;He has appeared twice on the Good Morning America and 60 Minutes. People said of him he was "A Most exciting Keyboard talent encountered in many years". The Los Angeles Times called his work "The magic of Lang Lang". He is worked with the world's best orchestras and performed in Britain' Royal Variety Show.&lt;br /&gt;Last December, he was the guest soloist at the Nobel Prize Concert in Stockholm. Many people were charmed by his performance, such as American President George .W. Bush and his father Senior Bush, even Prince Charles and the Royal Family.&lt;br /&gt;His CD has been selling well around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he is a piano talent, but his success would not have been possible without his parents, because his father was going with him and supporting him in Beijing for a few years while his mother worked at his home city by herself.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he is a professor at the music conservatory in Beijing, he wants to open wide the classic music for young people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-2865305982890409352?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2865305982890409352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=2865305982890409352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2865305982890409352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/2865305982890409352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-famous-pianist_21.html' title='A Chinese Famous Pianist'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-ObOF16WlI/AAAAAAAAACw/XRNHgVZvKEM/s72-c/36414266.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-8842244167558133373</id><published>2008-03-19T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:03:28.669+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day in Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-Dy9qZIdfI/AAAAAAAAACY/KEQ2mXBakhw/s1600-h/xinsrc_592040329084012581248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179406712641713650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-Dy9qZIdfI/AAAAAAAAACY/KEQ2mXBakhw/s200/xinsrc_592040329084012581248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning of 14th of May, 2002, my two sons and I arrived to Australia. We landed at Melbourne airport first and waited about three hours then changed to another plane to Sydney. At that time, my older son was 7 and the second one just four and half. We had a whole night in the plane, my two boys couldn't sleep well, and I needed to look after them so I couldn't sleep, either. When we got off the plane, we all had red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the airport; I breathed fresh air and saw wild nature and beautiful views. It was a little bit cool and sunshine morning. My husband drove an old van to the airport, which was lent to him by his friend; he gave us a lift to our new home. We went to one of the Chinese restaurant to yumcha. My two boys were tired and slept at home; my husband and I went to shopping centre to do shopping, we bought lots of things because our new home nearly had nothing. Although we went back home, I couldn't rest, I needed to wash, clean and tidy rooms until the evening, I finished all of that, then I cooked dinner for us. When I went to bed, I forgot who I was.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great busy and different day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-8842244167558133373?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8842244167558133373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=8842244167558133373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/8842244167558133373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/8842244167558133373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-day-in-australia.html' title='My first day in Australia'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R-Dy9qZIdfI/AAAAAAAAACY/KEQ2mXBakhw/s72-c/xinsrc_592040329084012581248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-6384649112565645363</id><published>2008-03-16T12:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:46:53.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowing in my hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R9x1QKZIddI/AAAAAAAAACE/02w_lH6ODlw/s1600-h/680887968663865935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178142592097351122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R9x1QKZIddI/AAAAAAAAACE/02w_lH6ODlw/s320/680887968663865935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the Chinese New Year, a big snowstorm has come to my hometown; my mother told me she had never seen such big snowstorm as this time’s. Many trees were crushed; vegetables were all frozen to death in some areas. Many people’s houses were damaged in rural areas, which is very serious. They had no power, no water, even food. My sister told me she couldn’t buy any food in supermarkets in her city, and transports couldn't move on the roads. Even the hospital had no power for operations. More than one month they had to carry water from the well. People used charcoal to make fire to kept warm. Now they many things will be restored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-6384649112565645363?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6384649112565645363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=6384649112565645363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6384649112565645363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6384649112565645363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowing-in-my-hometown.html' title='Snowing in my hometown'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R9x1QKZIddI/AAAAAAAAACE/02w_lH6ODlw/s72-c/680887968663865935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-4909773351209219331</id><published>2008-03-08T16:32:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:08:35.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Musics</title><content type='html'>I like classic musics. such as &lt;a href="http://http//www.lyrics007.com/Andy%20Williams%20Lyrics/Moon%20River%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Moon River&lt;/a&gt;, Amazing grace.&lt;br /&gt;Classic musics can make me relax, calm and peaceful. sometimes I listen to them at home, but my children like pops, my little one likes some rock song. that sound makes him exciting and make me noise then angry, when my little one listen to its, I'm go to my bedroom and close the door. I talking about that with my friends, they said that represent we have a generation gap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-4909773351209219331?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4909773351209219331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=4909773351209219331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/4909773351209219331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/4909773351209219331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/musics.html' title='Musics'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-529008619072947639</id><published>2008-02-19T11:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:03:15.235+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology to the stolen Genernations</title><content type='html'>I think the Australian government saying sorry is an important thing to Aboriginal people. I agree with that. It is a long time hurting for Aboriginal families and a bad history for Australia. We need to recongise it. we live in the land and the same country, we need a fair society and we have to respect everybody's culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080676089035702430-529008619072947639?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/529008619072947639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=529008619072947639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/529008619072947639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/529008619072947639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/02/apologising-to-stolen-genernations.html' title='An apology to the stolen Genernations'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080676089035702430.post-6211871353016180603</id><published>2008-02-19T10:06:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:44:17.997+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R9IuXaZIdcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3WcnM6SWV2o/s1600-h/Pon_Zi_-_pants--large-msg-116491482679.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R8jUT9yL0jI/AAAAAAAAABg/JboUCD_54rg/s1600-h/1189574899-18835382271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R8NkznFKorI/AAAAAAAAABY/WjbRtVjUl4E/s1600-h/report[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R7psZXFKooI/AAAAAAAAABA/Iq4CfJNRvx4/s1600-h/IMAG0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168562705309278850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R7psZXFKooI/AAAAAAAAABA/Iq4CfJNRvx4/s200/IMAG0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/SAL9JRPRZcI/AAAAAAAAADA/AOPZ1AycYUU/s1600-h/1189574899-18835382271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188988056372340162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/SAL9JRPRZcI/AAAAAAAAADA/AOPZ1AycYUU/s200/1189574899-18835382271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R7ocWXFKokI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7uIF-5kH1BM/s1600-h/guizhou-016645.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My name is comee. I' m from China &lt;a href="http://www.travelchinaguide.com/cityguides/guizhou/"&gt;GuiZhou&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my blog. Now I&lt;br /&gt;live in Sydney.I have three children, the older one is in high school and the second one is in the primary school, but the little one just two and half. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6080676089035702430-6211871353016180603?l=comee2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6211871353016180603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080676089035702430&amp;postID=6211871353016180603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6211871353016180603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080676089035702430/posts/default/6211871353016180603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comee2008.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>COMEE2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088418929740878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/S1rTFD6fz7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tZLIRamYqP0/S220/Photo0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Z3dgpb378/R7psZXFKooI/AAAAAAAAABA/Iq4CfJNRvx4/s72-c/IMAG0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
