<?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-4432309636815503665</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:30:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jetking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-3941133091654450327</id><published>2007-05-12T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:37:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Boys and Girls really That different</title><content type='html'>Are Boys and Girls really That different   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall-sports-meeting held in our high school every year is now started under the schoolmaster’s statement.  Although it is only October, it’s still hot as summer, especially in the noon.  The sun is going to kill everyone.  However, everybody is cheer loudly for their classes.  Now it goes on the most excited game the tug of war!  Each teem has a cheer squad made of five girls.  Five girls dressed in sports clothing.  They are all red and each of them have a stick in their hand.  They are the commanders for the tiger team.  They gave the command to tell their team when is the right time to pull.   The teem is made up of ten excellent and strong boys.  “One, Two,  Three! Pull!” The girls shouted slogans.  We could see they were nervous but they looked happy.  This was the tug of war between Team Tiger and Team Lion.    Ten boys were already tired.  But they were still excited.  They drag the rope so hard that they would not let the Team Lion have and advantages.  Obviously, in this game, boys are playing the labor roles because physically boys are stronger than girls.  The girls are playing the leading roles.  From the slogan, the boys know when to pull.  It controls the whole game and it is important.  Men and Women are playing different roles but a good corporation.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Are men and women different? They’re different anatomically, of course, but are they different in any other ways?  Do their hormonal differences influence their behaviors and attitudes?  Do they process information differently?&lt;br /&gt;Why in so many countries do people prefer boys than the girls?                &lt;br /&gt;The Planned Birth policy is the &lt;a title="Birth control" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birth_control"&gt;birth control&lt;/a&gt; policy of the government of the &lt;a title="People's Republic of China" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People%27s_Republic_of_China"&gt;People's Republic of China&lt;/a&gt; (PRC). It is known in Western society as the One-child Policy due to the required payment of a "social compensation fee" for couples having more than one child in urban areas. China's generally perceived pandemic &lt;a title="Overpopulation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Overpopulation"&gt;overpopulation&lt;/a&gt; problem, with the associated social and &lt;a title="Environment of China" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Environment_of_China"&gt;environmental problems&lt;/a&gt;, stimulated the government to take strong unique measures in population planning policy. The policy is controversial both within and outside China due to allegations of extreme methods such as forced &lt;a title="Abortion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abortion"&gt;abortions&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a title="Human rights" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_rights"&gt;human rights&lt;/a&gt; abuses by the local authorities.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, if the first born kid was a girl, most of the families would adope the kid and try to have another kid who they respected it was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;I am not against the planned birth policy.  The policy occurs with a reason.  If there are too many people in China, where are the money come from?  Who can feed their kids.  As I know there is no more room if 13million people all stand on the road.  It is so crowed.  However, there is another problem which is gender differences.  Wherever you go, it is always men first.  Man and Woman apply for the same job, man has more chances to get the job than woman.  Why is that happened?  Nobody can tell.  It is only because she is not a man.  Gender discrimination appears more often in twenties century.  What I want to say is that don’t look at things with color glasses.  Man and Woman are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was born in that time.  She knew many stories about other families.  Once the mother had a girl, the family didn’t seem to be as happy as they expected; especially her husband’s parents.  They wouldn’t blame their son but give a hard time to the wife.  They were so anxious to have a grandson that he could inheritance their family business.  It was their tradition, and nobody had doubted about that.  Some families could even expel the daughter-in-law just because she couldn’t bring a boy to this family.  At that time, no one could stand up and say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is different.  She married to my grandfather when she was 18.  My grandfather had the work outside to support the family, and my grandmother did the housework and take care her children.  She treated them all the same.  She is always fair to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-3941133091654450327?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/3941133091654450327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=3941133091654450327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/3941133091654450327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/3941133091654450327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-boys-and-girls-really-that.html' title='Are Boys and Girls really That different'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-4782683996114063812</id><published>2007-05-12T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:36:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>Working is for us, but not only for money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel free, drink a cup of tea, and think about this question: why people have to work and who do they work for? My father always says “oh I am so tired of working.  Even though I work so hard, I always get less paid.  Therefore knowledge is so important to us.  We should use our brain to make money but not only with hands. Making money is not easy.  You should be aware of what you get!”&lt;br /&gt;My mother now lives in America, but she doesn’t live in American style.  The Americans are only work when they feel like to work.  They also can choose what they like.  Moreover they get enough vacation to travel and get rest.  They change their works like they are changing the clothes.  I found that my mum always work extra time.  Double duty is so normal for her.  When her friends ask her to go out on weekends, she answered she had to work.  They were surprised by her reply.  They wondered how many hours does my mum have to work.  So Chinese were well-known as hard working people.  I know my mum that she only has the time for working or sleeping.  Maybe it because that my mum is a nurse, and for many reasons nurses are wanted in America.  It’s a good job because you can get good paid.  However, one couldn’t help stopping to get what they want; especially money is the biggest temptation.  You will never get enough.  You will get the money if you are keeping working and working.  On the other hand you are loosing the time to enjoy your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of people is they are working for money.  Although they may earn a lot of money, they may not happy of that. The reason is they are not doing what they like.  &lt;br /&gt;The other kind of people is who are working for their interests.  Even though they have to worry about what to eat, where to live, but they are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I didn’t have any work experiences.  But I think school work is somehow similar to working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school life in China is a life for parents.  Everything I do is because my father told me to do.  For long time, I never questioned that even if I didn’t like it.  But in America, we can take any classes I like.  I have freedom to do what I want.  Tome, I already get used to the past life style.  Before I do anything I have to get the permission from my parents.  There are always rules for everything.  When I feel so much pressure, I really want to tell them that not everyone graduated from college can have a successful life.  And there is no claim that one who didn’t go to college couldn’t succeed in the future.  The key is that if you have the determination and perseverance.  As an old idioms there is no such thing cannot be done, but only the people cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came to America, I have so much extra time.  I can do something else except schoolwork.  My mother bought a computer for me after.  At first I used it to contact my friends and families in China.  Later on I find a voluntary work for a clan of game. Basically I collect all the members’ information.  Sometimes I make some picture for the event the clan held.  At the beginning I just do it for fun.  Gradually, I found I had to take the responsibility that I had chosen.  Even though I did it for free, and I don’t get any paid or prize, but I like the job.  I got the satisfaction, pride and accomplishment instead.  These couldn’t be compared with money.  Almost every day, the first thing I do when I got home is opening the computer, just to see if some new members are having any problems.  I will worry about the clan, and I will get mad sometimes just because I love what I am doing.  It’s like a family.  I met a lot of friends.  Some are also like me live in America.  I am so happy to talk with them, work with them and see the clan is going well. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot of people will say “ I am glad to do what I want, but without money who will feed me; how can I support my family.  Spiritual enjoyment is meaningful to everyone.  However we have to have money to live.  Based on a website resource ,REGIONAL AND STATE EMPLOYMENT AND UNEMPLOYMENT:  MARCH 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Regional and state unemployment rates were generally unchanged or lower in March. Overall, 30 states and the District of Columbia recorded over- the-month unemployment rate decreases, 12 states registered increases, and 8 states had no changes, the Bureau of Labor Statistics of the U.S. Department of Labor reported today.  Over the year, jobless rates were down in 36 states and the District of Columbia, up in 9 states, and unchanged in 5 states.  The national unemployment rate was essentially unchanged in March at 4.4 percent but was down from 4.7 percent a year earlier.[1]&lt;br /&gt;Those people are still struggling for money.  It’s ridiculous to let them give up the chances and follow their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to argue with that because I totally agree with them.  But what we can do is not forget what we really want.  Don’t get lost when you are counting the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-4782683996114063812?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/4782683996114063812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=4782683996114063812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4782683996114063812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4782683996114063812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/05/working.html' title='working'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-7497553564558347334</id><published>2007-03-08T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:39:29.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyCareer</title><content type='html'>I would like to search the area of computer science in the future.  The most important thing is that we have to catch up with the new technology.   Technology is really changing so fast.   If we can't follow his step, we will fall behind.  I will talk more about it later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-7497553564558347334?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/7497553564558347334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=7497553564558347334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/7497553564558347334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/7497553564558347334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/03/mycareer.html' title='MyCareer'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-4058181248743531369</id><published>2007-03-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:20:20.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>I like this book so much because the plots are complicated and attractive.  The relationship among the characters is always changing.  The disposition is projecting.  I like the character which baba is.  He has sense of principle.  Everything he does he takes the full responsibility.  He won’t hide or escape by fear.  He took it like a man and a father.  On the other hand, Amir is “smarter” than his father.  He knew that what danger was.  Anything that was unfavorable for   him, he wouldn’t even try it.  He neither would stand for his friend because of fearless.  He wouldn’t tell the truth while his wife had told all her past.  He didn’t have the honesty and the courage.  It made me angry and sad for him.  Hasson was a purl kid.  He had no schemes.  Even though Amir was making fun of him, he was still loyal to Amir.  As Amir said, Hasson was loyal to him as a dog was loyal to its master.  That didn’t mean Hasson was a foll.  As a matter of fact, Hasson learnt things faster than anyone else which made Amir envy.  Finally, with the jealousy and hatred, Amir scheming made Hasson go away.  When he found out that they were brothers, he was too late to regret!  That was the most impressive part of the story on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-4058181248743531369?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/4058181248743531369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=4058181248743531369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4058181248743531369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4058181248743531369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/03/kite-runner.html' title='Kite Runner'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-8838101930576532414</id><published>2007-03-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:24:25.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woman should have rights</title><content type='html'>For men are physically stronger than women, they force women to do something.  Even though women are not willing to do, they could not refuse.  Men pulled rank on women!&lt;br /&gt;In the old days, men could have more than one wives, but women could not.&lt;br /&gt;Men could go to school and learn knowedge, but women were not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Men were the one rulled their kingdom, fer women were able to take part in politics discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting clear line between men and women.  Generally, they say that this is what a man does, not a woman can participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, discriminition are not allowed!  On the ohter hand women should have the rights to do what they want to do.  The word NO is spoken out of women's mouth  but not men!&lt;br /&gt;And how about health care.  Do we have the same rights as men? NOT every countries, especially in poor countries, women are even not allowed to go out on the street!  This is not fair. What differences between men and women that are not allowed women have the rights being themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should stand up for ourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-8838101930576532414?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/8838101930576532414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=8838101930576532414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/8838101930576532414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/8838101930576532414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/03/woman-should-have-rights.html' title='woman should have rights'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-5447435313393357568</id><published>2007-03-02T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:54.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>men and women</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, I think that a man should be stronger than a woman physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Men and women are equal are not always true.  Even though women now have the rights as men, but women and men are still totaly different and they cannot be equal.  Troditionally saying that men should be work for his whole family and support his children and wife, and women should stay at home and take care of the houseworks.   Did anybody question that why women cannot support her children and herself instead of doing the housework?  I think that is women are tender,virtuous, and men are hard grit.  so called male and female principle.   When they got married, they would be  harmony.  Of course there is no way of saying that which is better than the other.  They are incomparable.  They are both exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-5447435313393357568?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/5447435313393357568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=5447435313393357568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/5447435313393357568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/5447435313393357568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/03/men-and-women.html' title='men and women'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-568878770954417309</id><published>2007-02-14T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:47:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the snow</title><content type='html'>I live in Bloomfied which is not a big town.  It located in North New Jersey.  The climate is similar to my hometown in China.  It has four seasons in a year.  It's hot in summer and it's cold in winter.  Unlike some countries, we can see snow in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like snow a lot.  It's white, neat, soft, and.  I alway say that the color of snow in my hometown is pink.  But in fact we all know that is white.  Whenever it snows in America I  can't help thinking of the snow in my hometown.  It must be the same.  Everything is changed here except the sun, the noon, the stars and the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the classes today because it's really difficult to drive to school.  The snow is not soft anymore.  It's like with ice, that hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-568878770954417309?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/568878770954417309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=568878770954417309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/568878770954417309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/568878770954417309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow.html' title='the snow'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-7962133458381698101</id><published>2007-02-05T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:38:05.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NANJING MASSACRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.centurychina.com/wiihist/njmassac/"&gt;http://www.centurychina.com/wiihist/njmassac/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Japanese war crimes in China is known to the world .  They had killed millions of Chinese people.  And some of them deny their crimes.&lt;br /&gt;Not the number of people they killed proved their savage nature, but way they killed, the way they took pleasure in mutilating the victims' bodies... We should stand for ourselves.  We should have our own rights about this period of history.  It's China's humilation which every Chinese should remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Chinese, I don't want to say that every Japanese is hateful, but they should face the facts and be sorry for the facts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-7962133458381698101?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/7962133458381698101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=7962133458381698101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/7962133458381698101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/7962133458381698101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/02/nanjing-massacre.html' title='NANJING MASSACRE'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-6530305358325697428</id><published>2007-02-01T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:45:15.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWu4fnei33k/RcJrDTmP1tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FEysn6o8X3o/s1600-h/20070120_004533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026697838643369682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWu4fnei33k/RcJrDTmP1tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FEysn6o8X3o/s400/20070120_004533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the game I play``````&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWu4fnei33k/RcJq2TmP1sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vuG5w1oFpy4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026697615305070274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWu4fnei33k/RcJq2TmP1sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vuG5w1oFpy4/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4432309636815503665-6530305358325697428?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/6530305358325697428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=6530305358325697428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/6530305358325697428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/6530305358325697428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/02/r2.html' title='R2'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWu4fnei33k/RcJrDTmP1tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FEysn6o8X3o/s72-c/20070120_004533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-4956506761377236972</id><published>2007-01-30T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:40:46.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>college</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that it is already two thousand and seven.   Time flies so fast.  I have already been in America for two years.  This is my second semester in Montclair State University.  My first semester was going much faster than I thought.  I have not recognized all the buildings in this college yet.  I used to be a very quiet girl.  Everything I do I have to get the permission from my parents first.  I do not like to explore new things.  I prefer that everything stays the same and does not change too much. &lt;br /&gt;When I first got into college, I was very excited about college life.  It is a new start in my life.  Moreover, it is important and it will affect my life a lot.  I tried my best at the beginning of the first semester.  I was afraid to fall behind among others.  I worried too much so that I studied the book before and after the class.   I always finished the homework right after the class if I got the time.  Nevertheless, after a few weeks.  I found that the classes are so boring and the tests are somewhat easy.  Professors would not give any replay to your homework.  What I got is just the grades.  I know that he might tell you the information if I had asked.  However, I just do not understand that what the homework for in that way of grading is.  Several times I questioned myself what can I learn in college, the knowledge or how to fit in the society, or maybe the ability of studying by ourselves.  I spent a lot of times with the computer because I felt lonely I missed home.  So I find a way  chatting to Chinese friends.  After that I start to love stay with computer. When my friends are sleeping, I played games instead.  After a few weeks,  I started to addict to computer games. I started to sleep during the classes.  I even found a perfect excuse for playing games, which is computer science, is my major, staying with the computer is the best way to study my major.  I do not care about homework and tests any more.  I do not even have the time to care about it.  My college target changed to pass the class instead of getting straight As.  Next semester will be a new start.  I totally ruined my first semester.  I know that play too much computer games is not a good thing for me.  I should go out with friends and spent time with studies.  But I just can’t change that right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the reason why I change is that I still can not fit in America.  The language is the biggest problem.  I am too shy to speak to others.  Generally I avoid to speak to others on purpose.  I don’t want to have a lot of troubles so I chose to not bother others.  I became not care of anything even the grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I planned, I passed all the classes easily.  I found that I had wasted not only the money but also the precious time.  I remembered that my father always tell me that do not always blame other, find the problem from yourself.  I did not study not any professors’ faults hard.  I knew the problem was on me.  Only that I do not want to face it.  I keep running away from the facts but I do not like to solve it.  I still remember the first year when I came to America I missed my home so much.   I called my father and grandma almost every week.  I wrote letter s to my friends sometimes.  Now, look at myself, I really changed.  I will not call home until my father called me to tell me that it is the time to call my grandma.  I do not even like to spent the ten minutes to send E-mails to my friends which are more faster and convenience than the written letters.  Gradually I have accepted the life like this. &lt;br /&gt;If I can, I would like to change it.  I wish I could be the girl two years age.  But I am not sure if I have the determination and persistence to do it.  As I said, I do not like to change the way I live I am already accustomed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4432309636815503665-4956506761377236972?l=jetking1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/feeds/4956506761377236972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4432309636815503665&amp;postID=4956506761377236972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4956506761377236972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4432309636815503665/posts/default/4956506761377236972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetking1.blogspot.com/2007/01/college.html' title='college'/><author><name>Jetking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183883667696481322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/yzhao/img_38949239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432309636815503665.post-6036847763975434073</id><published>2007-01-30T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:39:35.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSELF</title><content type='html'>My name is Yu Zhao. I was born in China. I have been in America for two years. This is my second semester in Montclair State University. My major is Computer Science. I like the reading class because this class is different than others. It's not boring and we could have fun while learing. 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