<?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-17781273</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:53:56.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><subtitle type='html'>It's my stupid blog. Anyone have any comment just leave your advice. thanks :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113575658530201966</id><published>2005-12-27T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:29:22.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly record of My diary after leaving NZ two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's kind of some pressures put on me, like the whole world weight stressing on my shoulder. I must do the best effort, as if passing the January Examination with pleasant mark that could let me feel relaxing. Otherwise, if I didn't get a good mark, I'll re-prepare the next exam in July 1st-2nd. It's really confusing me at all. The biggest examination system called College Entrance Examination; CEE, instead of the traditional exam which was held in July 1st to 2nd and just once to pass or not, kind of seriously unalternative rules. There are some better displacement, It's kind of improvement of education system learnt from occidental's. It's improving in more ways that universities can pick students they want, according to their specialized abilities; like some ranks of competition, projects, and certificates etc... , not only depending on their examination marks, kind of good, but spend more money, too. There are some public opinions arguing about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nevertheless, there are still some differences between two formal systems of colleges and universities. As I know, in some European countries, it can trace two different ways for teenage education, high school and college. Actually, the environment in Taiwan is oppositely different. As a result, students graduate from high schools and colleges; they would go to two different education schedules. First is the familiar one; university, and then is technology university. Colleges' belong to TUs and high schools' belong to Universities, sounds curiously enough. But fortunately, those students all have their rights to study in master and even more, depending on their money enough or not. Actually, the employment in Taiwan is totally different, too. Therefore, some youngs choose their own way after finishing their secondary educations, and sacrifice their rights but earn money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Somehow, there are even some more curious enough instances that choose to drop out. and actually, I am one of these queer guys. At the moment, perhaps I am practicing my writing.To be honest, I am afraid to fail on next examination because of my decadence in study. Sounds like a joke or nonsense, right? "Why are you afraid of it?" You must think so. Instead, unfortunately, in Taiwan my age is in the situation that nearby ages young males join the army for training citizens to do their citizenships. In instance, if I get a failure in the exam, I will definitely join the army to do my citizenship. Therefore, I must to study as hard as I could, it kind of push to increse the improvement of me, huhuh... I think the summation is the more I pay, the more I gain; everyone knows that. It always is an undying truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113575658530201966?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113575658530201966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113575658530201966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113575658530201966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113575658530201966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekly-record-of-my-diary-after.html' title='Weekly record of My diary after leaving NZ two weeks'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113430165078835989</id><published>2005-12-11T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:00:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown Re-type</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hundred years ago, some portuguese ships have visited my country, and called it "Formosa". The name still can be remembered in my country people's memoroes; it's Taiwan, and my hometown is located in the middle-west Taiwan, named Chung-Hua. It means to send and spread the joys and pure minds, so people in my hometown are kindly, warm, and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in my hometown is also warm, but it sometimes rains. It depend s on the climate, because there are four seasons in my country. It often rains when the seasons change, but the largest rainfalls are spread in the spring and summer, because of the typhoons, so we often take a day off if the typhoon is too strong and makes the environment dangerous. Even though, there re actually many interesting place in my hometown, the temple of Confucius, and statue of Budda, it's not only big as a building also symbolizes the religion of my hometown with variety inds. Take a short walk from Budda, you can see the shopping streets, and there are many snack shops surrounded there near the transport stop. Tourists most like area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are also some environment problems in my hometown.For example, if you drive a car or motobike, the traffic will make you feel annoyed, sometimes even with strange, queer car horking, and the other problem is advestising bars like signboard. There are too many adventising bars everywhere. It's seems like as scenery of my hometown, but they are so ugly. If I had the opportunity, I'll change that as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113430165078835989?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113430165078835989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113430165078835989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113430165078835989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113430165078835989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-hometown-re-type.html' title='My hometown Re-type'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113429753807910154</id><published>2005-12-11T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:29:02.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tasting experience in New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's my first time to go out for meal in New Zealand, because of my homestay family. They are vegetarians, and I am learing to eat, too. According to this, it is hard to order in restaurant, but fortunately, we got a change that have a meal in a restaurant named Fan-aunt in Eastshore, and they offer vegetarian food. Actually, the half part of restaurants in New Zealand seem like McDonald, just signboard are differently in Chinese word, but it doesn't matter, because I was hungry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Chinnese soup, pumpkin production, noodle, fried rice, fake-egg food that taste like egg, but actually not. First at all, before we started the meal, waiter sent the flower tea for oral-cleaning helping you to taste, and it tasted smooth, then we started the meal. During the time, the restaurant owner Fan-aunt make some conversation with us, we have talked about the Chinese provinces and area food's difference, how the meal was, and how friendly she is. Afterwards, she smiled and cared about how we tasted. She's so kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,we enjoyed the meal, even thought there are a lot of customers that come frome the global countries, and we sat together, like sardines, but actually it's still a treasurelike experience that my full stomach told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I said bye to Fan-aunt, and talked her about how crowed it and how much I enjoyed the meal. In Chinese explainment, it sounds meaning like customers are full, even in queue, so she was happy for the praise. I also promised her that I would adventise her restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113429753807910154?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113429753807910154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113429753807910154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113429753807910154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113429753807910154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/12/tasting-experience-in-new-zealand.html' title='The tasting experience in New Zealand'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113428219473461192</id><published>2005-12-10T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:24:48.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My science fiction: That's what I call play a role well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's a paragraph from class which was testing our listening and speaking, and I keep continuing the science fiction. Below is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to attract attention to myself, so I sat quietly in the back row. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that I actually went to sleep. At that moment, a flash coverd our class. The alien who came from Mars grabbed me and called me brother, and he just ask me to go back to Mars, and become the king of the empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Afterwards, I told my Mom and Dad -in law, they are agree and proud of me that it's what a incredible miracle to me. So I just followed my brother back to his spaceship which is made by himself. We flied and crossed the atmosphere. But unfortunately, when we left earth, our starship was smashed by a space rubbish which is dropped by human. "shit~we got May Day." my brother Sam said. We take on life buoys to escape. Luckily,we absoluately escaped without any injury, but we flaotted day by day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Actually, the sorrow didn't leave us at all,we found that the translator was broken, so we kept coversation by body language.Even though, there is still a biggest problem that Sam's legs, arms, and body, even fingers are queer, so I misunderstood him for thousand times. Because of that, we got a thousand-days row during our floatting tour. Eventually, we were catched by the rescue ship which came from Mars. We fell on Mars safely,and I receive people's praise and become the lord of Mars.Now, we are trying to create innovative protection and making a hidden underground world that "rubbish maker" would not figure it. Shhhh...Don't speak out.huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113428219473461192?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113428219473461192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113428219473461192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113428219473461192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113428219473461192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-science-fiction-thats-what-i-call.html' title='My science fiction: That&apos;s what I call play a role well'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113277912786195998</id><published>2005-11-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:14:01.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When have I felt really embarrassed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone has probably had the experience of doing something stupidly when you were a child and being noticed by other people. It still happens now even when I am 20, but I think it's more strange situations that make me feel embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I misunderstand others' opinions, advice, and comments, even expressions, and most of them make me feel embarrassed after the event which is not confident about. I think sometimes the anxrious feelings are just following the speaking, and one of the reasons is that I don't talked clearly and correctly, so people can't understand my meaning, it's such an embarrasing situation. It has just happened in class, but I've already gotten the problem of me. I especially need to incease my vocab which is the most important thing. Secondly, I think my accent is a problem, too. It may be just as Bron or Karen has said. Some Asians usually want to speak fast, but it's a common situation that they don't be speak out clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113277912786195998?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113277912786195998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113277912786195998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113277912786195998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113277912786195998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-have-i-felt-really-embarrassed.html' title='When have I felt really embarrassed?'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113127818542552573</id><published>2005-11-05T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:32:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a painful experience about a classmate who moved into a new single room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The story she told me was so unbelievable! What disgusting accommodation! It could happen to  any one who rents a house. Below is the story that truly happened one month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the date she moved into her new single room, she took her suitcases and some other heavy items. It was tiring for a female to do this work, so she was sleepy because of tired. When she woke up next day,she found she felt a strange itch and some sore spots on her skin. She didn't know what the problem was. She got struggle in the midnight while the week , but she got to school with the tired situation. In the second week, some schoolmates told her that maybe she had been bitten by insects like fleas. Suddenly, she realised that was the problem, and during the second week she tried any methods that could reduce her pain and banish fleas from her room, but it was nothing had any effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, she got some advice from a teacher in the third week. She saw the doctor and took some medicine for external use in the fourth week. Although she found a solution, the situation was continued and didn't get better. What an awful situation that finally she didn't use the medicine because of its useless until now. I hope she will be able to solve her serious problem as fast as she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113127818542552573?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113127818542552573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113127818542552573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113127818542552573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113127818542552573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-painful-experience-about.html' title='What a painful experience about a classmate who moved into a new single room'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113123389474980947</id><published>2005-11-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:16:03.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe a place: My hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The place I want to describe is my hometown, which is located in Middle Taiwan. There's a landmark which is the image of Budda, it's in mountain Ba-Gua, and there is a sightseeing area around it, so many tourists go there. After leaving the mountain, you can see the city library and a temple to a famous historical person from 2556 years ago named Confucius, and there are many snack shops near the temple. Take a short walk, and you'll be at a shopping area called Youn-Lur shopping street which is famous in Chung-Hua.It's my hometown what I want to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113123389474980947?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113123389474980947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113123389474980947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113123389474980947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113123389474980947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/11/describe-place-my-hometown.html' title='Describe a place: My hometown'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113096998382218794</id><published>2005-11-02T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:43:43.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ambiton of a stupid guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;When I was younger ten aged, my ambition was to be a scientist. I also wanted to play sports as well as I could. However, now my ambition is to be a dentist and to fix my own teeth, The training takes seven years. I haven't fulfilled my ambition yet, and I think it will take some time to achieve. Another ambition is to travel in space. If I could, I would even like to be a cosmonaut like Misha, but I think this is only a dream. It's restricted by my phisycal stature and even having the opportunity to do it. What a coincidence probability!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113096998382218794?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113096998382218794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113096998382218794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113096998382218794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113096998382218794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/11/ambiton-of-stupid-guy.html' title='The ambiton of a stupid guy'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113075492646051252</id><published>2005-10-31T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:24:07.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Janice &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;maitland&lt;/span&gt; who works in the LLC. Before I stepped into the staff room, I thought it would be a serious situation that I did the interview, and the interview is the source of this biography. It is not enough to describe a person perfectly, but fortunately, It's not as I though, Janice is a patient person. Below is her biography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Janice is a New Zealander. she was born in Christchurch which is located in the South Island of New Zealand. She  lived there until she was thirteen years old. Then she moved North. When she was eighteen years old, she moved to Auckland, and lived in Auckland Until now. In Christchurch, her primary education was begun, and she was in Waikato Diocesan and finished her Secondary education. After that, she studied her BA and then an MA in Auckland University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;During her BA and MA time, she met her Mr. Right who is now her husband. The strange experience was that she met her husband in a pit on an archaeological dig. They were both working of Aotea Harbour which is between Raglan and Kawhia Harbours. What a fairy tale in the story is! They have a son and a daughter. Although they are often not at home together, it's clearly  a warm family. While her children were young, she has visited Sydney, Malaysia, France and Fiji twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Between her job and the domesticity, she also does her hobbies:painting,writing poetry, and gardening, and the most important; listening to music. She always plays music from the time she gets home to bedtime. She likes all kinds of music, most 14th and 15th century, classical music as well as modern music. The music played everynight in her studio near by her bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113075492646051252?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113075492646051252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113075492646051252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113075492646051252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113075492646051252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/10/biography.html' title='The biography'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113063755635831417</id><published>2005-10-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:50:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7822/1721/1600/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7822/1721/400/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This is the picture that i have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you identify how many layers?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not only this version. I had tried for 3 more different mode to show the major meanning. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The comic is named Death Note as the name showed in the bottom of picture. The story was about a book the Death own. The Death can write down which people MUST die on it. The story began with the Death losing the book in a human world. A nice story with a lot of deduction, but people often don’t want to read in a comic with lots of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113063755635831417?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113063755635831417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113063755635831417' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113063755635831417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113063755635831417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-play-photoshop.html' title='Let&apos;s play Photoshop'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113040510873082896</id><published>2005-10-27T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:39:09.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a stranger came to NZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I experienced a flight that was delayed when I flyed to NZ from Taiwan, which is maybe a common situation that occupied with the weather. When I was on the way to the airport named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cksairport.gov.tw/CKSeng/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Chiang Kai-Shek International Airport R.O.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;,we received a call that said the plane was delayed for one hour. I was a little bit angry and impatient. Finally we got to the airport and waited for check in, but the story hadn't ended yet, After having checked in, the plane was delayed again for another hour. The weather was really terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113040510873082896?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113040510873082896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113040510873082896' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113040510873082896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113040510873082896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-of-stranger-came-to-nz.html' title='The story of a stranger came to NZ'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-113035681220422735</id><published>2005-10-26T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:27:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe a person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I think the person that I want to describe is my Dad. He's not tall but strong and he's a patient adult,which I think most people are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;When I was born and before I was 10 years old, myDad took lots time to have the time with my family, when I was sick or I got a cold and my temperature was over 40, and when I was baby and I cried at midnight because I was hungry, or the sort of things that always happen to babies, he was always the most patient man. He never ever argued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-113035681220422735?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/113035681220422735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=113035681220422735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113035681220422735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/113035681220422735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/10/describe-person.html' title='Describe a person'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-112988299534733381</id><published>2005-10-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:27:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The story was happened when I was ten years old. I was in my PE class and it was nearly the break time. The children were ready to run off to play. When the bell rang, I also ran and turned the corner, but then I felt someone step from behind on my right shoe. Suddenly, I lost my balance and slipped. I crashed into a fence made of metal and cement. I knew I couldn’t cry at the moment so I stood up as soon as I could, but I still felt dizzy and a little bit shocked. My head ache so I pressed on the wound on my head. I had no time to figure out who did this because the blood spilt along my arm and dropped on the floor. So I walked to the heath centre to find the nurse to help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;In the end, an ambulance came and took me to the doctor. I lost lots of blood and have four or five stitches and a huge bandage round my head. This was the first time that something really bad happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17781273-112988299534733381?l=huaipiunitec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/feeds/112988299534733381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17781273&amp;postID=112988299534733381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/112988299534733381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17781273/posts/default/112988299534733381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huaipiunitec.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-time-story.html' title='My first time story'/><author><name>Cloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06682475358638054671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/8478/320/mktp2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781273.post-112915191528969660</id><published>2005-10-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:29:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am learning English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;English is the common language of the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and I think my English skill is not good.&lt;br /&gt;This is the main reason why I learn English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;By the way,it's my first time trying to blog on blogger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;so I'm excited and a little bit nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;As a result, I am a beginning learner I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This term I am going to try more methods to practise my English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Trying to do everything in English is useful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;so I think every kind of learning is a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I think I'd like to watch films and other activities in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And I should be more confident about trying new vocabulary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and using English to my hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;For example, to do blog and read news on internet by English version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's the way to ward off the nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'd like to watch films, but sometimes I have trouble with vocab,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;By the way,I think I used my time not enough in learning English,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;learning takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Language is the tool to connect the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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