<?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-8439922</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:35.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judyfang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111696375742311979</id><published>2005-05-25T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T03:42:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your truth</title><content type='html'>I know you have your own way. You can choose what you want to do, and the way you want to do. You don’t understand that something you did was unacceptable by others. You believe what you have done were all right. You don’t know some times we have to consider else people’s feeling, you are inconsiderate. If you still insist your truth, you’ll be isolated in some day. I tried to help you, but you didn’t like to listen. I know you don’t like to be didactic, although this will help you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard some voices that bad with you. I’ve heard more and more bad from who were your friends. They told me that you are very negative, learning bad things quickly, and a spoiler. I want to tell you that we can’t do the things only follow our feelings, but I’m afraid that will break our friendships. I suffer the thoughts almost everyday, but have no chance to speak this to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111696375742311979?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111696375742311979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111696375742311979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111696375742311979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111696375742311979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-truth.html' title='Your truth'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111648812270437906</id><published>2005-05-19T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:44:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that the zoo has useful purpose.</title><content type='html'>I think that the zoo has useful purpose because it can make children happy, let people see more animals that we can’t see ordinary, and provides an entertaining place for people. Every body knows the kids like to go to the zoo. We can teach them that there are still many different kinds of animals besides cats, dog, and rabbits. We can add children’s knowledge through going to the zoo. We don’t want children always play TV games, and they don’t want always being at home. The zoo is a good place to go.&lt;br /&gt;We can have many interacting by the process of knowing animals in the zoo. In the zoo, we can see more animals from the whole world. We can’t see the polar bear on the road, right? We can not see the animals as common as our pets in the zoo. The zoo always has performs of animals, so it provides an entertaining place for people. To sum up, I think that the zoo has useful purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111648812270437906?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111648812270437906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111648812270437906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111648812270437906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111648812270437906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-that-zoo-has-useful-purpose.html' title='I think that the zoo has useful purpose.'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111588358280160038</id><published>2005-05-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:04:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I will be in the future?</title><content type='html'>I would like to be an interpreter in the future. I think an interpreter is a very important occupation in many ways. For example, some countries still only speak their own languages, just like Japan and South America. In this time, an interpreter shows its importance. We can’t consider that body language is very helpful, so I want to be the intermediary between the different languages. There were some translation's errors between one country to another country, and it caused misunderstanding. The errors made two countries fight finally. If there is no translater in the world, Andersen’s fairy tales would not be so popular in the world so far.&lt;br /&gt;An interpreter is so important, and it has some benefits. If I am an interpreter, I can see the firsthand movies or novels before anyone else, I would be respected by others, and I can experience more than the usual time. Although some interpreters have the pressure, it pays high salary. I have to see more foreign movies, sing more foreign songs, and even go abroad. Studying hard is the most basic necessary work. I want to be an interpreter because I am interested in the languages. I hope I can help people to understand what a foreigner says, and there must have no any error.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111588358280160038?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111588358280160038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111588358280160038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111588358280160038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111588358280160038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-i-will-be-in-future.html' title='What I will be in the future?'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111526667728637054</id><published>2005-05-05T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:17:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is the warmest place in my life</title><content type='html'>University is a place where can happen variegated things and it really happened some matters to me that make me like to go home. When I entered my university at the beginning, I was so happy and had lots of expects about my university life. I thought I don’t have to see the faces of my high school’s teachers; I could sleep not that early like when I was a high school student, and my parents could not discipline me. What’s a beautiful thing that I had a university to attend.&lt;br /&gt; I didn’t miss home. Some day, my mother called me. She asked me how the life in the university is, and told me some trifles in home. Suddenly, I missed home very much. I thought I played too much, and forgot to care for my family. They’ve never forgotten me. At the moment, I think home is the warmest place in my life. No matter what have I done, they forgive me, or support me. No matter how I feel, they would like to share. I like my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111526667728637054?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111526667728637054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111526667728637054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111526667728637054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111526667728637054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-is-warmest-place-in-my-life.html' title='Home is the warmest place in my life'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111457508188079684</id><published>2005-04-27T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:11:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Literature mid-term exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;      This week is the week of mid-term exam, and the first exam we met was Western Literature. Everyone has study harder than usual, and so do I. I had study my Western Literature through the night on Monday because I didn’t want to be failed again. I was in the classroom on time, but the professor was late, with no any examination paper, even the textbook. While all of her students were wondering what’s happening, the professor said she had to receive another very important professor, so she didn’t bring the paper, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;        I know she’s a person who likes to laugh, but I don’t understand why she could be mad in just a moment. She was angry at the student who couldn’t hand in the paper on time. She thought it’s our problem, not hers. I know we have to do the time work outing, but when she said the words, has she thought about herself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111457508188079684?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111457508188079684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111457508188079684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111457508188079684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111457508188079684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/04/western-literature-mid-term-exam.html' title='Western Literature mid-term exam'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111406072818636507</id><published>2005-04-21T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:18:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood donation-revice</title><content type='html'>Failing to donate my blood frustrated me. I’m always happy to give my blood to people who need it. I thought it’s a good way to help people. I couldn’t donate my blood successfully this time because the nurse told me that maybe I was too tired to have a donation. I remembered that I had a basketball competition before the day I donated my blood. I was on the diet because I have to weigh my weight. I had stayed up late for several days. She also said that my hemoglobin is too low to donate. She had stabbed into my finger and inhaled three blobs of my valuable blood! I just couldn’t believe it and made my acceptation. Although I failed this time, I think I would donate my blood continually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111406072818636507?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111406072818636507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111406072818636507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111406072818636507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111406072818636507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/04/blood-donation-revice.html' title='Blood donation-revice'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111224706238194667</id><published>2005-03-31T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:31:02.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;     Failing to donate my blood frustrated me. I’m always happy to give my blood to people who need it. I thought it’s a good way to help people. I couldn’t donate my blood successfully this time because the nurse told me that maybe I was too tired to have a donation. I remembered that I had a basketball competition before the day I donated my blood. I was on the diet because I have to weigh my weight. I had stayed up late for several days. She also said that my hemoglobin is too low to donate. She had stabbed into my finger and inhaled three blobs of my valuable blood! I just couldn’t believe it and made my acceptation. Although I failed this time, I think I would donate my blood continually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111224706238194667?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111224706238194667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111224706238194667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111224706238194667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111224706238194667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/03/blood-donation.html' title='Blood donation'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111160605323960817</id><published>2005-03-24T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:27:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanup</title><content type='html'>I heard that the students who lived in dormitory have to clean the rooms they lived yesterday, but my roommates and I were not sure, and all of us didn’t know who and what time are coming to take grades. I only knew that if our room is too dirty, we can’t live here since next semester.&lt;br /&gt;  I heard a new this afternoon, ” It’s going to take grades at 5 o’clock to 9 o’clock.” We shocked by the new, and my roommates rushed to the dormitory because I wanted to donate my blood. When the miss stabbed into my left ring fingertip and inhaled 3 blobs of my blood to tested, she finally announced that my hemoglobin is too low to donate. I felt unbelievable because this is not my first time to donate my blood, but it’s the fist time I couldn’t donate successfully. She explained that maybe I’m too tired recently. Hmm... Maybe I should sleep more this afternoon. I turned backed to the dormitory, tried to do something to help my roommates. They had disassembled the windows and washed them already. What I could do was to install the windows back. It was not an easy job because we forgot which was belong to where. We had tried many different sides to install them back, and we also failed many times. After we placed them in the right place, we started to mop the floor by our hands. Finally, we got tired and just wanted to be cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111160605323960817?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111160605323960817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111160605323960817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111160605323960817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111160605323960817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/03/cleanup.html' title='Cleanup'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111100409707152811</id><published>2005-03-17T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T04:14:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any true love in the world?</title><content type='html'>I saw a movie called” Closer”, it was about the love amount of four people. Closer is  describing two pairs of lovers meet by coincidence under the arrangement of the destiny, perform the field cleans rifle to go off accidentally of derail the romance. I remembered that the ending was so sorrowful because one pair of them were break up. Since then, I don't believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;After that movie, I saw another comedy named" Hitch ". Although it was a comedy, I think I saw the true love in it. I know it's a little complex emotion inside my mind. Hitch was about a love consultant. He helps men to pursue their love. Everything goes right but he got a trouble in his way to pursue a female gossip reporter. Anyway, it's not a tragedy so he succeeded in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen so many break up couples in the real world, but there still many in happines.  I confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111100409707152811?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111100409707152811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111100409707152811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111100409707152811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111100409707152811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-there-any-true-love-in-world.html' title='Is there any true love in the world?'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-111044527902438440</id><published>2005-03-10T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:58:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30:18</title><content type='html'>I got a second basketball contest between departments of college yesterday. At fist, my partners and I were a little nervous because I saw one of them was very heavy, and we were afraid of having bump with her. Then, we saw one of them seemed very good on basketball.&lt;br /&gt;  When the contest started, I try to let the scores' distance became bigger and bigger.The reason was that I had a part-time job at six thirty. At the first quarter, I got some points by accident. I didn’t practice when the captain told every young pioneer have to. The captain said that I have to make our team be in the lead fist, and then she could let me go. I saw the board in the medium rest, it was 11:08. We were the eleven. Good! After I was in the store where I work, my captain came. “Judy, let me told you the result. 30:18!!! We win!! And after the contest was over, we took the pictures with the board which written the score!” she said in excited. Okay… I got stimulate because I want to take the picture too. I was really happy about the result. It was the first win that foreign department got. It’s also my honor to share with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-111044527902438440?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111044527902438440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=111044527902438440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111044527902438440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/111044527902438440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/03/3018.html' title='30:18'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-110537942258330779</id><published>2005-01-11T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:02:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Part-time Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  I want to have a part-time job, something like in the drinks store or book store. Last week, our English composition class teacher, Michael Wu, let us to write a compositition about supporting teenagers to have part-time jobs when they are still students or not. I remember that I wrote I supporting and thinking it's a good idea because just like I have mentioned at first, I want to have a part-time job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  Still I want to have a part-time job, but my parents against me. They said I should concentrate on my tuition. If I want, I should wait until my studies are all pass in first grade. That means, my tuition is the most importance in my university life. I did'n gainsay it, but I think I could handle my studies well while I'm having my part-time job. I know my parents' words are good for me, so I should listen to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  When my boyfriend heard that I was trying to get a part-time job, he was angry. He asked me, " Are you lacking for money?" I don't understand why he got so mad on me because I think there's many advantages of having a part-time job. If I get the job, first, I can release my parents money's burden. Second, I can see variety of people, then I'll know how to tell apart who're good guys and who're bad guys. Third, I can make friends with my colleagues and from my job. I tried to convince of my boyfriend, but he said something that make me feel a little wavered. He said," Why don't you study harder now, and get a more paid job after you graduate from the university or graduate school in the future?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  Now I confused. Both of them are right, but I don't think I'm wrong. Who can give me a hand to make a decision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-110537942258330779?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/110537942258330779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=110537942258330779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/110537942258330779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/110537942258330779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2005/01/having-part-time-job.html' title='Having Part-time Job'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439922.post-109592780454172132</id><published>2004-09-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:16:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha...</title><content type='html'>I succeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439922-109592780454172132?l=judyfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/feeds/109592780454172132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439922&amp;postID=109592780454172132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/109592780454172132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439922/posts/default/109592780454172132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyfang.blogspot.com/2004/09/hahaha.html' title='hahaha...'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02533015368373331823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
