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Scary experience in the bathroom.
I just got scared of something unknown that appeared in my bathroom.It wasn't a bug. I saw it right before I turned on the light.It was a black thing that was moving so fast on across the floor . As I turned on the light searching to search for it,I saw a thing on the wall near the sink.It was soft like a snail but without the shell.Im so really not sure if it was that thing I saw at the beginning..I keep wondering,,,,It was so soft...how could it move so fast to the wall with a in the blink of an eye.Im scared,what if it wasn't it. was something else ?Then there could be another scary unknown creature in my bathroom. Now Im scared to have a shower.[emoji][emoji][emoji][emoji]0 votedMarch 29, 20181drinking tea
Drinking tea is a ritual and refined way of showing taste in china. At the same time,pepole can take delight and develop an interest in tea. Drinking tea and chatting is the most popular way for Chinese people to spend time. In the past, daily life started by going to a famours teahouse. China's teahouse is like France's cafe. Pepole come here not only to drink tea,but also to discuss local news or to have heated discussions about topics of policy.
0 votedNovember 5, 20152About my businness test
The report aims to recommend a solution to the problems of Sorenson,one of our suppliers.
There were three types of problem that needed attention. Firstly, deliveries were late twenty four times , much more than last year, causing a lot of inconvenience. Secondly, the goods with unsatisfactory quality from Soreson made us loose customers and did not help us to build a favorable brand image. Thirdly, we are disappointed about their errors with invoices which caused a lot trouble.
It is concluded that Sorenson's costs are 20 per cent higher than our other suppliers.
We recommend that we need to turn to other suppliers. In addition, we must make a rule to check all invoices from suppliers! We should also find a good way to discuss this with Sorenson.0 votedOctober 24, 20150A HUNDRED CROWNS FOR A SONG
A HUNDRED CROWNS FOR A SONG
In old Paris, rich people and quite poor people used to stay close by each other. There was a very tall building, up four steps might be living a rich man, maybe a noble man; up eight steps lived a man not quite so rich; up twelve steps lived a man who did not have very much money. The higher you go, the poorer the people you find; the more steps the less money.
On the lowest floor of all, just below the building, was another cheap place where poor people could stay, it is this place where a cobbler used to stay and make and mend shoes, using(?) his thread or needle.
Up one step on the first floor, lived a very rich man, so rich that he didn’t even know how much money he had----so rich that he could not sleep at night trying to find out how much money he had.
Everybody knows that it is easier to sleep in the morning than at night. So nobody will notice when I say that this man lay awake all night and always fell asleep in the morning. But at that same moment the cobbler awoke. One morning when the man fell asleep, the cobbler got up and went to his workshop to work singing like a lark.
The man went to a friend, “I can’t sleep at night thinking about my money, and I couldn’t sleep in the morning because of listening to that cobbler’s song; what am I to do?” This friend was a wise man and gave him a plan.
The next forenoon the cobbler went to his workshop singing like a lark. The rich man went down the one step which led to the cobbler’s workshop; he laid there a leather bag filled with something that jingled. “Here you are, happy cobbler, I have come to give you a present of a hundred crowns.” “A hundred crowns, but I have done nothing, why do you give me this much money?” Shouted the cobbler very confused. But the rich man made no reply, put down the leather bag filled with a hundred crowns, and left. The cobbler immediately put the leather bag into any place he could think of, and kept switching it from place to place whenever he got the chance.
Finally on the sixth day he went up the one step which led to the rich man’s room. “Here you are kind sir, here is your hundred crowns. Now give me back my song.” The rich man went to another part of Paris where the cobblers are not so happy0 votedOctober 15, 20152
