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For many times, I have mentioned the duty of a housewife to Hillary Clinton, so that I could mock her bitterly enough to remind of her husband's scandal. I asked her how often she had usually cooked for her husband at home. Even though she refused to say anything, I could see her great depression through her sun-glasses, whenever I stressed the surname of her husband. One night, in the corridor before my dorm, Hillary smiled and said to me, :"Do you like putt-ing?" Her question surprised me, because her putt-ing sounded like pudding, which I had never tasted. She almost laughed out when I told her "I am not hungery. What do you mean?" Just then, a man bent over to walk before appearing before us. It was Vladimir Putin. He had hidden in another dorm next to mine. He shocked me when I recognized him. Putin almost rushed to me and tried to pull me down when I was asking their pardon of floating in the air like sitting. During the pro

You would never know how UN looks like unless you see it in Africa. In Uganda, there was a camping ground of UN near Entebbe International Airport, where I caught a glimpse of the multi- national organization.It looked like a site for some storehouses with a brick wall fence. Its legendary miracles were blasted after an unhappy contact with some of its employees in a guest house where I had worked as a hotel manager. The clients, living with their family, combined three Kosovars, three Indians, one Philippine, one Russian, and one African. They shocked me when I realised that UN might be another melting pot.Their visitors contained even Chinese and Indonesians. All of those UN guys were bossy in various degree. Mrs. Indian was a riddle, additionally snobbish and demanding. She would call me to her before the door, and shout her orders with the arms across the chest. Mr. Kosovar was a security guard, dominantly accoutred with a pistol in the yard. He would r

In 1999, when I showed miracles before the great leaders of this world, the Chinese government had presented USA with Me along with my brains. Accurately, Hillary Clinton picked my brains with the help of Wu-Yi, the Vice Premier of China. The song that I had sung before Hillary Clinton and Angela Dorothea Merkel,are now scattered across Britain and USA. They are including "Only Time" by Enya, "Baraka Allahu Lakuma" by Maher Zain, "An Angel" by Declan Galbraith. Even my pure music, Moonlight bay by Bandari, which I had hummed before the 2008 Wen-Chuan Earthquake, was stolen by an American family teaching English in Ning-Xia, whose boy I had called Goody Micheal. The design of the new-type tiltrotors was handed to an American Officer by me in person, when Wu-Yi refused to develope it in China.She had called my plan "useless". A third present for Hilary that I might recall now is a prototype drug, called eCD4-Ig, which