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It was just after the Wenchuan Earthquake on 12th May, 2008 that I met Barry Furukawa and his daughter and another american family that I did not know their names. I sang the song of "Itsy bitsy spider" to amuse the girl. I know your people have a song similar to mine, but the following words are quite mine! Stop lying, USA! Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout Down came the rain And washed the spider out Out came the sun and dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again

Declan Galbraith is famous now, but he had robbed me of my song when he met me in Beijing in 1999. It happened in the corridor before my dorm in UIBE where I sang the song, "An Angel". He came from another dorm beside mine and smiled gently as he watched me singing. After that, he came to me and we embraced.

What would happen to us since we are determined to have an economic crisis from the year of 2015 to 2017? It is also man-made and made-in-China. Are we going to be poor? Ms. Hillary Clinton said "Yes" to the world and believed that we would become a country of the poorest. I am afraid that she was right to make the conclusion, and I hold the same opinion of hers towards our economics. Generally our problem comes from the policies of low-paying people and screwing the lowest-paid labor. Our Chinese tycoons are hungry for such cheap resources of nature, labor and mentality. They travel everywhere to conquer and astonishingly win. However, with the rising independence of economy, it has been becoming more difficult for them to find so nice a place to conduct their policies beyond China, even in Africa. So what would happen when we come to the end of our striving?

I saw them both one night in the corridor before my dorm when I was still a college student of UIBE in 1999 in Beijing. Ms Clinton stared at me like an heroin and Ms Merkel stood with her back towards me. She did not turn around until a lightning passed by her side. Then I greeted her in German, "Guten Nacht!" Ms Clinton claimed me to be arrogant and asked me why I had never greeted her as politely as I had done to Ms Merkel. I answered in my language rather than Chinese and said to her: "Yawohl!" Ms Clinton was shocked with this word and wondered why I had spoken German to her. I told her it was a word from my own language that my people use among ourselves. At the point, the two leaders were both astonished because I could see their mouths widely open. Later, I asked Ms Merkel about Aldof Hitler and his search for my people. I wanted to know what we could have done for him. On saying that, I used my magic power and attracted an iron ball of a basketball's siz...

You robbed me of my song, Only Time, Ennya!

Wuyi, the tyrannical bitch, felt jealous of my love towards my roommate and requested me to have sex with her, even though she knew it was impossible. Once I was seized into a prison where I saw a poor guy with his belly split open from the neck to the navel button, and shortly when the man was completely eviscerated, I put by force the head of Wuyi into the empty chest. The witch screamed and fainted. She was such a despised whore that she would have taken revenge on me. When it came, one of her hatchet men took from his bag an amputated arm out of its plastic wrapper. Then, the damned son of bitch compelled to touch my body with that horror tool of gooseflesh.

Guillermo del  Toro, the director of Pan's labyrinth, robbed me of my ideas about the film in 1999, when I was studying in University of International and Economics, in Beijing of China. I believed it was the Chinese Government, especially Wuyi and her superior (Jiang Z M), who had helped him with the aid of spies and seld my ideas cheaply to Cuba to please their communist partners. The spies were  a Jewish farther and his five-year-old son, who had refused me to have their names. I had tried to amuse the boy by telling some stories that I compiled by myself because he appeared to be lonely and sad.  I played the role of Pan and danced, but I shall never know the name of the  silent boy.