But the Chinese have another argument up their sleeve, which seems more plausible (and more modern).

The pattern of the sleeve is one of the characteristics of fashion in dress, varying in every country and period.

Various survivals of the early forms of sleeve are still found in the different types of academic or other robes.

The lightest touch of her arm the touch of a hand, the touch even of a sleeve, of a garment, as she put it on caused excruciating, burning pain.

Yes, Dima replied, brushing off a piece of half eaten fish that had gotten stuck to his right sleeve. I'd like to buy that one there.

They still do. Today s Russians hope that Putin, who blindsided his opponents with his annexation of Crimea, might have another daring trick up his sleeve one that will stabilize financial markets and revive the oil prices on which Russia s economy depends.

I hit my head on my desk. I broke my cheekbone, I got five stitches on my right eye.

I'll find my car on my own.

In Dubai, UAE, Iyad El Baghdadi complains Iyad_elbaghdadi God there's dust everywhere, in my eyes, in my nose, on my desk, between my fingers, in my glass, on my keyboard.

On my way to work, I ran into my uncle.

On my way to work, I ran into my uncle.

Yes, and on my servants and on my handmaidens in those days, I will pour out my Spirit, and they will prophesy.

And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit and they shall prophesy

He stepped on my foot on purpose.

Nathaniel Kahn on My Architect

I'll go on my own.

I'm on my way home.

My dreams were on hold.

MOSCOW My great grandfather, Nikita Khrushchev, has been on my mind recently.

Is there injustice on my tongue? Can't my taste discern mischievous things?

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

After my words they didn't speak again. My speech fell on them.

Yet I have set my King on my holy hill of Zion.

I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies.

And I remember putting my hands on the ground and feeling my life's blood emptying out of my neck and my mouth.

Behold, a hand touched me, which set me on my knees and on the palms of my hands.

I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

In addition there are my thoughts that are only published on my blog.

My travels to Afghanistan began many, many years ago on the eastern border of my country, my homeland, Poland.

At the evening offering I arose up from my humiliation, even with my garment and my robe torn and I fell on my knees, and spread out my hands to Yahweh my God

Nicole A touch on my back.

My mother is on a diet.

It really gets on my nerves.

This is my page on Facebook.

I prefer traveling on my own.

My name isn't on the list.

It also depends on my mood.

Don't put it on my desk.

In preparing the present report, I have drawn on my eight years' experience as Secretary General, on my own conscience and convictions, and on my understanding of the Charter of the United Nations whose principles and purposes it is my duty to promote.

And this metaphor in my head I got anagnorisis and peripetia on my chin.

He makes my feet like deer's feet, and sets me on my high places.

Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

I focused on my mudras, on the imagery of my dance, on the poetry and the metaphor and the philosophy of the dance itself.

She walked elegantly, like a giraffe on the African savannah, holding the flag on her shoulder. I jogged behind on my tiptoes holding the flag on my extended arm, so that my head was actually under the damn flag.

Addendum 2 reports on my visit to El Salvador, Addendum 3 on my visit to Guatemala, Addendum 4 on my visit to the Occupied Palestinian Territories, and Addendum 5 on the situation in the Darfur region of the Sudan.