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Keke.Bao giờ cho đến nghỉ hè!
Học học học!!!!!!
Bùn ngủ +_+
Chỉ cần 7 điểm thôi,con sẽ nhịn cơm 3 ngày!
Nhịn cơm=ăn pizza;))
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Đấy-đống status của thằng Vương Dương(rất dở hơi và cứ 15 phút lại thay đổi 1 lần)mà nguyên 1 đếm thức để học bài tôi dã dỏng cổ ngắm nghía.Lúc đó tôi thậm chí còn nghĩ:"Mình mà có SSM á,còn lâu mới giăng lên những câu nhảm như thế!".Nhưng tất nhiên là mình ko có.Tôi có phải là nhà tỷ phú như nó đâu!Biệt thự to đùng nhà nó ngay bên kia sông.Khu VIP.Nhà tôi bên này,gọi là khu"lìu tìu".Tất nhiên,nhà tôi là 1 nhà "lìu tìu".Mang tiếng ở chung cư,cơ mà là sân thượng của chung cư cơ.Cũng đi thang máy,xong rồi phải trèo lên 2 chặng thang bộ nữa!
Nên,cho dù ai đó có SSM thấy cũng "phình phường" thôi,thì với tôi,cứ như là phải có cả 1 rừng cây 4 lá thần kì,1 triệu sao rơi,1 tỷ hạc giấy cho cái may mắn này!
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Từ hồi có SSM,việc đầu tiên tôi làm khi vừa bò ra khỏi giường là nghĩ:Có mẫu gì mới cho status của mình nhỉ?Và việc cuối cùng trước khi tôi lăn ra ngủ là lẩm bẩm:Để status gì trong lúc ngủ bây giờ?
Được cái,chẳng biết do thông minh jerami, hay khéo tay,status của tôi ấn tượng cực kì.Ờ thì về nội dung,có thể đầy đứa sẽ bảo "chuối,sến"-như tôi đã từng nghĩ về status của thằng Dương.Nhưng về hình thức thì...chỉ có thể gọi là hoàn hảo!
Tôi mày mò tự tạo ra các kiểu cho status.Kiểu chữ ghép từ hình lá,hoa,sỏi đá giờ với tôi chỉ là trò trẻ con.Có kiểu graffiti mê hồn cho ban ngày,kiểu "đèn nhấp nháy"lung linh cho ban đêm.
Cho đến khi SSM bùng nổ và nhà nhà,người người bắn status lên trời,thì tôi đã "lên lão làng" SSM và ngang nhiên làm chủ tịch cái hội Status trời xanh của trường.Lần đầu tiên trong đời tôi làm lãnh đạo và có 1 đống"đệ tử" để dạy dỗ chế ra những status để đời!(Cũng may là trò này chỉ tốn nơ-ron thần kinh chứ ko tốn xiền.Ko thì tôi thua đứt Vương Dương!
Keke.Bao giờ cho đến nghỉ hè!
Học học học!!!!!!
Bùn ngủ +_+
Chỉ cần 7 điểm thôi,con sẽ nhịn cơm 3 ngày!
Nhịn cơm=ăn pizza;))
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Đấy-đống status của thằng Vương Dương(rất dở hơi và cứ 15 phút lại thay đổi 1 lần)mà nguyên 1 đếm thức để học bài tôi dã dỏng cổ ngắm nghía.Lúc đó tôi thậm chí còn nghĩ:"Mình mà có SSM á,còn lâu mới giăng lên những câu nhảm như thế!".Nhưng tất nhiên là mình ko có.Tôi có phải là nhà tỷ phú như nó đâu!Biệt thự to đùng nhà nó ngay bên kia sông.Khu VIP.Nhà tôi bên này,gọi là khu"lìu tìu".Tất nhiên,nhà tôi là 1 nhà "lìu tìu".Mang tiếng ở chung cư,cơ mà là sân thượng của chung cư cơ.Cũng đi thang máy,xong rồi phải trèo lên 2 chặng thang bộ nữa!
Nên,cho dù ai đó có SSM thấy cũng "phình phường" thôi,thì với tôi,cứ như là phải có cả 1 rừng cây 4 lá thần kì,1 triệu sao rơi,1 tỷ hạc giấy cho cái may mắn này!
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Từ hồi có SSM,việc đầu tiên tôi làm khi vừa bò ra khỏi giường là nghĩ:Có mẫu gì mới cho status của mình nhỉ?Và việc cuối cùng trước khi tôi lăn ra ngủ là lẩm bẩm:Để status gì trong lúc ngủ bây giờ?
Được cái,chẳng biết do thông minh jerami, hay khéo tay,status của tôi ấn tượng cực kì.Ờ thì về nội dung,có thể đầy đứa sẽ bảo "chuối,sến"-như tôi đã từng nghĩ về status của thằng Dương.Nhưng về hình thức thì...chỉ có thể gọi là hoàn hảo!
Tôi mày mò tự tạo ra các kiểu cho status.Kiểu chữ ghép từ hình lá,hoa,sỏi đá giờ với tôi chỉ là trò trẻ con.Có kiểu graffiti mê hồn cho ban ngày,kiểu "đèn nhấp nháy"lung linh cho ban đêm.
Cho đến khi SSM bùng nổ và nhà nhà,người người bắn status lên trời,thì tôi đã "lên lão làng" SSM và ngang nhiên làm chủ tịch cái hội Status trời xanh của trường.Lần đầu tiên trong đời tôi làm lãnh đạo và có 1 đống"đệ tử" để dạy dỗ chế ra những status để đời!(Cũng may là trò này chỉ tốn nơ-ron thần kinh chứ ko tốn xiền.Ko thì tôi thua đứt Vương Dương!
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the anjing and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the anjing got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a membagi, split detik and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a membagi, split detik and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
anda can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
anda are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
anda can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
anda are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of anda may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces oleh pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces oleh pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
This is for all the kids who are bullied oleh words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
anda yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I pindah on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
atau lift
me up.
Why must
anda hurt
me?
anda yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I pindah on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
atau lift
me up.
Why must
anda hurt
me?