
Saturday, February 17, 2007
My like short story





INTERNATIONAL LITERACY DAY
8th semtember
Looking straight into the eyes of his teacher, the firece Filipino outlaw said,"You taught me to read, so you are my best friend."Then he continued,"If you have any enemy in the village,I will kill him for you!"
--The missionary shook his hands with the outlaw.
"Brother,"he said,"my only enemy is ignorance.Help me kill that.Go home to your village and teach other."
My like song


CLOUD NUMBER NINE
Clue number one was when you knocked on my door
Clue number two was the look that you wore
And that's when I knew it was a pretty good sign
That something was wrong up on cloud number nine
Well,it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well,it may be wrong but baby,it sure feels right
And the moon is out and the stars are bright
And whatever comes is gonna be alright
Cause tonight you will be mine-up on cloud number nine
And there ain't no place that i'd rather be
And we can't go back but you're here with me
Yeah,the weather is really fine-up on cloud number nine
Now he hurt you and you hurt me
And that wasn't the way it was supposed to be
So baby, tonight let's leave the world behind
And spend some time up on cloud number nine
Well,it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well,it may be wrong but baby,it sure feels right
Well,it may be wrong but baby,it sure feels right
Well we won't come down tonight
Yeah,we won't come down tonigh
No, we won't come down tonigh
We can watch the world go by-up on cloud number nine
Bryan Adams
my short story


Money is Important
"Hello Nurse!Doctor have in"
Asked anviously,he is carry his baby and his wife is side.
"Yes! Doctor in"
Answering nurse,she is sitting in counter.
"My son is urgently be ill..",mother said.
"Yes ..Ok!First testwage is fail 3000 kyats"
"Oh!"
Father and Mother looked reciprocally.
"Oh! ... Nurse we has only 2000 kyats.Can after...!"
"It isn't!"
"We hasn't money. It is thruth.Don't lie..Please help my son life"
"Oh! No! I can't help.Can't exhibit clinic,Please get out!"
Father's and Mother's iris with filled with tear.
They are leaved from clinic be for search suitable clinic.
END
My eassy




I must be fool.I am not sleeping at night.
I am thinking for my blog.How do it for better.My expenses are high.I has be surrounded for credit.Now!I am not be sufficient send off money from home.I become slowly thin and weak.More know well taste of Internet,Not be free from.I am not learn by heart my school's books.How to do?A day to day,search for answer front of computer,I'd waste my time.But..It is different from with in possession life.I am not interesting for other jobs.I am not remember for eat.Please! Help me.
I must be fool.
I must be fool.
Teachers


Teacher are practioners of a noble and esstial art which, despite its complexites,amounts, to the "making and setting of right and wrong choices".The ultimate purpose of their endeavaur,is to instil in the student's minds a desire to search for choices of their own, to make indebendent intelleual decisions that pring from an intelligence refined by the teaching process.No good teacher ever wants to contour of another's mind.

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