Dear Pal,
How’s life? I’m okay here and i am writing this letter because i want to tell you about my school life here.
You know, I’m staying in hostel now. I’m staying here with my friends and upperclassmen.For school there’s not many different from other shcool. well, it’s school. umm… are you still playing that game? If yes text me ‘kay. ummm… i can’t think of something to talk about even thought this letter still have much space haha. I think that’s all i want to tell you.
Regards,
Bisma
Animal Instinct
One day a jobless young woman was walking to her house until she saw social worker in front of her house. she ran to her house but the social worker stopped her. She said that she would be interviewed in two days, but social worker still took her children to children aids. She tried so hard to make social worker did not take her children, but what she did was no use and her neighbors could only watch it from their yard.
On the night she cried in her kitchen and thought how to take her children and in the morning she came to children aids. by disguissing in black wig she took her children and went to her car. She forced her children to enter the car than she drove the car while while she removed her wig. Her children were happy to know the woman who kidnapped them was her mother. then the travelled by car.
On the way the car was broken, so the young women fix the car while the children playing on the field. On the night they at a restaurant. The children ate ice cream, the seemed very happy. The young woman checked her money and she knew that she couldn’t pay the ice cream, so she ran away from restaurant when the waitress did not notice them. some minutes later, the waitress came to give the bill, but she only saw an empty table.
The young woman and her children slept in her car. The next day they continued their journey. they stopped by on a flower garden they played bubble. On the night they stayed in a motel and in the morning they continued their journey again. On the way the car was broken again and the went to the south by bus.
Moh. Nurul Fajar Anshori is one of my classmates. He was born on 29 Juni 1996 in Pamekasan.
He was studied in Junior High School 1 Pademawu and now he studying in Senior High School 3 Pamekasan.
when he was in Junior high school he had favourite teacher. His favourite teacher is Mr. Nurul. He liked him because he never gave homework.
He had a best friend. His best friend was Haluan Haris. He often ate rujak together with Haluan..
When holiday he usually watch television. his favourite program on television was Dragonball.
His most exiciting experience is when his best friend gave him shirt on his birthday.
My name is Bisma Aji Manggala. I was born in Bangkalan on 2nd of march 1997.
I graduated from SMPN 1 Bangkalan. I’m from Bangkalan. I’m staying in boys dorm of SMA 3 Pamekasan.
On Tuesday, September 04, 2012. I was starled. My english teacher just got in but immediately called my name and two of my classmates. I have no idea why she called us. My english teacher get mad us. She mad at us because we haven’t submitted our personal blog address.As punishment she gave us the task of make a recount text and post it on the blog. The recount text tell about this experience.
I regret because i didn’t submit my personal blog address as soon as posible. I’ll try not to repeat this mistake next time.
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