Wednesday, 19 November 2008

50 words story-2

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“I have an idea to cure you!” My mother said. I replied, “ I don’t need it.” She started the plan. I got new uniform and moved to new school. I am a girl but my new school is the boy’s school, which is full of disgusting boys. I afraid.

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I run to the corner. I strongly believe I can escape from him. When I turn the corner, I see the man, postman. He gives me the letter. I look at it and look back to him. He is gone. I open the letter and see his terrible order. “LIVE”

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Wednesday, 12 November 2008

50 words story

She is reading a book under the bright sunshine.
I decide to surprise her.

I walk close to her and before I tap her shoulder, I look at the page that she is reading and it says, ‘She is reading a book under the bright sunshine and…’



I can’t move.

thinking percentage in my brain






2% school days




33% Let me SLEEP!




14% delicious food




1% study




10% friendship




6% desperate for holidays




0.1% check my e-mail




0.4% send mails to friends




3.5% make calls to people who I know



13% surfing the internet



7% read books



4% homeworks which due to tomorrow



6% world issues



100% of me!


Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Barak Obama, the new president of America


Barak Obama is the new president of the United States.
He said he will make changes that everyone deserves.
He will be able to or not.
No one knows.
The changes just started.

Memories of kindergaten


I spent my most of the kindergarten time in Japan eventhough I am Korean. I couldn'd speak Japanese at all fo it was really hard to be in the kindergarten but the teachers and the friends were really kind and I started to learn Japanese by looking the name tag on the lockers. By my hard work and kind caring of the surroundings, I could make lots of friends and could be helped by the past learning right now.


I moved to Korea and I learned that Korean should not apeak Japanese which is irony because lots of Korean can speak Japanese. Korean just don't like Japanese and I became the target of the bully. I can't remember well but from my mother's words, I fought with them one day and I become friend with them. So strange.


Kindergarten time is really important to me even it has fade away. I can't remeber but all memories are still in my heart.