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Jika ada teman SettiaBlog dari SMA Negeri 1 Bojonegoro baca bahasan SettiaBlog, pasti akan bilang, dapurmu Settia....Settia....tugas Bahasa Inggris e ndak pernah di kerjakan gitu kok, buat bahasan pakai sok Inggris". He...he...lha masak tugas kok di suruh translate terus. Cerpen, novel segitu panjangnya di suruh translate. Sebenarnya waktu itu SettiaBlog kerjakan, yang SettiaBlog translate cuma yang awal dan yang akhir, yang tengah ya asal tulis. Lha gitu kok sama pak Ari es di teliti semua e. Tapi waktu ulangan akhir nilai SettiaBlog kan tinggi, ndak nyontek lho. Beneran SettiaBlog ndak nyontek, kakak kelas yang duduk di samping SettiaBlog, mbak Utami namanya, itu yang SettiaBlog suruh kerjakan soal SettiaBlog. Itu kan ndak nyontek, lha wong dia yang kerjakan semuanya. Sebelum adanya zonasi anak - anak SMA Negeri 1 Bojonegoro itu banyak yang jenius lho, bahkan banyak yang jadi pilar negara.
Waktu itu bu Mami Martoemi tiap lihat SettiaBlog berjalan di teras kelas tempat dia mengajar pasti akan mengeraskan suaranya dan bilang, bocah - bocah, tahu ndak, teman kamu di ruang sebelah lho, ndak godak (bisa) Bahasa Inggris kok bawanya buku Bahasa Jepang dan Bahasa Korea. Yang di sindir bu Mami itu SettiaBlog. Bu Mami Martoemi ini sangat sayang dengan SettiaBlog, setiap SettiaBlog melakukan hal yang ndak semestinya, pasti di ingatkan. Pesan dan nasehat ibu Mami dan guru - guru lain akan selalu SettiaBlog pegang kok dan untuk kebaikan sesama.
Jika ada teman SettiaBlog dari SMA Negeri 1 Bojonegoro baca bahasan SettiaBlog, pasti akan bilang, dapurmu Settia....Settia....tugas Bahasa Inggris e ndak pernah di kerjakan gitu kok, buat bahasan pakai sok Inggris". He...he...lha masak tugas kok di suruh translate terus. Cerpen, novel segitu panjangnya di suruh translate. Sebenarnya waktu itu SettiaBlog kerjakan, yang SettiaBlog translate cuma yang awal dan yang akhir, yang tengah ya asal tulis. Lha gitu kok sama pak Ari es di teliti semua e. Tapi waktu ulangan akhir nilai SettiaBlog kan tinggi, ndak nyontek lho. Beneran SettiaBlog ndak nyontek, kakak kelas yang duduk di samping SettiaBlog, mbak Utami namanya, itu yang SettiaBlog suruh kerjakan soal SettiaBlog. Itu kan ndak nyontek, lha wong dia yang kerjakan semuanya. Sebelum adanya zonasi anak - anak SMA Negeri 1 Bojonegoro itu banyak yang jenius lho, bahkan banyak yang jadi pilar negara.
Waktu itu bu Mami Martoemi tiap lihat SettiaBlog berjalan di teras kelas tempat dia mengajar pasti akan mengeraskan suaranya dan bilang, bocah - bocah, tahu ndak, teman kamu di ruang sebelah lho, ndak godak (bisa) Bahasa Inggris kok bawanya buku Bahasa Jepang dan Bahasa Korea. Yang di sindir bu Mami itu SettiaBlog. Bu Mami Martoemi ini sangat sayang dengan SettiaBlog, setiap SettiaBlog melakukan hal yang ndak semestinya, pasti di ingatkan. Pesan dan nasehat ibu Mami dan guru - guru lain akan selalu SettiaBlog pegang kok dan untuk kebaikan sesama.
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps,
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this song is to let you know why
Counting my footsteps,
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this song is to let you know why
I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition
And my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition
And my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps,
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this song is to let you know why
Counting my footsteps,
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this song is to let you know why
s friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
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