Greenful ! =)

Tại sao năm nay mình học ngu dậy hãhã ? :((

5,55,5 ~> 66đ

Ko muốn nói về v.đề này nữa...Học ngu quá rồi chịu ko nỗi ! :(( Tu ko đ.c học ko xong ! :(( Cuồi tuần là chết với bà PhiYến rùi ! :(( Dọng bánh trung thu zô mặt bã mong là cô nhận nha cô ! :)) Bộ mặt con md lắm hả mấy cô mấy thầy hay sao gặp mình là cứ kêu tên ghi sổ đầu bài é ? Ừ đỳ đi con kêu Lợi đuổi hết nhanha :j Ko đùa đâu nhe :j Thôi nói nữa ói máu ko ăn cơm à ! =)

Có lẽ bh` bạn ko hiểu đâu, nhưng sau này bạn sẽ hiểu :'d

Nhưng q.trọng là lúc đó mình còn kịp để xl~ mình hay ko ? Hay là ko kịp nữa rồi ? =)

Mình loun chấp nhận và chờ đợi lời xl~ của bạn, nhé ! :)

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Anh như mang đến cho em nụ cười

Anh như mang đến cho em hạnh phúc

Để đêm mỗi khi em buồn

Anh mang đến cho em niềm tin

Nguyện mình yêu mãi trọn đời

Nguyện mình yêu mãi ko rời xa

Vì sao trăng lung linh sáng muôn màu

Niềm mong ước đắp xây dài lâu ấm êm tình đầu :"x

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No eDit :)

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The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.

The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.

I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.

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