Who can be my friend and teach me French for free?

Fire (part 2) - Continues from fire (part 1)- The firemen reached the scene 15 minutes after the fire began. They started to fight the fire demon with their water guns. It was effective!! The fire died and people who came to take pictures and talk excitedly about the fire started to feel bored and they dismissed. Four houses were burnt down. Nobody injured. Now the place has regained it's normal quietness but something is not quite the same. Every time I looked across the field, I see horror. Images of the fire still flash in my mind, reminding me how a place somebody called "home" can vanish in just the twinkling of an eye.

Fire (part 1) Something bad happened. I just stood rooted to the ground and watched with my hanging mouth. I was back from the town on Monday afternoon and I saw thick, black smoke coming from 4 o'clock direction. I thought I was some irresponsible villagers burning rubbish again. As I approached, the cloud of smoke seemed enormous and it certainly was more than just rubbish burning. I became worrier when I realized that the direction of the smoke was coming from my housing area. I quickened my steps back home and my heart started to race. Just one street away from my house, I heard people saying "fire" and it was burning the first house of the terraced houses. I even heard that an old lady was involved in the fire. At the moment, I was half-convinced that the house on fire was mine. My worry became horror. Motorbikes and bicycles were all turning into the road which leads to my house.Till then, all I could do was to look up to the smoke and prayed it wasn't from my house. I finally reached to the junction of the road and I saw my house. It was saved. There was a big crowd standing in front of my house watching a house on fire right at the opposite of my house across the field. I was a bit relieved to see my house wasn't on fire, but the terror was still there. The fire was burning really wild even there was rain before that. The heat was felt even I was 100 meters away from the scene. I witnessed the demon of fire danced in victory taking down the whole wooden house and then the house next to it and then the one after next, the burning continued. Sound of small explosions was constantly heard. The roofs collapsed. The walls weren't there anymore. Nothing was left but the smoke and ashes. The crowd grew bigger and bigger. However that didn't help anything because people who came, they just were watching. Some even took out cameras and started talking pictures and talking about the fire like it was something really excited. People, it was not!! I didn't do anything either. The helplessness made me feel bad. I remembered my selfish pray which says "it is not my house". It indirectly meant I was praying for somebody's house to be on fire. - To be continued....-

Don't judge a book by it's cover. I happened to clicked on some old clips of Britains Got Talent. I watched Paul Pott's audition. Yes, the opera guy who everybody thought he looked retarded a bit when he first walked out. However, when he opened his mouth, people just stood up, clapped hands and cried. Paul Potts, he teaches me something. Something important that I missed doing all this while. Confidence without humble is just overconfidence and arrogance. Confidence isn't just to show on the face, but to actually to do it from inside out. I realized that I only remembered to be confident and not humble. Maybe that's why I failed in everything that I did. From those clips, I just witnessed humble, confidence and success. Paul Potts, he is my new idol, my inspiration!!

I passed my driving test. I had my driving test again this morning. It was my second time taking the test since I failed my first one. Oh, No!! When I looked at my result slip, I couldn't take it anymore. Tears almost fell. I passed!! Both motorbike and car licenses. For the first time I understand why winners cry on stage. Not because they overreacted nor it is the idea of the producer to make the show more interesting. It is because they worked hard and finally they get what they deserved. Just for a few seconds, I was holding my result in my hands and I felt like I had won the biggest award in the world. I know it's nothing. Everybody passes their driving tests. Some even passes theirs on their first trial. But still, I am happy, knowing I deserve it.

I'm broken. Fix me!! Something happened three months ago which literally changed my life. It changed the way I see things and the way I used to believe things. It changed who I was and my future. Every now and then when I think about it, it still pains me everywhere. People always says, "Work hard, it'll be paid off sooner than you think." The saying is true enough. But it doesn't apply to everybody... I have had one of the important exam in my life. The exam is going to determine what kind of courses I am eligible to take up in university. I aimed high. I set goals. I made plans. I worked hard. Even when time seemed rough, I told myself to not give up because I believed every hard work was going to be paid off. Exam was over, I was confident about it as I had covered everything needed for the exam. I had my result three months ago. It wasn't what I had expected. It definitely wasn't what I deserved. Every single day since then, I try to figure out what I did wrong. Which part I missed. Sometimes, I just want to cry it out loud. But my tears are just too proud to drop. Cryings are for people who regret that they didn't work hard enough. That's not me. I keep searching in my memory for the part that I lazed and neglected my study so that I can say, "Aha, serve you right. You should have studied harder." But I can't. I did my best. I worked hard. I covered every notes. I didn't give up when times were rough. I slept just 2 hours sometimes just to make sure I cover up all my lessons well enough. And I was confident when I walked into the exam hall because I have even done the last part - the praying to god part. But now, I have to change my mind, wipe my dreams, reconsider my choices for courses that I can pick when I enter University. "Work hard, it'll be paid off sooner than you think" sounds like a joke to me. It makes no sense.

Do you think having an account in Facebook is a waste of time? I started a Facebook account 2 years ago. I log into my account almost everyday but for me Facebook is not much of use to me in the sense of improving my knowledge or helping me in any way in my life. I think it's a waste of time to take time logging into Facebook. One person can post something like "Boring~" on the his/ her wall and then lots of people marked "like" and put down comments for that? That's really is boring!! What do you think? Has Facebook helped you in any way? Share your thought.  To Amy: Are you saying. We can show off our pictures on Facebook? Yeah. I take that as a point why we should have a Facebook account - to show off pictures. To Deep Blue: Social network? Like adding tons of friends that you won't even talk to? Austin17: So Facebook is some sort of calling device you used to invite people for activities? Have you tried using that for parties? I bet more will show up if it's a party.To Ayyo: Wow!! I like your share of thoughts on the pros and cons of Facebook!! You must be a big fan of Facebook. (You mentioned more pros.) I appreciate that you take the trouble to write such a long answer for me. Well... in Facebook nobody does that. Nobody will ever write comment in such a great length.To Themax: But we don't waste our time because everybody is doing it.

We can be poor in English together!! First of all, I am not a native speaker.
I love English and I have started studying English since I was 9. Yet, my English is still not excellent.
I am looking for friends who are willing to help me to improve my English in MSN through typing (chatting).
And for those whose English is just like mine, you are always welcome to add me in MSN too.
I don't have excellent English to offer, but I can offer you time in MSN. 
We can learn together. We can learn from each other. We can be poor in English together. 

When was the last time you believed in Satan Claus? I still remember when I was small, I asked my parents about Christmas. They told me that, on Christmas day, in the midnight there will be an old man with long moustache, dressed in red, carrying a big bag come to our house through the chimney and secretly put little gifts into our socks. His name is Satan. He loves young kids. On christmas that year, I stayed awake till very late at night to meet satan but my mom said , "Satan won't come until you are aslept". And so, I went to bed unwillingly. The next day, I found a gift in my sock. I thought it was from Satan. As I have grown older - 7 years old. I saw Satan. There is no Satan Claus in this world. There is nobody riding on snow deers flying in the sky and drop presents to us. My parents were my Satans. Since then, I don't believe in Satan Claus' existence and I don't stay up late on christmas night to wait for Satan anymore. My satans are with me all the time... What's your story? Do you still believe in Satan Claus?