Holiday at Home

Last holiday, I stayed at home. I enjoyed at home. My activities like watched TV, ate, played a game. As usual, I started my day by waked up every 5.30 a.m. I didn't forget to clean my room.

After that, I watched  TV until about 8.30 a.m. I went to take a bath. After that, I watched TV shows, film until I got bored with them. After bored, I played a game. No word boring for me to play a game.

When tired I take a nap. After wake up, I clean my house. In afternoon, I walked together with my friend, joked together that could eliminate a sense of fatigue.

The time passed so quickly. Activities at night, I just gathered with my family.

And that’s my holiday. hehee

Holiday at Home

Last holiday, I stayed at home. I was enjoy at home. My activity like watched TV, ate,

played a game.

As usual, I started my day by waked up every 5.30 a.m. did not forget to clean my room.

After that, I watched  TV, until about 8.30 a.m. I went to take a bath.After that,

I watched TV shows, film until I get bored with them.

After bored, I played a game. No word boring for me to play a game.

When tired I take a nap. After wake up, I clean my house. In afternoon,

I walked together with my friend, joked together that could eliminate a sense of fatigue.

The time passed so quickly. Activities at night, I just gathered with my family.

And that’s my holiday…..

Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics by Foster The People

Brother's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]

[Chorus: x4]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.