Learncore Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Learncore Emojis & Symbols ๐”๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ

๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ผ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐“ผ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“น ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ž, ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ฉ๐š๐ฅ, ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ & ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐‚๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐“’๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก๐›๐จ๐ฑ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐“ก๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“พ๐“น ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐‚๐ฅ๐ฎ๐› ๐ƒ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง -๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท
๐”๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข. ๐”๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ, โ„‘ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ถ โ„‘ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ.โ€œ
โ„‘ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”กโ€ฆ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ โ„‘'๐”ช ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ โ„‘ ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”กโ€ฆ ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ โ„‘ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ค๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฃ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค โ„‘ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏโ€ฆ ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ณ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก โ„‘ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ณ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข
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GREAT CHIP iv (Autistic author) In the bedroom, Karen managed to guide Plankton to the bed, her voice soothing. She knew his senses were heightened right now, his body a battleground. Chip hovered in the doorway, his eyes never leaving his dad. He felt like he didn't recognize this man who had always been his hero. The seizure passed, leaving Plankton drained. Karen helped tucked him in, her eyes filled with sadness. In the quiet that followed, she turned to Chip, his own eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said gently. Chip nodded, his gaze still on Plankton's exhausted face. "Is he okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "He'll be fine," Karen assured, her voice strained. "Just tired. This happens sometimes." Chip nodded, his gaze never leaving Plankton's face. He felt like he was seeing his dad for the first time, like he'd been looking at him through a fog and suddenly, it had lifted. He didn't know what to do with the mix of feelings swirling inside him: confusion, fear, sadness. Karen took Chip's hand, squeezing it gently. "Let's go talk, okay?" she suggested, leading him out of the room. They sat in the kitchen, the silence heavy between them. "I don't get it," Chip said finally, his voice still shaky. "Why did Dad get so mad?" Karen sighed, her grip on his hand tightening. "It's not that he's mad at you, sweetheart. It's his way of dealing with the fear and confusion. Sometimes, his brain gets overwhelmed, and it's like he can't control his reactions." Chip looked at her, his eyes searching for understanding. "But why does he have to break my toys?" he asked, his voice still small. Karen's heart ached for him. "It's not about the toys," she explained softly. "It's about the frustration he feels, the inability to communicate what he's going through." Chip sniffled, trying to wrap his head around it all. "But why does he get so...so...mad?" Karen's eyes were filled with understanding. "It's not just you, Chip. Sometimes, his brain needs a way to deal with everything. It's like his own personal tornado, and when it hits, it's hard for him to keep his emotions from spinning out of control." Chip nodded, still not fully understanding but willing to try. He looked down at their joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on her palm. "What can I do?" Karen squeezed his hand. "Just be patient," she said. "And don't take it personally. Remember, it's not about you, it's about what he's feeling. And when he's ready, we can talk about it together." Chip nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. He didn't want to upset his dad again, but he needed to know how to help. He didn't want to feel so powerless. "But what if he doesn't want to talk?" he ventured, his voice small. "Then we'll give him space," Karen said, her eyes filled with warmth. "But we'll be here, ready to listen when he does." Chip nodded, wiping away the last of his tears with the back of his hand. "Okay," he murmured, his voice still shaky. "Can I sit with him?" Karen nodded. "Just for a bit, but remember, he might not know you're there right away. Let's go." They tiptoe back into the room, the air still thick with tension. Plankton's eye is closed. Karen knows he's sleeping. Chip sits in the chair beside the bed, watching his dad's chest rise and fall. He reaches out to touch Plankton's hand, but stops. He didn't want to startle him, not after what happened. His mind raced with questions, but he knew now was not the time to ask. Instead, Chip took a deep breath, his hand hovering over Plankton's. He didn't know how to make it right, but he knew he had to try. Karen watched from the doorway, her heart heavy with the weight of her family's pain. She knew this was a moment that could either build a wall or bridge the gap between father and son. Chip's hand hovered, unsure, before finally landing on his dad's. Plankton's antennae twitched, and Chip looked up to see his mother's eyes glistening with proud tears. Karen offered a gentle smile. "You can sit with him," she whispered. "Just don't touch him anywhere else." Chip nodded and pulled the chair closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving his dad's still face. He sat for what felt like hours, his hand resting gently on Plankton's. Every now and then, his dad's antennae would twitch, and he'd hold his breath, afraid that he'd wake him up. But Plankton remained still, lost in a deep slumber. The room was quiet, save for the soft snores escaping his dad's mouth. Chip stared at his hand on Plankton's, his mind racing with everything he'd learned. Autism, seizures, the way his dad's brain worked differently. It was all so new and overwhelming. He felt a pang of guilt for not knowing sooner, for not understanding. But Karen's words echoed in his mind: his dad's reactions weren't personal. It was just how his brain dealt with stress. Chip leaned back in the chair, his eyes heavy with the weight of the day's events. He watched his dad's chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm comforting him. His thoughts swirled with questions and confusion, but he knew one thing for sure: he loved his dad, no matter what. As the minutes ticked by, his fear turned into resolve. He would learn more about his father and try to find a way to support him without setting off the storm of sensory overload.
GREAT CHIP vi (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae twitched, his face etched with lines of fatigue. "It's not that I don't want your affection," he said, his voice hoarse. "I just need it in a way that doesn't make me feel... like I'm in a minefield." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, his mind racing to understand. "How do you mean?" he asked, his curiosity genuine. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae twitching as he searched for the right words. "It's like... sometimes, a simple touch can feel like an electric shock," he began, his voice strained. "Or like I'm being smothered by a heavy blanket of sound." Chip's eyes widened, trying to comprehend. "But you've always hugged mom," he said, his voice filled with confusion. Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "It's different with your mother," he explained, his voice a little less strained. "She knows me, she knows my limits. And she's... patient." He paused, his eye flickering with something resembling sadness. "But others, it's..." Chip leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What about others?" he asked gently. Plankton's antennae twitched, his expression tightening. "With others, it's... unpredictable," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resignation. "Some days I can handle a pat on the back, and others, it's like being stabbed." Chip's eyes widened, his hand instinctively moving to his chest. "It's that intense?" he whispered. Plankton nodded, his antennae waving slightly. "Some days are worse than others," he said, his voice soft. "But when it's bad, it feels like I'm being bombarded from all sides. It's...overwhelming." Chip's brow furrowed as he tried to imagine the intensity his dad described. "What can I do to make sure I don't hurt you?" he asked, his voice earnest. Plankton's antennae perked up slightly, his eye searching Chip's face. "Just be mindful," he said, his voice softer than before. "Watch for my cues. If I look overwhelmed, if I flinch, just...give me space." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving his dad's. "What are the cues?" he asked, eager to learn. "How do I know when you're in that 'minefield'?" Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye searching for the right words. "Well, my antennae might twitch a lot, I might get really quiet, or I might get louder. It's different every time." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. "So, if you're in that 'minefield', I should just...?" "You can be there," Plankton finished for him, his antennae still. "But not too close. Make sure to get your mother." Chip nodded, his mind racing with the new information. He'd always known his dad was special, but this was a new kind of understanding. "What about sounds?" he asked, his voice tentative. "What noises set you off?" Plankton sighed, his antennae twitching slightly. "It's not just about the loudness," he began, his eye searching the ceiling as if for an answer. "It's more about the pitch, the suddenness. Like when you scratch or drop something.." Chip's eyes grew wide with realization. "Oh," he murmured. "So, it's like a surprise attack?" Plankton's antennae nodded. "Exactly," he said, his voice sounding a bit less strained. "But it's not just about the sounds themselves. It's about how my brain interprets them." Chip leaned in, his eyes filled with curiosity. "But how did you get it, Dad?" he asked, his voice soft. "Was it from something you caught or something that happened?" Plankton's antennae waved in frustration. "It's not like that," he said, his voice sharp. "I was born with it. It's just the way my brain is developed, and it's not like getting a cold!" His eye was intense, his voice rising. Chip's eyes widened, taking in his father's outburst. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae dropping slightly. "I know you didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice softer. "But it's important to understand that it's not something I can just get over. It's a part of how I am." Chip nodded, feeling the weight of his father's words. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely audible. "I..." Plankton's antennae waved gently, his eye softening. "It's okay," he said. "I know you didn't mean to upset me. It's just...it's a lot to explain." Chip nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew his dad wasn't mad at him, but it was still hard to see him so upset. Plankton's eye searched his son's face, the anger slowly fading into something softer. "Look," he said, his voice low. "I know it's a lot to take in, but I need you to know that I l-love you." Chip felt a tear slide down his cheek. "I love you too, Dad," he managed to say, his voice choking with emotion. "But I don't want you to be in pain." Plankton's antennae waved gently, his expression a mix of love and sorrow. "I know," he said. "And that's why we're talking about this. So you can understand, so you know." Chip sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. "But why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, his voice small. Plankton's antennae drooped, his face etched with regret. "I was afraid," he admitted. "Afraid that you'd think I was broken. That you'd... not love me the same. And I don't usually like to talk about it to much." Chip felt his heart ache. "Dad," he said, his voice steady despite his emotions. "I could never think of you as broken. You're the smartest person I know. And you're my hero." Plankton's antennae perked up slightly at the words, his eye filling with warmth. "But you don't see me like that when I'm... in that state," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You stared at me like I'm to be feared." Chip's eyes widened, a look of horror crossing his face. "Dad, no!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean to!" Plankton's antennae drooped, his expression one of defeat. "It's okay, Chip," he said, his voice resigned. "It's hard to explain. It's not like I can control it." Chip nodded, his mind racing with questions and fears. He knew his dad wasn't broken, but he wished there was something he could do to ease his pain. "What happens when you're in that state?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye closed as he tried to explain. "It's like my brain's in a whirlwind, and I can't get out," he said. "Everything's spinning, and I can't focus on anything." "But why do you get so upset when it happens?" he pressed. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae stilling. "Because I don't know what's happening," he said, his voice strained. "And when it's over, I don't remember." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, his heart breaking for him. "But why don't you remember?" Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye opening slightly. "It's like waking up from a deep sleep," he murmured. "I know I've been somewhere, but the details are always fuzzy." Chip nodded, trying to imagine his dad's world. "What do you see?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye focusing on a spot on the wall. "It's like...colors and shapes," he said, his voice distant. "They're all swirling around, so fast that I can't make sense of them." Chip's eyes grew wide with wonder. "Is it like a kaleidoscope?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his eye opening a bit wider. "In a way," he murmured. "But it's more... dis..." The door to the room creaked open, interrupting his thought. Karen stepped in, her eyes darting between Chip and Plankton. The tension in the air was palpable, but she offered a small smile of encouragement. "Chip, Plankton; how long have you been up?" Chip glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "A while, Mom," he said, his voice thick with the weight of their conversation.
GREAT CHIP v (Autistic author) Eventually, Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching slightly. His eye opens, and for a moment, he's disoriented. He looks at Chip, then at his hand on his own, and a flicker of memory passes through his eye. He then pulls his hand away. "It's okay, Dad," Chip says softly. "I'm here." Plankton's expression shifts. He sighs, his eye dropping to his son's hand. "Chip," he murmurs. "Wh-what happened?" Chip's heart skips a beat. He wasn't sure how much to say, but he knew he couldn't lie. "You had another... moment," he says carefully. Plankton's face falls, the weight of his own reality crashing down on him like a heavy fog. He nods slowly, his eye searching the room as if trying to piece together the puzzle of his lost time. "I'm sorry," Chip says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know." Plankton's eye meets his, the anger dissipating like the fog. "It's not your fault," he says, his voice weary. "I just... I can't handle much sometimes." Chip nods, feeling a lump in his throat. "Can I hug you?" he asks tentatively, remembering his mother's advice. Plankton's antennae droop, his eye searching Chip's face. After a moment, he nods. "Yes, but just for a second." Chip leans in carefully, wrapping his arms around his dad's shoulders. Plankton tenses, his body a coil of nerves. The hug is brief, but it feels like an eternity to Chip. He pulls back, his eyes searching Plankton's face. "Are you okay?" Plankton's eye blinks slowly. "I will be," he says, his voice weary. "I just need some time to regroup." Chip nods, his mind racing with questions and fears. He didn't know what to say, how to fix this. He just knew he didn't want his dad to feel like this. Karen watches from the doorway, her heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken words between them. She wishes she could take the pain away, but she knows that this moment belonged to her husband and her son. Chip's hand lingers in the space where Plankton's was, feeling the warmth that's no longer there. He swallows hard, trying to push his fears aside. "What can I do?" he asks, his voice trembling. Plankton takes a deep breath, his antennae twitching as he tries to gather his thoughts. "Just maybe try not to touch me... unless I ask." The words hang in the air, a stark reminder of the chasm that's opened between them. Chip nods solemnly, his heart heavy. He doesn't fully understand his dad's condition, but he knows it's real and it's painful. And he knows he played a part in it today. "Dad," he starts tentatively, "Can we talk about your... moments?" Plankton's antennae droop. "What do you want to know?" he asks, his voice sounding more tired than defensive. Chip takes a deep breath, trying to formulate his thoughts. "Well, I just want to understand what you go through. What happens during those moments?" Plankton looks away, his face contorting with the effort of explaining. "It's like my brain goes on a vacation without me," he says finally. "Everything's too much, and I just... zone out." Chip nods, trying to picture it. "What's it like? The zoning out, I mean." Plankton sighs, his antennae waving slightly. "It's like... being in a movie theater, but instead of watching the movie, the lights and sounds are all around me. They're too bright, too loud. And when I come back, it's like the movie's still playing in fast forward. I miss parts of it, and I can't rewind." Chip's eyes widen with understanding. "So, it's like a break, but it's not fun for you?" Plankton nods. "It's more like a reboot. My brain needs it, but it's scary not knowing when it'll happen or how long it'll last." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, seeing the vulnerability behind the usual bravado. "But why do you get so mad sometimes?" Plankton's antennae twitched, his face contorting with the effort of explaining. "It's like... everything's too much, and then I can't stop it," he said. "It's like being stuck in a loop of noises and feelings, and I just need to make it stop. And sometimes, that means getting angry." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, trying to understand. "But why does it make you so mad?" Plankton's antennae drooped. "It's not just from anger," he corrected gently. "It's overstimulation. My brain can't process everything at once, so it shuts down to protect itself." Chip nodded, his eyes wide with realization. He'd never thought of it like that before. "So, it's like you're in a crowded room, and everyone's talking at you at the same time?" Plankton's eye lit up slightly. "Exactly," he said, his voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. "And when you touch me afterward, it's like someone turning the volume up even louder." Chip's hand retreated to his lap, understanding dawning on his face. "So, it's like... sensory overload?" Plankton nodded, his eye closing briefly. "Yes, it's like my brain's circuits are fried, and I just need a reset." Chip sat quietly, absorbing his father's words. He'd never thought about it from that perspective before. He knew his dad was different, but he didn't understand the depth of his struggle. "What about the seizures?" Chip asked, his voice tentative. "Do they feel like that too?" Plankton nodded, his antennae waving slightly. "They're like... a storm in my head," he said, his voice strained. "They come without warning, and I can't do anything to stop them. It's like everything's too much, and my brain has to shut down to protect itself." Chip's eyes grew wide with empathy. "That sounds scary. But I've seen you hug mom.." Plankton sighed, his antennae waving slightly. "It's different with your mom. She knows how to touch me without making it too much." Chip's mind raced, trying to grasp the complexities of his dad's neurodivergence. "But how?" he pressed, eager to learn. Plankton took a moment to gather his thoughts. "It's like...everything is too loud or too bright, and I can't just turn it down. So, when I get overwhelmed, my brain goes to 'sleep' for a bit." Chip nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on his father's antennae which had stopped their erratic twitching. "But what if I want to hug you?" he asked, his voice tentative. Plankton's eye opened, a glimmer of something akin to hope flickering within its depths. "Then you ask," he said simply. "You ask, and if I say yes, you hug me gently. Like this." He demonstrated by placing his own hand on Chip's shoulder, his grip firm but not tight. "But only if I'm okay with it, okay?" Chip nodded, feeling a weight lift slightly from his chest. "Okay," he whispered, his voice shaky with emotion.
PLUSH ONE iii (By NeuroFabulous) Karen watches him, his hands stroking the fabric. She reaches out tentatively, touching his arm with the back of her hand. He flinches, his hand freezing mid-stroke. Her eyes fill with regret, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she lets her hand hover for a moment before slowly drawing it back. Plankton's gaze flips to hers, his pupil wide with surprise. He stares at her, then back at her hand. "It's okay," she murmurs, her fingers hovering above his arm once more. This time, he doesn't flinch. Encouraged, she lightly traces his skin, mimicking the movement he'd made with her palm. He watches her, his expression neutral. Then, ever so slightly, his hand relaxes its grip on the blanket. It's as if he's giving his consent for the contact. Karen's eyes well up with tears. This is the first real interaction they've had since the accident. She strokes his arm, her touch light and cautious. He seems to enjoy it, his body slowly unwinding from the tension. It's a dance, learning his new boundaries, his new language of touch. "What do you like?" Karen asks, her voice soft. "What feels good?" Her eyes are on his, watching for any flicker of response. Plankton looks at her, his gaze unreadable, and then his hand moves to cover hers on his arm. It's a gesture so simple, yet so profound, that it takes her breath away. His skin is warm, his touch gentle. He seems to be communicating without words, and she's desperate to understand. "Is this okay?" she whispers, her hand stilling. He nods, his eye never leaving hers. Plankton's movements are precise, deliberate. He's not the same man she knew, but he's still her Plankton. She can see the love in his gaze, the trust in his touch. It's a new way of interacting, but she's willing to learn. As they sit together, Karen notices how Plankton's eye darts around the room, focusing on specific items before moving on. It's as if he's cataloging everything, trying to make sense of his surroundings. She decides to try to engage him with his environment, hoping to spark some familiarity. "Look, Plankton," she says, pointing to a framed photo on the wall. "It's us. Do you remember?" He looks over, his gaze lingering on the picture for a moment. "Karen," he murmurs, his voice soft. "Us." "Yes, that's us. Do you recall?" His eye darts back to the photo. "Yes, Karen; July 31, 1999." The exactitude of the date stuns her. It's a memory she'd thought lost to time. "How do you remember that?" she asks, a smile playing on her screen despite the fear that lingers in her. His gaze doesn't leave the photo. "Special day," he murmurs. "Day married. Karen and Plankton." Karen's eyes widen. His memory for dates and specifics seems to have sharpened, a trait not uncommon in those with autism. It's a stark contrast to the man who often forgot the day of the week unless it was a Krabby Patty special by the Chum Bucket. "You remembered our wedding day," she says, her voice filled with amazement. "That's incredible, Plankton." He nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Happy," he murmurs. "Karen happy." Karen's eyes well up with tears as she nods. "Yes, we were happy," she whispers. "We still are." Plankton's hand moves to hers, his grip firm but gentle. "Karen," he says, his voice a declaration of his presence, his acknowledgment of her. It's a moment of profound connection that transcends words. Her screen swells with hope. They're finding a way to communicate. "Do you want to watch TV?" Karen asks, keeping her voice calm and steady. Plankton nods, his eye still on the photo. She grabs the remote and turns it on. The flickering light from the screen illuminates his face, the blue hue of the plasma waves washing over them. But the program is to loud, and Plankton's body tenses up. "Too loud?" she asks, reading his expression. He nods, his eye never leaving the screen. She quickly turns it off. In the darkness, Karen's mind races. They'd need to make adjustments, little by little. Plankton's gaze remains fixed on the spot where the TV was, his eye searching for the pattern of light that was there moments ago. Karen takes a deep breath, her hand still resting in his. "It's okay," she whispers. "We'll find something else." She tries humming, starting with a soft lullaby that fills the room, and she watches his expression, looking for any sign of comfort. His eye flickers closed, and his body relaxes, the tension in his fingers loosening their grip on hers. Encouraged, Karen continues, her voice low and soothing. Plankton's breathing evens out, and she can feel his hand start to relax in hers as he's lulled to a calmness by the predictability of the song's melody. It's a small victory, but one that fills her with hope. She decides to try speaking again, her words carefully chosen. "Plankton, sweetheart, can you tell me what you're thinking about?" He doesn't respond, his eye still closed. "Plankton," Karen whispers. Plankton's breathing remains steady, his hand relaxing further in hers as she notices him sleepily squeezing her fingers. It's a gentle reminder that he's still there, that he's listening. "Karen," he says, his eye sleepily fluttering, "I love you Karen, I love yo..." Plankton's voice trails off as he drifts off to sleep, his head lolling onto her shoulder with a snore. Karen's eyes brim with unshed tears, but she's smiling. The love in his voice was unmistakable. She sits there, holding him. The room is quiet except for his snores and the occasional squeak of the couch. Karen's mind is racing with thoughts, planning for their future. How will they live with his new autism? What will change? What will stay the same? As Plankton sleeps, she notices the way his hand still clutches hers, a silent plea for comfort. She understands that their world has changed, but she's determined to adapt. The quietude of the room is pierced only by the steady rhythm of his snores and the distant hum of the city outside. The TV remains off, the colors of the room muted. Karen knows that bright lights and loud noises can overwhelm him now. She'll have to learn to live with the quiet, to appreciate the small moments of joy that can be found in the simplicity of their new life. Her eyes scan the room, taking in the clutter of their shared life. The unfinished inventions, the half-eaten Krabby Patties, the dusty knick-knacks that once held so much meaning. Everything seems different now, filtered through the lens of Plankton's altered reality. Karen makes a mental note to create a sensory-friendly space for him, a sanctuary where he can retreat from the chaos of the world. But right now it's getting late, and they're both tired. She needs to carry him to their room. With a gentle sigh, she shifts his weight and stands up, his arm draped over her. Plankton's body is limp, his snores a comforting sound in the quiet room. She walks carefully, avoiding any noise that might startle him awake. In their bedroom, Karen lowers Plankton onto his bed and covers him with the blanket. He's still snoring, and she watches him for a moment, committing the sight of him to memory. This is their new normal, and she's scared but ready to face it. Karen reaches over to kiss him on the forehead, her hand lingering there, feeling the warmth of his skin. "I'll figure it out," she whispers, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "We'll make it work."
๐– ๐–ด๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ฌ ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฃ ๐– ๐–ซ๐–ซ pt. 21 (๐–ป๐—’ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ) ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–†๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š๐–— : แด›สœษช๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ ษดแด แดกแด€ส แด˜ส€แด๊œฐแด‡๊œฑ๊œฑษชแดษดแด€สŸ ส€แด‡แด€สŸษช๊œฑแด›ษชแด„/๊œฐแด€แด„แด›-ส™แด€๊œฑแด‡แด… แด›ส€แดœแด‡ ส€แด‡แด˜ส€แด‡๊œฑแด‡ษดแด›แด€แด›ษชแดษด แด๊œฐ แด„แดแดแดแดœษดษชแด›ษชแด‡๊œฑ. แด…แดแด‡๊œฑ ษดแดแด› แด€ษชแด แด›แด แด˜ส€แด‡๊œฑแด„ส€ษชส™แด‡ แดส€ แด˜ส€แดแดแดแด›แด‡ แด€ษดส ๊œฑแด˜แด‡แด„ษช๊œฐษชแด„ แด›ส€แด‡แด€แด›แดแด‡ษดแด›. แด˜แดœส€แด‡สŸส แด„ส€แด‡แด€แด›แด‡แด… ๊œฐแดส€ แด‡ษดแด›แด‡ส€แด›แด€ษชษดแดแด‡ษดแด›. sแฅ™ฯฯort to thosแฅฑ ฮนmฯแฅฒแฅดtแฅฑd แด„แดษดแด„แด‡แดฉแด›- ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐‘๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  โžธ ๐๐†-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ แด›สœแด€ษดแด‹ สแดแดœ๐Ÿ™‚สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€ ษดษชแด„แด‡ แด…แด€ส Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep. Chip watches him, with love. Then he stirs, his antennae flickering as he wakes. He blinks, his eye focusing on his son's face. Chip's screen illuminates with hope, a soft glow that fills the room. Plankton's antennae quiver as he registers. "Hi, Dad," Chip whispers, his voice shaky. Plankton's hand squeezes Chip's gently. "Hi," he manages, his voice raspy with sleep and unshed tears. The silence between them is still thick, but there's a thread of something else, something new. "Dad," Chip says, his voice a tentative whisper. "Can we go to the science fair at my school?" Plankton's antennae twitch, a sign of contemplation. Chip's eyes are wide, his screen flickering with excitement and fear. He's not sure if it's a good idea, but the hope in his voice is undeniable. Plankton considers the question, his antennae twitching as he processes the sensory onslaught of a school science fair. The noise, the lights, the crowds. It's a minefield for his overactive senses, but his son's hope is a beacon. "Okay," he murmurs, the word barely audible. Chip's screen illuminates with joy. Plankton sits up. "Chip listen, I uhmโ€“ I wan-nt t-to s-say, to t-tell y-you..." Plankton shakes his head. He can't get the words out, his mouth a clumsy mess of tongue-tied syllables. His autism, a wall between his thoughts and speech. Chip's smile falters, his heart sinking. "It's okay, Dad," he says, his voice soothing. "You don't have to." But he sees the pain in Plankton's eye, the desperate attempt to communicate. "Chip, about your, about the b-box..." Plankton's antennae wave with frustration, his body a testament to the difficulty of his words. "The box, Dad?" Chip asks, his eyes searching Plankton's face for answers. Plankton nods, his antennae drooping with the effort. "You liked it?" Chip's voice is hopeful. Plankton nods. "I-I'm s-still h-hurt from your earlier taunts, a-and I-I-I-Iโ€ฆ I'm t-trying to f-forgive, forโ€” I uh, it-t h-hurts but I d-do like the box. So, s-so thank y-you." The words come out in a jumbled mess, a tapestry of stammers and stops, but the sentiment is clear. Chip's heart swells with warmth. He understands the struggle, the fight for each syllable, the dance of emotion and cognition that's so unique to Plankton. Chip's screen flickers with a smile, his eyes never leaving his dad's. "Dad, thank you for understanding," he says, his voice gentle. Plankton's eye closes in relief, his antennae twitching. "I know it's hard," Chip continues. "But I'm here for you. We'll figure it out." Plankton nods, his antennae rising slightly. Plankton puts the new box from Chip for keeping it in the car. Karen drives them to Chip's school. She parks the car and follows them into the school.
๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ก๐–ค ๐–ฃ๐–จ๐–ฅ๐–ฅ๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ณ (๐–ก๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ) ๐—‰๐—. 10 Plankton wiped the rest of his tears as Chip took in his dad's story, his eyes wide. "So, you've had to deal with that your whole life?" Chip asked, his voice filled with a newfound empathy. "Yeah," Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly. "But it's not all bad. There's beauty in being different, you know. And your mom and I, we've learned to make it work." Chip looked at the plush bear in his dad's hand, now understanding its significance. "What happens during a seizure, Dad?" Plankton took a deep breath. "My brain gets overwhelmed, like too much data coming in at once. It's like a circuit breaker trips and everything goes haywire. My body can't handle it, so it shuts down a bit. It's like my brain's way of hitting the reset button." "Does it hurt?" Chip asked, his eyes searching his dad's. "No, not physically," Plankton said, his antennae twitching slightly. "But it's scary, and it can leave me feeling really tired. And sometimes it's embarrassing, because it happens when I'm not expecting it and I might act a bit strange after. Like, I might not recognize anything for a little bit. But it's like coming out of a daydream. You're just... there, but not quite. And then the real world hits as it passes. And most of the time I don't even know it's happening until it's over." Chip nodded, his hand tightening around the bear. "But why don't people understand, Dad?" "I guess because autism is internal," Plankton explained. "People can't see it. They don't know what's going on inside my head. They just see me acting differently, and that annoys them. They don't know how to react, I guess. It's a spectrum," Plankton continued. "There are lots of people like that. And some have it a lot worse. They can't talk or can't do things that come easy to me. It's just how their brains are." Chip frowned, deep in thought. "But you let Mom hug you but, not me; is that part of it?" Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping. "Sometimes, Chip," he said. "It's about comfort and safety. With Mom, we know what to expect, but with you, it's still new. It's not that I don't love you or don't want to hug you. It's just... hard sometimes. Certain touches can be too much." Chip's eyes searched his father's face. "But, I'm your son," he said, his voice small. Plankton nodded. "And I love you more than anything," he replied. "But sometimes, my brain gets confused by touch, especially when it's unexpected. It's not because I don't want to be close to you, it's because it's too much for me to handle. And there are days where it's easier than others. But she knows what to do, and she understands when I can't take much more." Chip looked down at the bear, his eyes filling with tears. "I don't want to make it worse," he whimpered. "Just ask before you touch me, ok? And if I say no, don't take it to personally. It's not about you, Chip; it's about what I can handle, what my body craves." Karen then came to check on them. "How are we doing?" she asked, her voice gentle. "I see you're awake.." Plankton nodded weakly. "We're okay," he said. "Chip and I were just... talking." Karen's gaze moved from her husband to her son, noticing the bear in Chip's hand. "Oh?" Karen's eyebrows raised in suspicion. "Yeah," Chip said, his voice steadier now. "I just want to know more about... about Dad." Karen sat on the bed's edge. "You're growing up," she murmured. "Ok," Plankton said. "But keep it simple. I'm pretty tired." Chip nods as Karen moves closer to them. "So, Dad, what do you want me to do when you have a seizure?" Plankton's antennae twitched in thought. "Just stay calm," he instructed. "And keep me safe. Sometimes, I might lash out without knowing it, so keep yourself safe too. And if you can, help me find something to fidget with, like offering me the bear. But even if it's not at home, inform your mother. Perhaps find a quiet spot." Chip nodded, his mind racing with information. "What about when you move your hands like, is that because of it?" He turns to Karen. "Yes," Karen said, taking his hand in hers. "It's called stimming. It's a way for your dad to self-soothe or if jittery. It's usually when really emotional or just restless. And he does it to help manage the input his brain's receiving." Chip's eyes widen. "So it's for fun; can I try?" But Plankton shook his head. "No Chip, it's not a toy for you.." Karen squeezed Chip's shoulder gently. "It's okay to ask questions, honey," she said. "But remember, everyone's experience is different. For your dad, he can stim by fidgeting with his hands or talking to himself. He might hum or rock. But he doesn't like it to be mimicked. It's not for us to point out or make comments on, unless to offer support or ask if he'd like help. It's just something he does for himself, not for us." Chip nodded, his gaze back on Plankton. "And what about those moments where you just... zone out?" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly. "Those are called absence seizures," he said. "They're like staring spells. They can happen anywhere, anytime. It's like my brain pauses for a bit. It can be unsettling, but they usually don't last long. Just stay calm and let me know when I come back, okay?" "Okay," Chip said, nodding. "What about when you get upset and repeat words?" Plankton sighed. "That's called echolalia," he explained. "It's when I repeat what I've heard, or something I've said before. It's a way for me to cope with stress or anxiety. Sometimes, it's just easier than finding new words. But usually it's to process verbal directions. Palilalia is all part of the autism spectrum." Karen watched the two of them, warmth spreading through her heart.
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐– ๐–ด๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ข ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ฃ Pt. 10 by NeuroFabulous Chip's eyes searched his father's, looking for the reassurance he so desperately needed. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to upset you." Plankton's hand squeezed back, a silent acknowledgment of his apology. "You didn't do anything wrong," Karen said, smiling. "It's just how his brain works." Chip nodded, trying to understand. "But he's okay?" he asked again, needing to hear it. "Yes, he's okay," Karen reassured him, her eyes still on Plankton. "But he might need some time to recalibrate now." Chip nodded, his grip on his dad's hand tightening. "Can I stay with you?" he asked, not wanting to leave his side. Karen looked at Chip and then at Plankton, who nodded slightly. "Of course," she said, her voice soft. Chip swallowed hard, his eyes still filled with tears. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I love you." Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, and his hand gave a weak squeeze in response. It was the only way he could convey his love at that moment. Chip watched his dad, his heart racing. He knew his father's autism made expressing emotions difficult, but he could feel the love in that small gesture. He leaned in closer, not wanting to let go. "I love you too, Dad," he murmured. Plankton's eye searched his son's face, trying to find the words. The seizure had left him drained, but his love for Chip was clear. He took a deep breath, his antennas slowly coming to rest. "I-I l-love, lo-ove y-you," he said. The words came out haltingly, each syllable a victory. Chip's eyes lit up, and he squeezed his dad's hand back, feeling his love reciprocated. "I know, Dad," he said, his voice filled with relief. "I love you too." Plankton took another deep breath, his body starting to relax. The seizure had left him exhausted, but the warmth of his son's touch and his wife's gentle voice were calming him. Chip watched his dad, his heart racing. He could see the effort it took for Plankton to say those words, and he understood that his love was just as strong, even if it didn't come out the way he expected. He squeezed his dad's hand again. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'll stay here." Karen nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. She knew the difficulty Plankton faced daily, and seeing him have a seizure in front of Chip was hard. But she also knew this was a chance for them to grow closer, to understand each other better. "Why don't we just sit here for a bit?" she suggested, her voice gentle. Chip nodded, not letting go of Plankton's hand. He felt his dad's warmth, his love. Plankton's gaze slowly turned back to Karen. "Chip; I need Chip. I want him to stay," he managed to say. Karen nodded. "Of course! We'll just stay right here." They sat in silence, the three of them, as Plankton's breathing evened out. Chip's thumb rubbed circles on his dad's hand, trying to soothe him without words. Plankton's eye closed again. Karen watched her husband and son, her heart full of love and pride. Chip had handled the situation with more maturity than she could've hoped for. He was learning, growing, understanding his father's autism. As Plankton's breathing steadied, Karen leaned in closer. "Chip," she whispered, "your dad needs some rest now. But you can sit here with him if you want." Chip nodded, not wanting to leave his dad's side. He watched as Plankton's antennas stopped moving. "Ok," he murmured. Karen got up, her movements slow and calculated. She knew Plankton needed quiet and darkness after a seizure. She dimmed the lights and before sitting back down. Chip remained on the edge of the bed, his small hand still enveloped in his father's smaller one. He heard Plankton's breathing deepen into sleep, the quiet snores that signaled that he finally dozed off. The room was quiet, save for the soft snores that escaped Plankton's mouth. Karen and Chip sat next to him, Chip's hand still clutched tightly in his dad's. He was afraid to move, afraid to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over Plankton. Karen watched them, a warm smile playing on her lips. She knew that this was a moment of connection, a bridge being built between father and son. Chip leaned closer, studying Plankton's face, his dad's mouth slightly open as he snored. He was fascinated, and his mom knew he wanted to do more. "Mom can I ask you questions?" Chip asked, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, but he didn't wake up. "Sure," Karen said, smiling gently. "But keep your voice low. He needs his rest." Chip nodded and leaned in closer to his mom. "What are his stims?" he asked, his eyes glued to his father's sleeping form. Karen's smile was soft. "His stims are self-soothing behaviors," she explained. "They're like little rituals that help him manage his sensory input. Sometimes he'll mumble or move his hands, or rock back and forth. It's a way of dealing with the world around him." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving his dad's sleeping face. "Can I try stims with him?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. Karen looked at him, surprise flickering in her expression. "If he's okay with it," she said, her voice soft. "But remember, it's his way of coping. We have to respect that. Do not make fun of it. He's not doing it for fun; it's more a necessity." Chip nodded solemnly, his eyes still on his dad. "I won't," he promised. "But can I try it right no-" Karen's eyes widened. "No," she said firmly. "It's not about trying them out. It's about understanding why he does them. Stims are his way, not something for us to play with. He doesn't like when it's brought to attention." Chip nodded, his curiosity dimming slightly. He just wanted to be closer to his dad, to know him better. He looked back down at Plankton, his small hand still wrapped around his father's. He leaned in closer to his mom, his eyes wide with questions. "But why can't I do it?" he asked, his voice still a whisper. "I want to know what it feels liโ€”" Karen put a gentle finger to his lips. "Chip, his stims are personal," she said, her voice soft. "They're how he calms his brain. It's like if you were to play with my favorite book; it's special to him." Chip nodded, his eyes still wide. "Ok," he said. "But why does he like your touch but not mine?" Karen took a moment to think. "It's because I know his patterns, his cues," she said. "I can tell when he needs space or when he's okay with contact. I know which touches calm him down. It's not that he doesn't like your touch, Chip; it's just that his brain is sensitive. Sometimes it's too much for him to handle." Chip nodded, his eyes still on Plankton. He wanted to make his dad happy, to make it all better. But he knew he couldn't. "Can you show me how he likes to be touched?" Karen looked at him, her expression a mix of pride and concern. "Sure, sweetie," she said, and she gently took Chip's hand and placed it near Plankton's arm. "Just stroke his arm lightly," she instructed, guiding Chip's fingers.
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐– ๐–ด๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ข ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ฃ Pt. 11 by NeuroFabulous Chip's eyes never left his dad's face as he did as his mom said. Plankton's body remained still, his breathing even. Karen smiled. "See, that's it," she whispered. "It's all about knowing when and how to touch." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, but he remained asleep. Chip watched him closely, his curiosity piqued. He wanted to understand everything about his dad's condition. "So, what types of touch does he not like?" Karen thought for a moment. "Sudden touches, like taps or pokes, can be startling for him," she explained. "And hugs can be overwhelming unless he's ready for them. It's about knowing his cues." Chip nodded, his hand still on Plankton's arm, moving in the gentle strokes his mom had taught him. He felt a strange sense of connection, like he was learning a secret language only they shared. "What are his cues, like how do you know when he needs a hug or space?" he asked. Karen leaned in closer, her voice low. "Look at his body language," she said. "If he's leaning in, it might mean he's okay with a hug. But always ask first. And if he says no, don't take it personally. It's not about you; it's about his comfort. But if he's leaning away or his antennae are moving quickly, it's best to ask if he needs some space." Chip nodded, watching his dad's antennae. They were still, a sign of peace. He felt a warmth spread through him, knowing that he was learning how to make his dad feel safe and loved. "I want to know more," he whispered. Karen's eyes searched his, and she saw the eagerness in his gaze. "Okay," she said, her voice calm. "What do you want to know?" Chip's mind raced with questions, but he took a deep breath to focus. "What causes his seizures?" he asked, his voice soft. Karen looked at him, her eyes filled with compassion. "Sensory overload," she said. "It's like his brain gets too much information at once, and it can't process it all. Sometimes it's just too much, and his body has a reaction." Chip nodded, his thumb still rubbing his dad's hand in soothing circles. "But how can I tell when he's about to have one?" Karen squeezed Chip's other hand gently. "Look for changes in his behavior," she said. "If he gets really quiet, or if his stims get more intense. And his eye glazes over. If you see any of that, just offer him a gentle touch or a quiet space to retreat to." "Can you tell me how he got his autism?" he asked Karen, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't want to wake his dad, but he wanted to learn. Karen looked at him, her eyes filled with patience. "It was acquired at birth. When his own mother gave birth to him, his head was in a weird angle. It's nothing anyone did or could've prevented." Chip nodded, his fingers still moving in the gentle pattern on his dad's arm. "So it's not because of any-" But his question was interrupted by a soft moan from Plankton. Chip's eyes widened, his hand frozen mid-stroke. Plankton's antennas twitched, and his eye flitted open. He looked up at them. "Hi there, sleepy head" Karen said with a smile, her voice barely above a whisper. Plankton managed to wave. "Hi," he said. Chip's eyes lit up, his fear from earlier melted away by his dad's small gesture. "Hi, Dad," he whispered, his hand still on Plankton's arm. Plankton's gaze searched his son's face, his expression a mix of fatigue and love. He knew Chip was still scared, still confused. "I'm okay," he said. Chip nodded, his eyes filled with relief. He wanted to ask more questions, but he could see his dad was tired. "Okay," he said. "I'm here for you." Plankton's smile was subtle, but it was there. He reached out his hand and gave Chip's a gentle squeeze. It was his way of saying 'thank you'. Karen watched them, her heart full. "Why don't we let him rest?" she suggested, her voice low. "You can sit here and read by him." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. He picked up a book and settled into the bed with his dad. Plankton's hand then moved in a repetitive motion against the bedspread, a gentle back-and-forth that seemed to soothe him. He started to murmur. "Soft with the fabric," he whispered in the stim. Chip watched him, his curiosity growing. He wanted to try it, but wasn't sure if it was appropriate. "Mom," he whispered. "Can I do his stim with hi-" But before he could finish his sentence, Plankton's hand stilled on the bedspread. "No Chip," he said, his voice steadier. "Do NOT." Chip's eyes widened. "But I just want to help," he protested, his voice whispered. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye closing slightly. "It's personal," he murmured. Chip felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm sorry," he whispers. But Plankton's hand was already moving again. "Fabrics," he said, his voice still low. "The texture i---" But Chip interrupts, his hand tentatively mimicking his dad's motion. "Like this?" he asks, disrupting Plankton's stim. Plankton's hand stops, his antennas flinching back. "No," he says, his voice harsh. "It's mine." Chip withdraws his hand quickly, his eyes wide with shock and apology. "I'm sorry, Dad," he says, his voice a whisper. "I just wanted to help. But why did you whisper to yourself about the fabric? I--" "CHIP," Plankton snaps. "Didn't I tell you not to?" his voice is firm, almost angry. Chip's eyes filled with sadness. Karen quickly intervenes, "Plankton, it's okay. Chip was just trying to be suโ€”" But Plankton's anger is difficult to quell. His body tenses, his antennae twitching erratically. "I-it's not for him," he stammers out. "MINE!" The room goes quiet, the tension palpable. Chip retreats slightly, his hand still hovering in the air where it had been touching the fabric. "I-I'm sorry, Da-" But Plankton's eye shut tight. "Chip," Karen says, her voice even. "Remember what we talked about. His stims are not for us to take over or interrupt. Just let him do his thing." Chip nods, his eyes brimming with apology. He watches as Plankton's hand starts moving again. He doesn't know what to say, his mind racing with confusion. He just wanted to be closer to his dad, to understand him better. But instead, he feels like he's made things worse.
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__________________________________________________________________________ Periodic Table of Elements __________________________________________________________________________ 1A 2A 3A 4A 5A 6A 7A 8A ----- ----- 1 | H | |He | |---+---- --------------------+---| 2 |Li |Be | | B | C | N | O | F |Ne | |---+---| |---+---+---+---+---+---| 3 |Na |Mg |3B 4B 5B 6B 7B | 8B |1B 2B |Al |Si | P | S |Cl |Ar | |---+---+---------------------------------------+---+---+---+---+---+---| 4 | K |Ca |Sc |Ti | V |Cr |Mn |Fe |Co |Ni |Cu |Zn |Ga |Ge |As |Se |Br |Kr | |---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---| 5 |Rb |Sr | Y |Zr |Nb |Mo |Tc |Ru |Rh |Pd |Ag |Cd |In |Sn |Sb |Te | I |Xe | |---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---| 6 |Cs |Ba |LAN|Hf |Ta | W |Re |Os |Ir |Pt |Au |Hg |Tl |Pb |Bi |Po |At |Rn | |---+---+---+------------------------------------------------------------ 7 |Fr |Ra |ACT| ===--------------------------------------------------------------------=== Lanthanide |La |Ce |Pr |Nd |Pm |Sm |Eu |Gd |Tb |Dy |Ho |Er |Tm |Yb |Lu | |---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---| Actinide |Ac |Th |Pa | U |Np |Pu |Am |Cm |Bk |Cf |Es |Fm |Md |No |Lw | ------------------------------------------------------------- __________________________________________________________________________
New year affirmations โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘  ๐ผ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ๐‘–โ€™๐‘š ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘Ž๐‘™s โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๏ผŒ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘กโ„Ž โ™ฅ๏ธŽ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘–๐‘’๐‘Ÿ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘  โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘’ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ง๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ก
เญจเญง ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ผ เญจเญง ๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ โ€” ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿญ. ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ. ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜†, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป + ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ. ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ, ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป-๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐Ÿฎ. ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ/๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ. ๐Ÿฏ. ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€/๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜€/๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€, ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ (๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜). ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚โ€™๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ถ๐˜. ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป-๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ. ๐Ÿฐ. ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ. ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€, ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ. ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฌ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚โ€™๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ด ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ. ๐Ÿฑ. ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐˜€, ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฐ. ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜†. ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€. ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜†. ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด; ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€, ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐˜† (๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ/๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ), ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฐ. ๐Ÿณ. ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ. ๐Ÿด. ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ (๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป, ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ/๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป). ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป . ๐Ÿต. ๐—ข๐—ก๐—Ÿ๐—ฌ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€/๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐——๐—ผ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ. ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ-๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€. ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ. ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐˜† ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ ๐—ฎ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ/๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ธ.
โ€˜Seeing Red (The First Day of School)โ€™ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I canโ€ฆsense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people โ€œbefore their timeโ€ as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again Iโ€™ll see someone whoโ€™s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. Itโ€™s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmatesโ€™ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
Tuesday 6 November 2012 Cool SMS โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฒั”โ„“ฮนั”ฮฝั” ฮนฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” โˆ‚ั”ั”ฯโ„“ัƒ, ะผฮนั•-ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ฮนฮทgั• ฮฑัฮนั•ั”, ะฒฯ…ั‚ โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ ฦ’ฯƒั ฮนั‚โ€ฆ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั•ฯƒะผั” ะผฮนั•-ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ฮนฮทgั• ฮฑัั” ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ั”โˆ‚ ฦ’ฯƒั gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ฮนฮทg.. โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ฮน ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ฯฯ…โ„“โ„“ โˆ‚ฯƒฯ‰ฮท ั‚ะฝั” ัฮฑฮนฮทะฒฯƒฯ‰ ฮน ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ฯ‰ัฮนั‚ั” ฯ…ั ฮทฮฑะผั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฮนั‚ & ฯฯ…ั‚ ฮนั‚ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ั•ะบัƒ ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ั”ั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒะฒฯƒโˆ‚ัƒ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒัฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฮฑ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ โ„“ฮนะบั” ฯ…!! โ†’ ั‚ะฝฮนั• โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ั‚ฯƒฯƒ ั•ะฝฯƒัั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑยขยขั”โ„“ั”ัฮฑั‚ั” ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮน โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝัƒ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ะฒัั”ฮฑะบ ั‚ะฝั” โˆ‚ั”ฮฝั”โ„“ฯƒฯั”โˆ‚ ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•. ั‚ะฝฮนั• โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ั‚ฯƒฯƒ ั•ะฝฯƒัั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ฮฑัƒ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โˆ‚ ฯƒฮทั”ั•, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮน โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝัƒ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ะบั”ั”ฯ ั•ฮนโ„“ั”ฮทยขั” ฦ’ฯƒั ฮฑ โ„“ฯƒฮทg ฯั”ัฮนฯƒโˆ‚. ั‚ะฝฮนั• โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ั‚ฯƒฯƒ ั•ะฝฯƒัั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ัั”ฮฑโ„“ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮน โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝัƒ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ะฒัั”ฮฑะบ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•ะฝฮนฯั•. โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ฯ‰ฮฑฮนั‚ฮนฮทg ฦ’ฯƒั ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮนั• ะผฮฑโˆ‚ั” ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…. ะฒฯ…ั‚ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• โ„“ฮนฮฝฮนฮทg ฦ’ฯƒั ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”, ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ โ„“ฮนฮฝั”ั• ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯƒฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ…. โ†’ ฦ’โ„“ฯƒฯ‰ั”ัั• ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ั•ฯ…ฮทั•ะฝฮนฮทั”, ฮฝฮนฯƒโ„“ั”ั‚ั• ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ โˆ‚ั”ฯ‰, ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮฑฮทgั”โ„“ั• ฮนฮท ะฝั”ฮฑฮฝั”ฮท ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ฯ…. โ†’ ฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯะฝฯƒั‚ฯƒั•. ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮฑะฒฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮนั• ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ยขะฝฮฑฮทgั”, ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั” ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ยขะฝฮฑฮทgั” โ€œฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ฮนฮฑะผ ั•ะฝฮฑะบั”ั•ฯั”ฮฑัั”โ€. โ†’ ฯ‰ั” โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯƒฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’ ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฮฑฦ’ั‚ั”ั ะผฮฑะบฮนฮทg ั•ฯƒ ะผฮฑฮทัƒ ะผฮนั•ั‚ฮฑะบั”ั•. ั‚ะฝั”ฮท ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ยขฮฑฮท ฯ‰ั” 4 ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ั•ะผฮฑโ„“โ„“ ะผฮนั•ั‚ฮฑะบั”ั•? ั•ั‚ัฮฑฮทgั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ัฯ…ั”! ั•ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ะฝฮฑะฒฮนั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ฦ’ฯƒัgฮนฮฝฮนฮทg. โ†’ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ, ั”ฮฝั”ััƒฯ‰ะฝั”ัั”, ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ฮนะผั”, ฮน ะผฮฑัƒ ฮทฯƒั‚ ะฒั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ัƒฯƒฯ…, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะผัƒ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบฮนฮทg, ะผัƒ ยขฮฑัั”, ะผัƒ ั•ะผั•, ะผัƒ ฯัฮฑัƒั”ัั• ; ะผัƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โ„“ัƒ ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝั”ั• ฮฑัั” ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ัƒฯƒฯ…. โ†’ ฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ะฒั” ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ ั•ฮนgะฝั‚, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ะฒั” ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ ัั”ฮฑยขะฝ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚.ฮน ะผฮฑัƒ ะผั”ฮฑฮท ฮทฯƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ั‚ฯƒ ฯ… ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒั” ั•ฯั”ยขฮนฮฑโ„“ ั‚ฯƒ ะผั”! โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ั”ฮฝั”ั ัƒฯƒฯ… gั”ั‚ โ„“ั”ั•ั• ั•ะผั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะผั”, โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮน โˆ‚ฮนโˆ‚ฮทโ€™ั‚ ยขฮฑัั” ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…. ฮนั‚ ะผั”ฮฑฮทั• ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮน ฮฑะผ ั•ั”ฮฑัยขะฝฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ั•ะผั• ฦ’ฯƒั ฮฑ ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท โ„“ฮนะบั” ัƒฯƒฯ… โ†’ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” โ„“ฮนฮฝั” โˆ‚ฮนั” โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝ ยขััƒ ั•ฯƒะผั” gฮนฮฝั” ฯ…ฯ ั•ฯƒะผั” ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั‚ััƒ ั•ฯƒะผั” ั•ฮฑัƒ ะฝฮน ั•ฯƒะผั” ั•ฮฑัƒ ะฒัƒั” ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ัั• ะผฮฑัƒ ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮน. โ†’ ฮน ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั”ฯ‡ฯั”ยขั‚ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ัั• ั‚ฯƒ ั•ะผั• ะผั”. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮนโ€™โ„“โ„“ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• โˆ‚ัฯƒฯ ะผัƒ ั•ะผั• ฮนฮทั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฮนฮทะฒฯƒฯ‡ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ฮน ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ โ€œโ„“ฯƒฮฝั” & ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ัโ€ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯƒั ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ั•ะผั• โ†’ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ะฒฯƒโˆ‚ัƒ ะผฮนั•ั• ฯ…. ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ ะฒั”ั‚ั‚ั”ั ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ะฒฯƒโˆ‚ัƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”ั• ฯ…. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ะฒฯƒโˆ‚ัƒ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ั• ฯ…. โ†’ ั‚ฯ‰ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ยขฮฑฮท ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒั” โˆ‚ั”ฦ’ฮนฮทั”โˆ‚ ฮนฮท ฯ‰ะฝฯƒโ„“ั” โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”, โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”: ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ะผฯ…ยขะฝ. &; ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚: ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ะฝฯƒฯ‰ โˆ‚ั”ั”ฯโ„“ัƒ ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ยขฮฑัั” ฮฑะฒฯƒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…. โ†’ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ฮฑั•ะบ gฯƒโˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ gฮนฮฝั” ฯ… ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ… โˆ‚ั”ั•ั”ัฮฝั”, ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ั”ั•ฮนัั”. ะฒยขฯƒz ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โˆ‚ั”ั•ฮนัั”ั• ะผฮฑัƒ ะฒั” ฦ’ั”ฯ‰, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ั”ั•ั”ัฮฝั”ั• ฮฑ โ„“ฯƒั‚! โ†’ ั•ฯƒะผั” ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั• ฮฑัั” โ„“ฮนะบั” ั‚ฯƒะผ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ื ั”ัััƒ. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั‚ั”ฮฑั•ั” ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั, ะบฮทฯƒยขะบ โˆ‚ฯƒฯ‰ฮท ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั, ฮนััฮนั‚ฮฑั‚ั” ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั! โ†’ ฮฑฮท ั”ฯ‡ยขั”โ„“โ„“ั”ฮทั‚ ัฯƒฮฑโˆ‚ ั•ั”ฮทั‚ั”ฮทยขั” ฯ‰ัฮนั‚ั‚ั”ฮท ฯƒฮท ฮทฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทฮฑโ„“ ะฝฮนgะฝฯ‰ฮฑัƒ: gฯƒ ั•โ„“ฯƒฯ‰, ฯ…ฮทโ„“ั”ั•ั• ฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮฑฮท ฯ…ัgั”ฮทั‚ ฮฑฯฯฯƒฮนฮทั‚ะผั”ฮทั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ gฯƒโˆ‚! โ†’ ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ฮฑัั” โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮฑ ฯ‰ฮฑั•ะฝฮนฮทg ะผฮฑยขะฝฮนฮทั”, ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั‚ฯ‰ฮนั•ั‚, ั‚ฯ…ัฮท &ฮฑะผฯ; ะบฮทฯƒยขะบ ฯ…ั• ฮฑัฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ฯ‰ั” ยขฯƒะผั” ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ยขโ„“ั”ฮฑฮทั”ั, ะฒัฮนgะฝั‚ั”ั &ฮฑะผฯ; ะฒั”ั‚ั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ะฒั”ฦ’ฯƒัั”โ€ฆ โ†’ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ฯƒ ัฯ…ฮท ฮฑฯ‰ฮฑัƒ. ฮทฯƒั‚ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ยขัั”ฮฑั‚ั” โˆ‚ฮนั•ั‚ฮฑฮทยขั”ั•. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ยขฮฑัั”ั• ั”ฮทฯƒฯ…gะฝ ั‚ฯƒ ัฯ…ฮท ะฒั”ะฝฮนฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…! โ†’ ะผัƒ ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” . ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮน ฮฑะผ โˆ‚ฮนฦ’ฦ’ั”ัั”ฮทั‚, ฮน โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฮฑัั” ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฮฑะผั”, . ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ั• ยขฮฑโ„“โ„“ั”โˆ‚ โ€˜ฮฑั‚ั‚ฮนั‚ฯ…โˆ‚ั”โ€™โ€ฆ โ€œโ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฮนั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฯƒฯ‰ฮท ฯ‰ฮฑัƒโ€ โ†’ ฮฑ ฯฯƒฯฯ…โ„“ฮฑั ฮนฮทั•ฯฮนัฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทฮฑโ„“ ั•ฯั”ฮฑะบั”ั ั•ฮฑฮนโˆ‚: ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ัƒั”ฮฑัั• ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฯ‰ั”ัั” ั•ฯั”ฮทั‚ ฮนฮท ฮฑัะผั• ฯƒฦ’ ฮฑ ฯ‰ฯƒะผฮฑฮท ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฯ‰ฮฑั•ฮทโ€™ั‚ ะผัƒ ฯ‰ฮนฦ’ั”! ฮฑฯ…โˆ‚ฮนั”ฮทยขั” ฯ‰ฮฑั• ั•ะฝฯƒยขะบั”โˆ‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ฮนโ„“ั”ฮทยขั”. ะฝั” ฮฑโˆ‚โˆ‚ั”โˆ‚: ั•ะฝั” ฯ‰ฮฑั• ะผัƒ ะผฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั! ฮฑฯ…โˆ‚ฮนั”ฮทยขั” ฮฑฯฯโ„“ฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝั‚ั”ั! โ†’ ฯƒฯ…ั ะฒฯƒโˆ‚ัƒ ฮนั• ฦ’ฯ…โ„“โ„“ัƒ ะผฮฑโˆ‚ั” ฯƒฦ’ ฯ‰ฮฑั‚ั”ั ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฮนั‚ ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั• ะฒโ„“ฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฯƒฯ…ั‚. ฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฮนั• ฦ’ฯ…โ„“โ„“ ฯƒฦ’ ะฒโ„“ฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฮนั‚ ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั•, ฯ‰ฮฑั‚ั”ั ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ฯƒฯ…ั ั”ัƒั”ั•. โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฮฑ ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ัฯƒฮฑโˆ‚. ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ยขฮฑฮท ั•ั”ั” ะฒฮฑยขะบ. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท ฮทฯƒั‚ gฯƒ ะฒฮฑยขะบ. ั•ฯƒ โˆ‚ฯƒ ฮทฯƒั‚ ะผฮนั•ั• ฮฑฮทัƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg. ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ั•ั”ยขฯƒฮทโˆ‚ ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”! โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ฮฑฮท ั”gg ะฒัั”ฮฑะบั• โˆ‚ฯ…ั” 2 ฯƒฯ…ั‚ั•ฮนโˆ‚ั” ฦ’ฯƒัยขั”! โ€œฮนฮทั•ฮนโˆ‚ั” โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•!โ€ ะฒฯ…ั‚โ€ฆ ฮนฦ’ ฮนั‚ ะฒัั”ฮฑะบั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ฮนฮทั•ฮนโˆ‚ั”! โ€œโ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ะฒั”gฮนฮทั•!โ€ gัั”ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒั”gฮนฮท ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ฮนฮทั•ฮนโˆ‚ั”! ั•ฯƒ ั‚ััƒ ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฮนฮทั•ฮนโˆ‚ั” gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚! โ†’ ฮฑ โ„“ฮนั‚ั‚โ„“ั” โˆ‚ฮนฦ’ฦ’ั”ัั”ฮทยขั” ะฒั”ั‚ฯ‰ั”ั”ฮท ฯัฯƒะผฮนั•ั”ั• &ฮฑะผฯ; ะผั”ะผฯƒัฮนั”ั•. ฯัฯƒะผฮนั•ั”ั•: ฯ‰ั” ะฒัั”ฮฑะบ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ &ฮฑะผฯ; ะผั”ะผฯƒัฮนั”ั•: ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ะฒัั”ฮฑะบ ฯ…ั•. โ†’ ะบั”ั”ฯ ฮฑ ั•ฯั”ยขฮนฮฑโ„“ ฯโ„“ฮฑยขั” ฦ’ฯƒั ะผั” ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ฮทฯƒั‚ ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚! ะบั”ั”ฯฮนฮทg ะผั” ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚ ยขฮฑฮท ะฒั” โˆ‚ฮฑฮทgั”ัฯƒฯ…ั• ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ั•ฮฑัƒ ฮน ฮฑะผ ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚ ะฒโ„“ฯƒฯ‰ฮนฮทgโ€ฆ โ†’ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ยขฮฑฮทฮทฯƒั‚ ะฒั” ฦ’ฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั”ั”ะบ ฮนั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… gฮนฮฝั” ฮนั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ัั•, ฮนั‚ ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚โ€™ั• ั‚ะฝั” ะผัƒั•ั‚ั”ััƒ ฯƒฦ’ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ฮนั‚ gัฯƒฯ‰ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ะฝฮฑัั”โˆ‚. โ†’ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนั”ั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฮทั”ยขั”ั•ั•ฮฑัฮนโ„“ัƒ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ะผฮฑะบั” ั‚ะฝั” ะผฯƒั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg, ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฮฑโ„“ฯƒฮทg ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ. โ†’ โˆ‚ั”ฮฑั‚ะฝ ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ั‚ะฝั” gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั•ั‚ โ„“ฯƒั•ั• ฮนฮท โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ั‚ะฝั” gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั•ั‚ โ„“ฯƒั•ั• ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•ะฝฮนฯ โˆ‚ฮนั”ั• ฮฑะผฯƒฮทg ฯ…ั• ฯ‰ะฝฮนโ„“ั” ฯ‰ั” ั ฮฑโ„“ฮนฮฝั” ั•ฯƒ ะฒ ั•ั‚ัฯƒฮทg ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•. โ†’ ั”ฯ‡ฯัั”ั•ั•ฮนฯƒฮท ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ฦ’ฮฑยขั” ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะฒั” ั•ั”ั”ฮท ะฒัƒ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒฯƒฮทั”. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ะฝั” โˆ‚ั”ฯัั”ั•ั•ฮนฯƒฮท ฯƒฦ’ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะฒั” ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯƒฮทโ„“ัƒ ะฒัƒ ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯƒฮทั”. โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮนฮท โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”. โ†’ ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั•ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ั• ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮฑฮทgฯ…ฮฑgั”ั• ฮฑัฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮนั• ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ ะฒฯ…ั‚ โ€œั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”โ€ ยขฮฑฮท ะฒั”ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮฑโ„“โ„“. ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” โ€œั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”โ€ ฮนั• ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮฑฮทgฯ…ฮฑgั” ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฮฑ ะฒฮฑะฒัƒ ยขฮฑฮท ั•ฯั”ฮฑะบ.. โ†’ ั•ฯƒะผั” ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ฮนะผฯฯƒัั‚ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฯัั”ั•ั”ฮทยขั” ฮนั•. ะฝฯƒฯ‰ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฮนั‚ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ั• ั‚ฯƒ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮฑัฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚. ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ยขฯƒะผฦ’ฯƒัั‚ฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ั• ฮฑัั”. ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ั•ฮฑั‚ฮนั•ฦ’ัƒฮนฮทg ฮนั• ั‚ะฝั” ฮฝั”ััƒ ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั”ฯ‡ฮนั•ั‚. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ฮทโ€™ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ…ฮทโ„“ั”ั•ั• ฯ‰ั” ั‚ั”โ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮน ฮฑะผ ั‚ั”โ„“โ„“ฮนฮทg ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทฯƒฯ‰. ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั” ั‚ัฯ…ั”โ„“ัƒ ฮฝฮฑโ„“ฯ…ั”โˆ‚โ€ฆ!! โ†’ ะฒั”ั•ั‚ โ„“ฮนฮทั”ั• ะฒัƒ ฮฑ ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚: โ€œฮนั‚ ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั• ะผั” ฯ… ั‚ฮฑโ„“ะบ ั‚ฯƒ ั•0ะผั”0ฮทั” ั”โ„“ั•ั” ฮท ฮท0ั‚ ะผั”.. .. ฮนั‚ ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั• ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ะผ0ัั” ฯ‰ั”ฮท ั•0ะผั”1 ั”โ„“ั•ั” ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ฯ… ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮท ฮน ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ . . .โ€ โ†’ gฯƒั‚ ฮฑ gฮนฦ’ั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…! ฮทฯƒ ยขฯƒั•ั‚, ั”ฯ‡ั‚ัั”ะผั”โ„“ัƒ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮทฮฑโ„“! ฦ’ฯ…โ„“โ„“ัƒ ัั”ั‚ฯ…ัฮทฮฑะฒโ„“ั”! ฮนั‚ั• ฮฑ ะฝฯ…g ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะผั” ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ…!! โ†’ ฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ะผั”ั”ั‚ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั”, ะฒั”ั‚ั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ะผั”, ฦ’ฯ…ฮทฮทฮนั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ะผั”, ะผฯƒัั” ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ะผั”, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฮทั” ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮน ยขฮฑฮท ั•ฮฑัƒ 2 ฯ… _ _ ฮน ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒั” ั‚ะฝั”ัั” 4 ฯ… ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฮฑโ„“โ„“ โ„“ั”ฮฑฮฝั” ฯ…. โ†’ ะผฯƒะฒฮนโ„“ั”ั• ฮฑัั” ฮนััฮนั‚ฮฑั‚ฮนฮทg, โˆ‚ฮฑฮนโ„“ัƒ ยขะฝฮฑัgฮนฮทg, ะผฯƒฮทั‚ะฝโ„“ัƒ ัั”ยขะฝฮฑัgฮนฮทg, ฮฑฮทฮทฯƒัƒฮนฮทg ะฒั”ั”ฯั•, ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• โˆ‚ฮนั•ั‚ฯ…ัะฒฮนฮทg, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ะผัƒ ะผฯƒะฒฮนโ„“ั” ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮนั‚ ยขฯƒฮทฮทั”ยขั‚ั• โ€œฯ… & ะผั”โ€ โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั• ฯ… . . . . โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ ะฒฮฑโˆ‚ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮนั‚ั• ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮฑฯ‰ ฯƒฦ’ ฮทฮฑั‚ฯ…ัั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ั‚ัั”ั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ะฒั”ฮฑัั• ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ั”ั•ั‚ ฦ’ัฯ…ฮนั‚ั• gั”ั‚ั• ะผฮฑฯ‡ฮนะผฯ…ะผ ฮทฯ…ะผะฒั”ั ฯƒฦ’ ั•ั‚ฯƒฮทั”ั• โ†’ ฮฑ ะฝฯ…g ฮนั• ฮฑ gฮนฦ’ั‚ ฯƒฮทั” ั•ฮนzั” ฦ’ฮนั‚ ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮนั‚ ยขฮฑฮท ะฒั” gฮนฮฝั”ฮท ฮนฮท ฮฑฮทัƒ ฯƒยขยขฮฑั•ฮนฯƒฮท ั•ฯƒ ฮน ฮฑะผ ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ะฝฮนั• ะฝฯ…g ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ั”โ„“โ„“ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ…. โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯ… ฦ’ฮฑยขั” ยขะฝฯƒฮนยขั”ั•โ€ฆ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ั‚ฯƒั•ั• ฮฑ ยขฯƒฮนฮท.. ฮทฯƒั‚ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮนั‚ ั•ั”ั‚ั‚โ„“ั”ั• ั‚ะฝั” qฯ…ั”ั•ั‚ฮนฯƒฮท, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฮนโ„“ั” ั‚ะฝั” ยขฯƒฮนฮท ฮนั• ฮนฮท ฮฑฮนั, ฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฮนั• ะฝฯƒฯฮนฮทg ฦ’ฯƒั !!! โ†’ ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โ„“ฮนั”ั•ั‚ โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑะบั” ฯ…ฯ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒัั• ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ ั‚ะฝัฯ… ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ั‚ัฯ…โ„“ัƒ ยขฮฑัั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ฮฑฮนโ„“ ั‚ฯƒ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ัƒฯƒฯ…. โ†’ ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ฮนั• ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ฮฑ ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท 4 ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮฑ ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท 2 โ„“ฮนฮฝั” 2 โˆ‚ฮนั” 2 ยขััƒ, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮนฦ’ ฯ… ยขฮฑฮท๏ฟฝั‚ ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑ ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท ั‚ฯƒ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ยขฮฑฮท ฮน ะฒั” ั‚ะฝั” ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท 4 ฮฑ ฯ‰ะฝฮนโ„“ั”:) โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” + โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” = ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ€“ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” = ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ ฮฑโˆ‚โˆ‚ฮนฮทg ฮฑะฒฯƒฮฝั” 2, โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” + โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” = ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ€“ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” = ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€“ 2โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” = ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ + ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ ั•ฯƒ, โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” = 1/2ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ + 1/2ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ โ†’ ฮน ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮฑั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน โ„“ฮนะบั”; ฮน ยขััƒ 4 ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ยขฮฑัั”; ฮน ั•ะฝฮฑัั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”; ฮน โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ; ฮน ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ั•ะผั• ฯƒฮทโ„“ัƒ 2 ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ 2 โ„“ฯƒั•ั” โ†’ ัั”ฮฑโ„“ฮนzั” ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ะฒั”ฦ’ฯƒัั” ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ั‚ฯƒฯƒ โ„“ฮฑั‚ั”. ฮฑยขยขั”ฯั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท โˆ‚ั”โ„“ฮฑัƒ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ. โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ะฒั”ฦ’ฯƒัั” ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ั‚ะฝั”ะผ. โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฯƒฮทยขั”. โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮนั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฮนโ„“ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฮนั‚. โ†’ ฮน โˆ‚ั”ยขฮนโˆ‚ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ะฝั” ยขฯ…ั‚ั”ั•ั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ั”ั•ั‚ gฮนฦ’ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ฯฯƒั•ั‚ะผฮฑฮท ั•ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑั‚ ะผั” ั•ฮฑัƒฮนฮทg, gั”ั‚ ฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ฯฯƒั•ั‚ ะฒฯƒฯ‡. โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮนั• โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮฑ ฦ’ัฯ…ฮนั‚โ„“ั”ั•ั• ั‚ัั”ั”, ะฒฯ…ั‚ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ฮนั• โ„“ฮนะบั” ัฯƒฯƒั‚โ„“ั”ั•ั• ั‚ัั”ั”. ั‚ัั”ั” ยขฮฑฮท โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฦ’ัฯ…ฮนั‚ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ัฯƒฯƒั‚! โ†’ ยขฮฑัััƒ ฮฑ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฝฮฑั‚ั”ั•, ยขฮฑัััƒ ฮฑ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ฮฑโˆ‚ั”ั•, ยขฮฑัััƒ ฮฑ ั‚ฯƒฯ…ยขะฝ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั•, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ยขฮฑัััƒ ฮฑ ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•ะฝฮนฯ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒัั”ฮฑะบั•. โ†’ ฮฑั• ฯัั”ยขฮนฯƒฯ…ั• ฮฑั• ฯ… ั ั‚ฯƒ ะผั”, ฮฑั• ฯัั”ยขฮนฯƒฯ…ั• ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒั”, ฮน ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ั ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ยขะฝฯƒฯƒั•ั”, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ… ั ฮฑ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ ฮน ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฯƒั•ั”. โ†’ ะผฯƒฮทั”ัƒ ั•ฮฑัƒั• ั”ฮฑัฮท ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚, ั‚ฮนะผั” ั•ฮฑัƒั• ฯโ„“ฮฑฮท ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚, ฦ’โ„“ฯƒฯ‰ั”ั ั•ฮฑัƒั• โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚, ั•ั‚ฯ…โˆ‚ัƒ ั•ฮฑัƒั• โ„“ั”ฮฑัฮท ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚, ั•ะผั• ั•ฮฑัƒั• ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ โ„“ ั•ฮฑัƒ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ะผั” โ„“ฯƒั‚. โ†’ ฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯ… gั”ั‚ ฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯ… gั”ั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• โ„“ฯ…ยขะบ, ฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑฮนั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• ั‚ฮนะผั”, ฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ… ยขฯƒะผฯัฯƒะผฮนั•ั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ†’ ะผั”ะผฯƒัฮนั”ั• ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ั•ั‚ัฮฑฮทgั” ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั•. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ โ„“ั”ฮฑฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑโ„“ฯƒฮทั”. ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั” ฮนฮท ฮฑ ยขัฯƒฯ‰โˆ‚. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั” ฮฑโ„“ฯƒฮทั”. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑัฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮฑ ยขัฯƒฯ‰โˆ‚. โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ฯ…ั ฮฑ ยขะฝฯƒยขฯƒโ„“ฮฑั‚ั” ฯ…ั ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ั”ั•ั‚, ฮนฦ’ ฯ…ั ฮฑ ั‚ั”โˆ‚โˆ‚ัƒ ะฒั”ฮฑั ฯ…ั ั‚ะฝั” ะผฯƒั•ั‚ ะฝฯ…ggฮฑะฒโ„“ั”, ฮนฦ’ ฯ… ฮฑัั” ฮฑ ั•ั‚ฮฑั ฯ… ั ั‚ะฝั” ะฒัฮนgะฝั‚ั”ั•ั‚, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ฮนฮทยขั” ฯ… ั ะผัƒ ๏ฟฝฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚๏ฟฝ ฯ… ั ั‚ะฝั” ๏ฟฝะฒั”ั•ั‚๏ฟฝ! โ†’ ัฯƒั•ั” ฮนั• ฦ’ฮฑะผฯƒฯ…ั• 4 gัฮฑยขั”โ€ฆ ฮฑโˆ‚ฮฝฯƒยขฮฑั‚ั” ฮนั• ฦ’ฮฑะผฯƒฯ…ั• 4 ะฝฮนั• ยขฮฑั•ั”โ€ฆ ะฝฯƒัั•ั”ั• ั ฦ’ฮฑะผฯƒฯ…ั• 4 ัฮฑยขั”โ€ฆ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ… ั ฦ’ฮฑะผฯƒฯ…ั• 4 ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฯƒฮท ฯ…ั ฦ’ฮฑยขั”โ€ฆ! ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮฑ ฮทฮนยขั” โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ โ†’ โ€œฮน ั‚ัฯ…ั•ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€ ฮนั• ฮฑ ะฒั”ั‚ั‚ั”ั ยขฯƒะผฯโ„“ฮนะผั”ฮทั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท โ€œฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั‚ัฯ…ั•ั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ัฯ…ั•ั‚. โ†’ ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑฮทฮทฮฑ ะบั”ั”ฯ3 ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั•: . . ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯ…ฮท ั‚ะฝั” ะผฯƒฯƒฮท & ะผัƒ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ั•ฯ…ฮท 4 โˆ‚ฮฑัƒั‚ฮนะผั” ะผฯƒฯƒฮท ฦ’ฯƒั ฮทฮนgะฝั‚ ั‚ฮนะผั” &ฮฑะผฯ; ฯ….ะผัƒ โˆ‚ั”ฮฑั ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ 4 โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”ั‚ฮนะผั” โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg, โ„“ั”ั‚ ฮนั‚ gฯƒ. ฮนฦ’ ฮนั‚ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ะฒฮฑยขะบ ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ…, ฮนั‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ…ัั• ฦ’ฯƒัั”ฮฝั”ั. ฮนฦ’ ฮนั‚ โˆ‚ฯƒั”ั•ฮทโ€™ั‚, ั‚ะฝั”ฮท ฮนั‚ ฯ‰ฮฑั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผั”ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั”. โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮฑ ะผั”ั•ั•ฮฑgั” ฮนั• ั•ั”ฮทั‚ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ฮฑ โˆ‚ฮนั•ั‚ฮฑฮทยขั”, ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ ั•ั”ั” ั‚ะฝั” ฦ’ฮฑยขั”ั•, ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ ั•ั”ั” ั‚ะฝั” ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”ั•, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท ั•ั”ั” ั‚ะฝั” ยขฮฑัั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ั‚ัฯ…โ„“ัƒ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ! โ†’ โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ โ„“ั”ั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ะฒั”ยขฯƒะผั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg, ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั”ัƒโ€™ัั” gฯƒฮทั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮทฯƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg! โ†’ ั•ฯั”ฮฑะบฮนฮทg ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั”gฯƒั•, โ„“ฯƒฮฝฮนฮทg ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฮนฮทั‚ั”ฮทั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•, ยขฮฑัฮนฮทg ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั”ฯ‡ฯั”ยขั‚ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั• &ฮฑะผฯ; ฯัฮฑัƒฮนฮทg ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ั•ั”โ„“ฦ’ฮนั•ะฝฮทั”ั•ั•, ฮนั• ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฮนgฮท ฯƒฦ’ โ€œั‚ัฯ…ั” ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทโ€. โ†’ ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•ะฝฮนฯ ัั”qฯ…ฮนัั”ั• โ„“ฮนั‚ั‚โ„“ั” ั”ฦ’ฦ’ฯƒัั‚ั•โ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ.. ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ฮฑัั” ะฒฯ…ั•ัƒ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฯƒฯ‰ฮท โ„“ฮนฮฝั”ั•, ฮฑ ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั” ั•ะผั• ัั”ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚ั• ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚โ€ฆโ€ฆ. โ€œฯ… ั ฮทฯƒั‚ ฦ’ฯƒัgฯƒั‚ั‚ั”ฮทโ€ โ†’ ะฒั” ยขโ„“ฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒโ€ฆ! ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะฒั” ะผฯ…ยขะฝ ยขโ„“ฯƒั•ั”ั ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฒั” ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€ฆ! โ†’ ั•ฯƒฯƒฯƒฯƒฯƒฯƒโ€ฆ. ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ฯƒ ฮฑั‚ั‚ัฮฑยขั‚ฮนฮฝั”. ั•ฯƒ.. ั”ฮทโ„“ฮนgะฝั‚ฮทฮนฮทg ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ฯƒ ยขฯƒฯƒโ„“. ั•ฯƒ ะผฯƒฮฝฮนฮทg ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ฯƒ ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“. ั•ฯƒโ€ฆ qฯ…ฮนั‚ั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ฯƒ ฯฯƒฯฯ…โ„“ฮฑั. ั•ฯƒ ัฯƒะผฮฑฮทั‚ฮนยข ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั•ฮนฮทgโ„“ั”. ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ั‚ะฝั” ั‚ัฮฑgั”โˆ‚ัƒ ฯƒฦ’ ะผฯƒฯƒฮท:-
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐ƒ๐Ž + make a wishlist so youโ€™ll be prepared when itโ€™s your birthday/Christmas + do five or more journal prompts + start a new hobby or make a list of new hobbies youโ€™d like to try + write a letter to your future self or film a video for your future self + digital redecorating: change the theme/layout of your devices + reread a book you havenโ€™t read in 3 or more years + watch a show or film in a genre you donโ€™t usually watch + go on YouTube and make a playlist of your favorite self improvement/advice videos to watch when youโ€™re down or need a push + learn a favorite song on an instrument + paint or draw the view outside your bedroom window + make a Pinterest board that perfectly captures the vibe(s) you wish to embody + organize your desk + go on a walk when the sun sets + watch a YouTuber you used to love + plan your ideal trip! itโ€™s super fun to dream up possible vacations!! + look for a new podcast to listen to ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐’๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐ˆ๐๐† โœง
๐™Ž๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™–๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฉ! เป’๊’ฐเพ€เฝฒใฃห• -๏ฝก๊’ฑเพ€เฝฒเงง ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉ, ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ข๐™–๐™ก!. ๐™‰๐™ค๐™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™จ๐™š๐™™๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™›๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™˜๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค ๐™ ๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™˜๐™ง๐™–๐™ฌ๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ, ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™– โ€œ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ก๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™—๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก !โ€ ๐™จ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ๐™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎ! ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐˜ฟ๐™Š ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›! ๐™‰๐™ค๐™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™จ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™™๐™š๐™จ ๐™‰๐™Š๐˜ฝ๐™Š๐˜ฟ๐™” ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ฅ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›! ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™—๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก? ๐™„๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™ช๐™ž๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™—๐™—๐™ž๐™™๐™ž-๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™—๐™—๐™ž๐™™๐™ž-๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ค ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™– ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ง๐™š! ๐™๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™š ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™˜๐™–๐™ก๐™ข ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ญ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™– ๐™ar๐™™๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฎ๐™—๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™—๐™—๐™ž๐™™๐™ž-๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™—๐™—๐™ž๐™™๐™ž-๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ค ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™– ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ง๐™š!!! ๐˜น๐˜ฐ๐˜น๐˜ฐ!, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ! หšสšโ™กษžหš เฌ˜(เฉญโ—ŒหŠแต•ห‹)เฉญ* เฉˆโ™กโ€งโ‚Šหš
Today my school had a fire drill. I was standing outside with one of the most popular football players, when a Down Syndrome girl came up to him and wanted to hold his hand because she was scared. Happily, he held her hand in front of all his friends back to class. His soft side in front of his boys GMH May 16, 2010 at 12:00pm by Rachel, Griffith IN
โ €โ € โ €โ € ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ: :ยจ ยท.ยท ยจ: โ €โ € โ €โ € โ €โ € โ €โ € โ €โ € โ €โ € โ €โ € `ยท . ๊”ซ To all the people who had a rough day, week or month, remember to focus on what you can control, you are enough and you deserve all your desiresโ™ก
I V X L C D M 1 5 10 50 100 500 1000 ๐Ÿ”ข Individual decimal places Thousands Hundreds Tens Units 1 M C X I 2 MM CC XX II 3 MMM CCC XXX III 4 CD XL IV 5 D L V 6 DC LX VI 7 DCC LXX VII 8 DCCC LXXX VIII 9 CM XC IX
glow up schedule โœจ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ 2 weeks before: ๐Ÿ’— hair appt for highlights & cut ๐Ÿ’— do face masks 2-3x per week ๐Ÿ’— apply hair oil & mask before each wash ๐Ÿ’— implement my morning/ night routine 1 week before: ๐Ÿ’— fresh mani & pedi ๐Ÿ’— wardrobe refresh to clear out old clothes & invest in new pieces ๐Ÿ’— buy supplies ๐Ÿ’— reach out to friends + classmates to catch up & compare schedules ๐Ÿ’— practice daily makeup routine the night before: ๐Ÿ’— review all my first day schedule ๐Ÿ’— pack my bag ๐Ÿ’— pick out my outfit ๐Ÿ’— wash my hair & style for overnight curls ๐Ÿ’— relax & get excited!!!
morning routine as a teenage girl เผ‰โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง โŽฏโŽฏ เญจ เญง โŽฏโŽฏ เญจเญง . wake up at 6:30am. เญจเญง . drink some water! เญจเญง . go and feed my downstairs neighborโ€™s cat. โ™ก เญจเญง . brush my teeth. เญจเญง . do my skin care (cleanser , toner , serum , eye cream , moisturiser , sunscreen ) เญจเญง . make my mumโ€™s bed & my bed. เญจเญง . straighten up my room a bit! เญจเญง . do my makeup. เญจเญง . get dressed. เญจเญง . style my hair! เญจเญง . get backpack together. เญจเญง . deodorant , lotion , perfume. เญจเญง . out the door , time for school
Pierwszy dzieล„ w szkole Autor: BradDracV ลนrรณdล‚o: First Day of School Tล‚umaczenie: Puck Norris Rosie szarpaล‚a zamkiem jej plecaka w kwiatki, czekajฤ…c na autobus, ktรณry miaล‚ jฤ… zabraฤ‡ do szkoล‚y. Stojฤ…cy za niฤ… rodzice byli rรณwnie nerwowi jak ona, prรณbowali jednak tego po sobie nie okazywaฤ‡. Chcieli, ลผeby pierwszy dzieล„ w szkole Rosie byล‚ dla niej nowym przeลผyciem peล‚nym ekscytacji, a nie obaw. Mogli jฤ… zaprowadziฤ‡ do szkoล‚y osobiล›cie, nie mieszkali od niej daleko, ale chcieli, ลผeby jej urocza cรณrka mogล‚a zawrzeฤ‡ nowe przyjaลบnie i poznaฤ‡ innych ludzi. Zresztฤ…, jasny, ลผรณล‚ty autobus zatrzymaล‚ siฤ™ przed ich domem jeszcze zanim zdฤ…ลผyli zmieniฤ‡ zdanie. Co dziwne, autobus byล‚ pusty. To tylko sprawiล‚o, ลผe niepokรณj rodziny jeszcze bardziej urรณsล‚. Po zbiorowym uล›cisku i wielu pocaล‚unkach wymienionych z mamฤ… i tatฤ…, Rosie wsiadล‚a do pojazdu i zajฤ™ล‚a miejsce z przodu. Pulchny kierowca pomachaล‚ jej rodzicom, praktycznie nie patrzฤ…c w ich kierunku. Drzwi zapiszczaล‚y i zamknฤ™ล‚y siฤ™ za ich maล‚ym skarbem. Mama uroniล‚a maล‚ฤ… ล‚zฤ™, obserwujฤ…c razem z tatฤ… jak autobus znika za zakrฤ™tem na koล„cu ulicy. "Bฤ™dzie siฤ™ dzisiaj ล›wietnie bawiล‚a." tata pocieszyล‚ mamฤ™ caล‚usem w czoล‚o. "Wiem" zgodziล‚a siฤ™ mama, nie brzmiฤ…c zbyt przekonywujฤ…co. "Idฤ™ wziฤ…ฤ‡ prysznic" powiedziaล‚a i skierowaล‚a siฤ™ do domu. Kiedy tylko tata wszedล‚ za niฤ… do ล›rodka, zaskoczony usล‚yszaล‚ gล‚oล›ne trฤ…bienie. Poczuล‚, ลผe ลผoล‚ฤ…dek podchodzi mu do gardล‚a, gdy tylko siฤ™ odwrรณciล‚ i zobaczyล‚ inny autobus, wypeล‚niony szczฤ™ล›liwymi uczniami i stojฤ…cy na jego podjeลบdzie. Szerokie drzwi rozwarล‚y siฤ™. "Dzieล„ dobry, panie Thomas" powiedziaล‚ starszy kierowca o miล‚ym uล›miechu kochajฤ…cej babci. "Czy Rosie jest gotowa na swรณj pierwszy dzieล„?"
A girl in my class is Autistic We were playing volleyball in P.E one day and she wanted to serve. Everyone cheered for her even though the ball barely rose above her head My classmates' kindness GMH. Jan 4, 2015 at 11:00am by Anonymous
WHISPERS @scarystoriesargh My best friend confided in me one day about one of her worries. She told me about how, in the middle of the night, she would keep hearing whispers in her bedroom. These whispers would repeat the same number over and over, but each night the number would become one lower. A few weeks later, on a Tuesday my friend told me that the numbers were getting lower and lower. It was due to be the number seven that night. My friend had no idea what those whispers were counting down to, but she told of how anxious she had been feeling ever since the whispers started several months ago. It's Wednesday today. My friend isn't in school. She didn't tell me that she was going to be absent. And then I realise. Last night, the voices would have been whispering the number Zero..
๐“๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ เป’๊’ฐเพ€เฝฒใฃห• -๏ฝก๊’ฑเพ€เฝฒเงง โœฎ - Im truly true beauty! โœฎ - Everyone thinks im perfect, and I am! โœฎ- The compliments I get are endless! โœฎ - I attract postivity and can get people immediately attached to me! โœฎ - Im usually the one who starts trends! โœฎ - I have a skinny tall b0dy! *Please remember weight does NOT matter!! โœฎ - Everyone trips as soon as they see me! โœฎ - Im the quote โ€œbeauty and brawnsโ€ โœฎ - I have always had perfect grades! โœฎ - Im me and your you! โœฎ - they way everybody falls for me as soon as they see me is concerning! โœฎ - I know im better than all these people but I stay humble for their own sake! โœฎ - I have the perfect positve mindset! โœฎ - Im very beautifulโ€ฆ Its amazing! โœฎ - Everyone wants to be me or be with me! โœฎ - My energy enters before I even enter the room! โœฎ - My posture is perfect always! โœฎ - Youโ€™ll never catch me with bad posture! โœฎ - I donโ€™t care about my haters, their obsessed anyways! โœฎ - My life revoles around me only! *หขหกแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตƒแต˜แต—สธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต‡สธแต‰โ™ฅ
โ‹† หš๏ฝกโ‹†เญจเญงหš ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก หšเญจเญงโ‹†๏ฝกหš โ‹† daily affirmations ห™แต•ห™ โค๏ธŽ i wonโ€™t be so hard on myself โค๏ธŽ i belong here โค๏ธŽ i am worthy of what i desire โค๏ธŽ i love me always โค๏ธŽ happiness is in my hands
Common Experiences How has the semester been going for you? Do you understand the assignment that Professor gave us in class? .. . .. What did you do over break? What sort of plans do you have for break? What did you do over the weekend? Anything interesting happen this week? How has work been? What did you think about the school team's last game? Do you know who's going to s party on day? Interests โ€ข What sort of movies have you seen lately? Have any goad boak recommendations? Have you been to any great concerts lately? Have you seen any good plays? What did you think about the ball game on day? Non-Question Topics Your surroundings: the weather, an interesting painting or decoration, a peculiar scenic detail Interesting or humorous Current events or news โ€ข officials, shared neighbors, new attractions that have recently opened Compliments on appearance changes: hairstyle, clothing, shoes, accessories Recent experiences with friends or family โ€ข Humorous story about something that happened earlier in the day or week CONVO.. Common Experiences How has the semester been going for you? Do you understand the assignment that Professor gave us in class? .. . .. What did you do over break? What sort of plans do you have for break? What did you do over the weekend? Anything interesting happen this week? How has work been? What did you think about the school team's last game? Do you know who's going to s party on day? Interests โ€ข What sort of movies have you seen lately? Have any goad book recommendations? Have you been to any great concerts lately? Have you seen any good plays? What did you think about the ball game on day? Non-Question Topics Your surroundings: the weather, an interesting painting or decoration, a peculiar scenic detail Interesting or humorous Current events or news โ€ข officials, shared neighbors, new attractions that have recently opened Compliments on appearance changes: hairstyle, clothing, shoes, accessories Recent experiences with friends or family โ€ข Humor about something that happened earier in the day or week
A: ศบ ะ” โˆ† โ‚ณแŽฏ แŽช B: โ„ฌ แฐ ไนƒ ุท ัŠ C: ๅŒš เฝ„ แฃ D: ฦŒ แŽ  แŽด โ…… โ…† E: ฮต เฝ‡ ฮฃ ฮž แŽฌ แ‹ โ…‡ F: เฝ“ ฦ’ G: แฉ ๐ ‚Ž ษ  ส› แŽถ แณ H: ฤง โ„Œ แŽป แ‚ แฒ I: เผ เผ‘ เผ โ…ˆ แ J: ๐ ƒŒ แŽซ แ  โ„‘ โ…‰ K: ฦ™ L: โ„’ แž ษญ แ โ„“ M: เฝ€ แŽท แ™ข โ„ณ N: โ‚ช ืช ืž ื” เฝฆ ฯ€ โ„ต O: แŽพ P: ฯ ใ‚„ ๅฐธ แŽต Q: แŽค R: เชฐ โ„œ เฝž เผ‰ แŽก S: แŽฆ T: ฯ„ แ† ฯฏ ื“ แŽฟ ีฅ แŽข U: แŒ V: แŽง แค W: แ” แ™ก แŠ ืฉ เฝก ัˆ ั‰ ฯฃ แ‡ X: โ„ต ื ะถ Y: ืข ั‡ ษค ษฃ แŽฝ Z: ี€ ส‘ แƒ โ„ค
school ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿง ๐ŸŽ€ โฅ folder (one per class) โฅ planner โฅ lined paper โฅ pencil pouch (contains mechanical pencils, pens, & eraser) โฅ laptop & charger โฅ earbuds โฅ snacks โฅ 32 oz water bottle โฅ advil โฅ feminine products โฅ lip gloss โฅ wallet โฅ a book โฅ travel size body spray
๐’ƒ๐’š โ€œ๐‘พ๐’๐’๐’š๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’”๐’Žโ€! เป’๊’ฐเพ€เฝฒใฃห• -๏ฝก๊’ฑเพ€เฝฒเงง ๏ผณ๏ฝ”๏ฝ•๏ฝ„๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ”๏ฝ‰๏ฝ๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ†๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ“๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ… ๏ฝ—๏ฝˆ๏ฝ: ๏ฝ‡๏ฝ…๏ฝ”๏ฝ“ ๏ฝˆ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ‡๏ฝˆ ๏ฝ‡๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ„๏ฝ…๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„ ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ ๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝƒ๏ฝˆs ๏ฝ†๏ฝ๏ฝ–๏ผ: ๊œฐษชส€๊œฑแด› ษดแด แด…ษช๊œฑแด›ส€แด€แด„แด›ษชแดษด๊œฑ!: แดแด€แด‹แด‡ ๊œฑแดœส€แด‡ สแดแดœส€ แด˜สœแดษดแด‡ ษช๊œฑ แด„สŸแด๊œฑแด‡แด… แด€ษดแด… สŸแดแด„แด‹แด‡แด… แด€แดกแด€ส! แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด…แด ษช๊œฑ แด˜แดœแด› แดส แด˜สœแดษดแด‡ แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด›แด‡แด แด‡ส€ แด…แด‡แด ษชแด„แด‡ สแดแดœ แดœ๊œฑแด‡ ษชษด แด€ ๊œฐแด€ส€ แด…ส€แด€แดกแด‡ส€ แด›สœแด€แด› สแดแดœ แด˜ส€แดส™ แดกแดษดแด› สœแด€แด แด‡ แด‡ษดแดแดœษขสœ แดแดแด›ษชแด แด€แด›ษชแดษด แด›แด ษขแด ษขแด‡แด› ษชแด›! แด€ษดแดแด›สœแด‡ส€ แดกแด€ส ษช๊œฑ แด„สŸแด๊œฑษชษดษข แด›สœแด‡ ษดแดแด›๊œฐษชแด„แด€แด›ษชแดษด๊œฑ! (แด€ษดแด… ษช๊œฑ สแดแดœ แด„แด€ษด/แดกแด€ษดแด› แด…แด‡สŸแด‡แด›ษชษดษข ๊œฑแดแด„ษชแด€สŸ แดแด‡แด…ษชแด€ แด€แด˜แด˜๊œฑ!), ๊œฑแด‡แด„แดษดแด…: ๊œฐแดส€แด„แด‡ สแดแดœส€๊œฑแด‡สŸ๊œฐ๊œฐ๊œฐ๊œฐ๊œฐ!!!! แดแดแด›ษชแด แด€แด›ษชแดษด๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ ษดแดแด› ษขแดษดษดแด€ สŸแด€๊œฑแด› สŸแดษดษข สแดแดœ สœแด€แด แด‡ แด›แด ๊œฐแดส€แด„แด‡ สแดแดœส€๊œฑแด‡สŸ๊œฐ! ษชแด›๊œฑ ๊œฑแด‡สŸ๊œฐ แด…ษช๊œฑแด˜สŸษชษดแด‡! ๊œฑแด€ส แด›แด สแดแดœส€๊œฑแด‡สŸ๊œฐ โ€œษช๊œฐ สแดแดœ แด‹แด‡แด‡แด˜ แด›สœษช๊œฑ แดœแด˜ ส/ษด สแดแดœส€ ษขแดษดษดแด€ ษขแด‡แด› ษขส€แด€แด…แด‡๊œฑ, ษดแด แด€แด„แด€แด…แด‡แดษชแด„ แด แด€ษชสŸแด…แด€แด›ษชแดษด, แด€ ษขแดแดแด… แดสŸโ€™ ๊œฑสŸแด€แด˜, แดŠแดส™, แด€ษดแด… สœแด€แด แด‡ แด›แด ส€แด‡แด…แด แด›สœแด‡ สแด‡แด€ส€ แดแด‡แด€ษดแดกสœษชสŸแด‡ แด€สŸสŸ สแดแดœส€ ๊œฐส€ษชแด‡ษดแด…๊œฑ แด€ส€แด‡ แด˜ส€แดส™ ษขแดษดษดแด€ แดแดแด แด‡ แดษด แด›แด แด›สœแด‡ ษดแด‡xแด›!โ€ แด›สœษช๊œฑ แดษดแด‡ ษช๊œฑ แดกสœแด€แด› ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส แด‹แด‡แด‡แด˜๊œฑ แดแด‡ ษขแดษชษดษข สŸแดสŸ! โ‚Šหšสš แ—ขโ‚Šหšโœง ๏พŸ. แด›สœษชส€แด…!: แด‹แด‡แด‡แด˜ษชษดษข แดส€ษขแด€ษชษด๊œฑแด‡แด… ษช๊œฑ ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส สœแด€ส€แด…! แด‡แด แด‡ษด ๊œฐแดส€ แดแด‡ ๊œฑแด€แด…สŸส:( ส™แดœแด›! แดษดแด‡ แด๊œฐ แดส ษชษด๊œฑแด˜แด๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ แด˜ษชษดแด›แด‡ส€แด‡๊œฑแด› ษดแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ! ษช สŸษชแด‹แด‡ แด›แด แด…แด แด›สœษช๊œฑ แด›สแด˜แด‡ แด๊œฐ ษดแดแด›ษชษดษข! ษชแด›๊œฑ ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส ๊œฑษชแดแด˜สŸแด‡ ส™แดœแด› สแด‡แด› สœแด‡สŸแด˜๊œฑ แดแด‡ แด€สŸแดแด› แดกษชแด›สœ สŸแด‡๊œฑ๊œฑแดษด๊œฑ ษช แด…แด ษดแดแด› แดœษดแด…แด‡ส€๊œฑแด›แด€ษดแด…! ษชแด›๊œฑ แด„แด€สŸสŸแด‡แด… แด„แดส€ษดแด‡สŸสŸ ษดแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ! แด˜สŸแดœ๊œฑ แด›สœษช๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส ษชแดแด˜แดส€แด›แด€ษดแด›!: แด›แด€แด‹ษชษดษข ษดแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ แดกสœษชสŸแด‡ ษชษด แด„สŸแด€๊œฑ๊œฑ! ษดแดแด› สŸษชแด‹แด‡ ๊œฐแดœสŸสŸ แดษด ษดแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ แดŠแดœ๊œฑแด› ส€แด‡แดษชษดแด…แด‡ส€๊œฑ! (แด‡x: โ€œแด€๊œฑ ๊œฑแดแดษด แด€๊œฑ ษช ษขแด‡แด› สœแดแดแด‡ ษช แดกษชสŸสŸ ๊œฐษชษดษช๊œฑสœ แด›สœแด‡ ส™ษชแดสŸแดษขส แด€๊œฑ๊œฑษชษขษดแดแด‡ษดแด›โ€, โ€œษชษด 2:50แด˜แด ษช แดกษชสŸสŸ ๊œฑแดœแดส™ษชแด› แด›สœแด‡ แดแด€แด›สœ แด€๊œฑ๊œฑษชษขษดแดแด‡ษดแด›โ€) แดœ๊œฑแด‡ สŸษชแด›แด›สŸแด‡ ๊œฑแดแด€สŸสŸ แด„แดสŸแดส€แด‡แด… ษดแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ แด€ษดแด… ๊œฑแด›ษชแด„แด‹ แด›แด แด›สœแด‡แด แดษด แด€ษดสแด›สœษชษดษข! สŸษชแด‹แด‡ สแดแดœส€ แด„สœส€แดแดแด‡ สŸแด€แด˜! แดส€ สแดแดœส€ ๊œฐแด€แด  แดœ๊œฑแดœแด€สŸ ษดแดแด›แด‡ส™แดแดแด‹ สแดแดœ แดœ๊œฑแด‡ แดส€ ๊œฑแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข, แด›สœษช๊œฑ ส€แด‡แด€สŸสŸส สœแด‡สŸแด˜แด‡แด… แดแด‡ ๊œฑแด›แด€ส ษชษด แด›ษชแดแด‡ แด€ษดแด… สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€ ๊œฑแด„สœแด‡แด…แดœสŸแด‡! (แด€ษดแด… ษช๊œฐ สแดแดœ สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€ แดแด‡๊œฑ๊œฑส แด˜สŸแด€แด„แด‡, แด˜สŸแด‡แด€๊œฑแด‡ ส€แด‡แดษชษดแด… สแดแดœส€๊œฑแด‡สŸ๊œฐ แด‡แด แด‡ส€ส ๊œฑษชษดษขสŸแด‡ แด›ษชแดแด‡ แด„สŸแด‡แด€ษด แดœแด˜!, แด›ษชแด…ส แดœแด˜! แด€ษดแด… ๊œฑแด›แดœ๊œฐ๊œฐ สŸษชแด‹แด‡ แด›สœแด€แด›, โ€œแด€ แด„สŸแด‡แด€ษด ส€แดแดแด = แด€ แด„สŸแด‡แด€ษด แดษชษดแด…โ€ แด›สœษช๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ แด€แด„แด›แดœแด€สŸสŸส แด แด‡ส€ส แด›ส€แดœแด‡! แด€ษดแด… แด„แด€ษด แด€๊œฐ๊œฐแด‡แด„แด› สแดแดœส€ แดแด‡ษดแด›แด€สŸ สœแด‡แด€สŸแด›สœ! แดกสœแด‡ษด สแดแดœ สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€ แดแด‡๊œฑ๊œฑส ส€แดแดแด แด›สœแด‡ษด สแดแดœส€ ษขแดษดษดแด€ สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€ แดแด‡๊œฑ๊œฑส แดษชษดแด… แดกสœษชแด„สœ ษช๊œฑ ษดแดแด› ษขแดษดษดแด€ สœแด‡สŸแด˜ ๊œฑแด›แดœแด…สษชษดษข! แดสœ แด€ษดแด… สŸแดแดแด‹ แดœแด˜ แด˜ษชษดแด›แด‡ส€แด‡๊œฑแด› ๊œฑแด›แดœแด…ส Qแดœแดแด›แด‡๊œฑ แด›สœแด‡ส สœแด‡สŸแด˜ แดแด‡ แด€สŸแดแด› ๊œฑแด›แด€ส ๊œฐแดแด„แดœ๊œฑแด‡แด…!) เฌ˜(เฉญโ—ŒหŠแต•ห‹)เฉญ* เฉˆโ™กโ€งโ‚Šหš แด›สœษช๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ แด€สŸสŸ แด›สœแด‡ แด›ษชแด˜๊œฑ ษช แด„แดแดœสŸแด… แด›สœษชษดแด‹ แด๊œฐ ส€ษชษขสœแด› ษดแดแดก!, ษช๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡๊œฑ แดแดส€แด‡ ษช'สŸสŸ แด›แด‡สŸสŸ สแด€สŸสŸ สŸแด€แด›แด‡ส€ ส™สแด‡!! <3 เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหšเผบโ˜†เผปเฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš
Weekly Affirmations โ™ก Iโ€™m confident that there is a bright future ahead of me. โ™ก I have everything I need to succeed. โ™ก I am capable of reaching my goals. โ™ก I will let go of the things that are not serving me. โ™ก I am deserving of happiness. โ™ก I attract success and prosperity with all my ideas. โ™ก Wealth is pouring into my life. โ™ก my possibilities are endless. โ™ก My future ahead is bright and I am ready to grow.
โ—Œ ๐ŸŒŸ โ €ื…โ €โ €ืโ € New week โ€” start fresh โ—Œ ๐Ÿ’ญ โ €ื…โ €โ €ืโ € New mindset โ€” think positively โ—Œ ๐ŸŒธ โ €ื…โ €โ €ืโ € New opportunities โ€” be grateful โ—Œ ๐Ÿซง โ €ื…โ €โ €ืโ € New possibilities โ€” be optimistic โ—Œ ๐Ÿฉฐ โ €ื…โ €โ €ืโ € New attitude โ€” be kind, be loving
๐‘€๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐ฝ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘ƒ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘๐‘ก๐‘  what are 3 things i want to accomplish this week? what are 3 ways i can improve from last week? what can i let go of this week? what drained my energy last week? how can i prevent that from happening this week? list 3 things iโ€™m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?
แดฌแต›แตƒ แถ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ โฝแต‡โฑแต หขสฐแต’แต—โพ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ สณแต’แต แดฌแต›แตƒ แต–แต’แต› โฑโฟ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข โฝแดฌหกหขแต’ แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต˜โฟโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต›แต’หกหกแต‰สธแต‡แตƒหกหก แต–หกแตƒสธแต‰สณหข หขแต’แตแต‰ โฟแตƒแตแต‰หข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท; แดต'แต โฟแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต’โฟแตˆโฑแต‰ แตโฑสณหก โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แดฑแต›โฑแต‰ สทสฐแต’แต แดฌแต›แตƒ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆสธ โฟแต’หขแต‰ แต—แต’โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แดฌแต›แตƒ'หข แต—แต‰แตƒแตแตแตƒแต—แต‰ แดบแตƒแต—แตƒหกโฑแต‰โพ แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ หขแต–แต’สณแต—หขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ โฑโฟแต›แต’หกแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต›แต’หกหกแต‰สธแต‡แตƒหกหกโ€ง แดนสธ โฟแตƒแตแต‰ โฑหข แดฌแต›แตƒ แดบแตƒแต›แตƒสณสณแต’ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต แต–หกแตƒสธโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดบแตƒแต—แตƒหกโฑแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แดฑแต›โฑแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แตแต˜สธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตโฑสณหกหข แต’แต›แต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถ แต’แถœแต˜หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดต สณแต˜โฟ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒหกหก แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต— โฑแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต’โฟ แดฑแต›โฑแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒโฟ แตƒแต˜แตˆโฑแต‡หกแต‰ แตแตƒหขแต–โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒ แตโฑสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆ 'สฐแต‰สณ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ โฑหข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆ' แตƒหข แดต หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’หขแต‰ แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถ  แต‡หกแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑหขแต—หกแต‰โ€ง 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต—? แดฌสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตˆแตˆโฑโฟแต? แดตแต— สทแตƒหข แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟ!' แต€สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถ  แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง 'แดดแต‰สธ; แดต'แต แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!' 'สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตสธ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แดบแตƒแต›แตƒสณสณแต’ แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰!' แ”†แต’ แดต แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท โฑแต— แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตโธด แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—แตƒแต—แต’สณหข แตแตƒหขแต–โ€ง 'แดต แตƒแต แตˆแต’โฟแต‰!' แดต หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด สทแตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง แดบแตƒแต—แตƒหกโฑแต‰'หข แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแตˆ หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต›แต’หกหกแต‰สธแต‡แตƒหกหก แต–หกแตƒสธแต‰สณหข หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แถ แต’สณแตแต‰แต— แตสธ แต‰หฃโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตสธ แตแต’แต หขแต–แต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒ แถœแต’แตƒแถœสฐ แตƒแต— แตƒโฟ แตƒหกหก แตโฑสณหกหข หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หกโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜สธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆหข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ โฑแต—โ€ง แดบแต’สท แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถœสณแต˜โฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‚แต‰หขแต—แต‡สณแต’แต’แต แต–หกแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡แตƒหขแตแต‰แต—แต‡แตƒหกหก แต—แต‰แตƒแตโ€ง
แดณสณแต’สท แตแต– โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–สณแต‰แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หก แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตสณแต’สท แต˜แต–?" แต€สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰สณ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฌโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ!" แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แต‡หกแต˜สณแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฌ แต—แต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ  แดต แตแต˜แตƒสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ  สทแตƒหข โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดต'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—!" "แดต สทโฑหขสฐ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒโฟ แตƒหขแต—สณแต’โฟแตƒแต˜แต—!" "แดต'แตˆ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ แต–แตƒสณแต‰โฟแต—!" "แต‚แต‰หกหก สฐแต’แต–แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœสฐโฑแต‰แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต‰โธด แถœสฐโฑหกแตˆสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" @ALYJACI
Friday, October 26, 2007 balance you see the spirit of architecture is an inspiration for everybody, involved in the building process to be creative! Antonia at 10:13โ€ฏPM
แ‚แŽฅ!, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’•๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š!!
๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐ŸŒท I honestly dont care about what others think of me, my life revolves around me, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† หš เผ˜ เณ€โ‹†๏ฝกหš๐“ขึดเป‹๐ŸŒทอ™ึ’
------------------------------------------------------------ ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’… โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’Œ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡. โ€œ ------------------------------------------------------------
daily affirmations ห™แต•ห™ โค๏ธŽ i wonโ€™t be so hard on myself โค๏ธŽ i belong here โค๏ธŽ i am worthy of what i desire โค๏ธŽ i love me always โค๏ธŽ happiness is in my hands
positivity ๊”› ๐ŸŒธ you can do great things ๐Ÿซง you are important ๐ŸŒธ you are amazing ๐Ÿซง you deserve happiness ๐ŸŒธ the best is yet to come ๐Ÿซง you deserve flowers
23 March 2009 Weird Science Words Science Dictionary Here are some weird science words. Be careful how you use them. Auscultationโ€”Listening. Especially listening to the sounds of the internal organs, as with a stethoscope. Borborygmus, pl. borborygmiโ€”Rumbling and gurgling noises from hunger. Stomach "growling". Bromhidrosisโ€”Body odor, B.O. From the Greek bromos, a stench, and hidros, sweat. Cacophonyโ€”Jarring, discordant sound. Cacophonous: having a harsh, discordant sound. From the Greek kakophnos, kakos, bad+ phลnฤ“, sound. Kakos goes back to one of the oldest words we still use, the Indo-European root kakka-, to defecate. Cacodylโ€”The arsenic group (CH3)2As, or a poisonous oil (As2(CH3)4) with a strong garlicky odor. Same root as cacophony. Emesis, pl. emesesโ€”The act of coughing up Eructationโ€” burbing Flatusโ€”The gas that comprises Formicationโ€”A sensation that feels like insects crawling on the skin, a type of paresthesia. From formica, Latin for "ant". Googolโ€”The number 10 raised to the power 100 (10100), written out as the numeral 1 followed by 100 zeros. Not to be confused with "Google", a trademark of Google Inc. Masticationโ€”chewing Micturationโ€”Potty Osculantโ€”Intermediate in characteristics between two similar or related taxonomic groups. Closely adhering or joined; embracing Osculationโ€”Kissing; a kiss Oscitancyโ€”the act of yawning Pandiculationโ€”The act of stretching and yawning at the same time. Radicleโ€”A small root, specifically the part of a plant embryo that develops into the root. Not to be confused with "radical", meaning the root (e.g. of a word), at the root, the mathematical root sign (โˆš) or a highly reactive atom, molecule or person. Nor with "ridicule". Sternutationโ€”Sneezing Stertorโ€”The sound of snoring Syzygyโ€”Lots of meanings in different sciences (and in poetry, rhetoric etc.) generally having something to do with being paired, joined, aligned or something. From the Greek zugon, yoke Wambleโ€”To turn or roll (said of the stomach), an upset stomach, nausea
เญจเงŽโ‹†.หšโ€ชโ€ชโค๏ธŽโ€ฌโ€Žโญ’ fun things you can manifest โญ’ ๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ! โญ’ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ (๐ž.๐ . ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.) โญ’ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก! โญ’ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ค! โญ’ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ! โญ’ ๐š ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ! โญ’ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ! โญ’ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ! โญ’ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž! โญ’ ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ž, ๐š๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ & ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž! โญ’ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ข๐๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ! โญ’ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ! โญ’ ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ!
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givesmehope: I met a 16 year old genius who was in medical school, studying to be a pediatric neurosurgeon. He put every dollar he made at his job into a retirement fund. Why? He wanted to be able to retire at age 30, so that he could spend the rest of his life performing brain surgeries for free. His philanthropy GMH. Mar 5 2010
๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ ๊”ซ โ €๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘”๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’ โ™ก iโ€™m the embodiment of a rose religieuse from la ladurรฉe, delicate and sweet โ™ก i often wear empire waist dresses in pastel colors, adorned with lace and velvet ribbons โ™ก whenever i walk by, i leave behind me the scent of sweet things, like warm vanilla, cotton candy and pink cakes โ™ก iโ€™m the sweet, quiet girl who can be found in the library, immersed in a book, calmly sipping on a vanilla latte, killing time before ballet class โ™ก i have beautiful, neat handwriting and excellent calligraphy skills โ™ก iโ€™m quiet, elegant, intelligent and speak eloquently
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๐Ÿ“˜-๐Ÿงฉ-๐Ÿ“˜ / ๐Ÿงฉ-โญ๏ธ-๐Ÿงฉ / ๐Ÿ“˜-๐Ÿงฉ-๐Ÿ“˜
๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸคŽ
June 2nd, 2016, 3:21 PM That awkward moment when you get called on in class and you weren't paying attention
๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• โœงห–ยฐ โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ?โ€ ห–โบโ€งโ‚Šหš โ™ก หšโ‚Šโ€งโบห– โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ท๐˜ชโ€
r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. Iโ€™m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.
๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ, ๐“ฒ ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿชž ๐‘– ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™, ๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’.
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https://www.domestika.org/es/schools
๐Ÿ…ฑ๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฒ๐Ÿ…บ ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†€๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด ๐Ÿ‡ง ๐Ÿ‡ฑ ๐Ÿ‡บ ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™„๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™˜ ๐•ญ๐–”๐–‘๐–‰ ๐•ฑ๐–—๐–†๐–๐–™๐–š๐–— ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“น๐“ฝ โ’ทโ“คโ“‘โ“‘โ“›โ“” ๐’ž๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐”ป๐• ๐•ฆ๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ แ–ดแ—ฉไธ… dฤฑlษŸ ๐”‰๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๏ฝ†๏ฝ•๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ-๏ฝ—๏ฝ‰๏ฝ„๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐™ผ๐š˜๐š—๐š˜๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…”๐Ÿ…–๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…ฃ๐Ÿ…˜๐Ÿ…ฅ๐Ÿ…” ๐Ÿ…’๐Ÿ…˜๐Ÿ…ก๐Ÿ…’๐Ÿ…›๐Ÿ…”๐Ÿ…“ ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†…๐Ÿ…ด ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†€๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ณ แ—กฦŽฦงะฏฦŽVฦŽะฏ ๐–ฒ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ-๐–ฒ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€-๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐™Ž๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ-๐™Ž๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™› ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™„๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™˜ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด-๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐’ฎ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐“…๐“‰ ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐‘บ๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’‡ ๐‘ฉ๐’๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’„ sแดแด€สŸสŸ แด„แด€แด˜s ๐Ÿ…‚๐Ÿ…€๐Ÿ…„๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ…‚ Sฬธtฬธrฬธiฬธkฬธeฬธoฬธuฬธtฬธ โ‚›แตคแตฆโ‚›๐’ธแตฃแตขโ‚šโ‚œ Sแตแดพแดฑแดฟหขแถœสณโฑแต–แต—หข ส‡xวส‡ uสop วpฤฑsdn ๏ผท๏ฝ‰๏ฝ„๏ฝ…
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โ†’ ัƒั”ั•ั‚ั”ัโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ฮนั• ะฝฮนั•ั‚ฯƒััƒ. ั‚ฯƒะผฯƒััฯƒฯ‰ ฮนั• ะผัƒั•ั‚ั”ััƒ. ั‚ฯƒโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ฮนั• ฮฑ gฮนฦ’ั‚. ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• ฯ‰ะฝัƒ ฮนั‚ ฮนั• ยขฮฑโ„“โ„“ั”โˆ‚ โ€œั‚ะฝั” ฯัั”ั•ั”ฮทั‚โ€. โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฮนฮท โ€œั‚ะฝั” ฯัั”ั•ั”ฮทั‚โ€ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะผฮฑะบั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ั‚ฯƒโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ โ†’ ฦ’ฯƒฯ…ั ฦ’ฮฑยขั‚ั• ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ะฒั”ั‚ั‚ั”ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ; 1ั•ั‚: ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ฮฑัƒ ั•ฯƒัััƒ ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” , ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ โ„“ฮนะบั”ั• ัƒฯƒฯ…. 2ฮทโˆ‚: ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ฮฑัƒ ะฒัƒั” ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” , ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ…. 3ัโˆ‚: ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒโ„“ฮฑะผั” ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” , ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ัั”ฮฑโ„“โ„“ัƒ ั‚ัฯ…ั•ั‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ…. 4ั‚ะฝ: ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” , ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ัั• ัƒฯƒฯ… โ†’ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฦ’ฯƒั ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั”ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โ€ฆ ฮฑ ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั” ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮนั• ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮนั‚ ั‚ฮฑะบั”ั• ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ฯƒฮทั” ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒโ€ฆ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ยขฮฑฮท ยขฯƒะผั” ฮนฮท ะผฮฑฮทัƒ โˆ‚ฮนฦ’ฦ’ั”ัั”ฮทั‚ ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั•, ั•ะฝฮฑฯั”ั• ฮท ั•ฮนzั”ั• โ€ฆ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮฑ ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั” ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ยขฯƒฮทqฯ…ั”ั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg โ€ฆ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ โ„“ั”ฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ฯ…ั• ั•ฯั”ั”ยขะฝโ„“ั”ั•ั• โ€ฆ โ†’ ฮฑ ั•ฮนฮทgโ„“ั” ะฝฮฑัั•ะฝ ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ ั•ฯฯƒะบั”ฮท ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ั‚ฮนะผั” ฯƒฦ’ ฮฑฮทgั”ั ฮนั• ั•ฯƒ ฯฯƒฮนั•ฯƒฮทฯƒฯ…ั• ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั‚ ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ฯ…ั• ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ ั‚ะฝั” 100 โ„“ฯƒฮฝฮฑะฒโ„“ั” ยขฯƒฮทฮฝั”ัั•ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั• ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฮนฮท ั•ั”ยขฯƒฮทโˆ‚ั•. โ†’ ฮนฮท ฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ฮนั• ะผฯƒัั” ฮนะผฯฯƒัั‚ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ โ„“ฮนฯั• ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ั•ฯƒ ะฒั” ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ ฦ’ฯƒัั”ฮฝั”ั โ†’ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ะฒั”ะฝฮฑฮฝฮนฯƒั ยขฮฑฮท ยขฯƒฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮฑยขะบ ฯƒฦ’ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบั• ะฒฯ…ั‚ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบั• ยขฮฑฮท ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ยขฯƒฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮฑยขะบ ฯƒฦ’ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ะฒั”ะฝฮฑฮฝฮนฯƒั ั•ฯƒ ะบั”ั”ฯ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฒั”ะฝฮฑฮฝฮนฯƒั ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”ั•ั‚ โ„“ั”ฮฝั”โ„“
โ†’ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮนั• ฮฑ โ„“ฮฑฮทgฯ…ฮฑgั” ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”, ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮนั• ฮฑ ั•ฯƒฯ…ัยขั” ั‚ฯƒ ฯ‰ฮนฮท ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮนั• ฮฑ ฮทฮฑะผั” ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โ„“ัƒ ะผฯƒฯƒโˆ‚, ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ยขัั”ฮฑั‚ั” gัั”ฮฑั‚ฮทั”ั•ั• ฮนฮท ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮทฮฑโ„“ฮนั‚ัƒ ั•ฯƒ ะบั”ั”ฯ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ฮนฮทg โ†’ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•ะฝฮนฯั• ฮฑัั” โ„“ฮนะบั” ั‚ัั”ั”ั• ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ โˆ‚ั”ะผฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑั‚ั‚ั”ฮทั‚ฮนฯƒฮท &ฮฑะผฯ; ยขฮฑัั” ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ะฒั”gฮนฮทฮทฮนฮทg ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฮทยขั” ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ะฒโ„“ฯƒั•ั•ฯƒะผั• ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฯัฯƒฮฝฮนโˆ‚ั” ฯ… ั•ะฝฮฑโˆ‚ั” ฮนฮท ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ั•ฮนั‚ฯ…ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั• ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ†’ ฮน ะบั”ฯั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฮทฮฑะผั” ฮนฮท ะผัƒ ื ฯƒฯ…ัฮทฮฑโ„“, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯฯƒั•ั‚ั”โˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ั”โˆ‚gั”ั ฯƒฦ’ ะผัƒ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฯƒฮทั‚ ะฒั” ยขโ„“ฮฑั•ั•ฮนฦ’ฮนั”โˆ‚ ฮฑั• ฦ’ฮนฯ‡ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑั•ั•ั”ั‚ั•, ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั‚ะฝั” ะผฮฑัะบั”ั‚ ฮฝฮฑโ„“ฯ…ั” ฯƒฦ’ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•ะฝฮนฯ ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั โˆ‚ั”ฯัั”ยขฮนฮฑั‚ั” ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚. โ†’ ฮน ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ฯ… ั ฮฝั”ััƒ ยขฮฑัั”โ„“ั”ั•ั•!!! ฯ… ยขฯƒะผั” &ฮฑะผฯ; โ„“ั”ฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ะฒั”ะฝฮนฮทโˆ‚!!!! ั•ั”ั” ฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” โ„“ั”ฦ’ั‚?? ฯ… ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ยขฮฑะผั” ฮนฮท ะผัƒ ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚ &ฮฑะผฯ; โ„“ั”ฦ’ั‚ ฮฑ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฯƒฮท ะผัƒ ฦ’ฮฑยขั”โ€ฆ. โ†’ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ฮนั• ฮฑ ฯั”ัฦ’ฯ…ะผั”. ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮทฮทฯƒั‚ ั•ฯัั”ฮฑโˆ‚ ฯƒฮท ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ัั• ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ gั”ั‚ั‚ฮนฮทg ฮฑ ฦ’ั”ฯ‰ โˆ‚ัฯƒฯั• ฯƒฮท ฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’. ั•ฯƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒั” ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ัั• ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ ! โ†’ ั•ฯƒ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮนั• ฯ…ั ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”โ€ฆ.. ั•ฯƒ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮนั• ฯ…ั ั•ั‚ัƒโ„“ั”โ€ฆ.. ั•ฯƒ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮนั• ฯ…ั ฮฝฯƒฮนยขั”โ€ฆ.. ั•ฯƒ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮนั• ฯ…ั ั”ัƒั”โ€ฆโ€ฆ. ั•ั”ั” ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚โ„“ัƒ ฮน โ„“ฮนั”!! โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝัƒ โˆ‚ฯƒ ฯ‰ั” ยขโ„“ฯƒั•ั” ฯƒฯ…ั ั”ัƒั”ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ั” ฯัฮฑัƒ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ั” ยขััƒ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ั” โˆ‚ัั”ฮฑะผ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ั” ะบฮนั•ั• ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ั‚ะฝั” ะผฯƒั•ั‚ ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮนฮท โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮฑัั” ฮทฯƒั‚ ั•ั”ั”ฮท. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฦ’ั”โ„“ั‚ ะฒัƒ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚! โˆ‚ั”ฦ’ฮนฮทฮนั‚ั”โ„“ัƒ ฯ…,ะผัƒ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚:) ! โ†’ ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ั‚ะฝั” โˆ‚ฮฑัƒโ€ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒั” ั‚ะฝั” ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท ฯƒฦ’ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”โ€™ั• ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ฮฑ ฯฮฑัั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ฮนั‚. ะฒั” ฮฑ ฯฮฑัั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”โ€™ั• ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ฮทั”ั•ั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั” ัั”ฮฑั•ฯƒฮท ฦ’ฯƒั ฮนั‚. โ†’ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฦ’ัฯ…ฮนั‚ั• ั ฮทฮนยขั” 2 ั”ฮฑั‚, ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ั• ั ฮทฮนยขั” 2 ั•ฮฑัƒ, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ั ัั”ฮฑโ„“โ„“ัƒ ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ 2 ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚. ะผัƒ gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ฮทั”ั•ั•, ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝั”โ„“โ„“ โˆ‚ฮนโˆ‚ ฯ… ะผฮฑฮทฮฑgั” 2 ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ะผั” โ†’ ฮฑ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” gฮนฮฝั”ั• ัั”โˆ‚ ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒฯ…ั 2 ฯ…ั ยขะฝั”ั”ะบั•, ฯ‰ะฝฮนั‚ั” 2 ฯ…ั ั‚ั”ั”ั‚ะฝ, ฯฮนฮทะบ ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒฯ…ั 2 ฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฯั•, ั•ฮนโ„“ฮฝั”ั ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒฯ…ั 2 ฯ…ั ั”ัƒั”ั•, ั•ฯƒ ะบั”ั”ฯ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ฮนฮทg &ฮฑะผฯ; ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ ั‚ะฝั” ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒฯ…ัั• ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ†’ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’ ,ฦ’โ„“ฮนัั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ…ั ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ฮนฮทg,ัฯƒะผฮฑฮทยขั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ โˆ‚ัั”ฮฑะผั•,gั”ั‚ ั”ฮทgฮฑgั”โˆ‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ฮนยขฮนั‚ัƒ,ะผฮฑัััƒ gั”ฮทฯ…ฮนฮทั”ั•ั•,โˆ‚ฮนฮฝฯƒัยขั” ั‚ะฝั” ั”gฯƒโ€ฆั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ั• gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”โ€ฆ โ†’ ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ั• ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ั• ั•ะฝฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะฒั” ะฝฮฑฮทโˆ‚โ„“ั”โˆ‚ ยขฮฑัั”ฦ’ฯ…โ„“โ„“ัƒ, ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯฯƒะบั”ฮท &ฮฑะผฯ; ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ะฒัฯƒะบั”ฮท ฮฑัั” ั‚ะฝั” ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ั”ั•ั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ั‚ฯƒ ัั”ฯฮฑฮนั โ†’ ั•ฯƒะผั”โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝฮฑฮนั. ัƒฯƒฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั‚ั”ั”ั‚ะฝ- ฯƒัƒฯ…ั ะผฯƒฮทั”ัƒ &ฮฑะผฯ; ั”ฮฝั”ฮท โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚. ะฒฯ…ั‚ 1 ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั โ„“ฯƒฯƒั•ั” ฮนั• ฯƒัƒฯ…ั gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบั•. ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮทั‚ โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฝฮฑฮฝั”! โ†’ ะผฮฑะบฮนฮทg ฮฑ ะผฮนโ„“โ„“ฮนฯƒฮท ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ฮฑฮท ฮฑยขะฝฮนั”ฮฝั”ะผั”ฮทั‚, ั‚ะฝั” ฮฑยขะฝฮนั”ฮฝั”ะผั”ฮทั‚ ฮนั• ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั” โ€œฮฑโ€ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะฒัƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮฑ ะผฮนโ„“โ„“ฮนฯƒฮท ฮฑัั” ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮทั•ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€ฆ.! โ†’ ั•ะผฯƒฯƒั‚ะฝ ัฯƒฮฑโˆ‚ั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผฮฑะบั” gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ โˆ‚ัฮนฮฝั”ัั•! ั•ะผฯƒฯƒั‚ะฝ ั•ั”ฮฑ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผฮฑะบั”ั• gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ั•ฮฑฮนโ„“ฯƒัั•! ยขโ„“ั”ฮฑั ั•ะบฮนั”ั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผฮฑะบั” gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯฮนโ„“ฯƒั‚ั•! ฯัฯƒะฒโ„“ั”ะผ ฦ’ัั”ั” โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ฮฑ ั•ั‚ัฯƒฮทg &ฮฑะผฯ; gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท! ะฒั” ั•ั‚ัฯƒฮทg ั”ฮทฯƒฯ…gะฝ ั‚ฯƒ ฮฑยขยขั”ฯั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ยขะฝฮฑโ„“โ„“ั”ฮทgั”ัั• ฯƒฦ’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”. โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฮฑั•ะบ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” โ€œฯ‰ะฝัƒ ะผั”?โ€ ฮนฮทั•ั‚ั”ฮฑโˆ‚ ั•ฮฑัƒ โ€œั‚ััƒ ะผั”!โ€ Posted by Kiran Bele at 19:02
๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”  ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ. - ๐”ˆ๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฐ 6:2
โ„Œ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด โœฎ๏ธŽ ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ!
โ†’ ฮนฦ’ 10 ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ยขฮฑัั” 4 ฯ…, ฯƒฮทั” ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮนั• ะผั”, ฮนฦ’ 1 ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ยขฮฑัั”ั• 4 ฯ… ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะฒั” ะผั” ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮท, ฮนฦ’ ฮทฯƒ 1 ยขฮฑัั”ั• 4 ฯ… ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ะผั”ฮฑฮทั• ฮน ะผ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝฮนั• ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚. โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ฮน ะฝฮฑโˆ‚ ฯƒฮทั” โ„“ฮฑั•ั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝ ะฒั”ฦ’ฯƒัั” ฮน โˆ‚ฮนั” โ€ฆ ะผัƒ โ„“ฮฑั•ั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝ ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะฒั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ , ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ยขััƒ โ†’ ั‚ัฯ…ั” ยขฮฑัั” ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั gฯƒ ฯ…ฮทัั”ยขฯƒgฮทฮนzั”โˆ‚, ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝ ฯƒฮทั” ฯƒฦ’ั‚ั”ฮท ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ะผฮนั•ั‚ฮฑะบั”ั• ฮนฮท ฮฝฮฑโ„“ฯ…ฮนฮทg ฮนั‚, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ โˆ‚ั”ฦ’ฮนฮทฮนั‚โ„“ัƒ ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯƒฮทยขั” ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั•ั‚ฮฑัั‚ ะผฮนั•ั•ฮนฮทg ฮนั‚. โ†’ ะผฮฑฮท ั‚ฯƒ gฯƒโˆ‚: โ€œฯโ„“ั”ฮฑั•ั” gฮนฮฝั” ะผั” ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ั•ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮน ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”โ€ฆโ€ gฯƒโˆ‚ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัั”ฯโ„“ฮนั”โˆ‚: โ€œฮน ะฝฮฑฮฝั” gฮนฮฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ั‚ฯƒ ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทgโ€ฆโ€ โ†’ ฮน ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝ ฮฑฮท ฮฑฮทgั”โ„“ ฯƒฦ’ ะผั”ัยขัƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั•ฮนั‚ั• ฮทั”ฯ‡ั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… &ฮฑะผฯ; ยขฯƒฮฝั”ัั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ gั”ฮทั‚โ„“ั” ฯ‰ฮนฮทgั• ั•ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚, ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮฑโ„“ะบ ฯ‰ัฮฑฯฯั”โˆ‚ ฮนฮท ฮฑโ„“โ„“ฮฑะฝโ€™ั• gัฮฑยขั”, ฯัฯƒั‚ั”ยขั‚ั”โˆ‚ &ฮฑะผฯ; ฯั”ฮฑยขั”ฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ฦ’ฯƒัั”ฮฝั”ั โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮฑ ะผฮนััฯƒั. ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฦ’ัฯƒฯ‰ฮท ฮฑั‚ ฮนั‚, ฮนั‚ ฦ’ัฯƒฯ‰ฮทั• ะฒฮฑยขะบ. ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮฑั‚ ฮนั‚, ฮนั‚ ัั”ั‚ฯ…ัฮทั• ั‚ะฝั” gัั”ั”ั‚ฮนฮทg.
โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั” ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’ฮฑั•ั‚ ั‚ฯƒ gั”ั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั”, ัƒฯƒฯ… ะผฮนั•ั• ั‚ะฝั” ฦ’ฯ…ฮท ฯƒฦ’ gั”ั‚ั‚ฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝั”ัั”. โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ฮฑ ัฮฑยขั”, ั•ฯƒ ั‚ฮฑะบั” ฮนั‚ ั•โ„“ฯƒฯ‰ั”ั ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ ั‚ะฝั” ะผฯ…ั•ฮนยข ะฒั”ฦ’ฯƒัั” ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯƒฮทgโ€™ั• ฯƒฮฝั”ั ! โ†’ ฯƒฮทั” โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ะผัƒ ะฒัฮฑฮนฮท ฮฑั•ะบั”โˆ‚ ะผั” โ€œัƒ ั ฯ… ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ฮนฮทg ะผั•gั• ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ะผั”ั•ั•ฮฑgฮนฮทg ฯ…? ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนั‚ั‚โ„“ั” โ€œะฝั”ฮฑัั‚โ€ ั•ฮฑฮนโˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะฒัฮฑฮนฮท โ€œฯ…โ€ ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ะผั•gั• ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ โ€œฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•ะฝฮนฯโ€ โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑั• ฮฑ ะบฮนโˆ‚. ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ gัฯƒฯ‰ ฯ…ฯ ั•ฯƒฯƒฮท. ฮทฯƒฯ‰ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮน gัฯƒฯ‰ฮท ฯ…ฯ, ฮน ัั”ฮฑโ„“ฮนzั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”โˆ‚ ั”ะผฯƒั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั• ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะฒัฯƒะบั”ฮท ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ั•.
โ†’ ฯ…ั ั•ะบัƒ ฮนั• ฮฑั• ะผฯ…ยขะฝ ฮฑั• ฯ…โ€™โˆ‚ ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ัั”ฮฑยขะฝ, ฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฮฑั• โ„“ฯƒฮทั”โ„“ัƒ ฮฑั• ฯ…โ€™โˆ‚ โ„“ฮนะบั” ั‚ฯƒ ะผฮฑะบั”; ฯ…ั ื ฯƒัƒ ฮนั• ฮฑั• ะผฯ…ยขะฝ ฮฑั• ฯ… โˆ‚ั”ยขฮนโˆ‚ั” ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“, ฯ…ั ฮทฮนั‚ั” ฮนั• ฮฑั• โ„“ฯƒฮทg ฮฑั• ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ั”ยขฮนโˆ‚ั” ั‚ฯƒ ฯ‰ฮฑะบั”. ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ั•ั”ั‚ั• ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮนะผฮนั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ฯ…, ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ยขฮฑฮท ั”ั‚ยขะฝ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯฮฑฮท ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ะบัƒ, ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฯ… ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ โˆ‚ฯƒ ฮนั• ัฮนั•ั”, ั•ฯัั”ฮฑโˆ‚ ฯ…ั ฯ‰ฮนฮทgั• &ฮฑะผฯ; โˆ‚ั”ยขฮนโˆ‚ั” ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’โ„“ัƒ. โ†’ ะฒัƒั” ฮนั• ฮฑ โ„“ฮนั‚ั‚โ„“ั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั”ั• ั•ฯƒ ะผฯ…ยขะฝ ฯฮฑฮนฮท. ั‚ะฝั” ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฯƒโ„“โˆ‚ ฮทฯƒฯ‰ ะผฮนgะฝั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะผั”ั”ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮท. ั•ฯƒ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ฮฑัƒ โ€œะฒัƒั”โ€ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั•ฮฑัƒ โ€œะผั”ั”ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮทโ€ ฯƒั โ€œั•ั”ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ฯƒฯƒฮทโ€ ั•ั”ฮทโˆ‚ ฮนั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ฮฑัƒ โ€˜ะฒัƒั”โ€™ ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”. โ†’ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ั”ั•ั‚ ฯฮฑัั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผฮนั•ั•ฮนฮทg ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฮฑะฒั•ั”ฮทยขั”, ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ฯƒฦ’ ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑั•ะบ ัƒฯƒฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’, โ€˜ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ะผฯƒะผั”ฮทั‚ั• ั”ฮฝั”ั ะฝฮฑฯฯั”ฮท ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮท?โ€™ โ†’ ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮนั• ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ€œฮทฮฑั‚ฯ…ัั”โ€ โˆ‚ั”ฮฑั ฮนั• ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ€œฮทฮฑะผั”โ€ ฮฑั• ั”ฮฑัั‚ะฝ ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ั• โ€œฯ‰ฮฑั‚ั”ัโ€ ฦ’โ„“ฯƒฯ‰ั”ั ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ั• โ€œโˆ‚ั”ฯ‰โ€ ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ะฒฯ…ั‚ โ€œะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั•โ€ ฦ’ฯƒั ฯ… โ†’ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒั” ฯัฯƒฯ…โˆ‚ ฮทฯƒั โˆ‚ั”ฯัั”ั•ั•ั”โˆ‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝั” ฯฯƒั•ฮนั‚ฮนฯƒฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฯƒโ„“โˆ‚ ฮนฮท ั•ฯƒยขฮนั”ั‚ัƒ! ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั, ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั” gฮฑะผั” ฯƒฦ’ ยขะฝั”ั•ั• ฮนั• ฯƒฮฝั”ั, ะฒฯƒั‚ะฝ ะบฮนฮทg ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯฮฑฯ‰ฮทั• gฯƒ ฮนฮท ั•ฮฑะผั” ะฒฯƒฯ‡! โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯัฯƒะฒโ„“ั”ะผั• ฮฑัั” ั•ฯƒ ะฒฮนg ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั•ั‚ัั”ฮทgั‚ะฝ ฮนั• ฮทฯƒ โ„“ฯƒฮทgั”ั ั”ฮทฯƒฯ…gะฝ ั‚ฯƒ ยขฮฑัััƒ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ, โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ gฮนฮฝ ฯ…ฯ. ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั•ั‚ัั”ฮทgั‚ะฝ ั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•, ั‚ะฝั” gัฮฑยขั” ฯƒฦ’ gฯƒโˆ‚ ะฒั”gฮนฮทั• ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ. โ†’ ฯ… ั ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั•ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ั• ฯƒฦ’ ะผฮนโ„“ั”ั• ฮฑฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะผั”, ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮน\'ะผ ฯ‰ฮฑั‚ยขะฝฮนฮทg ฯ…ั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ะผฯƒฮฝั”ะผั”ฮทั‚ ฯƒฮท 3 โˆ‚ฮนฦ’ฦ’ั‚ ยขะฝฮฑฮทฮทั”โ„“ั•: ฯฯƒgฯƒ, ยขฮฑัั‚ฯƒฯƒฮท ฮทั”ั‚ฯ‰ฯƒัะบ &ฮฑะผฯ; ฮฑฮทฮนะผฮฑโ„“ ฯโ„“ฮฑฮทั”ั‚. ั‚ะฝฮทฯ‡ ั‚ฯƒ ะผั”โˆ‚ฮนฮฑ.
โ†’ 7 ัฯ…โ„“ั”ั• ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒโ€ฆ.. 1. ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฝฮฑั‚ั”โ€ฆ.. 2. โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฯ‰ฯƒัััƒโ€ฆ.. 3. โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั”โ€ฆ.. 4. ั”ฯ‡ฯั”ยขั‚ ฮฑ โ„“ฮนั‚ั‚โ„“ั”โ€ฆ.. 5. gฮนฮฝั” ฮฑ โ„“ฯƒั‚โ€ฆ.. 6. ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”โ€ฆ.. 7. ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮฑ ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท โ„“ฮนะบั” ะผั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ัƒฯƒฯ… โ€ฆ.. โ†’ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” โ„“ฮนgะฝั‚,โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ฮฑั‚ ั•ฯ…ฮท..ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ฮฑั‚ ะผฯƒฯƒฮท.. ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ัƒ,โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ฮฑั‚ ฮทฮฑั‚ฯ…ัั”..ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” ะฝฯƒฯั”,โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ฮฑั‚ ฦ’ฯ…ั‚ฯ…ัั”.. ะฒฯ…ั‚,ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝฮนั•,โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ะผฮนััฯƒัโ€ฆ.!!!!!! โ†’ ั‚ะฝั” ะฒฮนggั”ั•ั‚ ะผัƒั•ั‚ั”ััƒ ฯƒฦ’ ะผฮฑั‚ะฝั•: 1000ั• ฯƒฦ’ ัƒั”ฮฑัั• ฯฮฑั•ั•ั”โˆ‚ , ะผฮนโ„“โ„“ฮนฯƒฮทั• ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั”ฯƒัั”ะผั• โˆ‚ั”ัฮนฮฝั”โˆ‚ , 100ั• ฯƒฦ’ ฦ’ฯƒัะผฯ…โ„“ฮฑ ะผฮฑโˆ‚ั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“โ€ฆโ€ฆ.. โ€˜ฯ‡โ€˜ ฮนั• ฯ…ฮทะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ฮท!!!!!!! โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… gฮนฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ฮนะผั” ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ… ั‚ฯƒ gฮนฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”, ะผฮฑะบั” ั•ฯ…ัั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั”โ„“ั”ยขั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒัั”ฮฑะบ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ะฒัฯƒะบั”ฮท ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ั• ะฝฮฑั• ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ฯฮฑัั” ฯฮฑัั‚ั•. ฯ‰ัฮนั‚ั” ฯƒฮท ะฒัฮนยขะบั• โ†’ โˆ‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ะผั”ฮท ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯ‰ฯƒะผั”ฮท ฮฑัั” ฮฑฮทgั”โ„“ั• ยขัั”ฮฑั‚ั”โˆ‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯƒฮทโ„“ัƒ ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ฮนฮทg? ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั”ะผะฒัฮฑยขั” ั”ฮฑยขะฝ ฯƒั‚ะฝั”ั ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ฮฑะฒโ„“ั” ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’โ„“ัƒโ€ฆ ะฝฯƒฯั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฮฑฮทgั”โ„“ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท ฦ’โ„“ัƒ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฦ’ฯƒัั”ฮฝั”ั โ†’ ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฮฑ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ะฒั”ฮฑั‚, 2 ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ะฒั”ฮฑั‚ ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, 2 ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั•, ั‚ฯƒ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•ั• ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ 4 ฮฑ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ ฮน ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ฯ… ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• โ†’ ฮน ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฮฑั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน โ„“ฮนะบั” ฮน ยขััƒ ฦ’ฯƒั ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ยขฮฑัั” ฮน ั•ะฝฮฑัั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮน โ„“ฮฑฯ…gะฝ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ, ฮน ั•ะผั• ฯƒฮทโ„“ัƒ ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒะผ ฮน ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฯƒฯƒั•ั”. โ†’ ฮฑ ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝั‚!! ั‚ะฝั” ฯั”ัั•ฯƒฮท ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฯ‡ฯโ„“ฮฑฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ะผั”ฮฑฮทฮนฮทg ฯƒฦ’ ยขฯƒโ„“ฯƒั ั‚ฯƒ ฮฑ ะฒโ„“ฮนฮทโˆ‚ ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฯ‡ฯโ„“ฮฑฮนฮท ฮฑฮทัƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg &ฮฑะผฯ; ั”ฮฝั”ััƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮนฮท โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”! โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮฑ ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” &ฮฑะผฯ; ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฯ…ั•ั” ฮนั‚. ฮนั‚ ะผั”ฮฑฮทั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮฑฮท ฮฑยขยขฯƒฯ…ฮทั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ะผฮนโ„“โ„“ฮนฯƒฮท โˆ‚ฯƒโ„“โ„“ฮฑัั• ฮนฮท ะฒฮฑฮทะบ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ฮทฯƒ ยขะฝั”ยขะบ ะฒฯƒฯƒะบ. โ†’ ฯ‰ั”โ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝั”ั ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ะผั”ั”ั‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ั”ฮฝั”ััƒโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ &ฮฑะผฯ; ั‚ฮฑโ„“ะบ ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั”ฮฝั”ััƒโˆ‚ฮฑัƒ. ฯ‰ั”โ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝั”ั ฮนั• ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ะผฮฑัƒ ฯƒั ะผฮฑัƒ ฮทฯƒั‚ ะผั”ั”ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ฯƒฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… &ฮฑะผฯ; ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนฮทั”ั•. โ†’ ฯƒฮทั” โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ ฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ฮฑั•ะบ ะผั”: ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• ะผฯƒัั” ฮนะผฯฯƒัั‚ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ…, ะผั” ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”? ฮน ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั•ฮฑัƒ: ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”โ€ฆ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮฑโ„“ะบ ฮฑฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ะผั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ… ั ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”! โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ะฝฯ…ัั‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ฮนโˆ‚ฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฝฯ…ัั‚ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ั•ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ั• ฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ฮนโˆ‚ฮทโ€™ั‚ ั•ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ั• ัƒฯƒฯ… ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ยขฯƒะผั” ะฒฮฑยขะบ โ†’ ฮฑ ะฒฯ…ั•ัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ะผฮฑะบั”ั• ฯัฮฑัƒั”ัั• ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ั”ั, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯัฮฑัƒั”ัั• ะผฮฑะบั” ฮฑ ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ะฒฯ…ั•ัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ั”ฮฑั•ฮนั”ั. ั•ฯƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะบั”ั”ฯ ฯัฮฑัƒฮนฮทg ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ะผั” ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ฯัฮฑัƒั”ัั•. โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• 4 โ„“ฮนฮฝฮนฮทg, ฮน โ„“ฮนฮฝั” 4 ฯ…. ั•ฯƒฮทgั• ั 4 ั•ฮนฮทgฮนฮทg, ฮน ั•ฮนฮทg 4 ฯ…. โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮนั• 4 ยขฮฑัฮนฮทg, ฮน ยขฮฑัั” 4 ฯ…. ฮฑฮทgั”โ„“ั• ั 4 ะบั”ั”ฯฮนฮทg, ยขฮฑฮท ฮน ะบั”ั”ฯ ฯ…โ€ฆ? โ†’ ั•ฮฑยขัฮนฦ’ฮนยขั” ฮนั• gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”. ยขะฝฮฑัฮฑยขั‚ั”ั ฮนั• gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ัƒ. ะฝฯ…ะผฮฑฮทฮนั‚ัƒ ฮนั• gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท ฯ‰ั”ฮฑโ„“ั‚ะฝ. ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฮนั• gัั”ฮฑั‚ั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑฮท gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทั•. โ†’ ะฝฮฑฯฯฮนั”ั•ั‚ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” โ€œั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ะฒั”ั•ั‚โ€ ฮนฮท โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”. ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ะผฮฑะบั” ั‚ะฝั” โ€œะฒั”ั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgโ€ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ะฒัฮนฮทgั• ั‚ะฝั”ฮนั ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ!! ั•ั‚ฮฑัƒ ะฝฮฑฯฯัƒ!! โ†’ ฮน ะฝฮฑฮฝั” โ„“ฮนะบั”โˆ‚ ะผฮฑฮทัƒ ะฒฯ…ั‚ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั”โˆ‚ ฮฝั”ััƒ ฦ’ั”ฯ‰. ัƒั”ั‚ ฮทฯƒ-ฯƒฮทั” ะฝฮฑั• ะฒั”ั”ฮท ฮฑั• ั•ฯ‰ั”ั”ั‚ ฮฑั• ฯ…. ฮน ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฯ‰ฮฑฮนั‚ ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ั• โ„“ฯƒฮทgั”ั•ั‚ qฯ…ั”ฯ…ั”. ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ั‚ะฝั” ฯโ„“ั”ฮฑั•ฯ…ัั” ฯƒฦ’ ฮฑ ะผฯƒะผั”ฮทั‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ฯ…. โ†’ ฯั”ัฦ’ั”ยขั‚ฮนฯƒฮท ฮนั• ฮนะผฯฯƒั•ั•ฮนะฒโ„“ั” ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ฮฑยขะฝฮนั”ฮฝั”โˆ‚ ยขฯƒะผฯโ„“ั”ั‚ั”โ„“ัƒ ะฒัƒ ฮฑฮทัƒฯƒฮทั” ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝฮนั• ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚. ะฒั‚ ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะบั”ั”ฯ ยขะฝฮฑั•ฮนฮทg ฯั”ัฦ’ั”ยขั‚ฮนฯƒฮท, ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ฯƒฮท ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะผฮฑัƒ ยขฮฑั‚ยขะฝ ั”ฯ‡ยขั”โ„“โ„“ั”ฮทยขั”! โ†’ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ะผฯƒัั” ฮฑะฒฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฯฮฑั•ั‚, ฮนั‚ ะฒัฮนฮทgั• ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ะผฯƒัั” ฮฑะฒฯƒฯ…ั‚ ฦ’ฯ…ั‚ฯ…ัั”, ฮนั‚ ะฒัฮนฮทgั• ฦ’ั”ฮฑัั• ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ะผฯƒัั” ฮฑะฒฯƒฯ…ั‚ ะผั” ฯ‰ะฝฮนยขะฝ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒัฮนฮทgั• ยขะฝั”ั”ัั•. โ†’ ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ั ั•ฯƒะผั” ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ัฯƒะผฮฑฮทั‚ฮนยข ยขฯƒฯ…ฮทั‚ัฮนั”ั• ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚, โ€œะฝ.ฯƒ.โ„“.โ„“.ฮฑ.ฮท.โˆ‚โ€ ะฝฯƒฯ ฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” โ„“ฮฑั•ั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั โˆ‚ฮนั”ั•โ€ฆ โ€œฮน.ั‚.ฮฑ.โ„“.ัƒโ€ ฮน ั‚ัฯ…ั•ั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€ฆ โ€œโ„“.ฮน.ะฒ.ัƒ.ฮฑโ€ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮนั• ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑโ„“ั•ฯƒโ€ฆ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮนั• ฮนั• ะผัƒ ฦ’ฮฑฮฝฯƒฯ…ัฮนั‚ั”โ€ฆ. โ€œฦ’.ั.ฮฑ.ฮท.ยข.ั”โ€ ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั•ะฝฮนฯ ัั”ะผฮฑฮนฮทั• ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฮทโˆ‚โ€ฆ โ†’ ั•ฯƒะผั” ฦ’ัฮนั”ฮทโˆ‚ั• ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั” ะผฯƒฮฝั” ฮฑฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ั•ฯƒะผั” ะบั”ั”ฯ ั•ฮนโ„“ั”ฮทั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั” ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ยขะฝฮฑฮทgั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮนโ€™ะผ ฮทฯƒั‚ 1 ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ. ฮนโ€™ะผ ะฝั”ัั” ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ 4 ั‚ฯ‰ฯƒ ะผฯƒะผั”ฮทั‚ั• .. ฮทฯƒฯ‰ &ฮฑะผฯ; 4ั”ฮฝั”ัโ€ฆ!!:) โ†’ ั‚ฮนฯั• ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั”ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯ…ะผะผั”ั 1- โˆ‚ัฮนฮทะบ โ„“ฯƒั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ฦ’ัั”ั•ะฝ ฯ‰ฮฑั‚ั”ั 2- ยขฯƒฮฝั”ั ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะฝั”ฮฑโˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฯƒฯ…ั‚ั•ฮนโˆ‚ั” 3- ั”ฮฑั‚ ฮฝั”gั”ั‚ฮฑะฒโ„“ั”ั• ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะผฯƒั•ั‚ ฮนะผฯฯƒัั‚ฮฑฮทั‚ 4- ะผั”ั•ั•ฮฑgั” ะผั” โˆ‚ฮฑฮนโ„“ัƒ ะฒยขฯƒz ฮน ะผ ั•ฯƒ ยขฯƒฯƒฯƒโ„“..:-) โ†’ ฮน ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ฦ’ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮฑ 1000 ฯฮฑgั”ั• ั‚ั”โ„“โ„“ฮนฮทg ฯ… ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ฮน ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฯ… ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ฮทฯƒั‚ ฯ…ฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั•ั‚ฮฑฮทโˆ‚.. ั•ฯƒ ฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฮน โ„“ั”ฮฑฮฝั” ฯ‰/ฯƒ ฮฑ ั•ฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚, ั”ฯ‡ยขั”ฯั‚ ะผัƒ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ั•ะฝฮฑั‚ั‚ั”ัฮนฮทg ฮฑั• ฮนั‚ ะฝฮนั‚ั• ั‚ะฝั” gัฯƒฯ…ฮทโˆ‚. โ†’ โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฒั” โˆ‚ฮนั•ฮฑฯฯฯƒฮนฮทั‚ั”โˆ‚ ฮนฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ ัั”ฦ’ฯ…ั•ั”ั• ั‚ฯƒ ะฝั”โ„“ฯ ัƒฯƒฯ…. ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั โˆ‚ั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโˆ‚ั• ฯƒฦ’ ั”ฮนฮทั•ั‚ั”ฮนฮท: โ€œฮน ะผ ั‚ะฝฮฑฮทะบฦ’ฯ…โ„“ ั‚ฯƒ ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ั•ฮฑฮนโˆ‚ ฮทฯƒ ั‚ฯƒ ะผั”. ฮนั‚ั• ะฒยขฯƒz ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝะผ, ฮน โˆ‚ฮนโˆ‚ ฮนั‚ ะผัƒั•ั”โ„“ฦ’.โ€ โ†’ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…โ€™ัั” ฮฑฮทgััƒ ฮฑั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ gั”ั‚ ฮนััฮนั‚ฮฑั‚ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฮนะผั” ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ฮนะผั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…ั‚ ะฝฮนะผ/ะฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั”ฮท ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ั‚ัฯ…ั” ัั”โ„“ฮฑั‚ฮนฯƒฮทโ€..! โ†’ ฮนฦ’ ั‚ฮนะผั” โˆ‚ฯƒั”ั•ฮทโ€™ั‚ ฯ‰ฮฑฮนั‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ัƒฯƒฯ…, โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฯ‰ฯƒัััƒ! ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ัั”ะผฯƒฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ะฒฮฑั‚ั‚ั”ััƒ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ยขโ„“ฯƒยขะบ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั”โ€ฆ! gัั”ฮฑั‚ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” gัั”ฮฑั‚ ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝั‚ั• โ†’ ฮฑะผ ฮน ยขฯ…ั‚ั”? ั‚ั”ั•ั‚ ยขฮฑโ„“โ„“, ฮนฦ’ ฮน ะผ ยขฯ…ั‚ั” ะผฮนั•ั• ยขฮฑโ„“โ„“, ฮนฦ’ ฮน ะผ gฯƒัgั”ฯƒฯ…ั• ั‚ั”ฯ‡ั‚ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ฮนฦ’ ฮน ะผ ฯัั”ั‚ั‚ัƒ ั‚ั”ฯ‡ั‚ ฮฑ ื ฯƒะบั” ฮนฦ’ ฮน ะผ ยขะฝฮฑัะผฮนฮทg ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ฮนgฮทฯƒัั” ฮนฦ’ ฯ… ั ื ั”ฮฑโ„“ฯƒฯ…ั• โ†’ ั‚ะฝฮนั• ยขฯ…ัฮนฯƒฯ…ั• gัั”ั”ฮท ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ gฮนฮฝั” ะผั” ั•ฯโ„“ฮนั‚ ั•ั”ยขฯƒฮทโˆ‚ ฦ’ฯƒั โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ฮน โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ฮน ัั”ั•ฯั”ยขั‚ ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ยขฮฑฮท ั‚ะฝฮนฮทะบ ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ยขฮฑฮท gฮนฮฝั” ะผัƒ ฦ’ั”ั”โ„“ฮนฮทgั• ฮฑัั” ฮทั”ฯ‰ ะฝฮฑัโˆ‚ ยขฯƒัั”โˆ‚ ฦ’ฯƒั ะผั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ ฮนั• ฮทฯƒ ะผฯƒัั” โ†’ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนั• ฮฑ ื ฯƒฯ…ัฮทั”ัƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮนั• ฮทฯƒั‚ ะผั”ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ะผฮฑโˆ‚ั” ั•ฮฑฦ’ั”โ„“ัƒ. ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ โ„“ฮนฮฝั” ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮนฮท ฮฑ ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮน gั”ั‚ ัั”ฮฑโ„“โ„“ัƒ ฯƒโ„“โˆ‚, ฮน โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบ ะฒฮฑยขะบ ฮฑั‚ ะผัƒ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ฮฑัƒ: ฮฑฮฑะฝ ฮน โ„“ฮนฮฝั”โˆ‚ ฮนั‚, ฮทฯƒั‚ ั•ฯ…ัฮฝฮนฮฝั”โˆ‚ ฮนั‚.
โœงห–ยฐ ๐š‚๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š• ๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐š’๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ โœงห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒท๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐Ÿฉฐ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“บ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐”ƒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐Ÿ’Œ๐“˜ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“˜ ๐“ด๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“น๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐Ÿ’๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ด ๐Ÿ’–๐“œ๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ด ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ ๐“ฎ๐”๐“ช๐“ถ๐“น๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ ๐ŸŽ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ท ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ณ๐“ธ๐”‚ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿฆข๐“˜ ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ญ๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ด ๐ŸŽง๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ผ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ ๐ŸŒน๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฌ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐”‡๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข, ๐”ช๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ค๐”ฆ๐” ? ๐”‡๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ช ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ญ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฏ ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”จ๐”ข, ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก? ๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ซโ€™๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค; ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑโ€™๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ด๐”ฌ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข, ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ž๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏโ€™๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ
โ„‘ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ญ, ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ถ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ. ๐”‰๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ก.
MONDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2011 Organization Tip: Bucket Budgets Trying to organize finances can be frustrating and stressful. Budgets are about as much fun as dental work, but how can we track our spending without them? My solution is a percentage budget, or what I call my Bucket Budget. It has been such a huge stress relief for me that I thought I'd share it. The details of percentage budgets vary, but the general idea is the same. Your income (based on gross or net) is divided into three or four categories or "buckets" of money: taxes (if basing on gross income) savings living expenses fun money As long as money is going in and out of the appropriate buckets, you don't need to track every dollar. And if you set it up so your buckets don't mix, it's like putting your finances on autopilot. To get started, determine how much money you need for your living expenses, which include all of the basic costs of living -- mortgage or rent payment, transportation, utilities, food, etc. -- that you have to pay every month. Base this amount on recent spending history. BE REALISTIC. Add a little for contingencies if you want. Whew! That concludes the complex calculations portion of this process. You can use round percentages for the other categories. Let's say your net income (take-home pay) is $3000 per month. You've determined your living expenses are $2100, or 70% of your monthly pay. That leaves 30%. Most financial experts I've read suggest putting 20% into savings, so we'll go with that. That leaves you with 10% ($300) for you to spend on whatever you want. In summary, your breakdown is savings 20% living expenses 70% fun money 10% Now to put those finances on autopilot. Set up two or three bank accounts: savings checking for living expenses checking for fun money (you can skip this if you prefer to use cash for your fun money) When you receive your paycheck, divide the money into the appropriate buckets. You can use direct deposit from your employer or set up recurring transfers to make this completely automatic. deposit 20% ($600) into your savings account deposit 70% ($2,100) into your living expenses account deposit 10% ($300) into your fun money account (or take it as cash if you prefer) Because your setup is automatically covering savings and living expenses, you can spend your bucket of fun money -- every cent if you want to -- without worrying about how it's going to impact your financial situation. :D Your budgeted percentages may vary depending on your personal financial situation and goals. If you live outside the U.S., you might need to change the categories. But I think the general principle can be useful in most cases. Posted by J.Bane
๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค: โ€ข when you are exhausted mentally โ€ข when you are desperate or impatient โ€ข when emotions are getting on your way โ€ข when you are in total disbelief of yourself โ€ข when makes you feel uncomfortable โ€ข when you feel like it ๐•Š๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก๐•ค ๐•’๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• (โœฏโ—กโœฏ)
NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON iv (Autistic author) (see notes below) * แดแด‡ษดแด›ษชแดษดs แดา“ แด…ษชsแด„ส€ษชแดษชษดแด€แด›ษชแดษด But Plankton's frustration had reached a boiling point. His voice was a thunderclap in the small room, his eye flashing with a rage he couldn't contain. "You don't know!" he roared, his body shaking. Hanna took another step back, her heart racing. "I'm sorry, Plankton, I truly didn't mean to upset you," she said, her voice shaking. Plankton's gaze shifted to the door, his mind racing to the safety of his solitude. "You don't know," he murmured, his anger subsiding slightly. The sudden silence was like a balm to his raw nerves. But Hanna's curiosity angered him further. "Plankton, what..." "I DON'T KNOW!" Plankton's voice pierced the silence, his frustration at an all-time high. Hanna's eyes grew wider. "I'll leave you alone," she said quickly, her voice quiet and soothing. But as she turned to go, she accidentally brushed against his arm. Plankton's reaction was instant and explosive. He jerked away, his body tensing, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he snapped, his voice sharp and jagged. Hanna's eyes wide with shock. "Plankton tell me what's..." But Plankton had reached his limit. The touch, the questions, the expectation of normalcyโ€”it was all too much. He felt personally attacked, now on a roll. "You don't know what's what?" he spat out, his voice a whip crack. "You come in here, invading my space, without a care in the world for what I'm going through!" Hanna took another step back, retracting quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she whispered, her eyes filling with sorrow. "Karen never mentioned..." But Plankton's frustration had become anger, his next words cutting like a knife. "You don't know anything," he snarled, his voice laced with bitterness. "You come in here, asking your stupid questions, expecting me to be the same person I was before!" "Before what, Plankton?" Yet Plankton's not wanting to answer Hanna so he yells his next words at the top of his lungs. "Before I...I... YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Plankton's voice cracked with the effort of his outburst, but he's just getting started, now he's on a roll, his next words being worse. "I don't want you here. I don't need you here," Plankton spat out, his frustration a palpable force in the room. Hanna took another step back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was just trying to..." But Plankton's anger had taken over. "You're not helping!" he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. "You don't get to decide what I need!" He was on his feet now, his body rigid with frustration. "I don't want you to know!" "Know what, Plankton? You don't get to decide what I can and can't know," she said, her voice firm. But Karen's now returned with the smoothie, both Hanna and Plankton too wrapped up to notice her presence. "You think you can just waltz in here and fix everything?" his voice was a growl now. "You think you know what it's like to be trapped in here?" He tapped his head with his finger, his eye wild. "You don't know anything!" Now Hanna's getting real angry. "You think you're the only one suffering?" Hanna countered, her voice rising. "What about Karen? What about the people who actually care about you?" Plankton's gaze snapped to hers, his anger fueled by her words. "You don't know what it's like!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty space of the Chum Bucket. "You don't know what it's like to have the world make no sense! To be trapped in your own head!" Hanna's expression softened slightly. "I'm sorry," she said gently. "I really am. But you can't just push everyone away." "Why not?" Plankton demanded, his voice a whip crack. "Why do I have to explain?" But Hanna's concern for Karen overrode her own fear. "Karen's my friend and she deserves better than you and your little tantrums," Hanna snapped back. "Tantrums? TANTRUMS?" Plankton's voice was a roar now. "This isn't a tantrum, it's reality!" Hanna's in a defensive posture, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think I don't know what real pain is?" she shouted back. "You're so caught up in your own world that you can't see what you're doing to her, just because you're too stubborn and acting like a child who can't deal with the real world! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BURDENSOME WASTE OF SPACE! So, if you can't get your act together, maybe you should just go to an institution where people can handle your..." "That's enough!" Karen snapped. Her voice was a whip crack across the tension filled room, startling both Plankton and Hanna. She couldn't stand silent any longer. Yet Plankton's face crumpled at Hanna's threat, his anger giving way to despair. Tears began to stream down his face, his body shaking with sobs he couldn't control. The sudden shift from rage to sorrow was like a punch to Hanna. **NOTEs As an autistic writer (and I used AI to help me with the words) I do not encourage the ableism people have shown in their ignorance. Depending on when and where you live, some people have thought such therapies might be good, without actually accepting nor helping. Even Hans Asperger has supported eugenics during the war, sending people to internment camps leading to demise. I came across the site autismmemorial.wordpress.com if you'd like to educate yourself about how people have endured such.*
It all started when Sarah, the schoolโ€™s star athlete, was seen chatting closely with Jake, the shy bookworm. Whispers filled the hallways: โ€œAre they dating?โ€ โ€œDid you hear they were seen at the coffee shop together?โ€ So I confronted her. โ€œIs it true you like him?โ€ Sarah laughed, โ€œWeโ€™re just friends! He helped me with my math homework!โ€ But I saw them together, smh
ใ€˜๐Ÿฉฐ ใ€™๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ใ€˜๐ŸŽ€ ใ€™๐’ฎ๐“‰๐“Ž๐“๐‘’ + ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐“Ž ใ€˜๐Ÿน ใ€™๐ฟ๐’ถ๐“Œ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ใ€˜๐Ÿ’— ใ€™๐ธ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’๐’น
๐—๐—‚๐—€๐— แฅ‰แฅด๐—แฅ†แฅ†แฅฃโ €เผ…ฬค ๐“ˆ’
๐•ญ๐–Š๐–†๐–š๐–™๐–Ž๐–‹๐–š๐–‘ ๐•ฝ๐–”๐–†๐–‰๐–˜ ๐–”๐–‹๐–™๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–‰ ๐–™๐–” ๐–‡๐–Š๐–†๐–š๐–™๐–Ž๐–‹๐–š๐–‘ ๐–‰๐–Š๐–˜๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–˜
๐”๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ถ
๐”๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ
๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”กโ€ฆ.๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ถโ€ฆ.๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ž ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ
๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”“๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ด ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ, โ€œ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซโ€ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข. -๐Ÿ‚ โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ‚
-แƒฆยด-๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐––๐–š๐–”๐–™๐–Š ๐–Š๐–๐–•๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–† ๐–•๐–—๐–”๐–‹๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–‰ ๐–˜๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š๐–“๐–™ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–˜๐–•๐–Ž๐–—๐–Ž๐–™๐–š๐–†๐–‘ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Š๐–’๐–”๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–†๐–‘ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–“๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–“๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–˜ ๐–•๐–๐–ž๐–˜๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–†๐–‘ ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š. โ€œ๐–„๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–†๐–œ๐–†๐–ž ๐–‹๐–—๐–”๐–’ ๐–’๐–Š, ๐–‡๐–š๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–—๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–† ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–“๐–‰๐–”๐–œ ๐–”๐–•๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‹๐–—๐–”๐–’ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–๐–Š๐–†๐–—๐–™ ๐–™๐–” ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–—๐–˜,โ€ ๐–˜๐–•๐–Š๐–†๐–๐–˜ ๐–™๐–” ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–‰๐–Š๐–† ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“ ๐–œ๐–๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‘๐–”๐–›๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–”๐–“๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–†๐–—๐–Š ๐–•๐–๐–ž๐–˜๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–†๐–•๐–†๐–—๐–™, ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–—๐–Š ๐–—๐–Š๐–’๐–†๐–Ž๐–“๐–˜ ๐–†๐–“ ๐–”๐–•๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–๐–†๐–“๐–“๐–Š๐–‘ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–’๐–’๐–š๐–“๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–“๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–Œ๐– ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–†๐–—๐–™.-แƒฆยด-แƒฆยด-
-`แƒฆยด-๐”š๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌโ€ฆ๏ผŠโ€ขฬฉฬฉอ™โœฉโ€ขฬฉฬฉอ™หš๏ผŠโ€ขฬฉฬฉอ™โœฉโ€ขฬฉฬฉอ™หšโ–ช๏ธŽ ๐”š๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ
โ„‘๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”˜๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก
๐” ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ; ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐”ซ
๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ, ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข
๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ, ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐” ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข; ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ก๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ
๐ถโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ข๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ห–โบโ€งโ‚Šหšโ™กหšโ‚Šโ€งโบห–
๐”„๐”ช๐”ฌ ๐”๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ โ„‘ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ฐ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ค๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด. ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ช, ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฆ๐”ค ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฐ. โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฌ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ, ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ค๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข, โ„‘ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ž ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข.
๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ง๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ก, ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐” ๐”ถ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ข; ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฏ
โ„Œ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ & โ„‘ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”–๐”ข๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก. ๐”๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ, โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ'๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ. โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก, โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ช, ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ž ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ช. โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข, โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ท๐”ข. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข, ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข'๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข. โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ, โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข'๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฏ๐”ฅ๐”ถ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ช, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ. โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ด, โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ค๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด.
โ™ก โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ก๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ช, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ค.
โ„‘๐”ฃ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ, ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ญ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค. ๐”๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ข๐”ช๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฒ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ
โ„‘๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข, ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ'๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข. โ„‘'๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข
แƒฆ ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ช, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฐ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ. ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ. ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ถ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ! ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ'๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ž๐”ซ, ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ซ, ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ถ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ - ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ
๐”๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข. ๐”—๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”จ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข. ๐”š๐”ขโ€™๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ. โ„‘๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ก. ๐”–๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ. ๐”–๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ž ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”Ÿ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ก๐”ฉ๐”ข, ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”จ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข, ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ถ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฏ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ช ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ข. ๐”—๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข. ๐”Š๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฃ. ๐”…๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ด๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ. ๐”๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒโ€™๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก. โ„‘๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐” ๐”จ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ.
-`แƒฆยด-๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ-`แƒฆยด- ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ถ,๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ,๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ.๐”ˆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ, ๐”ด๐”ขโ€™๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ,๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฐ,๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ช๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ. ๐”‘๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ, ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ,๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ž ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก,๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ขโ€”๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฐ,๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ. โ„‘โ€™๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ,๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข,๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ, ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ.
แƒฆ โ„‘๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ก, ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข,๐”๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข, ๐”–๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ'๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ.โ„ญ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ,๐”‡๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ, ๐”–๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ.๐”—๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ,๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”Ÿ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ, ๐”—๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฃ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ
๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ โ„Œ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ช. ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข.โ€œ ๐Ÿ™
๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ค๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ถ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ
๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ก, ๐”ฆ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ญ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฐ. ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข, ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฐ
-`แƒฆยด-๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ž๐”ฉ, ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ซ๐”ฌ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก.
โ€œ๐”‰๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ง๐”ž๐”ด๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฃ. ๐”„๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ค๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ถ. โ„Œ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ.โ€
๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”˜๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”—๐”ด๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ถ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”„๐”ฉ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ช๐”ข; ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ณ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ. ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ข๐”ต๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”˜๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ช๐”ข; ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข.
๐–„๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–˜๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‘๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜ ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜, ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–œ๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–‰๐–˜ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–‹๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜ ๐•ฑ๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐– ๐–‡๐–‘๐–”๐–”๐–‰ ๐–•๐–—๐–”๐–™๐–Š๐–˜๐–™ ๐–‰๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–˜๐–Š๐–“๐–˜๐–Ž๐–™๐–Ž๐–›๐–Š ๐–“๐–Š๐–ˆ๐– ๐•ธ๐–ž ๐–™๐–Š๐–†๐–—๐–˜ ๐–Š๐–๐–•๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜, ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–Š๐–ž๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–—๐–”๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–‡๐–†๐–ˆ๐– ๐•ท๐–Š๐–†๐–›๐–Š ๐–’๐–ž ๐–œ๐–Š๐–†๐– ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Œ๐–š๐–‘๐–‘๐–Ž๐–‡๐–‘๐–Š ๐–‹๐–‘๐–Š๐–˜๐– ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–’๐–˜ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š ๐–™๐–” ๐–š๐–“๐–‰๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜.
Music, Arts, Crafts, Recipes and Fashion blogging from a Gothic/Dark Romantic perspective. Saturday 26 November 2011 Cliques, Judging and Subcultures Most goths, at some point, will have been judged for how they look. At the darkest end there are things like when people get beaten up and even killed for how they look, and at the other there's assumptions made such as "goths are rude and pretentious" etc. We don't like being judged for being goths. We shouldn't do it to other groups. Just because someone wears fashionable clothes, that doesn't make them snobby and elitist about those who don't. Just because someone wears over-sized plastic-rim glasses and plimsols does not make them vacant and pretentious. Just because someone is wearing tracksuit bottoms and hooded jumper, that does not make them rude and violent (maybe they're going to the gym!). Just because someone wears skinny jeans and has dyed black hair does not mean they are histrionic attention-seekers. Goths aren't inherently nicer than everyone, that's why I have to make this post. Really, there is no reason for me to elaborate this into a vast wall of text. Yes, there are a disproportionate amount of certain types of bad behaviour in certain groups which is why some of these stereotypes exist in the first place, but even if there are more thugs that wear tracksuit bottoms and hooded jumpers than wear designer jeans, that doesn't mean that wearing a tracksuit makes someone a thug. That same logic goes for the other things. I may not LIKE any of those other styles, and think that a lot of them look terribly hideous, but I deal with that by NOT WEARING THEM and wearing things I don't think look hideous. I do not hate other styles, although I do think they are sometimes rather amusing (like when people wear logo or slogan t-shirts and have no idea what they represent, or when they walk around with their trousers halfway down their rears) but I also realise I'm probably amusing trying to run for the bus in platform boots. Other people are entitled to the same freedom of expression as we are.
A LIFE OF DIVERSITY iv (Autistic author) Without missing a beat, Plankton starts rattling off a stream of facts. "Jellyfish are invertebrates," he says, his voice gaining speed and confidence. "They have no bones, no brains, but they have stinging cells called nematocysts." "Wow, Plankton, that's amazing," Sponge Bob says, eyes wide with wonder. "I didn't know that!" "Neither did I," Karen admits, a small smile playing. "You've always had a knack for science, but this is something else." Plankton nods, his excitement palpable. "Jellyfish have life cycle," he continues, his voice taking on the rhythm of a lecturer. "Start as polyps, then grow into medusae." Plankton's antennae twitch as he recites facts rapidly. "Jellyfish can have hundreds of stinging tentacles," he says, his voice gaining momentum. "And some species can even clone themselves. It's called strobilation!" he says, his eye glued to the book. His voice is monotone, but the enthusiasm is clear as he shares his newfound knowledge. "That's so cool, Plankton!" Sponge Bob exclaims. "I had no idea!" Plankton nods. "Jellyfish book," he says again, his voice still a monotone, but his tone is less flat. Karen and Sponge Bob share a hopeful look. Plankton's intense focus on jellyfish seems to be providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos of his new reality. "I think Plankton might just become the smartest jellyfish expert in Bikini Bottom," Karen says trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe one day we can go jellyfishing together," Sponge Bob says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Plankton's antennae quiver, and he nods, his gaze flicking to Sponge Bob before returning to the book. "Jellyfishing," he repeats. "But Plankton, remember jellyfishing can be dangerous if they sting" Karen says gently with concern. Plankton's antennae twitch. "Dangerous," he repeats, his eye still on the book. "Jellyfish sting, but Plankton have plan." He flips through the pages, stopping at an image of a jellyfish in a jar. "Jellyfish in jar," he says, tapping the picture. "Safe jellyfish." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange a look. "You wanna keep jellyfish in a jar, Plankton?" Sponge Bob asks, voice tentative. Plankton nods vigorously. "Jellyfish in jar, safe jellyfish," he says, his excitement palpable. Sponge Bob leans closer to the book, his curiosity piqued. "What else does the book say, Plankton?" Plankton starts reading off the index and page numbers, his voice a monotone yet steady stream of information. "Jellyfish page 12. Nematocysts, page 34. Jellyfish reproduction, page 67," he recites, his antennae twitching with each number. Sponge Bob leans in closer, fascinated by Plankton's sudden wealth of knowledge. "How do you remember all of that?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Good memory," he says, his voice still flat but with a hint of pride. "Plankton read book." Karen nods, her gaze soft. "Yes, you read the book," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "You've learned so much about jellyfish." Plankton's antennae quiver with excitement as he flips through the pages. "Jellyfish book," he murmurs, his gaze alight with a passion that Karen hadn't seen in him since before the accident. "You know, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, leaning closer to the book. "Maybe we could start a jellyfish club. Just you, me, and Karen. We could learn all about them together." Plankton's antennae stand at attention at the idea. "Jellyfish club," he repeats, his voice a mix of excitement and skepticism. "With Karen and Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says with a smile, her voice filled with hope. Plankton nods, his antennae moving with the rhythm of his thoughts. "Jellyfish club," he murmurs, the words rolling around in his head like a treasure found at the bottom of the sea. "Yea Plankton who knew, easy as pie!" "Pie?" he repeated, the word echoing in the room. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..." His voice grew in confidence as he recited the digits, his eye glazing over as he fell into a rhythm that seemed almost meditative. Karen and Sponge Bob stared at him in amazement as he rattled off the numbers, his monotone delivery a stark contrast to the awe in their expressions. "Plankton, that's incredible!" Karen exclaimed with astonishment. "Pi, yes," Plankton said unwavering. "Circle's ratio." Sponge Bob's eyes went wide. "How?" "Pi," Plankton began, his antennae quivering slightly as he found his rhythm. "The ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. 3.14159265358979323846..." He recited the digits as if they were the most natural thing in the world, his voice steady and unwavering. Karen and Sponge Bob watched in amazement as Plankton's eye took on a faraway look, his focus solely on the mathematical constant that held the secrets of the universe's geometry. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight of Plankton's newfound passion. "It's incredible how you can remember all of that," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Remember pi," Plankton said, his antennae still quivering with excitement. "Easy for Plankton." "Wow, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his eyes sparkling with amazement. "You're a math genius!" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly at the compliment.
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