lunes, 25 de julio de 2011
jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Firework - Katy Perry
You could see all the information about this activity here.
What i thought when i see this video? Wao it impressed me... the message is beatiful. It push us to do and give the world the best of us. It teach us that we can do everything we wants and if we feel that we couldn't read this and go again
"Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed
So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road"
Schedule
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thrusday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday | |
Morning | University | University | University | University | University | Sleep | Sleep |
Afternoon | University Study | Study | Study | Study | University Study | Pc time | Free |
Evening | Pc time | Pc time | Pc time | Pc time | Free | Free | Study |
My Schedule is simple.
On Mondays I go to the university, URBE, at 7 o' clock in the morning and go back home at 11am. In the Afternoon I go again to URBE at twenty past two and I return to my house at three fourty. At home, I study what I just saw on my classes that day. In the Evening sit in the computer to read, or chat, and wait for dinner.
On Tuesday I go to URBE at 7o' clock in the morning and return to my house at 11am. After I eat lunch, sometimes in the afternoon I sleep 1 hour, and then I start to study or I sit in the computer until dinner.
Wednesdays and Thursdays, I have the same rutine, and do almost the same as on Tuesdays.
On Fridays I do the same and return home as late as Mondays but in the afternoon I may go out.
On Saturdays and Sundays i spend a lor of time in the computer if i don't have homeworks or somebody to go out
lunes, 17 de enero de 2011
To my Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
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