Jan 1, 2020
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Noticia: http://noticieropopular.com/esto-fue-noticia-09-09-2014/
Esto fue noticia 09.09.2014
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Sectores políticos respaldan acciones de Unasur por el diálogo
Se registra sismo al noroeste de San Felipe
Reanudarán juicio contra Afiuni el 12 de noviembre
El Troudi: Puente de Santa Cecilia era una barrera artificial
45% de los españoles no ha superado la educación secundaria
9 muertos en derrumbe de una mezquita en Lahore
Muere hombre por ataque de tiburón en playa australiana
Papa envía pésame a familia de periodista decapitado por EI
Chile, sacudido por el peor atentado de los últimos 30 años
Reuters: Pdvsa pone en venta Citgo
39% de inflación en lo que va de 2014
Multan comercio por sobreprecios a productos escolares en Cumaná
Tiuna X5, el nuevo modelo de carro que se ensamblará en el país
Sicad 2 cerró este martes en Bs. 49,99 por dólar
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O cheiro de cigarro ainda está em uma das minhas mãos e o perfume da tua nuca na outra que logo se exalava quando te tinha em meus braços, o sabor dos teus lábios ainda está em minha boca e a lua brilha como naquele dia na praia. Te sinto presente.
Última vez em Alah.
Niall tweeted today 09.09.2014.
09.09.2014 - It's not about the money, money, money (well, what's your University's budget?)
Hallihallo liebe Freunde der Volksmusik!
Okay, let's see what happened during the last days. To be quite honest, I didn't do much during the weekend. I had a lazy day on Saturday, hanging by the house and talking to Joel a bit.
On Sunday I went to the stadium early in the morning, because I wanted to get a ticket for the derbi next week everntually. I had read the opened at 11 am, so I planned to be there at 10. I heard that it would be very difficult and I imagined there to be a lone queue, so I wanted to be prepared. I took a book with me and then was there at 10:05.
To my surprise, there was only one person at the counter where you can get the tickets. I wasn’t sure if he was buying tickets, though. He was almost finished when I arrived, so he was packing his madridista card already. I had a good feeling about that. When he went, I approached the counter and asked the man in English if there were still tickets for the derbi. He asked me if I had a carnet madridista, so I gave it to him and he then showed me a map of the stadium where the prices where written. I first thought I wouldn’t be able to play such a price, but it was okay in the end: 70€ in the 4th stand again where I was when Madrid faced Córdoba, too. It’s also in the south again, where the Madrid fans are seated (very important at this match).
I bought the ticket and at about 10:10 I had it already. This was very very easy. Because I was in a good mood I decided to walk back to Retiro to read over there a bit but noticed that it would have been a bit annoying to get there by foot, so I took the Metro.
I looked around a bit in the park and found the Palacio de Cristal. I had seen pictures of it before but it didn’t look quite it. Still it was very pretty!
It’s a former greenhouse which was built for Philippine flowers during the 19th century, but now it’s only for visitors. They put rocking chairs and old books there to create the atmosphere, it’s really cool! I then discovered the rose garden of the park and sat there for an hour and a half or so to read. I arrived at five to 12am. There sat a man of about 40years next to me on the bench, dressed in a fine shit, suit trousers and good shoes, fingering his mobile phone. He looked around as if he was searching for someone and at around 1pm he left. I think he someone ditched a date… poor guy.
When I went back to the apartment, I took the wrong exit of the park and had to walk quite a distance to the next Metro station. It was okay, though.
Also, Maria the Italian from my Spanish Course asked me where my bracelets were from. I told her that Leo made on for me and the other one I had made for myself. She was very jealous, so I asked her if she wanted one, too. I searched some old photos Leo and me had taken of the wristbands and sent them to Maria via Facebook. She then decided that she wanted one with letters, too, so I asked Leo to bring me some colours when she comes in two weeks’ time.
On Sunday evening, Charlotte returned from her trip to Valencia. She had been to the city during the weekend and came back at around 10pm when I was watching (well, not really, the stream was shit) football. I let her in (as she hasn’t got a key for our apartment) and we talked a bit before she went off again to meet a friend. I had told her about my ticket for the Derbi and she was so jealous. She immediately wanted to go, too, but I told her, as a regular buyer, getting tickets really wasn’t easy. She confessed that she would have rooted for Atléti anyway (another reason not to let her into the Bernabeu), because when she stayed in Barcelona for her studies, she kind of got attached to Barca (ew). I don’t think she knows anything about football, though…
When she came back at around quarter past 1am in the night, she was very sorry for keeping me awake for so long, but I was okay, I wasn’t sleeping/sleepy anyway.
Then, on Monday, classes started! I went to Vicálvaro for a class at 10am. I was very early and not that nervous, because the class would be in English and I wouldn’t have any problems understand questions if someone addressed me or asking something myself.
At 9:45am some woman arrived at the class room (which was very easily to be found btw) and told the Spaniards and me that the teacher wouldn’t come. The Erasmus coordinator Maria had told us about that phenomenon before, so I wasn’t surprised. I went back home and had some chat with Joel later. He told me he studied at Complutense University, that he had been in Madrid for 3 years now and that he had stayed in our apartment for one year. Also he told me that Chloé was moving out today again. Her stay was only for searching another place to live, I guess. Furthermore I learned that Fulei wasn’t so Chinese, because Joel told me he was born in Spain. Joel was cooking when we talked and I was eating some melon, and he told me (because later he saw me washing apples) that I was eating nothing but fruit. Well, not quite right, but maybe I should.
We later talked about running out of toilet paper (xD) and football again. He thought for example that Hamburg was a good team. Well, no. Actually, they are the worstly (<- does that word exist?) playing team of our league (according to the table last season)?! Well, I then told him that I was going to the derbi and he told me to be very careful and to not come close to the Atléti fans. I told him, I knew and he was like “NO REALLY, DON’T”. :’)
When I went back to Vicálvaro for the other class that afternoon (5pm), I was nervous. This one would be in Spanish and well, yeah, it wasn’t so useful either. I was the only International Student. The professor told us some organisation stuff like when the exam will take place and what kind of assessment it would be. It would be … an essay. Of course in Spanish, therefore impossible for me. I decided to go for another English-speaking class then, hehe.
Today the first class was at 12pm which was nice because the night before I had stayed up quite late. I went there and, to no surprise, there were a lot of Erasmus and Munde guys. Even some Germans, I think. Also, Javi was there and recognised me. I was sitting next to two southern German or Austrian girls, having another German one behind me. Her name was Martina (as I learned later, because it was already to late to ask “Say, what was your name again?”). I think I had met her at the welcome day when our Spanish course started, but I didn’t remember. I definitely met her once in the streets of Madrid, though. Already then I didn’t know her name, but it was obviously she wasn’t a Spanish, because her hair colour is a very, very bright blonde.
All in all, we were about 45 students. It was hot in the room (some German girl even brought her fan with her omg) but there was no problem to get a seat. I looks a bit like an old-fashioned class room from American movies. Three blocks of banks, four seats a bank, about 8 rows of banks, I guess.
The teacher was kind of weird. I think I liked him, but he was also very … arrogant, I guess? He looked like a very well-fed skinhead, speaking an understandable English, even though he still very much sticks to the Spanish language melody. Meaning, he sounds very harsh. (Well, take that! From a German!). He preached about the genius of University itself and bitched about cut budgets, but well, that’s the same everywhere.
Which actually is a difference here is that Spanish students have SIX (!!!!), in numbers: 6 tries to pass an exam. When we told him that Germans only have three, some of the Spanish students looked very uncomfortable, hehe. The teacher then said, that would be why German students where so much better, because they are the actual elite that was willing to study. And that that would be also the reason why every Spaniard had a Bachelor degree and why the unemployment rate was that high. “Economy is easy.”
Alright then…
He then told us the exam would be in December (STRIKE) and that he didn’t care if we were in class or not. So, no attendance! BUT! He assessed our participation in discussions. And as he wasn’t able to remember all our names, he focuses on our faces. THEREFORE we have to upload PICTURES of us on the virtual campus of the university. So that he knows which face belongs to which name. What the fuck!
He showed us some examples of other students and stressed the fact that this was not a facebook page and that we shouldn’t take selfies or something, but pictures of our heads and, when we change main features like hair colour or length, we should update it.
Wtf, I bet, Germans wouldn’t be too pleased about such a thing. Ich sag nur: Datenschutz und so…
The prof also uses the word Okiedokie. #importantfacts
I will definitely take this course. Also because he changed the day of the exam, I probably will be able to also take my favourite course that’s not from tourism. I’ll know about that tomorrow.
After class I went to the Retiro again, doing some reading, and then walking home. Unfortunately my glue leaked into my pencil case and glued everything… I had to buy a new one. I ran around the city center a bit and finally found some places to buy items of that kind. Getting a new pencil case wasn’t so easy, btw, they were all ugly as hell or very expensive. But I got something neutral now.
Back at home I made some rice with shice and changed my bed sheets to wash them.
End of story.
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Mezi pátky bez legrace I.
I. světová, ale i ostatní lidské masomlýnky, co melou i teď na různých místech téhle země_koule sebrali a seberou životy tolika bytostem, že ani samozvaní překrucovači faktů, nemají dostatek munice na další a další nesmyslné teorie, proč, nač, za co a za koho.
Ten děs lidského neštěstí lze sbalit jen a jen do veršů:
Prvý, prvoválečný
Perutě andělů od Slunka zvadlé, Řemení vojáků v ramena se vpíjí, Řemení vojáků, bigošů své doby, A ostří bodáků, co srdce drolí.
Sluneční šero v mrtvé oči se vkrádá, Řemení vojáků už z ramen spadlé, Řemení vojáků, umrlců své doby, A paměť pomníků, co tiše stojí.