What you do to me is not fair.
The way you treat me, like if I am no one.
Like if I gave you a decease instead of love.
The way you think I will be there only when you need me.
I don't want to be treated this way.
Is not the distance, is you.
And if you ever expect me to be the same and forget this.
You are wrong, because you have hurt me and you keep treating me like shit.
If you think that we will ever be the same or good, you are wrong.
This, us........I don't know if there will ever be an us again.
Because if distance put us away, your attitude towards me is what ended this.
Probably you are not thinking what you are doing.
I understand that she hurt you and she brainwashed you and took you for granted.
She hurt you.
But I don't deserved this
I don't deserve and I don't need you to hurt me.
And you are shitting the cards you have with me.
I hope you realize of what you have done and what you keep doing
Because I still love you, but you are losing me.
You are taking this to the limits and you don't have the right to treat anyone this way.
All that we were, that we are, all that we might be, is in our hands, not only yours.
I do recommend you to think better and to think more than once your words and attitudes toward those who you love.
Because I am getting tired of you.
And by saying this I mean that If we ever meet again in the same city, I might not want to know anything about you anymore.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill - Official Music Video
This song marked my teen days. Actually this song helped me a lot to go through those dark days.
I love you Kate Bush, thank you!
I love you Kate Bush, thank you!
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Say Something
"Say Something"
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...
Style or Substance. What matters the most? - Practice Essay
Assignment:
Is style more important than substance? Plan and write an essay in which you develop your point of view on this issue. Support your position with reasoning and examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.
________________________________________________________________________
Style more important than substance?
Not, really. Substance is what is most important in life, not style. Why? Because you can live a very stylish life, but life without substance is nothing, by the end of the day you will be just a living "person" not a real "human". Style is something that is part of substance. If you have substance you therefore will have your own style to live, to learn about every experience, to read books, to know people, to see life. Its about your substance how your life will be, not about the "style" your life has.
Writers, for an example. Every writer has a different style to create their novels, their jobs; either they are non-fiction, fiction, documentary, a journal, a diary, poetry, essays, etc. There are different styles that writers use to create their master pieces, style is what makes them different from other authors, but substance is what measures their success, not the style they write. Its the substance what you read, the knowledge they have, how they apply that knowledge or fictionary world into their job, so when you read it you are taken to another world, or to the place where the news are being developed, or to inform you what they are trying to share with you. Its the substance of their job what matters, style is something important, but not as much as substance. What it is inside is what makes the book valuable, not the style, style is just a plus.
Art is another example. There are many art styles, you can find a different style or way to creat art within the centuries, but what makes special those pieces of art are the substance their artist printed on them. What they were feeling, how they looked at the world or someone, how they felt the air, how they looked at some place and tried to make that feeling or impression live forever. They used their technique and their style to make it happen, but it is substance of things the reasone why it happenned.
Poverty and richness. Both different types of living, but both have something in common: Substance. It depends on who and what you are how you will live your life, you can be happy with all of the money, and without all of it. You can be empty or full of joy. You will might have the most glamorous style or the worst life style, but that doesn't depends on money, it depends on the substance of who you are, not your style.
Substance is everything. Is what makes us as differents and human beings, what makes the world a beautiful place. Style is a part of substance, but not more important than it.
P.D.
I got 5 out of 6 in my score btw. Will try to improve for the next one.
Is style more important than substance? Plan and write an essay in which you develop your point of view on this issue. Support your position with reasoning and examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.
________________________________________________________________________
Style more important than substance?
Not, really. Substance is what is most important in life, not style. Why? Because you can live a very stylish life, but life without substance is nothing, by the end of the day you will be just a living "person" not a real "human". Style is something that is part of substance. If you have substance you therefore will have your own style to live, to learn about every experience, to read books, to know people, to see life. Its about your substance how your life will be, not about the "style" your life has.
Writers, for an example. Every writer has a different style to create their novels, their jobs; either they are non-fiction, fiction, documentary, a journal, a diary, poetry, essays, etc. There are different styles that writers use to create their master pieces, style is what makes them different from other authors, but substance is what measures their success, not the style they write. Its the substance what you read, the knowledge they have, how they apply that knowledge or fictionary world into their job, so when you read it you are taken to another world, or to the place where the news are being developed, or to inform you what they are trying to share with you. Its the substance of their job what matters, style is something important, but not as much as substance. What it is inside is what makes the book valuable, not the style, style is just a plus.
Art is another example. There are many art styles, you can find a different style or way to creat art within the centuries, but what makes special those pieces of art are the substance their artist printed on them. What they were feeling, how they looked at the world or someone, how they felt the air, how they looked at some place and tried to make that feeling or impression live forever. They used their technique and their style to make it happen, but it is substance of things the reasone why it happenned.
Poverty and richness. Both different types of living, but both have something in common: Substance. It depends on who and what you are how you will live your life, you can be happy with all of the money, and without all of it. You can be empty or full of joy. You will might have the most glamorous style or the worst life style, but that doesn't depends on money, it depends on the substance of who you are, not your style.
Substance is everything. Is what makes us as differents and human beings, what makes the world a beautiful place. Style is a part of substance, but not more important than it.
P.D.
I got 5 out of 6 in my score btw. Will try to improve for the next one.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Live.
Death is something unkown for many, only those who are dead and not with us anymore, know how is like to be dead and not alive in this body.
Some people out there is dying because they don't have what to eat, because of social injustice and because of so many things in life that are not fair.
Some people complains about what they have and about what they don't have, about things that are not neccessary to live, some people die because they can't afford medicine, because they can't afford a good living condition and those who die are the ones who must worry for living than those who have so many blessings and can't see those things because they can't see further than their nose.
I was standing on the sidewalk of my house today in the morning and a homeless dog was passing by, he looked at me and I say hi to him, he smiled and move his tail, he got closer and he look at me and he was happy to say hi to me, and then he kept walking. A dog that doesn't know me and was so happy to see me just because I say hi to him.
There was this other day when I got out from work, the usual thing to do, I took the public transportation and I started to think many things as usual. I was standing inside the bus right in the middle, when I looked at one of the seats and I saw this old sick lady. She was obviously going to her home and most likely from the hospital, because she had meds and a hospital bandage. Her sight was lost, looking at the nothing. It killed me inside to see her eyes and to see how sad and worried she look, her little beautiful eyes where tired and sad, and I felt really bad about it, because I was not able to do anything for her, to make her situation better and it hurt me very much. I wanted to do something, anything, so the only thing it occur to me was to give her a granola bar I had in my bag, so I took it out and I gave it to her. She didn't look at me, she took the bar and she stare at it, she took it with both of her hands and she put it in her chest and then it happenned: that moment where my heart and her heart were connected, she looked at me back and smiled at me, I smiled back at her and the time felt endless and I felt sad and happy at the same time. I arrived to my bus stop, I smiled to say bye and she did the same. I got down and started to cry because I felt pain and sad because I was powerless.
Life is not fair for all, and I remember that some people are really having a very hard time and we complaint for nothing sometimes, but this people that suffers a lot, they still smile back at you when you look at them as the humans they are and not with pitty or sadness. Life is not fair, but that is part of what it makes it complex and beautiful.
Some people out there is dying because they don't have what to eat, because of social injustice and because of so many things in life that are not fair.
Some people complains about what they have and about what they don't have, about things that are not neccessary to live, some people die because they can't afford medicine, because they can't afford a good living condition and those who die are the ones who must worry for living than those who have so many blessings and can't see those things because they can't see further than their nose.
I was standing on the sidewalk of my house today in the morning and a homeless dog was passing by, he looked at me and I say hi to him, he smiled and move his tail, he got closer and he look at me and he was happy to say hi to me, and then he kept walking. A dog that doesn't know me and was so happy to see me just because I say hi to him.
There was this other day when I got out from work, the usual thing to do, I took the public transportation and I started to think many things as usual. I was standing inside the bus right in the middle, when I looked at one of the seats and I saw this old sick lady. She was obviously going to her home and most likely from the hospital, because she had meds and a hospital bandage. Her sight was lost, looking at the nothing. It killed me inside to see her eyes and to see how sad and worried she look, her little beautiful eyes where tired and sad, and I felt really bad about it, because I was not able to do anything for her, to make her situation better and it hurt me very much. I wanted to do something, anything, so the only thing it occur to me was to give her a granola bar I had in my bag, so I took it out and I gave it to her. She didn't look at me, she took the bar and she stare at it, she took it with both of her hands and she put it in her chest and then it happenned: that moment where my heart and her heart were connected, she looked at me back and smiled at me, I smiled back at her and the time felt endless and I felt sad and happy at the same time. I arrived to my bus stop, I smiled to say bye and she did the same. I got down and started to cry because I felt pain and sad because I was powerless.
Life is not fair for all, and I remember that some people are really having a very hard time and we complaint for nothing sometimes, but this people that suffers a lot, they still smile back at you when you look at them as the humans they are and not with pitty or sadness. Life is not fair, but that is part of what it makes it complex and beautiful.
Problems, sickness, complications and death are a blessing to remind us that life is precious, unique; that is worth to live it and to enjoy. That life is full of wonders, blessings, feelings, ups and downs, learnings. To know that we are here and not dead. Death is something that will happen any time or another, but you decide wether to live or not while you are still alive and to make a difference in this world and to create and envision a better version of you every day, LEARN and while you do it, live every experience as the last one!
Please, LIVE.
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