tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54282166821863569132023-11-16T08:38:20.077-08:00Dayana Gonzalez.Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-61778381380250488642011-04-06T04:34:00.001-07:002011-04-06T04:37:56.767-07:00FINAL PROJECT. "COLOMBIA". My name is Dayana Gonzalez, Section K-502.welcome to our final project.<br />
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<div><h3 style="padding: 0px; margin: 3px;"><a href="http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/dayanahellen-940215-final-project/" target="_blank" style="font:normal 18px,arial;">FINAL PROJECT</a></h3><object width="425" height="354" id="player"><param name="movie" value="http://www.authorstream.com/player.swf?p=940215_634376680847185000&pt=3" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><embed src="http://www.authorstream.com/player.swf?p=940215_634376680847185000&pt=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="354"></embed></object><div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal;font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;">More <a href="http://www.authorstream.com/" target="_blank">PowerPoint presentations</a> from <a href="http://www.authorstream.com/User-Presentations/dayanahellen/" target="_blank">DayanaGonzalez</a></div></div>It is really a good experience we've had at this level, especially all these new learning tools that motivates us to work harder on via web and use these resources to the fullest.<br />
Keep on shining love and peace.Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-8608809747072314272011-04-03T10:47:00.000-07:002011-04-03T10:47:39.673-07:00Running Errands.<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: white;">The most import thing in my house is pay the bills for example phone bills, water, light and internet; also onother important activity in my house is buying provisions to eat and for cleaning. I use to organize all the things that I need to buy in a list, and like this I wont be able to forget something from my list.</span></strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is a private university located in Cambridge, Massachusetts, The United States.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It forms a part of the Ivy League and is the most ancient institution of higher education of the United States.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nowadays Harvard has, in average, a student population of about 6,650 students of pregrado and approximately 13,000 of postdegree.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is considered to be the best university of the world according to the following rankings of universities:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Academic Ranking of World Universities (ARWU) of the Institute of Higher Education of Shanghai Jiao Tong University. Ahead of Stanford and of Berkeley.<br />
Ranking of Cibermetría's Laboratory of the Top Advice of Scientific Investigations (CSIC) of Spain. Ahead of the MIT, of Stanford and of Berkeley.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgz4VlTkPuYOqHEuIJp9d5SaJNFOgZIcswlNTtp8HW-ZWy-RkPz4eJNJr8RFAlqzjEAqiUBLgvWaCuuGnhQ3YyD5oiVGcAta9vSlPFuKQOXWi8QP-mwhF7q0OwQzW1uDgN2vffAoSiS0jH/s1600/Harvard-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgz4VlTkPuYOqHEuIJp9d5SaJNFOgZIcswlNTtp8HW-ZWy-RkPz4eJNJr8RFAlqzjEAqiUBLgvWaCuuGnhQ3YyD5oiVGcAta9vSlPFuKQOXWi8QP-mwhF7q0OwQzW1uDgN2vffAoSiS0jH/s1600/Harvard-logo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>URBE University.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is a university deprived of Maracaibo, State Zulia, Venezuela.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Founded by the current rector the Dr. Oscar Belloso Medina in 1989. It is a University located in Maracaibo. The university is founded on October 5, 1989 on honor to Dr. Rafael Belloso Chacín, medical founder and rector of the same University. It initiates academic activities on March 26, 1990 with 567 students and 100 teachers concerning the powers of Engineering, Administrative Sciences and Sciences of the Computer science with the Schools of Engineering in Computation, Administration of Companies, Commercial and IT Administration.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYErXpQf0YO8Fr2SelTr5lT7hxklXXwzSyitaOQ3dKIQl0MmQ2kwRnYXrBf9PUTL5Yr1u6urF42n2WPH2_3NsE9IPKm7LFwfOJ5jQ7Q3mdvRA4Z9dKBns8CVGwmj_h-zhCwtIqHIqLYeB-/s1600/logo-urbe1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYErXpQf0YO8Fr2SelTr5lT7hxklXXwzSyitaOQ3dKIQl0MmQ2kwRnYXrBf9PUTL5Yr1u6urF42n2WPH2_3NsE9IPKm7LFwfOJ5jQ7Q3mdvRA4Z9dKBns8CVGwmj_h-zhCwtIqHIqLYeB-/s1600/logo-urbe1.png" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">The Murder of Danilo Anderson took place on 18 November 2004, in Caracas, Venezuela Danilo Baltasar Anderson (born 29 October 1966) was a Venezuelan environmental state prosecutor investigating more than 400 people accused of crimes against the state and Venezuelan people in the failed 2002 coup dètat attempt. Anderson, 38, was assassinated in Urbanización Los Chaguaramos in Caracas, while driving home from the college where</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;"> he was taking postgraduate classes. He was killed when a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>C-4 plastic explosive device placed on the frame under the driver's seat on his Toyota SUV was detonated, apparently by remote control. Witnesses say they heard two loud explosions and saw the vehicle, already in flames, crash against the front of a nearby building. In 2005 several people were convicted of masterminding the assassination</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">Anderson was born in Caracas, and graduated in law from Central University of Venezuela in 1995, specializing later in criminology and environmental law. He worked as a lawyer for several firms, and was a general tax inspector between 1993 and 2000. He was the first official to bring a case for environmental offenses in Caracas. According to<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>El Nacional (an anti-Chavez publication), Anderson described himself as a radical leftist.His murder shocked Ve</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">nezuelan opinion across the political spectrum.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div>Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-57977488726642937562011-03-16T06:59:00.000-07:002011-03-16T07:18:08.978-07:00Superman. Myth.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmr9WyMolrgSBJ5mrbOKN5_bULJBc98jux7Dz4_1XtdhgLZTLG5Pu-27uXDztJog9RhOwpxMnbHU18dpn9C6kFsRfOn9XlB-VnoGKHhpmySp8PAwvKxGgGScHC3CIERb9uEhknkHM5Ff7/s1600/Superman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmr9WyMolrgSBJ5mrbOKN5_bULJBc98jux7Dz4_1XtdhgLZTLG5Pu-27uXDztJog9RhOwpxMnbHU18dpn9C6kFsRfOn9XlB-VnoGKHhpmySp8PAwvKxGgGScHC3CIERb9uEhknkHM5Ff7/s320/Superman.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: newspaper; text-kashida-space: 50%;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">Superman</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;"> is a fictional character, a comic book superhero appearing in publications by DC Comics, widely considered to be an American cultural icon<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Created by American writer Jerry Siegel and Canadian-born American artist Joe shuster in 1932 while both were living in Cleveland, Ohio, and sold to Detective Comics, Inc. (later DC Comics) in 1938, the character first appeared in Action Comics Nº 1 (June 1938) and subsequently</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;"> appeared in various radio serials, television programs, films, newspaper strips , and video games. With the success of his adventures, Superman helped to create the superhero genre and establish its primacy within the American comic book. The character's appearance is distinctive and iconic: a blue, red and yellow costume, complete with cape, with a stylized "S" shield on his chest. This shield is now typically used across media to symbolize the character.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: newspaper; text-kashida-space: 50%;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">The original story of Superman<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>relates that he was born Kal-El on the planet Krypton, before being rocketed to Earth as an infant by his scientist father Jor-El, moments before Krypton's destruction. Discovered and adopted by a Kansas farmer and his wife, the child is raised as Clark Kent<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and imbued with a strong moral compass. Very early he started to display superhuman<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>abilities, which upon reaching maturity he resolved to use for the benefit of humani</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">ty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: newspaper; text-kashida-space: 50%;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">While sometimes referred to less than flatteringly as "the big blue Boy Scout" by some of his fellow superheroes, Superman has also been referred to as "The Man of Steel", "The Man of Tomorrow", and "The Last Son of Krypton" over the years. As Clark Kent, Superman lives among humans as a "mild-mannered reporter" for the Metropolis newspaper Daily planet (</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;">Daily Star</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-ansi-language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;"> in the earliest stories). There he works alongside reporter Lois Lane, with whom he is romantically linked. This relationship has been consummated by marriage on numerous occasions across various media, and this union is now firmly established within mainstream comics' continuity..</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; language: ES-MODERN; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div>Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-15365097548623824512011-03-16T06:20:00.000-07:002011-03-16T06:30:57.577-07:00THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. Story.<h2><table><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yes," said the man and he gave the first little pig some straw. </span><br />
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</tbody></table></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then the second little pig built himself a house of sticks. It was stronger than the house of straw. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The second little pig was very pleased with his house. He said, "Now the wolf won't catch me and eat me." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I shall build a stronger house than yours," said the third little pig. </span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3_xND6-5_wFYgWbNFlHBZgSiCJYBZzst-6H1te96zwwolWHKTGr44EIxSsWQ4FUCVlZQo2UN4bRTakTE-JUGmIZ4bQ6kCl_IzLNHKprJ_yMclt_kkoRr2rjlxlUONNm-hMALoGZgeUna/s1600/pig6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3_xND6-5_wFYgWbNFlHBZgSiCJYBZzst-6H1te96zwwolWHKTGr44EIxSsWQ4FUCVlZQo2UN4bRTakTE-JUGmIZ4bQ6kCl_IzLNHKprJ_yMclt_kkoRr2rjlxlUONNm-hMALoGZgeUna/s320/pig6.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The third little pig walked on, along the road, by himself. Soon he met a man carrying some bricks. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Please will you give me some bricks?" asked the third little pig. "I want to build a house for myself." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yes," said the man and he gave the third little pig some bricks. </span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The next day the wolf came along the road. He came to the house of straw which the first little pig had built. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When the first little pig saw the wolf coming, he ran inside his house and shut the door. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf knocked on the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." </span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jl584KEvUn-I-H41HDz77eN7u_0rcLmW-P6uSJWc8AzIjrpJ22sOfopxLLBR-aK8mOgRJ7d4kdm90pUFY_UJ0LhLfBgzvYguEPJInAohzCS3Ba32e1Nm39R6-i2q2OnxDM30KS98Fy-q/s1600/pig9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jl584KEvUn-I-H41HDz77eN7u_0rcLmW-P6uSJWc8AzIjrpJ22sOfopxLLBR-aK8mOgRJ7d4kdm90pUFY_UJ0LhLfBgzvYguEPJInAohzCS3Ba32e1Nm39R6-i2q2OnxDM30KS98Fy-q/s320/pig9.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. The house of straw fell down and the wolf ate up the first little pig.</span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitmpI8y8UrKn7_kmqyU7Iys5G_eDdGhAEqmzG6SVWEs4X-ittjXyo6uaswHdYsOQEJQ3cdYVzq1F9Pfikz2EDwPxG5LlCsKStp0K_xFeN92BbRWZ4QZKlhhMb-JnwpH4sk1UhjLR35aC0c/s1600/pig10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitmpI8y8UrKn7_kmqyU7Iys5G_eDdGhAEqmzG6SVWEs4X-ittjXyo6uaswHdYsOQEJQ3cdYVzq1F9Pfikz2EDwPxG5LlCsKStp0K_xFeN92BbRWZ4QZKlhhMb-JnwpH4sk1UhjLR35aC0c/s320/pig10.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The next day the wolf walked further along the road. He came to the house of sticks which the second little pig had built. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When the second little pig saw the wolf coming, he ran inside his house and shut the door. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf knocked on the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." </span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgR1Y-Qjr2W_N4X6FsqnDpdLX8iduGyqdQ_ZaUVB9bjsPfMvqm8YD_8CzAvoKEZDUAsphNe9VCmWGccZSjtAzN8qkPqAc9gkCvI8djx7PpLHL-dqzxvJHbQLH7aT_5tfVqdidoe5UOVkx/s1600/pig11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgR1Y-Qjr2W_N4X6FsqnDpdLX8iduGyqdQ_ZaUVB9bjsPfMvqm8YD_8CzAvoKEZDUAsphNe9VCmWGccZSjtAzN8qkPqAc9gkCvI8djx7PpLHL-dqzxvJHbQLH7aT_5tfVqdidoe5UOVkx/s320/pig11.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. The house of sticks fell down and the wolf ate up the second little pig. </span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm2STwHGobpPwEQnJMVXHN-4Gwb5ZtGEvFjdlGqnO_JUbq4Bq_a4VuK92-DfP3EqAWDxUFKNgxLt5881ptRu40g5aaRYd4hUu4l2_1FYwjGMfx1ChnAMEd5LuDBtW6-YZLw7erDo0UzU4/s1600/pig12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm2STwHGobpPwEQnJMVXHN-4Gwb5ZtGEvFjdlGqnO_JUbq4Bq_a4VuK92-DfP3EqAWDxUFKNgxLt5881ptRu40g5aaRYd4hUu4l2_1FYwjGMfx1ChnAMEd5LuDBtW6-YZLw7erDo0UzU4/s320/pig12.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The next day the wolf walked further along the road. He came to the house of bricks which the third little pig had built. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When the third little pig saw the wolf coming, he ran inside his house and shut the door. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf knocked on the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." </span></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm7ZSobcvayT-QrUrRAI2426EtzVrtRvMqN_L0fUr4LXqh2whbqpjkIOmP21B4pPtViM9OvQ-_Aa2cRizw_PT8ZSwqwkS0oHwkoPX3gI1nITF_9pVGqsAdW6FayYFX0QirYSZvXv6i2in/s1600/pig13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm7ZSobcvayT-QrUrRAI2426EtzVrtRvMqN_L0fUr4LXqh2whbqpjkIOmP21B4pPtViM9OvQ-_Aa2cRizw_PT8ZSwqwkS0oHwkoPX3gI1nITF_9pVGqsAdW6FayYFX0QirYSZvXv6i2in/s320/pig13.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br />
</div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. But the house of bricks did not fall down.</span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZksyZodRgz-83rTcJchMO5QQKHsCAu7zhei-hZImITDG0njR49tgXv7YbA8OA4gIEJXUB597kwMIRqOBzEOGWk_QDM0_Mt_1aUa3Y5OPz9CCkxrXR2e7z_VuA4udzIoW-NDWfIeVQ-xy/s1600/pig14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZksyZodRgz-83rTcJchMO5QQKHsCAu7zhei-hZImITDG0njR49tgXv7YbA8OA4gIEJXUB597kwMIRqOBzEOGWk_QDM0_Mt_1aUa3Y5OPz9CCkxrXR2e7z_VuA4udzIoW-NDWfIeVQ-xy/s320/pig14.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf was very angry, but he pretended not to be. He thought, "This is a clever little pig. If I want to catch him I must pretend to be his friend." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So the wolf said, "Little pig, if you will be ready at six o'clock in the morning, I will take you to Farmer Smith's field. We shall find some nice turnips for dinner." </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRnG5ayXtHmQLf0s44MsmNGdzlD30fT91CI5pDXbdaLVgGyXLg5cwO-MrYNRJGCt9lARe_x0QpJxoebXj_ObjxRMhLzqJje1ssuTk1UXWmMZMUi-tNXl20AGUTGSrPVSAA1De6qnxQixo/s1600/pig15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRnG5ayXtHmQLf0s44MsmNGdzlD30fT91CI5pDXbdaLVgGyXLg5cwO-MrYNRJGCt9lARe_x0QpJxoebXj_ObjxRMhLzqJje1ssuTk1UXWmMZMUi-tNXl20AGUTGSrPVSAA1De6qnxQixo/s320/pig15.jpg" width="202" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">"Very well," said the little pig. But the third little pig was a clever little pig. He knew that the wolf just wanted to eat him. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">So the next morning the third little pig set off for Farmer Smith's field at five o'clock. He filled his basket with turnips. Then he hurried home before it was six o'clock. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nCUjTk5eI3e_IucSrEZz20YNO9sa0X_N8C_LytzbM606cejNItotQvNnDzExauQPGyLH6DbBRGZza09K-1WZSBjVDP3W1kHjaSMqBumBQZmuBac-63rzl2nZ8TwtLfoe9qGCyPkHT46u/s1600/pig16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nCUjTk5eI3e_IucSrEZz20YNO9sa0X_N8C_LytzbM606cejNItotQvNnDzExauQPGyLH6DbBRGZza09K-1WZSBjVDP3W1kHjaSMqBumBQZmuBac-63rzl2nZ8TwtLfoe9qGCyPkHT46u/s320/pig16.jpg" width="207" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At six o'clock the wolf knocked on the little pig's door. "Are you ready, little pig ?" he said. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Oh! I have been to Farmer Smith's field," said the little pig. "I filled my basket with turnips and they are now cooking for my dinner." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf was very angry, but he pretended not to be. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhFpOhVNygccLuHJlEKc46HS9hAJh5_BCVIibenNio9To6dxQ-25Mb9jHE6z1bPZ8Fne9iY4fgfMCVXvS-DFFCLkuo-Lf6hSRgeEn-PZ7Hy7WhYxxrX2uhz4xjxQugiyRh9AZCJIdEQGc/s1600/pig17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhFpOhVNygccLuHJlEKc46HS9hAJh5_BCVIibenNio9To6dxQ-25Mb9jHE6z1bPZ8Fne9iY4fgfMCVXvS-DFFCLkuo-Lf6hSRgeEn-PZ7Hy7WhYxxrX2uhz4xjxQugiyRh9AZCJIdEQGc/s320/pig17.jpg" width="208" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then the wolf said, "If you will be ready at five o'clock in the morning, I will take you to Farmer Brown's apple tree. We will pick some red apples." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Very well," said the little pig. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Next morning, the little pig set off at four o'clock. He found the apple tree. He was up in the tree, picking apples, when the wolf came along. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrAU8LI0iEdvxsa2nKjTxQ2L8yVt5E7Qh3-yJv_MqMLGYeSKD87Md9X5qnRFvnIQmIVlZyUaGcnVEFOskDt0J_NaNNjyqdr0HZcAOiOn9CZ-VaWMsfrluhOu_ECnAu7gjkeZdQrKU_8NB/s1600/pig18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrAU8LI0iEdvxsa2nKjTxQ2L8yVt5E7Qh3-yJv_MqMLGYeSKD87Md9X5qnRFvnIQmIVlZyUaGcnVEFOskDt0J_NaNNjyqdr0HZcAOiOn9CZ-VaWMsfrluhOu_ECnAu7gjkeZdQrKU_8NB/s320/pig18.jpg" width="208" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The little pig was very frightened, but he pretended not to be. He said, "These are fine apples, Mr. Wolf. I'll throw you one." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He threw down an apple, but it rolled away down the road. The wolf ran after it. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then the little pig jumped down from the tree. He ran all the way home and shut his door quickly. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Y7C0vYKJQ8V6QsQWLVIaaQiaT1X64QUUHkUIb0wYBnLu3iiqOEtr8LAtQDc7m-v4xtIW-ipBC5ZFa5t0-SPXKTVBVxbmEBVTjV-PGSm4xfgwQgPn_NY03TiIe13KvuneMtv9-MaBrol3/s1600/pig19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Y7C0vYKJQ8V6QsQWLVIaaQiaT1X64QUUHkUIb0wYBnLu3iiqOEtr8LAtQDc7m-v4xtIW-ipBC5ZFa5t0-SPXKTVBVxbmEBVTjV-PGSm4xfgwQgPn_NY03TiIe13KvuneMtv9-MaBrol3/s320/pig19.jpg" width="207" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf was very angry, but he still pretended not to be. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He went to the little pig's house and knocked on the door. "Little pig," he said, "if you will be ready at four o'clock this afternoon, I will take you to the fair. We will have some fun on the swings and roundabouts." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Very well," said the little pig. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGfXpzu6yAq0P6V7kNv6ZtIjrqxc9SHEDYMeita3-2Mq-uNWj2l1mcFcsPLwKnKGykJPDjiJlnFsd2H49DMlnV5q1KBv0o8b3Pf8AdMOXFc8gRFaj-b-S5S-BmdZz0kZ_vLF2wtb1Nk4B/s1600/pig20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGfXpzu6yAq0P6V7kNv6ZtIjrqxc9SHEDYMeita3-2Mq-uNWj2l1mcFcsPLwKnKGykJPDjiJlnFsd2H49DMlnV5q1KBv0o8b3Pf8AdMOXFc8gRFaj-b-S5S-BmdZz0kZ_vLF2wtb1Nk4B/s320/pig20.jpg" width="208" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At two o'clock the little pig set off for the fair. He had great fun, riding on the swings and roundabouts. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then he bought himself a butter churn. It looked like a big barrel. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As little pig was going home he saw the wolf coming up the hill. Little pig was very frightened, so he jumped inside his butter churn. </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroVAklB5EPBxeMgyhGdfOxdbfYQ8kcUnssJ9XQweXIC1-NM3_oog9FcqS0Y9fOXf7cASqywLppn_FCeUMmRsnP6G3HNaW_OQOpvtseuhVPr_2wpH979fArpn3ZyyRMsVbKadR1P5jFJJl/s1600/pig21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroVAklB5EPBxeMgyhGdfOxdbfYQ8kcUnssJ9XQweXIC1-NM3_oog9FcqS0Y9fOXf7cASqywLppn_FCeUMmRsnP6G3HNaW_OQOpvtseuhVPr_2wpH979fArpn3ZyyRMsVbKadR1P5jFJJl/s320/pig21.jpg" width="208" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The butter churn began to roll over and over, down the hill. It rolled faster and faster. It knocked the wolf down. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The wolf did not know what had knocked him down. He was so frightened that he ran away as quickly as he could. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Little pig jumped out of his butter churn and carried it home.</span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVQZNp2PIeKVdbWehyphenhyphenWWIwTKjUVfpXjwhlOCX6RilFUpUUvY_FV0vwtHt430mRVAbq-yogUQezNYVQguXv0ydAdanHgKq34IAx12rxSnpcMcnjERxQ5WxLTOD8R_I157IMEo0JrJLtfYU/s1600/pig22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVQZNp2PIeKVdbWehyphenhyphenWWIwTKjUVfpXjwhlOCX6RilFUpUUvY_FV0vwtHt430mRVAbq-yogUQezNYVQguXv0ydAdanHgKq34IAx12rxSnpcMcnjERxQ5WxLTOD8R_I157IMEo0JrJLtfYU/s320/pig22.jpg" width="208" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The next day the wolf came and knocked on the little pig's door. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He said, "Little pig, I did not go to the fair yesterday. A great, big thing came rolling down the hill and knocked me over." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Ha-ha!" said the little pig. "That was me, inside my butter churn!" </span></h2><h2 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMZZZeJc2-_DeXW_iIR4mGBYYJ0zwPSpzWzSFSqKyKLO3iiMMizDQWxow8dWfGp7R_G49f5u3SAoWLrRDHZ3I10cKRfrk4T3jQ2F2oo_lhJtMpgts2QarZi749vsonp-WenRQWy6GpRtj/s1600/pig23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMZZZeJc2-_DeXW_iIR4mGBYYJ0zwPSpzWzSFSqKyKLO3iiMMizDQWxow8dWfGp7R_G49f5u3SAoWLrRDHZ3I10cKRfrk4T3jQ2F2oo_lhJtMpgts2QarZi749vsonp-WenRQWy6GpRtj/s320/pig23.jpg" width="201" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When the wolf heard this he was very, very, very angry indeed. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He said, "Little pig, I am going to eat you up. I am going to climb down your chimney to get you." </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The little pig was very frightened, but he said nothing. 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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"La Llorona" ("The Weeping Woman") is a popular legend in Hispanic America, with many versions extant. The basic story, which originated in Mexico, is that La Llorona was a beautiful woman by the name of Maria who killed her children by drowning them in order to be with the man that she loved, but was subsequently rejected by him. (He might have been the children's father who had left their mother for another woman.) Then, after being rejected by her lover, she killed herself. When Maria reached the gates of heaven, she was asked, "Where are your children?" and she replied, "I don't know, my Lord." She was not permitted to enter heaven until she found her children. She now wanders the Earth for all eternity, searching in vain for her drowned offspring. Her constant weeping is the reason for her name, La Llorona. In some cases, according to the tale, she will kidnap wandering children or children who disobey their parents.</span></div>Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-40448012370407866932011-03-08T12:06:00.000-08:002011-03-08T12:06:55.975-08:00The harsh reality of abortion.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw65n-hB9qUc7Bckx4RBiEoCanik7Wf3GBx7lF-AZTCRvEfySsyH844GYN_6206r9v0DkBaN6hlAzjxrH2Vgg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428216682186356913.post-65500842133453991382011-03-08T07:30:00.000-08:002011-03-08T07:47:19.141-08:00VIDEO.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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What does understand himself for pollution of the air or atmospheric? There is understood by air pollution any alteration of the terrestrial atmosphere capable of causing environmental impact for the gas addition or solid or liquid particles in suspension in different proportions from natives, that it could put in risk to persons, animals and plants, as well as attack to different materials, reduce the visibility or produce disagreeable smells.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_6dpFIsaoJV4eSpXEH5j_2hxQ31jGPL_1hKMe6Tap0YMHVyTUpF0_2DkwZIfuFKx4TyR4uQQ-zEvHOcFz-oaJ1BGfvnd7triLkqYg49p9ad25WFx9-tne-AtXZ0fHLvVkf5LPPbsStpi/s1600/contaminacion+del+aire.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_6dpFIsaoJV4eSpXEH5j_2hxQ31jGPL_1hKMe6Tap0YMHVyTUpF0_2DkwZIfuFKx4TyR4uQQ-zEvHOcFz-oaJ1BGfvnd7triLkqYg49p9ad25WFx9-tne-AtXZ0fHLvVkf5LPPbsStpi/s1600/contaminacion+del+aire.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<strong>! My name is Dayana Gonzalez but you can call me Dayi!. I’m from Maracaibo, I live in Maracaibo, in La Esperanza</strong><br />
<strong>. I’m 25 years old and I study Laws I love music, , talking phone with my friends, pizza , chocolate, my family , my country.</strong><br />
<strong>I hate smoking, getting up early on the weekend, violence, war, injustice, and washing the dishes.</strong><br />
<strong>My dream is to travel around the world, visit the Pyramids in and The Eiffel Tower in Paris.Of course and canary island , I want to graduate and be a good smith . I also want to learn to speak English, and Italian. I’d love to work in an important company and buy a house, get married and start a family.</strong><br />
<strong>About English, I love to learn new languages. I think English is very important. I listen to music and watch TV in English. It’s a good exercise. I also chat on the internet and have very friends in many countries. I can write so so, but I need to practice more. The most difficult for me is speaking. I need to practice very more. I hope I can make a lot of friends and practice speaking in this class. </strong><br />
<strong>Well, that's a little bit about me... Hope you lik eit.. leave a comment!</strong>Dayana Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00735969037270556935noreply@blogger.com0