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long sentences

ceasper — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:58:40 GMT

long sentences

Reading don't be enough. I'm very much reading but, still I don't be ready. Time's flowing like water. It difficult that chatching its speed.

Nonstop, my work's changing. I'm administrator now. Maybe, tomorrow I can turn to teaching. maybe... maybe don't...

...back turn

ceasper — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:39:15 GMT

...back turn

I dicade that back turn to English lesson. My jobs don't finish to start it. Time's going very fast so I don't catch. I'll do... I'll do too...

beginning summer

ceasper — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 10:08:17 GMT

beginning summer

My school is looking to wonderful capture. My class's windows sees blue sea. This week, weather was diffirently. Sometimes, it's cold, same day it's very hot. it's that at the april in Turkey...

This children will die me at last. While weather is hot, too. They leave all interesting... I'm very tired. I wish, God heps me...

I know, they are boring, growing up and changing...

I advise you to listen.. I except, you listen...

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

(if you want to write me, write...)

it isn't important for a child!!!

ceasper — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:03:58 GMT

it isn't important for a child!!!

Today, we writed a letter on the lesson. Children were boring.
Because, "letter to write" wasn't interesting them.
They usually like to make a picture or to sing a song.
Witout several students, nobady was like "boring lesson for
their idea"

Uh.... I don't understand. Once upon, hab we been to be as weel as they?
I don't know, I don't remember...

Education is difficult career. What is important in the life?
it isn't important for a child; it is very important for a teacher...

I advise you to listen.. I except, you listen...

Johann Sebastian Bach - Orchestersuite Nr. 2 (BWV 1067) - Badinerie

(if you want to write me, write...)

you may listen to undestand me...

ceasper — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:15:09 GMT

you may listen to undestand me...

Today, I decided to write... ok... "what can I write?" I said myself. I don't know.
however, I am going to write... also to write is important for me? why?

by the way; who am I? I can explain and describe shortly... I live in asia and europe of connecting of place. Anatolia...
its name is even wonderful. certainly my idea is that. there is a sound in my ears.

you may listen to understand me...

Antonio Lucio Vivaldi - Le Quattro Stagioni (Op. 8, RV 269) - La Primavera

..... ....

firsly, I have to listen this song... afterwards I continue....

(if you want to write me, write...)