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Wie sieht dein idealer Schultag aus?
Für ich muss mein idealer Schultag am 10 Uhr beginnen, damit ich am spätest 9 Uhr aufstehen und mehr zeit für lerne am Morgen kann. Weil ich problem mit schlafen haben, möchte ich mehr zeit für schlafen haben. Doch auch, ich hätte gern mein idealer Schultag mit mehr Freizeit Klass haben, dafür mehr Freizeit ich kontrolliert habe kann. Außerdem haben wir Aktivität von viele Type auch sehr wichtig ist. Schließlich möchte ich in mein idealer Schultag gibt es keine Hausegaben, weil ich schon viele Dinge zu studiert haben.
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May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025
Texto: Un paraje natural con varios atentados
Hola y buenas tardes. Si hubiera alguien aquí que hable español, que pudiera corregir mi texto, seria genial.
Estoy preparándome para un examen oficial de español y acabo de escribir un texto de un examen anterior.
Usted es un enamorado de la naturaleza y en su ultima excursión por un paraje natural de su region ha encontrado varios atentados contra el medio ambiente. Escriba una carta a la Delegación del Medio Ambiente de su pais en la que deberá: Presentarse, explicar el motivo de su carta, enumerar los atentados contra el medio ambiente, lamentarse y pedir soluciones, avisar de que esta dispuesto a tomar otras medidas y despedirse.
Aquí es mi texto:
Asunto: Un paraje natural con varios atentados contra el medioambiente
Estimado señores:
Les escribo esta carta para informarles sobre varios atentados contra el medio ambiente, que he descubierto durante mi ultima ultima excursión por un paraje natural en Malaga, Andalucia, plaza de los arboles tallados.
En primer lugar habían muchos cigarettos en el suelo, lo que en mi opinion hace un paraje natural muy sucio.
En segundo lugar, encontraba latas de cerveza y muchísimo de plástico que viene de comida. Y por si fuera poco, habían botellones en los bosques. Tal como lo veo yo, eso es un delito, que debería tener sanciones o multas. Los excursionistas se sienten incomodos, hace ruido y estoy convencida de que en largo plazo, estas cosas van a tener un afecto muy malo para el medioambiente y los animales que viven allí.
En resumen, es muy importante que ustedes implementen normas, para que sea un lugar biodegradable, seguro para todos, y que los animales tengan un lugar limpio para vivir.
En el caso de que la hayan leído esta carta, espero que ustedes me puedan contactar con la condición de que podamos resolver este situación. A no ser que me responden, voy a traer este caso a otro departamento mas serio.
Dándoles las gracias de antemano, se despide atentamente.
May 7, 2025
Morgen ist den letzten Tag bei meiner Arbeit.
Morgen ist den letzten Tag bei meiner Arbeit vor meinem Mutterschutz und meiner Elternzeit.
Ich bin in der letzter Zeit jeden Tag schläflig, weil ich alle zwei Stunden auf die Toilette muss.
Daher bin ich so froh, dass Ich ab diesem Samstag zu Hause bleiben kann.
Ich glaube persönlich, der Mutterschutz sollte ab 8 Wochen vor der Geburt anstatt 6 Wochen beginnen.
Natürlich muss ich jeden Tag Körperübungen machen.
Jetzt schreibe ich meinem Hausmeister eine E-mail und danach gehe ich ins Bett.
Gute Nacht.
May 7, 2025
Hunter Encounter
Dr. Mercer got a crew member to use as a live subject—probably that Harris guy, who was one of the affected by the widespread dementia down on the colony, and was then brought on board the ship for study. He seemed an interesting one for such.
Well, whoever it was, had a hole drilled into their skull, right in the forehead area, and a regenerating sample tissue into the brain. Such an experiment mutated the subject into a new type of Necromorph, known as the Hunter. [...] That thing can’t seem to die, no matter how many times you shoot its limbs off, they just keep regenerating.
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May 7, 2025
My Grandfather is a Giant Schnauzer
Chapter 7 — The Mark of the Black Turtle
They woke me like a thief — silently, the way smugglers must rouse each other before slipping away. Someone tugged on my leg, and just like that, the day began. Cold morning air hit my face, and outside the tent I heard a soft whisper:
"Psst! Toma! Come out!"
I sat up and saw a pair of bare feet visible just outside the tent. Then a tousled head poked through the tent flap — Maren. I heard Elen's stifled giggle. I crawled out and mumbled a greeting.
"Come on!" Maren hissed. "Arina came up with something epic. Quick!"
I followed.
Ded, curled up at the entrance, huffed disapprovingly. But catching the scent of mischief, he raised his head, yawned dramatically, and trotted after us.
We ran across the still-sleepy camp to Arina’s tent. She sat cross-legged on a thin blanket, with the solemn look of someone about to hand me Captain Nemo’s will, clutching her notebook like a sacred document.
"Ready?" she asked, barely smiling. "Then look."
She opened the notebook and turned it toward me.
There, drawn in black ink, was a giant sea turtle, its shell adorned with a skull and crossbones. It looked so cool that chills ran down my back. Like a proper coat of arms for a pirate island.
"This is the symbol of the treasure you found," Arina said. "Now this place has its own mark."
I nodded, unable to say anything. In moments like that, silence works best — so you don’t scare off the magic.
"We need a plaque over the cave!" Maren declared, shaking his fist like he was starting a revolution.
Everyone jumped on the idea without a word. Maren dashed off toward the shore, hoping to find a good board among the tide-thrown debris. I went to the supply tent and found plywood, nails, and a hammer. We borrowed glue and varnish from Elen.
Half an hour later we were working fast — hammering, gluing, painting.
Ded supervised the process like a general contractor. At one point he yawned so theatrically we all burst out laughing.
"Perfect," said Arina, and sealed the drawing with varnish.
When it dried, we mounted the sign by the hatch — so it would be visible from afar.
Now the place had a face. And that face grinned with a crooked pirate smile.
"This place is officially dangerous now," Maren declared.
Ded growled in approval.
By then the camp was waking up: footsteps, clanging dishes, someone laughing near the fire.
From beyond the tents came Thierry Roche’s voice:
"Breakfast! Everyone to the table!"
We exchanged looks and laughed. The job was done, and the smell of food pulled stronger than any adventure.
We had only just sat down at the table when the morning turned upside down.
I was reaching for a slice of toast when I heard it. Not a hum — more like a growl.
Low. Growing louder. Somewhere beyond the lagoon.
"Engines," Maren said. "More than one."
Elen turned pale.
Three black speedboats burst from behind the reefs, foam trailing behind them.
At the bow — armed figures in bandanas.
Pirates.
Someone screamed. Ded’s fur bristled.
Captain Branc shouted:
"No panic! No sudden moves! Everyone down, lie flat on the ground!"
The boats hit the shore. Out poured the bandits — modern-day pirates.
First among them, waving his rifle, was the leader. I knew him — he’d been to the island before, trading rice for pearls. Bald, with a thick beard, a shark tooth necklace on his chest. His name was Antoine Levasseur, but everyone called him Harpoon. The pirates stalked through the camp like they owned it, rifles raised. They rummaged through supplies, searching for valuables.
Harpoon approached Captain Branc, who remained standing with his hands raised in calm defiance.
"Brave one?" the leader asked in a rough voice, aiming his rifle. "We respect the brave."
I wanted to be brave too. Like the captain. So I stood and walked toward them.
"He doesn’t understand you," I said to the pirate who turned to me.
"And the kid... looks like you got hit hard too. The sea didn’t spare anyone, huh? Where’s your granddad? Got any pearls for trade?" Harpoon sneered.
"No pearls. Everything’s lost. Grandpa’s dead. These people — they’re a rescue team. They came to evacuate the wounded and survivors."
"Harpoon, look!" someone yelled, pointing at our new sign.
Captain Branc began gesturing, trying to explain something. But the pirates and I spoke only Creole French. The captain used clean French. None of us understood him.
"What’s he saying?" Harpoon asked, gesturing toward Branc.
I had to improvise — I couldn’t let them know about the treasure.
"He says this area’s dangerous. It’s all mined. That sign’s a warning. The whole site’s marked off. A single blast could blow the whole island apart. They’re waiting for a military boat with sappers."
"How soon?" Harpoon narrowed his eyes.
"Very soon," I replied. "They’ll be here in thirty minutes, maybe less."
The pirate frowned. He glanced toward Doctor Varma, then at the women crouched near the tents. Something shifted in his face — weighing his options, calculating next moves.
Then, with a curse — half in Spanish, half in Creole — he barked an order.
His men backed away from the hatch, then flooded through the camp, snatching anything in sight — wallets, watches, bags. In a blur of motion, they clambered into the boats. The engines hissed and barked before dissolving into a full-throated roar.
Within minutes, they were gone. Even the sound of the engines had faded into the sea.
Everyone slowly began to recover, tallying up what had been lost — phones, wallets, jewelry, tools, devices — all missing from both teams.
“Captain!” Arina’s voice rang out, tense. “Captain, we’ve got a problem. They stole my camera — it had all the treasure photos! We need to act, fast.”
“We will,” Branc said, and asked Jean-Luc Forge to contact the coast guard, the Bahamas, and the UN Maritime Bureau.
“Sending SOS,” Jean-Luc confirmed, speaking crisply into the radio. “Reporting armed attack and the risk of pirate return.”
“Let’s play it safe,” Louise added. “Duplicate the alert to the French Navy. Maybe someone’s nearby.”
An hour later, the roar came — low and deafening, tearing through the sky.
A shadow streaked between the clouds — a jet, black and fast as lightning.
Toma froze, mouth open.
“Is that them?” he whispered.
“It’s them,” Louise nodded. “Ours.”
And behind the jet, a tiny speck grew larger on the horizon.
A speedboat. The French flag flying from its mast.
Soon, a squad of marines landed at the shore — figures in dark navy jumpsuits, rifles slung, eyes scanning everything.
Their commander, a sturdy man with a scar across his chin, introduced himself without ceremony:
“Lieutenant Dumont, French Navy. We’re here to secure the camp.”
Captain Branc gripped his hand like he was clinging to rigging in a storm.
“Thank you,” he said with a breath. “You arrived just in time.”
Among the Mangroves
Meanwhile, the pirates had returned to their hideout — a secret base buried in the mangroves. The loot was meager: cash, jewelry, phones, equipment — and Arina’s camera.
The leader — Basil Roche, known as Doc — sat slouched in a leather chair, scowling at the table. He was not impressed. Too long scraping by on scraps, and today’s haul looked like more of the same.
Pedro Cordova, nicknamed Moose — the mechanic and helmsman — fiddled with the camera, flipping it on and scrolling lazily through the pictures.
Then he stopped.
On the screen — a cave. Gleaming coins. A massive, ancient hatch.
Moose went still.
“Hey, Harpoon!” he called. “Come see what you brought back!”
From the shadows stepped Harpoon. He grabbed the camera, flipped through the frames. A cruel smile curled on his lips.
“They tricked us,” he rasped. “But the kid... he’ll pay.”
Black Turtle Island
That night, a deep calm settled over Black Turtle Island. For the first time, everyone could sleep — knowing they weren’t alone, but guarded by strength. On the horizon, the lights of a frigate shimmered. In the sky — the rare flicker of air patrol beacons.
Just before dawn, the fast boats reappeared on the horizon. The pirates had come to settle the score.
Three boats — three trails in the black water.
Suddenly, a patrol helicopter roared overhead. Its spotlight sliced through the darkness, sweeping over the black water and picking out boats, silhouettes, and bursts of spray — the whole snarl of the pursuit.
“Left one! Take the left!” came the voice on the radio.
One boat veered toward the shoals. The helicopter dropped low, almost skimming the surface. The beam swept across the deck. Warning shots stitched the water directly in front of the boat. The pirates froze, throttled down, and raised their hands.
The boat drifted. A coast guard vessel moved in.
The other two boats split, racing for open sea.
“Cut off the sectors! Intercept!” snapped a command.
Toma and the others watched from shore. Searchlights scanned the darkness. A silver blur tore through the water, cutting across the second boat’s path.
The third — the fastest — vanished into the mangrove maze. The helicopter gave chase but had to turn back. Low fuel.
“Pursuit terminated. Returning to base,” the pilot reported.
One boat escaped. Two were taken.
The captured pirates were brought aboard the French ship. Resistance was minimal. Several of the pirates agreed to reveal the base location.
The Pirate Camp
The marines didn’t wait for daylight. Several boats departed at once. When they reached shallow water, they switched to night vision.
The shapes of structures emerged from the dark — a few hangars, ruined huts on stilts.
“There,” nodded one of the bound pirates.
Basil Roche, nicknamed Doc, was known in certain circles — once a mission doctor, now a backroom broker in ransoms and petty piracy.
The signal for the assault was given in silence. Three teams moved in a wide arc.
Team A — frontal breach. Team B — cut off escape. Team C — clear the storerooms.
Three armed guards at the door were stunned with tasers.
Inside:
— People in cages: fishermen and two tourists.
— Crates of stolen goods.
— Arina’s camera on a table.
A spotlight lit the prisoners’ faces — gaunt, but alive.
Doc tried to slip out the back. But he was met at point blank — a taser burst dropped him to the ground.
“You’re under arrest for piracy, kidnapping, and armed assault,” the sergeant said calmly.
The night ended in the rattle of handcuffs and the stomp of heavy boots on wooden planks.
By dawn, the base stood empty. The third boat was gone — along with the most dangerous pirate among them.
Basil Roche was captured. But his younger brother — Laurent Roche, known as the Shade — was still at large. Angry, free, and circling like a shark in warm water.
Hidden among the mangroves, Laurent watched through a spyglass.
He saw them take his brother away in chains.
His lips moved:
“I’ll find them. I’ll strike back. I’ll burn it all.”
Moonlight caught his face — young, scarred, with the squint of a hunter.
To be continued...
May 7, 2025
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May 7, 2025
Zufällige Gedanken -- Französisch Lernen
Seit dem Anfang dieses Jahres lerne ich auch Französisch, erst seit ungefähr mitten Januar, wenn es mir richtig einfällt. Mein Lehrbuch enthält ca. 110 Lektionen und heute sehe ich zum ersten Mal das 89er Lektion. Ich sage 'zum ersten Mal' weil der Vorgang ich dafür benutze schreibt vor, dass jede Lektion ungefähr 15 Male verarbeiten werden soll. Nämlich gibt's bei diesem Vorgang mehrere, verschiedene Phase, durch die die Lektionen 'aufsteigen.' Somit bleibt ein Lektion länger noch frisch und interessant und hoffentlich kann auch länger Neuigkeiten und Sprachwissen ergeben.
Aber wann ich das Buch beenden, dann beginnt die zweite Phase, nämlich diese 'ganz durch auf einmal verarbeiten' Phase, wobei man sitzt sich hin und gehört auf einen Schlag das Hörtext durch und schreibt, was man da hört. Das Ziel ist eigentlich das fehlerlos zu erledigen, aber dem Hinweis laut geschieht das eher nur selten und zumeist muss man es mehrmals durcharbeiten, vielleicht zwei oder dreimal, bis man es fehlerlos oder nahezu kann.
Aber nach Niederschreiben des Texts ist es gedacht, dass man den selbst geschriebenen Text korrigiert und etwas überlegt, bevor man mit dem nächsten Mal anfängt. Bestens wäre wenn man das Text eigentlich mit einem Computer tippt und danach zweizeilig ausdrücken, damit man die Korrekturen eigentlich zwischen deine eigene getippte Linien schreiben kann. Das grundlegende Ideal ist, dass jede Phase eher etwas aufwendig sein soll, als automatisch.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025
今日はスポーツとオーディオを聞いています。
今日は私は日本語たくさんを書きません。今日とても疲れたています。でも、今日私はスポーツをします。
スポーツも面白いです。健康のために。金曜日にまたは土曜日に、私は時間があります。たくさんを書きます。そして修正するために。
金曜日に、私は神戸についてを書きます。私の日本での二日目です。
今日私は仕事はどうでした。私は忙しいたくさんはどうでした。でも、今日は日本語のオーディオを聞いています。
日本語とても良いを理解しています。日本語たくさんを理解しています。そして日本語を話す練習をします。
すみません、でも私はスポーツをします。
日本語と日本とてもすきです。私が毎日は日本語を読みてをできます。
私が時間がります。 ごめなさい、私は毎日は日本語を読みません。
私は終わりました。明日、私は時間がありません。
では、金曜日にまたは土曜日からです。
素敵な晩をお過ごしください。
May 7, 2025
My routine and thought
Right now, I don't have a job, so my daily routine is quite relaxed.
I live alone, near my older brother. Since I don't cook much, I usually go to his place for lunch and dinner. If I wake up early, I will make breakfast. But, I wake up at different times -- sometimes around seven, sometimes as late as ten. Because I have no job at the moment, I tend to sleep late every night. When I get up, I usually spend some time on my phone before starting my day.
During the day, I often play games on my phone for hours. Honestly, I don't really enjoy playing them. I've just been doing it because it helps me stop thinking about other things. But once the game ends, the problem come back.
What do I think about? Well, I live alone, so sometimes I feel like I should find someone and get married. I want to build a life with someone. But the turh is, I don't even have a job right now. And to be honest, I don't really want one. Working feels exhausting in my country, most weekdays require about 12 hours of work. it's horrible.
Right now, I'm stuck between wanting something more from life and not having the strength to chase it. I don't have all the answers, but I'm still here, thinking, writing, and hoping for something to change.
May 7, 2025
Atomic Habits Book
This book written by Jemes Clear is one of the most popular texts considered as a best sellers. The narrative of this book is about how somebody can make a new good habit and get rid of the bad ones, is one of my favorites texts because contains valuable information useful for our daily life.
Atomic Habits describe clearly each necessary needed step to make a new habit in your life and is a guide of understanding and comprehension of the requirements to build these new habits that we want to implement.
In my opinion, the book is very easy to understand and promote basic information based in real examples and situations that normally happen in our lives, so its can be read by anyone of any age.
Additionally, this book is not concentrate only about building a new habits, also include a guide to get rid of the bad ones such as smoking or bad eating habits, learning the normal sequence that our mind and body interpret as an stimulus to determine our behavior. Having in mind that concepts and being conscious of our actions is possible transform our acts through habits.
When I started reading this book I couldn't stop reading it, because every word made sense to me, it was as a familiar book because I found out the correct and methodic way to improve my behavior as I wished. Sometimes is not easy to change our routine, but is easier when you start with tiny changes that finally become into great outcomes, the importance of the correct understanding of our acts and comprehension of our body and mind.
May 7, 2025
La Paz
La búsqueda incansable por la validación externa es lo mismo que estar atrapada en un laberinto sin darnos cuenta. Nos vestimos con una capa del ego para protegernos de la lingua afilada de los prójimos y la mirada penetrante de los desconocidos. Sin embargo, el vacío que no se puede satisfacer nos deja más inquietos que nunca, un ciclo vicioso de cual no podemos escapar.
Por otro lado, la cura por la afección de la inseguridad no se encuentra en el exterior. Más bien, el reflejo del espejo nos vislumbra las verdades incómodas de las que negamos si tan solo para protegernos de aquello que no podemos soportar. Sin un premio efímero, la aceptación social por nuestros elogios y logros, libraremos de las cuerdas de las expectativas sociales que entretejen nuestra autoestima con la aprobación. Lo que nos hace único no proviene de las dictámenes externas, sino de el valor que otorgamos a nosotros mismos.
En definitiva, la tranquilidad es tan escurridiza como si fuera un sueño; el sueño nos hace la realidad cuando aceptamos nosotros mismos como somos sin pretensiones ni calificaciones. Solamente entonces, enfrentaremos nuestro reflejo en el espejo, desnudos de la prenda de la fatuidad, envueltos en un traje auténtico y sumamente humano.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025
toward study abroad
Today, I decided to study abroad. Im going to do in Fiji. There is no deeper meaning I chose the Fiji. My firend told me about studying abroad in Fiji the other day and I was interested in Fiji. I want to study abroad in previous time and I feel it is good opotunity for me. So I decided to do today. I think my English skill is middle level. Therefore, I started to write diary for my studying abroad program. Im Yuttaso. Nice to meet you, everyone!!
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025
Was denke ich über dieses Themen?
Ich möchte Süd Afrika noch einmal besuchen. Weil ich dort geboren bin. Also, ich habe keine Ahnung, wie das Land ist. Meine Eltern haben mir gesagt, dass es sehr schön ist. Es gibt viele Tiere und die Natur ist wunderbar.
Ich will genug Geld, damit ich leben kann. Das Bedeutet will ich nicht Millionär werden. Wenn ich mit dem Geld leben kann, ist das Geld genug. Ich denke, dass Menschen braucht nicht zu viel Geld. Weil was wir mit dem Geld eigentlich machen werden. Das Geld wird nur in der Bankkonto beleiben.
Ich finde, es ist besser jung und neugierig als älter und erfahrener zu sein. Wenn ein Mensch jung und neugierig, kann man viele Sachen machen. Meistens sind die Leute fit und sportlich. Wenn wir älter sein werden, können wir nicht viele Bewegung machen. Wir fühlen sich nicht zu frei, weil wir jetzt viele Verantwortlichkeiten haben. Zum Beispiel muss man die Meite jeder Monat und die anderen Rechnungen auch zahlen. Wir haben mehr Moglichkeiten, wenn wir jünger sein.
Wenn ich Stress habe, möchte ich mir etwas Entspanndes anschaue. Ich konnte auch in mein Heft meine Gefühl und Gedanken schreiben. Weil ich mich leichter nach das fühle.
Manchmal glaube ich an Astrologie, aber nicht immer. Mein Sternzeichen ist genauso wie ich bin, aber ich habe auch die Qualitäten mit dem anderen Sternzeichen. Ich finde Astrologie sehr faszinierend, aber ich glaube in keinen Horoskopen. Ich finde das Thema interessant, aber ich glaube es nicht immer wahr.
May 7, 2025
Looking back on My Golden Week
From March 3rd to March 7th, I went to back my home I grew up in.
That’s because I got the holiday called Golden Week!
My home is located in Hamamatsu and my parents and my little brother are here.
I was very happy to meet my family since January, 2025.
The most delicious food that we ate is Hamamatsu-gyoza!
Its origin is Chaina but it is not equal chaineese food.
I’ll eat Hamamatsu-gyoza with my family when I return my house!
May 7, 2025
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