tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73758196817052300322024-03-13T07:34:15.294-07:00let the good times rollUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-60583618387881116422010-05-14T07:03:00.000-07:002010-05-14T07:10:12.424-07:00Grace Kelly - MikaI wanna talk to you{The last time we talked Mr. Smith you reduced me to tears)<br /><div align="justify">I promise you that won't happen again.</div><div align="justify">Do I attract you?Do I repulse you with my crazy smile?Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty?Do I like what you like?Yeah, I could be wholesome,I could be loathsome,I guess I'm a little bit shyWhy don't you like me?Why don't you like me without making me try?I try to be like Grace KellyBut all her looks were too sadSo I tried a little FreddieI've gone identity mad!I could be brown, I could be blueI could be violet skyI could be hurtful, I could be purpleI could be anything you likeGotta be green, gotta be meanGotta be everything moreWhy don't you like me?Why don't you like me?Why don't you walk out the door!</div><br />Vull parlar amb tu (l'últim cop que vam parlar senyor Smith em vas fer plorar)<br />Et prometo que no passarà més.<br />T'atrec?et repel·lo amb el meu somriure esbojarrat?Sóc massa brut? Sóc massa lligon?M'agrada el que t'agrada?Sí, jo puc ser sa, jo puc ser repugnant,m'imagino que sóc una mica tímit. Perquè no t'agrado?Perquè no t'agrado sense deixar-me intentar-ho?Intento ser com la Grace Kelly però tots els seus posats eren massa tristos. Així vaig intentar un petit Freddie, m'he tornat boig pel que fa a la identitat!Jo puc ser moreno, jo puc ser blau, jo puc ser un cel lila, jo puc ser dolorós, jo puc ser lila, jo puc ser tot el que tu vulguis. Has de ser verd, has de ser dolent, has de ser tot i més! Perquè no t'agrado?Perquè no t'agrado?Perquè no surts fora per la porta!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4556774450405369962010-05-14T06:49:00.000-07:002010-05-14T07:49:32.323-07:00The future: now what?<div align="justify">Well, after this year with such hard work and such stressful exams I'm finally done. I already have finished batxillerat and nobody will be able to steal it from me. However I still have the leaving cert to come and I don't feel satisfied. I feel this year has been a waste of time. Not a full waste of time, because I have learnt a lot, and I have improved in those subjects I thought impossible. But I mean a waste of my studying so hard. At the begining of the course I wanted to do medicine and I worked so hard, so hard as I could and my marks were ridiculous. At the end my marks have improved but I haven't achieved my goal. Now I know I won't get into medicine even I have lots of 8s and other good marks. I feel like all this hard work has gone no where because I won't be able to do what I really wanted, what I really have fought for. Anyway, I'm sure someday I'll find a career I like or I'll get into medicine working harder in some other ways. Who knows what future is waiting for us. Now I have done what I had to, and that was fighting and working hard. If I didn't get it , maybe I'm not clever enough, or maybe it wasn't my thing to do. At least I have given it a try and I now know I have worked the hardest I could. That's the end of the blog, it's the end of batxillerat, and I should be happy but now I'm not. But I'm not angry with anybody I'm just kind of frustrated as many people from the class were today. Marks go lower or higher and they decide what we are going to become in the future. I just hope for all my classmates that the leaving cert goes well , and they, just as me, were sad of having worked so hard and haven't succeeded, I send them lots of hope and luck.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">That's it, let's see what we'll become in 4 years or more!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-56387616939501467872010-05-14T06:30:00.000-07:002010-05-14T07:37:01.599-07:00FINAL REFLECTIONMy English Competence in 2010<br /><br /><br /><br />my best oral presentation:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, I actually don't think it is that good but it might be the best one. In this oral presentation I'm introducing some new information about renewable energies and I help my explanation with images. I think this one is kind of the best because I'm not nervous and I'm fluent. I also think the interview with the British people makes the presentation very rich. According to the time, it's between the correct and I'm using connectors very often.<br /><br /><br /><br />my best written evidence:<br /><br /><a href="http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html">http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br />If I had to chose my best written evidence it would be that one. It's not special full of connectors or rather with lots of difficult writing. I chose this one because I think I show a knowledge of English big enough. That writting is a story I invented and I actually like my story, because it's a sort of reflection of peoples attitude. But the reason because I chose that composition is for the puntuation, the adjectives, the conectors and the fluency that the composition shows. Maybe I do have other writtings that are better according to structure but I like that one the most.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-65046971922739501562010-05-14T05:56:00.000-07:002010-05-14T07:20:24.971-07:00FINAL REFLECTIONMy english progress from 4th of ESO to now:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><br />First of all, lets take a look to the comment on that link:<br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/">http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div align="justify">Well, in this blog, as you can see I had just written one post using very simple language. Compared to the posts I have written this year, this one is very short and it has a huge lack of connectors. You can notice that my english isn't fluent as I just write short sentences. </div><br /><div align="justify">Secondly, look at any post on my blog from this year. Well, now you can see that all the compositions I have done during this course do have connectors and a very good structure. In my compositions from 4th of ESO I didn't had any structure, I didn't use any connectors and I didn't use many adjectives either, so I kept on repeating the same words. This year, besides I have been abroad in Dublin, I have learnt a lot about connectors and structures. From now on if I have to write a text in english I won't forget connectors and structure. Either would I forget to use lots of vocabulary that we have learnt to make the composition nicer and more fluent.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now, let's take a look to my second oral presentation (with the first one I had problems at uploading the video). It's on this link: <a href="http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-03-15T03%3A34%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7">http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-03-15T03%3A34%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7</a></div><br /><div align="justify">Well, as we can see this year I have learnt how to do oral presentations and how to calm down. The first oral presentation of which I don't have a video on line, was about plastic surgery. For that oral exposition I got really nervous and I started talking very fast. I remember Frankie was worried because I was going to finish the exposition in 2 minuts due to the speed at which I was talking. During this course apart of learning connectors and structure, as I said before, I have gained a lot of confidence.</div><br /><div align="justify">As we can see in the second oral exposition I don't talk so fast as I said I did in the first one. </div><div align="justify">In the second oral though I was moving all the time because of the nerves. </div><br /><div align="justify">At last, if we take a look to the third oral presentation: </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU</a></div><br /><div align="justify">We can see that in this one I wasn't nervous. So at least after a few oral presentations I have succceeded at controlling my nerves! which was a huge challenge!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I actually don't see that huge development during this course but because I came from Dublin (where I learnt lots of English). I do see development in writing structures, and in my oral presentations. During the course I have learnt how to do a good oral presentation, with new information, connectors, correct grammar... and different types of writings: narrative, discussion, formal and informal letter, opinion essay ...</div><br /><div align="justify">To conclude with, I would say that the hugest improvement has been from 4th of ESO until now, when I have reached a good level of English.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-12371111012708187342010-05-11T12:48:00.000-07:002010-05-11T12:50:47.272-07:00ORAL PRESENTATIONRenewable energies and recycling<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-32902206513613656502010-05-11T10:52:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:56:39.740-07:00SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hwwQQokIx_Zm2dMTIF0bmhQP568A-D_dd6D0PC2ezMXvrpfkCC56mJYIzitUtAe5a76vgi7wOBcxCuBAOH-VTTWoIaYJDA3AulhSP_fQsY5rRSs-CbmUzdZ_DGVbn6BppZLFHurNq5o/s1600/iris2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470072856282710738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hwwQQokIx_Zm2dMTIF0bmhQP568A-D_dd6D0PC2ezMXvrpfkCC56mJYIzitUtAe5a76vgi7wOBcxCuBAOH-VTTWoIaYJDA3AulhSP_fQsY5rRSs-CbmUzdZ_DGVbn6BppZLFHurNq5o/s400/iris2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Somewhere over the rainbow<br />En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí</div><br /><div>Way up high,<br />Camí amunt</div><br /><div>And the dreams that you've dreamed of </div><br /><div>i els somnis que vas somiar<br />Once in a lullaby.<br />Una vegada en una cançó de cuna</div><br /><div>Somewhere over the rainbow<br />En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí</div><br /><div>Bluebirds fly,<br />Ocells blaus volen </div><br /><div>And the dreams that you've dreamed of<br />I els somnis que vas somiar</div><br /><div>Dreams really do come true.<br />Els somnis de veritat es fan realitat </div><br /><div>Someday i'll wish upon a star<br />Algun dia demanaré un desig a una estrella</div><br /><div>And wake up where the clouds are far<br />I em desperataré allà on els núvols siguin lluny</div><br /><div>Behind me.<br />Darrera meu.<br />Where troubles melts like lemon drops<br />On els problemes es desfan com gotes de llimona</div><br /><div>Away above the chimney tops<br />Més endalt que les ximeneies</div><br /><div>That's where you'll find me.<br />Allà és on em trobaràs.</div><br /><div>Somewhere over the rainbow<br />En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St.Martí</div><br /><div>Bluebirds fly.<br />Ocells blaus volen</div><br /><div>And the dreams that you dare to..<br />I els somnis que tu t’atreveixes a</div><br /><div>Oh why, oh why can't I? </div><br /><div>oh perquè, oh perquè jo no puc?<br />Well, I see </div><br /><div>bé, jo veig<br />Trees of green and red roses too,<br />Arbres verds i roses vermelles també,</div><br /><div>I'll watch them bloom for me and you<br />Jo les veuré florir per mi i tu</div><br /><div>And I think to myself,<br />I penso per mi,</div><br /><div>What a wonderful world.<br />Quin món més maravellós.</div><br /><div>Well I see,<br />Bé jo veig, </div><br /><div>Skies of blues and, clouds of white, </div><br /><div>Cels blaus i núvols blancs<br />And the brightness of day, I like the dark<br />I la llum del dia, m’agrada la foscor</div><br /><div>And I think to myself,<br />I penso per miWhat a wonderful world.<br />Quin món més meravellós.</div><br /><div>The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky<br />Els colors de l’arc de St.Martí tan bonics en el cel</div><br /><div>Are also on the faces of people passing by<br />També estan en les cares de la gent que passa</div><br /><div>I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do<br />Veig amics donant-se les mans i dient ¿com vas? </div><br /><div>They're really saying I... I love you. </div><br /><div>realment estan dient... t’estimo.<br />I hear babies cry, I watch them grow<br />Sento bebés plorant, i els veig crèixer</div><br /><div>They'll learn much more than really know<br />Ells aprendran molt més del que es sap </div><br /><div>And I think to myself<br />I penso per mi</div><br /><div>What a wonderful world. </div><br /><div>Quin món més meravellós.<br />Someday i'll wish upon a star<br />Algun dia demanaré un desig a una estrella</div><br /><div>And wake up where the clouds are far<br />I em despertaré on els núvols estiguin lluny</div><br /><div>Behind me.<br />Radera meu</div><br /><div>Where troubles melt like lemon drops<br />On els núvols es desfan com gotes de llimona</div><br /><div>Away above the chimney tops<br />Més amunt que les ximeneies</div><br /><div>That's where you'll find me.<br />Allà és on em trobaràs.</div><br /><div>Somewhere over the rainbow<br />En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí</div><br /><div>Way up high,<br />Camí amunt,</div><br /><div>And the dreams that you dare to<br />I els somnis que tu t’atreveixes a</div><br /><div>Oh why, oh why can't I?<br />Oh perquè, oh perquè jo no puc?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-35172286710944882562010-05-11T10:51:00.001-07:002010-05-11T10:51:57.326-07:00LAURA<div align="justify">On a Saturday Laura was talking with Armanda the wife of his cousin Egbert. Laura was going to die on Tuesday and she hardly believed she was going to be rencarnated as an otter and an unclothed Nubian boy after. Laura made angry Egber at letting the dogs from the farm out and they ran after the chickens. Laura died on a Monday and before her funeral the chickens where killed by an otter. Armanda asked to Sir Lulworth if there was anybody insane in her family. They killed the otter though Armanda defended it. Then some Nubian boy threw all the clean shirts of Egbert into the bath. Armanda then got ill.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-27565468712646105392010-05-11T10:48:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:51:11.834-07:00MY WORST NIGHTMARE EVER<div align="justify">This isn’t a nice post. I will explain my worst nightmare as a little story.<br />Well, it all begins when I start walking. I start walking with lots of people walking after me. There are also lots of people walking in front of me. We are all walking in a line without any destination, without any hope and or happiness. We walk, and we keep on walking. All of a sudden I turn my head back and I see all of them. They are people just like me, walking with no desires. They all walk wearing a black coat and you can’t hardly see their face. Their face is a shadow and I can just see their red strong eyes. Those eyes are sad, those eyes are full of nothing. Everything is empty. We all walk with a chain that is fasten on our feet. Nobody stops walking and no body falls. If somebody had fallen we would all have fell down the dark hall. Without noticing it at the beginning I start seeing that we are walking in circles. I can’t see the full circle but I know I’m walking around. All of a sudden I see my parents. They are walking just in front of me. We are all slaves, we are slaves of walking in circles. No body laughs, nobody talks, nobody hopes and or thinks. I start realising we are walking on ribs, bones. Those are my ribs and everyone I hardly know is walking there in circles. I’m not scared, I’m not happy and I’m not sad. I feel just like walking, it’s like a rutine and it doesn’t feel bad because everybody else is walking too. But then, I wake up. I’m in my bed. I’m in my bed and I can’t move. I’m there laying down and I can’t even close my eyes. I’m starting getting really paranoid. My whole body hurts. I fight against myself to move a single finger and I can’t. Everytime I try I fail. I get really scared and nervous. I keep on trying to move my body and I can’t. I try, and I work hard, and I scream to myself. I don’t even hear my own breathing. I try to scream for help but I can’t. Then all my body starts itching and I want to scratch but I can’t. I’m under a terrible pain. A huge pain I can’t stand. I’m on my one with my body, a body that isn’t connected to me. It feels so lonely, I just feel the pain of my body and I can’t move. I can’t move. I can’t move, I can’t move, and I try I try so hard to move. I just want to cry. I can’t even cry. I’m so dry, I’m so dry. I’m nothing full of pain. I’m paralized. I feel a huge impotence at not beeing able of moving, screaming, crying. It’s so awful, I can’t move, I can’t move.<br />Then, I fall a sleep again. The next morning I wake up. This dream happens once in a while. But when it happens I’m scared, it really scares me out. When I wake up I always have the same question; what part was real? Was I dreaming when I couldn’t move? Who knows, I felt so awake. I feel the pain even when I think of the dream. I should better say nightmare. This dream started when I was living in Barcelona long time ago and it didn’t come up anymore until a few years ago. This year I dreamt it at least twice a month. I got to the point of analyzing it. What my dream might represent is that the world, our lives, are just a rutine. Our lives keep just on going in circles, of a huge nothing. All we do is all they did and all they will do. All we feel is all they have feelt and all they will feel. There’s nothing that makes us special. For someone we might be their world, but for the world we are nothing, just one more. Maybe what the slaves of my dream represent is what I just say, the rutine. The faces of the slaves full of nothing might represent the indifference, their lack of living. I don’t think anyone succeeded with everything so that might be shown on my dream too. The strangest thing of it is when I wake and I’m paralyzed. What would that mean? Is it showing I have limits? That even working hard you don’t get anywhere? Or is it fear, fear of impotence?<br />Anyway I don’t get the full picture of the dream, so I’ll be just hoping I don’t have this nightmare anymore. And I feel so sorry for those people paraplegic people… they must feel so impotent at not being able to move a part of their body. Or for those blind people who can not see our beautiful nature. Or for those mute people who can not scream for help, or talk silent words of love…<br />Maybe someday that will all have a cure, I really hope so. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-497888727417701232010-05-11T10:45:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:48:40.348-07:00HEY THERE, A LITTLE STORY OF A GIRL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5f7an9fMHY1sba63dP0qfepQE-R2bGWPOF8oUWahJURWJFNYhmzf1C73BxW8dqofalHcuAZ_kVI2aYjSoH8yXO_81GH4dzm9YxWIKMAwJ5gT90_gebcXzwpZ-lVpsQgOWHMPN5gljDM4/s1600/arte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470070556911307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5f7an9fMHY1sba63dP0qfepQE-R2bGWPOF8oUWahJURWJFNYhmzf1C73BxW8dqofalHcuAZ_kVI2aYjSoH8yXO_81GH4dzm9YxWIKMAwJ5gT90_gebcXzwpZ-lVpsQgOWHMPN5gljDM4/s400/arte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Everytime he would look out the window he would see her. She was as pale as a death swan, she had beautiful brown locks and a perfect figure. Every girl would have died for her skin.<br />He was just a normal fellow. He used to go for a run with his dogs to the beach. It was actually there where he first saw her. He couldn’t believe it. He just saw her shadow and he felt so inlove. He felt he was falling so deep, deep, deep under water. A dark blue water. After that time, he saw her once in Paris. He went there for a trip with his girlfriend. When he saw her it was in Notre Dam church (a gorgeous cathedral by the way). During the night he drank wine with his girlfriend and had a romantic dinner. His girlfriend was a thin, dark-eyed, strong woman. His girlfriend was that kind of woman you would always look into her eyes. Her eyes were so strong, so full of power. With a single look she would have told you everything. He had been in love so strongly with her but now he was starting an obsesion with the pale girl. That night in the hotel he slept and dreamt. He slept during fifteen years and when he woke up things started getting serious. He was married with the thin, dark-eyed woman. He had had two little sons, and didn’t realize it. He had lived a life without them. He could only think of that woman. He had been seeing that woman during fifteen years. He had seen her always on the beach or in the Notre Dam church of Paris. His wife loved him but didn’t care anymore of his lack of personality. She was strong enough to keep on going without him, she just didn’t want him to go away. He never told any of his dreams to his wife either to his sons ( he hardly remembered their names). The woman of the dreams had chocolate locks. She was extremily gorgeous everyone would have fallen in love with her. He fell in love at first sight. But he never saw her face. He could just see a perfect and naked back, always insinuating her most intimate parts. He had seen her breast and had smelt her smell. She was so precious, she was just an unbelievable creature that had taken away his life. She was real. She lived in a house in front of the beach. Nobody knew her name, nobody knew much of her. She used to get out of her house at nine o’clock at night and start walking in the shore. She knew the boy was going everyday to the beach so he could see her. She knew she was destroying men’s lives, but she loved to play. She loved to be followed in silence. She loved the way they all admired her. She loved their trying to imagine her smooth skin.<br />The wife of the man didn’t know any of this. Or maybe she didn’t want to know.<br />Once, the man went to the beach as usually and she was sitting on shore. He got so happy and full of hope he could ask her name or feel her closer. She knew he had her eyes on her and waited for him to come closer. He came quitely and sat next to her. Her locks where covering her face and with a gentle hand he went to put back her hair. She hesitated. And finally she turned to him and showed the face he was dying to see. And so much he was dying that he got a huge shock. That pretty girl, that huge beauty had a burned face. Her face was like a huge scar. Her face was an eyesore to see. Her face hurted just to see. And she cried, stand up and left. She kept walking everynight as she used to. Once in a while somebody would come to see her, and when she had shown her face they all disappeared.<br />What’s that? Isn’t cruel to say apperances can be deceiving? Can you throw your live away for a single obsession? And can you judge someone for day physic?<br />The point of my story is people. People’s attitudes. How far they can go and how quickly they can come back. People can get so obsessed and can think they are in love or they really want something. And then, pum! They don’t like it, it didn’t mean anything to them, they go back. Was this girl being mean at letting the boys follow her? Was she to be blamed for having the face she had? She had once been perfect, the world’s love, the most beautiful creature but something happened. The jealousy burnt her face with the acid of anger.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-62808690279648530712010-05-11T10:43:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:44:01.107-07:00THE LANDLADY<div align="justify">Billy Weaver had travelled from London to Both and was going to the hotel ‘the Bell and the Dragon’ because someone suggested it to him. On the way he saw a place called ‘BED&BREAKFAST’ and he felt like those words were forcing him to get in there, so he did.There was an old and pleasant woman who invited him in. She was misterious and calling him with other names. The weird thing was that that bed&breakfast had just had two guests: Christopher Mulholland and Gregory W.Temple. Those names sounded familiar to Weaver. The old lady said they still lived in the 3rd floor. She also had a dog and a parrot which seemed real, but the landlady said she preserved all her little pets when they died.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-1426674836169054422010-05-11T10:41:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:43:25.562-07:00PADDY'S DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmopm38Zhdim85tBtnT4BXf10pS6ALMppaI9GKY2yK8J1uwcJ236GeBgXvl9dci0rbk7OrwdS3JcwgqrQEBX48WuaPbfCj97XbYgT6ZzdWqJ1D0-G-XoKpm5w5MppyYgqCGN7ec3ptRBU/s1600/st_patricks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069394809262722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmopm38Zhdim85tBtnT4BXf10pS6ALMppaI9GKY2yK8J1uwcJ236GeBgXvl9dci0rbk7OrwdS3JcwgqrQEBX48WuaPbfCj97XbYgT6ZzdWqJ1D0-G-XoKpm5w5MppyYgqCGN7ec3ptRBU/s400/st_patricks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Last year I was living in Dublin for a few months and Paddy’s day is a very important day for them. Saint Patrick is the most recognized patron saint of Ireland. It is a public holiday in Ireland.<br />Saint Patrick’s day is celebrated by everybody. Everyone goes wearing green clothes and even some of them are dressed up as leprechauns. It’s a great party and everybody goes out the streets.<br />Last year, Dublin was full of people wearing green clothes with their faces painted. Lots of tourists came too, and they all wore huge green hats. Everybody was drinking from morning until night time. It was just crazy the way people were getting locked. It’s such a great party were everybody goes to the city to see the march.<br />The march is beautiful, lots of people are playing instruments and wearing outfits. I think it’s a very nice (though crazy) celebration and people should go and see it because the march is very nice. I had a great day and I hope I’m able to go there again if I’m not too busy studying.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-83581935668227083262010-05-11T10:39:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:57:01.125-07:00WOULD YOU TRUST PEOPLE IF YOU WERE BLIND?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgql9lGFp7yUChwWhJK99AdfG9D9eONd2ebBfvBSTOMz_u-NrEIUTM6H-KqiB9KN_ZkHB8sYP9fj1lhGYDQgrs0YgtBMVTtKydCSE2BKk3ba_Q896gXYweUQkITQravYad_5N98bebUREg/s1600/305247819_2fcbd73fdd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069031608394898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgql9lGFp7yUChwWhJK99AdfG9D9eONd2ebBfvBSTOMz_u-NrEIUTM6H-KqiB9KN_ZkHB8sYP9fj1lhGYDQgrs0YgtBMVTtKydCSE2BKk3ba_Q896gXYweUQkITQravYad_5N98bebUREg/s400/305247819_2fcbd73fdd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">First of all, this is just two situations I want to argue.<br />Imagine you are an university student and you have the most important exam, the final exam of college. You get really angry with your mother because she is the worst person in the entire world. She keeps on hurting you and she doesn’t allow you any freedom even now that you are in college. She turned like this since her husband left her with a young lady. She is just being a bitch to you because she needs to blame someone. She’s obvioulsy barking up the wrong tree.<br />Well, you fail the exam and your mum can’t be more angry with you. You go to your room and say, “my life is a shit”: my father left us, my mother will never be happy with me and I failed. You forget you have friends and you have a boyfriend.<br />Another situation;<br />Imagine one morning you wake up and you are blind. That day you can’t see anything. That day you can only cry and you are so scared. Someone brings you to the doctor, and you have a huge hope because you always had a good health.The doctor tells you you’ll be blind until you die.<br />What happens next? You know a few friends you can always trust. But what if you didn’t had that good friends? Would you trust the people you meet?<br />Okay. You are blind and you must assume it. You are not able of turning the tables with any one. It is your sickness and it won’t leave you until the day you stop being.<br />You have now two options: one, you cry, and you cry, and you despise yourself, and you try to kill yourself… or two, you try to accept it, you learn how to live without eyes but you know you will miss seeing the world.<br />Finally lets go back, to when you were the first girl. I’m asking you, will you still think your life is a shit?<br />Stand up and fight, things can always be worse and people will always hurt you. You just need to learn not being such a coward. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-24053926731067719562010-05-11T10:38:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:39:07.090-07:00COOKING THE BOOKS<div align="justify">Haldeman is a 48 years old man that is divorced of his wife Mana who said she would take every dollar of his money. He has a restaurant in Los Angeles (where nobody goes). In the restaurant he has a chef, José, and a business manager, Hyatt. Haldeman is ruined: he needed money for his apartment, for his ex-wife Mana and for his gambling debts. Hyatt produced false accounts for the last financial year. Haldeman and Hyatt had a plan; Haldeman went to a Ranchero motel letting the gas of his restaurant open. The restaurant was ment to be full of gas when at 3 o’clock the chef would go there to cook. They agreed that Hyatt would call Harleman at 3 o’clock to tell him what happened. Harleman was in the desert and it was very hot. When the phone rang he went to answer it but the ground was hot as hell and did not feel solid under his feet. The mexican workman had only finished putting down the new tar of the day before. So Haldeman heard the phone ringing while he was being burnt on the ground until he died.<br />The plan didn’t succed because José, the chef, was sick that day.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4598626858768877132010-05-11T10:35:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:38:24.082-07:00LOUSIANA 02/05/10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Qwf5P9Vvhz_Z9BVZdh7n8u4bAzTX-9gJ1wnMzr50IhDWrYmKF9YLQrsSoo_hQLoWCWG4g1sOymxMf2KtA1H1_PXMfomM2Q3tlshChtRB_YMngZ0uMuFLcls_g4K-9YlfunPIGmx2uM/s1600/OilSpillAttorney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470068161251719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Qwf5P9Vvhz_Z9BVZdh7n8u4bAzTX-9gJ1wnMzr50IhDWrYmKF9YLQrsSoo_hQLoWCWG4g1sOymxMf2KtA1H1_PXMfomM2Q3tlshChtRB_YMngZ0uMuFLcls_g4K-9YlfunPIGmx2uM/s400/OilSpillAttorney.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">There’s a leakage of petrol in Mexico, in Lousiana.<br />The black marine caused by the leakage is leaking 4 million liters of petrol.<br />This is very dangerous because it is damaging our environment. All the animals that live in the water will get damaged by the petrol. Petrol sticks to the feathers of the birds and those will die because it brakes their natural protection (impermeable). Fishes will also die because the petrol will stay on top of the water making a small keep which won’t allow the sunlight in. Because of this plants and fishes will die.<br />The black marine is a huge ambient disaster. Experts say that this disaster could get over five times the Alaska leakage from 1989.<br />We also know a closer black marine here in Spain. A few years ago a petroleum boat had a leakage and all the petrol leaked into the Galician coast. This disaster was called Prestige.I hope that experts can stop that leakage because it damages lots of living creatures and it damages our environment.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-41074901714627348232010-04-11T12:34:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:39:07.721-07:00letter from CameroonDear family,<br />I'm writing to you to tell you how my work in Africa is going.<br />Well, I have to say that I feel more stisfied than ever in my life. People value things a lot and they don't even know what selfishness is.<br />I love treating them and helping those poor people.They need more information of how to prevent some sickness so I'm doing some assamblies to teach them.<br />Though all the good things they have adults, more man, can be really narrow-minded. I think they need something else than money and medicines, they need education.<br />Well, I'm coming back for Christmas.<br />Take care!<br />Love, Maria.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-35660445298697105242010-04-11T11:31:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:40:48.214-07:00LADY GAGA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M3zc2sx7oaTLtzovUIpoLuX42x_KIDOSwcRlSkbriGHNWPe7qJ_X9GPKYQJFzbmj1Z5xNmq01vWnwRMbEO-Bz2XK45SD_JK6u25OsZCL7zFNfyZYzMoRJQpszPxgowRWSrLkFSS3Me4/s1600/DVT_art_v1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458951692213182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M3zc2sx7oaTLtzovUIpoLuX42x_KIDOSwcRlSkbriGHNWPe7qJ_X9GPKYQJFzbmj1Z5xNmq01vWnwRMbEO-Bz2XK45SD_JK6u25OsZCL7zFNfyZYzMoRJQpszPxgowRWSrLkFSS3Me4/s400/DVT_art_v1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The 11th of March, Lady Gaga took a plane from London to America. Like it is usual in her, she was wearing weird clothes. This time she was wearing black and yellow adhesive tape as trousers and some other clothes. When the plane landed she started feeling bad because the trousers were becoming thighter everytime. She nearly got a thrombosis ( which is when you get a thrombus, a blood clot, that is obstructing the flow of blood inside a blood vessel ). That was really dangerous but lucky for her nothing bad happened. She only had to put off all her clothes which actually ofended her because she was very proud of them.<br />On my point of view Lady Gaga has original clothes but I think she is going way too far with her weird clothes putting her health in danger. She’s already famous so she doesn’t need that much anymore. She actually said she would never dress normal, she loves dressing up nice and with heels. Personally, I think it’s much better going natural and being yourself than to wear two thousend kilos of make up. When you are natural you are showing yourself as you are, and I think that if anyone sleeps with Lady Gaga for once they would scare at the morning. The best thing to do is never hide yourself, just the minimums to be polite (if you are very direct and sincere) or be a bit meaner (if you are to generous), and physically, just at going out at nightime because everybody does and if you don’t you won’t be allowed to get in in any place. Maybe what happens to Lady Gaga is that she doesn’t like herself and that’s why she is wearing all that stuff to hide her body and mask her face. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4747205728665791642010-04-11T11:25:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:31:05.602-07:00AEROSMITH - I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v626CMvM5Q&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v626CMvM5Q&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I could stay awake just to hear you breathing<br />Podria quedar-me despert tan sols per sentir-te respirar<br />Watch you smile while you are sleeping<br />Mirar el teu somriure mentres tu dorms<br />While you're far away dreaming<br />Mentres tu estàs somiant lluny<br />I could spend my life in this sweet surrender<br />Jo podria passar la meva vida en aquesta dolçor<br />I could stay lost in this moment forever<br />Podria estar perdut en aquest moment per sempre<br />Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure<br />Cada moment passat amb tu és un moment que jo valoro (com un tresor)<br />Don't want to close my eyes<br />No vull tancar els meus ulls<br />I don't want to fall asleep<br />No em vull adormir<br />Cause I'd miss you baby<br />Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />Cause even when I dream of you<br />Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu<br />The sweetest dream will never do<br />El somni més dolç no faria prou<br />I'd still miss you baby<br />Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />Lying close to you feeling your heart beating<br />Estirat al teu costat sentint el teu cor bategant<br />And I'm wondering what you're dreaming<br />I em pregunto que deus estar somiant<br />Wondering if it's me you're seeing<br />Em pregunto si és a mi a qui veus<br />Then I kiss your eyes<br />Llavors et faig un petó als ulls<br />And thank God we're together<br />I dono gràcies a Déu per estar junts<br />I just want to stay with you in this moment forever<br />Només vull estar per sempre en aquest moment amb tu<br />Forever and ever<br />Per sempre i sempre més<br />Don't want to close my eyes<br />No vull tancar els meus ulls<br />I don't want to fall asleep<br />No em vull adormir<br />Cause I'd miss you baby<br />Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />Cause even when I dream of you<br />Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu<br />The sweetest dream will never do<br />El somni més dolç no faria prou<br />I'd still miss you baby<br />Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />I don't want to miss one smile<br />No em vull perdre un somriure<br />I don't want to miss one kiss<br />No em vull perdre un petó<br />I just want to be with you<br />Només vull estar amb tu<br />Right here with you, just like this<br />Aquí mateix amb tu, igual que ara<br />I just want to hold you close<br />Només vull mantenir-te aprop<br />Feel your heart so close to mine<br />Sentir el teu cor tan aprop del meu<br />And just stay here in this moment<br />Tan sols estar en aquest moment<br />For all the rest of time<br />Per tota la resta dels temps<br />Don't want to close my eyes<br />No vull tancar els meus ulls<br />I don't want to fall asleep<br />No em vull adormir<br />Cause I'd miss you baby<br />Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />Cause even when I dream of you<br />Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu<br />The sweetest dream will never do<br />El somni més dolç no faria prou<br />I'd still miss you baby<br />Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’<br />And I don't want to miss a thing<br />I no em vull perdre res<br />Don't want to close my eyes<br />No vull tancar els meus ulls<br />I don't want to fall asleep<br />No em vull adormir<br />I don't want to miss a thing<br />No em vull perdre resUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-47751123306230240182010-04-11T11:21:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:22:05.925-07:00BARRAQUESIf you go anywhere out of Spain they won’t even know what this is about. Well Barraques are concerts with lots of little houses which are bars surrounding the concert place. Every city has barraques and fairs. Here, in Spain they are so famous that if there are barraques in other cities lots of people take the car and go there. From my point of view barraques are one of the best parties, concerts we have in the whole year. That’s because everybody likes barraques and there’s no one not going to. Even if you don’t like the groups that are playing you go because of the people. In barraques you can meet anyone, and it’s nice to see all those people you know from other villages. This year in barraques of Figueres are coming two nice groups: Los Delincuentes and Brams. Barraques will be in two weeks time so we better do our homework and study everyday or we won’t be able to go there and have fun!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-44852535052518582712010-04-11T11:18:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:21:18.281-07:00BOB DYLAN'S CONCERT DENIED IN CHINA!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_YP7Rq14kr8rOHsZ2X8n96bpUikHKO2O41tadH7r_lTR1CPUzguSclC4bah851IGfTQHqitqddot5QoW9-qkXYIY4TLv0jC4RNacZSzWNBAp_Sgr5fL95gcVVXZjZcDlTtwF2krC1fo/s1600/bobdylan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458946664217206978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_YP7Rq14kr8rOHsZ2X8n96bpUikHKO2O41tadH7r_lTR1CPUzguSclC4bah851IGfTQHqitqddot5QoW9-qkXYIY4TLv0jC4RNacZSzWNBAp_Sgr5fL95gcVVXZjZcDlTtwF2krC1fo/s400/bobdylan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Bob Dylan ( a great singer) has cancelled his tour in Asia because China doesn’t let him sing in Pekín nor Shanghai and so it is not worth to go for just the South of Corea, Taiwan and Japan. The representer of the concerts of Bob Dylan, Jeffrey Wu, said that this is because of the defense of Dylan of Human Rights.<br />Apart of Bob Dylan some other artists haven’t been welcomed in China, such as Oasis, Jay-Z and Linkin Park.From my point of view I think this is ridiculous. A government shouldn’t say who is allowed to come or not, they are nobody to say whom you can listen to and whom you can not. And anyway a singer like Bob Dylan is not going to kill anybody or any weird thing as Marylin Manson would. I think that some things are escaping from peoples hands, and they are getting to far. If the government of China doesn’t want to contribute with all the recycle thing and with creating less pollution it is them not wanting it, but people can talk and defend themselves, defend their own Rights and that is something that they are not going to silent with not allowing a singer come to do a concert. Most of the people know what’s good and what’s not good for us and our enviorment and I think they are making a huge mistake. Anyway, referring to the concert, I think it’s something that makes nonsense. Due to, the ones that like Dylan or rather Oasis etc, will still listen to them it won’t make any change if they come or not. And anyway some people just enjoy the singer not the lyrics. And the ones that defend Human Rights it’s not because Bob Dylan does. It’s just sad that the people that like Dylan won’t see him in concert because the government said so. Too sad.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-54191371249625081562010-04-11T11:16:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:18:41.292-07:00GREAT CONCERTS SOON!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoshNmSUAErEtNkCARM1bLMqeq-TT-5XYINTbJlA_W19KIKnSu1bdbbDWL9r9O_qeeM2vAAiWdwAE09mSCz0kzcEidFcZUjyznKF-2dDs8E5DZD6HGiAqvI5VxxwFEqSa62uTScNNF1Vk/s1600/concert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945955678477698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoshNmSUAErEtNkCARM1bLMqeq-TT-5XYINTbJlA_W19KIKnSu1bdbbDWL9r9O_qeeM2vAAiWdwAE09mSCz0kzcEidFcZUjyznKF-2dDs8E5DZD6HGiAqvI5VxxwFEqSa62uTScNNF1Vk/s400/concert.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br />Bob Dylan is coming in Barcelona the 24th of June. Dylan is a great singer who always plays the guitar while singing and also plays an harmonica. He sings to defend our Human Rights and to defend the world itself. He has a really good voice but his songs are a bit difficult to understand at the beginning. One of his better songs: like a rolling stone.<br /><br />Aerosmith is also coming in Barcelona the 27th of June. Aerosmith is a hard rock band from the United States. It’s actually an old band already because it has been active since the 1970s. One of their nicest songs: I don’t wanna miss a thing. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-40858283962348278292010-04-11T11:14:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:16:41.619-07:00CADAQUÉS!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvhjaQyZqT1crrLPTmvSILulYnpGCfUWvNyOcLobNDNMPpjrAHSXuComYnG897vU8FPQsoWPXwTfgvTvFDN4PgbInPYpOQM2SeIoxIO_pYLLA5qcXRZW1EK52QseNfbXTMcjFNFVXOek/s1600/kadakas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945417234278306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvhjaQyZqT1crrLPTmvSILulYnpGCfUWvNyOcLobNDNMPpjrAHSXuComYnG897vU8FPQsoWPXwTfgvTvFDN4PgbInPYpOQM2SeIoxIO_pYLLA5qcXRZW1EK52QseNfbXTMcjFNFVXOek/s400/kadakas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Cadaqués is a town in the Alt Empordà comarca, in Girona province, Catalonia, Spain. It is situated in a bay near the Cap de Creus peninsula on the Costa Brava of the mediterranean sea.<br />The village is known as a very good fishing place and it has got a very interesting submarine life! (hey Robin nice fishes there!lol)<br />In the 20th century lots of people from Cadaqués emigrated to Cuba and when those people, immigrants, retourned to Cadaqués they built large and ornate houses. You can see this in Cadaqués because some places have names like: El Havano.<br />The people that came back from Cuba were named ‘americano’ and so they refered to them.<br />The language spoken in Cadaqués is cadaquesenc which is just a dialect of Catalan. They have some words different from the ‘standard catalan’. For instance, the word ‘rastell’ which is a street formed with pieces of slate stone placed in vertical position. Actually, the rastells are very typical of Cadaqués, because all the streets are really narrow and it’s very difficult to drive through without grating your car. The slate stones make walking with sandless very uncomfortable but anyway it’s very nice to see. An other word like ‘llagut’ is used in Cadaqués and means: small boat.<br />Nowadays Cadaqués is very visited by tourists. In 2002 Cadaqués had a population of 2,612 but up to ten times as many people can live in the town during the peak of the Summer tourism season. That’s true because in Easter when I went there it was full of foreign people.<br />It had and has lots of notable visitors and residents such as: Picasso, Miró, Walt Disney, Dalí, Frederico García Lorca, Pau Casals and Marta Grau.<br />Only joking!;)</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-77292635398932380132010-04-11T11:13:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:14:10.847-07:00EASTER HOLIDAYS!<div align="justify"><br /><br />Easter holidays are nicer than christmas from my point of view. That’s because in Easter holidays temperatures starts rising , flowers start flowering, you can leave your jacket at home and well, in conclusion it is Spring and so we are closer to Summer. These Easter holidays haven’t been that nice for me because I got sick. The first weekend of the holidays we went to Cadaqués with my boyfriend to spend the weekend. As everybody in the Empordà knows Cadaqués is gorgeous. We had a lovely night walking through Cadaqués’s streets and watching movies all night long. Until at 10 am when I got sick. That ruined the weekend and so we left on Saturday. Back at home everybody went out (as they usually do on Saturday night) but me. On Sunday I was OK again which I liked and I didn’t because I thought ‘why should a sickness mess up my weekend for just one day?’<br />Well, the rest of the Easter holidays was okey, I met lots of friends I hadn’t seen in ages and that was really cool. On Easter there were also very important football matches such as Arsenal-Barcelona (2-2) ‘champions league’ and Barcelona-Bilbao (4-1) ‘league’. Most of the holidays I had to go driving because I have the driving exam next week and so I needed loads of practice. Besides the good things I had to revise biology of 5th year for an admition test in university, and I also had to do lots of homework for school. Francesc helped me with some chemistry of last year which was nice because it isn’t an easy subject at all.<br />Thursday I went out with my best friend which I don’t see that much anymore because everybody studies in different places. Saturday I went out again but went back home early because obviously Sunday is an international homework day. This Monday has been a cool Monday, which is weird to associate the word cool with a Monday!<br />Apart of this, after this holidays everybody knows that the six worst weeks of batxillerat are coming and we must work very hard to be able to chose what we want to become in this further life!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-48182176789391343602010-03-17T14:24:00.001-07:002010-03-20T11:13:32.042-07:00PRIDE AND PREJUDICE<object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10827481-e45"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10827481-e45"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10827481-e45" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2817677013136746452010-03-15T04:01:00.000-07:002010-03-15T11:10:50.771-07:00COOL CAT<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUFql21_pCtsB3kZMXGYY5N3h9qqCXfa9Dqhtrzvi1mIlIVl4PZWAEybiPM-0cG3MgAD7Bga0B7Y8Kjj4eLdL2oytqGjua8EthvDn0eGCe47eZBH3nCfpIP86OTohGNvE3PXD8JF6LIg/s1600-h/queen_hot_space.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448819949369192850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUFql21_pCtsB3kZMXGYY5N3h9qqCXfa9Dqhtrzvi1mIlIVl4PZWAEybiPM-0cG3MgAD7Bga0B7Y8Kjj4eLdL2oytqGjua8EthvDn0eGCe47eZBH3nCfpIP86OTohGNvE3PXD8JF6LIg/s400/queen_hot_space.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">CooL CaT_ Queen*</span><br /></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah!You're taking all the sunshine away. Making out like you're the main line (I knew that) 'Cause you're a cool cat tapping on the toe with a new hat Ooh just cruising driving along like the swing king. Feeling the beat of my heart huh! Feeling the beat of my heart</strong></div><br /><div>Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah! tu t'estàs emportant tota la llum del sol. Fent veure que tu ets el més important (ho sabia) perquè tu ets un gat guay passejant de puntetes amb un barret nou. Ooh tan sols passejant, conduint com un rei balancejador. Sentint el batec del meu cor huh! Sentint el batec del meu cor</div><br /><div><strong>Ooh you're a cool cat Coming on strong with all the chit chat. Ooh you're alright hanging out and stealing all the limelight. Ooh messing with the beat of my heart yeah! Ooh you used to be a mean kid Ooh making such a deal of life Ooh you were wishing and hoping and waiting to really hit the big time. But did it happen? happen no!You're speeding to fast slow down. Slow down you'd better slow down slow down.</strong></div><br /><div>Ooh tu ets un gat guai. Venint fortament xerraire. Ooh tu estàs bé passejant per allà i robant tota la llum. Ooh jugant amb el batec del meu cor yeah! Ooh tu solies ser un nen dolent. Ooh fent un gra massa de la vida. Ooh tu estaves desitjant i esperençat esperant a trencar el gran moment. Però ha passat? Passat no! Tu t'estàs accelerant massa depressa, reenlenteix. Calma't millor que et calmis, calma't.</div><br /><div><strong>You really know how to set the mood and you really get inside the groove. Cool cat tapping on the toe with a new hat Ooh just cruising driving along like the swing king. Feeling the beat of my heart. Feeling the beat of my heart yeah!Feeling the beat of my heart. Can you feel it?Feeling the beat of my heart. Feeling the beat of my heart Ooh feeling feeling feeling Feeling ev'ry feeling</strong></div><br /><div>Tu saps de veritat com posar l'humor i saps de veritat com entrar la ranura. Gat guai passejant de puntetes amb un barret nou. Ooh tan sols passejant conduint per allà com el rei balancejador. Sentint el batec del meu cor. Sentint el batec del meu cor yeah!Sentint el batec del meu cor. Pots sentir-ho?Sentint el batec del meu cor. Sentint el batec del meu cor Ooh sentint sentint sentint Sentint cada sentiment.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7Iz1475CVk&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7Iz1475CVk&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-47371910276006233042010-03-15T03:34:00.000-07:002010-03-15T11:12:24.827-07:00The Age Of The Understatement<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4JzbhXRtciWpDRxSpYdlDQRJfxyfP5qJHZGnegqHXLqFGwfHwBwpjlA3AKFhWOyJKxjAbrzAJSaj0BYSvrzzgFGKuVC1bIdcGVxzZBifH0sgT7nNLY6kF2J3IGvCyZZWVv-Ur2jtSyA/s1600-h/the-last-shadow-puppets-the-age-of-the-understatement.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448813011920461090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4JzbhXRtciWpDRxSpYdlDQRJfxyfP5qJHZGnegqHXLqFGwfHwBwpjlA3AKFhWOyJKxjAbrzAJSaj0BYSvrzzgFGKuVC1bIdcGVxzZBifH0sgT7nNLY6kF2J3IGvCyZZWVv-Ur2jtSyA/s400/the-last-shadow-puppets-the-age-of-the-understatement.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Separate and ever deadly _The last shadow puppets</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">When we walked the streets together, all the faces seemed to smile back and now the pavements have nothing to offer and all the faces seem to need a slap.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Quan nosaltres passejavem junts pels carrers totes les cares semblaven somriure'ns i ara els carrers no tenen res a oferir i totes les cares semblen necessitar una bofetada.</span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">There's an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchief attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't notice with you, no matter how vicious the grief her expression was damp and crooked Grabs onto my throat and won't let go </span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Won't let go</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Won't let go</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Won't let go</strong></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;">El mocador desconegut que s'agafa per secar les llàgrimes a les seves galtes, que no es notarien en el teu cas, malgrat la violència de la seva tristor, la seva expressió era humida i em feia un nus al coll que no marxa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">no es deixa anar (x3)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Save me from the secateurs I'll pretend I didn't hear. Can't you see I'm the ghost in the wrong coat biting butter and crumbs.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Salva'm de la sequetat, faré veure que no he sentit. No ho veus? sóc el fantasma dins de la jaqueta equivocada mastegant mantega i migues.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">There's a handsome maverick. You don't talk about to keep me calm and I can't help it if I create diversion. That pulls you back onto his arms.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hi ha un atractiu inconformista, tu no parles d'això per mantenir-me calmada i no ho puc evitar si creo diversió. Això t'empeny de nou als seus braços.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Please don't tell me You don't have to darling, I can sense that he painted you a</strong> <strong>gushing sunset and slayed angry panthers in your defence. And he stands separate and ever deadly clings onto my throat and won't let go</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Won't let go</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Won't let go</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Won't let go</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Si us plau no m'expliquis, no m'ho has d'explicar carinyo, puc notar que ell t'ha pintat una efusiva posta de sol i ha matat panteres enfadades en la teva defensa i ell es manté separat i mai mortal<br />agafa't a la meva gola i no es deixarà anar</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">no es deixa anar (x3)</span></div><div align="justify"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Save me from the secateurs I'll pretend I didn't hear. Can't you see I'm a ghost In the wrong coat biting butter and crumbs</strong> </span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Salva'm de la sequetat, faré veure que no he sentit. No ho veus? sóc el fantasma dins de la jaqueta equivocada mastegant mantega i migues.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxOFNY6pBN4&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxOFNY6pBN4&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0