<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:09:46.279-08:00</updated><category term='new year resolutions'/><category term='task speaking'/><category term='First term'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='translation'/><category term='news'/><category term='task written'/><category term='Second term'/><category term='your-say'/><category term='Oral Presentation'/><category term='Third term'/><title type='text'>let the good times roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6058361838788111642</id><published>2010-05-14T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:10:12.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>Grace Kelly - Mika</title><content type='html'>I wanna talk to you{The last time we talked Mr. Smith you reduced me to tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise you that won't happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vull parlar amb tu (l'últim cop que vam parlar senyor Smith em vas fer plorar)&lt;br /&gt;Et prometo que no passarà més.&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6058361838788111642?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6058361838788111642/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/grace-kelly-mika.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6058361838788111642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6058361838788111642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/grace-kelly-mika.html' title='Grace Kelly - Mika'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-455677445040536996</id><published>2010-05-14T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:49:32.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>The future: now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it, let's see what we'll become in 4 years or more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-455677445040536996?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/455677445040536996/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-now-what.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/455677445040536996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/455677445040536996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-now-what.html' title='The future: now what?'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-5638761693950146787</id><published>2010-05-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:37:01.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>FINAL REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>My English Competence in 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best oral presentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best written evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html"&gt;http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-5638761693950146787?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/5638761693950146787/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-reflection_14.html#comment-form' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5638761693950146787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5638761693950146787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-reflection_14.html' title='FINAL REFLECTION'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6504697192273950156</id><published>2010-05-14T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:20:24.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>FINAL REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>My english progress from 4th of ESO to now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, lets take a look to the comment on that link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://esk0rnacabras.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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: &lt;a href="http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-03-15T03%3A34%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-03-15T03%3A34%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we can see in the second oral exposition I don't talk so fast as I said I did in the first one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the second oral though I was moving all the time because of the nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last, if we take a look to the third oral presentation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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 ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6504697192273950156?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6504697192273950156/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6504697192273950156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6504697192273950156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-reflection.html' title='FINAL REFLECTION'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-1237111101270818734</id><published>2010-05-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:50:47.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>ORAL PRESENTATION</title><content type='html'>Renewable energies and recycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0ShiN2NzU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-1237111101270818734?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/1237111101270818734/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/oral-presentation.html#comment-form' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1237111101270818734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1237111101270818734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/oral-presentation.html' title='ORAL PRESENTATION'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3290220651361365650</id><published>2010-05-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:56:39.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-maR_Y8wtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ESESBPgnqGg/s1600/iris2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470072856282710738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-maR_Y8wtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ESESBPgnqGg/s400/iris2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;Camí amunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the dreams that you've dreamed of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i els somnis que vas somiar&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Una vegada en una cançó de cuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bluebirds fly,&lt;br /&gt;Ocells blaus volen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the dreams that you've dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;I els somnis que vas somiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;Els somnis de veritat es fan realitat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday i'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Algun dia demanaré un desig a una estrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt;I em desperataré allà on els núvols siguin lluny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Darrera meu.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;On els problemes es desfan com gotes de llimona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;Més endalt que les ximeneies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Allà és on em trobaràs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St.Martí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bluebirds fly.&lt;br /&gt;Ocells blaus volen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the dreams that you dare to..&lt;br /&gt;I els somnis que tu t’atreveixes a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh why, oh why can't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh perquè, oh perquè jo no puc?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bé, jo veig&lt;br /&gt;Trees of green and red roses too,&lt;br /&gt;Arbres verds i roses vermelles també,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll watch them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Jo les veuré florir per mi i tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I penso per mi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Quin món més maravellós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I see,&lt;br /&gt;Bé jo veig, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skies of blues and, clouds of white, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cels blaus i núvols blancs&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of day, I like the dark&lt;br /&gt;I la llum del dia, m’agrada la foscor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I penso per miWhat a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Quin món més meravellós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Els colors de l’arc de St.Martí tan bonics en el cel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are also on the faces of people passing by&lt;br /&gt;També estan en les cares de la gent que passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do&lt;br /&gt;Veig amics donant-se les mans i dient ¿com vas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're really saying I... I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;realment estan dient... t’estimo.&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry, I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;Sento bebés plorant, i els veig crèixer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll learn much more than really know&lt;br /&gt;Ells aprendran molt més del que es sap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;I penso per mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quin món més meravellós.&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Algun dia demanaré un desig a una estrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt;I em despertaré on els núvols estiguin lluny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Radera meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;On els núvols es desfan com gotes de llimona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;Més amunt que les ximeneies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Allà és on em trobaràs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;En algun lloc sobre l’arc de St. Martí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;Camí amunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the dreams that you dare to&lt;br /&gt;I els somnis que tu t’atreveixes a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh why, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh perquè, oh perquè jo no puc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3290220651361365650?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3290220651361365650/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/somewhere-over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3290220651361365650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3290220651361365650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-maR_Y8wtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ESESBPgnqGg/s72-c/iris2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3517228671094488256</id><published>2010-05-11T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:51:57.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>LAURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3517228671094488256?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3517228671094488256/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/laura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3517228671094488256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3517228671094488256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/laura.html' title='LAURA'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2756546871264610539</id><published>2010-05-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:51:11.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>MY WORST NIGHTMARE EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This isn’t a nice post. I will explain my worst nightmare as a little story.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday that will all have a cure, I really hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-2756546871264610539?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/2756546871264610539/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-worst-nightmare-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2756546871264610539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2756546871264610539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-worst-nightmare-ever.html' title='MY WORST NIGHTMARE EVER'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-49788872741770123</id><published>2010-05-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:48:40.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>HEY THERE, A LITTLE STORY OF A GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mYMJkFjMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ps8pga--aYM/s1600/arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470070556911307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mYMJkFjMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ps8pga--aYM/s400/arte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;The wife of the man didn’t know any of this. Or maybe she didn’t want to know.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-49788872741770123?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/49788872741770123/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/49788872741770123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/49788872741770123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-little-story-of-girl.html' title='HEY THERE, A LITTLE STORY OF A GIRL'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mYMJkFjMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ps8pga--aYM/s72-c/arte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6280869027964853071</id><published>2010-05-11T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:44:01.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>THE LANDLADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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&amp;amp;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&amp;amp;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6280869027964853071?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6280869027964853071/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/landlady.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6280869027964853071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6280869027964853071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/landlady.html' title='THE LANDLADY'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-142667483616905442</id><published>2010-05-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:43:25.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>PADDY'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mXIgZXkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PU_egbzGc7U/s1600/st_patricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069394809262722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mXIgZXkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PU_egbzGc7U/s400/st_patricks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-142667483616905442?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/142667483616905442/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/paddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/142667483616905442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/142667483616905442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/paddys-day.html' title='PADDY&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mXIgZXkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PU_egbzGc7U/s72-c/st_patricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-8358193566822708326</id><published>2010-05-11T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:57:01.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>WOULD YOU TRUST PEOPLE IF YOU WERE BLIND?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWzXXiJJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HXq0xI-e24E/s1600/305247819_2fcbd73fdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470069031608394898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWzXXiJJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HXq0xI-e24E/s400/305247819_2fcbd73fdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, this is just two situations I want to argue.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Another situation;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Finally lets go back, to when you were the first girl. I’m asking you, will you still think your life is a shit?&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-8358193566822708326?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/8358193566822708326/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-trust-people-if-you-were.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8358193566822708326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8358193566822708326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-trust-people-if-you-were.html' title='WOULD YOU TRUST PEOPLE IF YOU WERE BLIND?'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWzXXiJJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HXq0xI-e24E/s72-c/305247819_2fcbd73fdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2405392673106771956</id><published>2010-05-11T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:39:07.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>COOKING THE BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;The plan didn’t succed because José, the chef, was sick that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-2405392673106771956?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/2405392673106771956/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-books.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2405392673106771956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2405392673106771956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-books.html' title='COOKING THE BOOKS'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-459862685876887713</id><published>2010-05-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:38:24.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>LOUSIANA 02/05/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWAtCVOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Ow4HjKzZOw/s1600/OilSpillAttorney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470068161251719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWAtCVOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Ow4HjKzZOw/s400/OilSpillAttorney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There’s a leakage of petrol in Mexico, in Lousiana.&lt;br /&gt;The black marine caused by the leakage is leaking 4 million liters of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;The black marine is a huge ambient disaster. Experts say that this disaster could get over five times the Alaska leakage from 1989.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-459862685876887713?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/459862685876887713/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/lousiana-020510.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/459862685876887713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/459862685876887713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/05/lousiana-020510.html' title='LOUSIANA 02/05/10'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S-mWAtCVOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Ow4HjKzZOw/s72-c/OilSpillAttorney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4107490171462734823</id><published>2010-04-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:39:07.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>letter from Cameroon</title><content type='html'>Dear family,&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to you to tell you how my work in Africa is going.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm coming back for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Maria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-4107490171462734823?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/4107490171462734823/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-from-cameroon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4107490171462734823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4107490171462734823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-from-cameroon.html' title='letter from Cameroon'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3566044529869710524</id><published>2010-04-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:40:48.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>LADY GAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IXpCxiXzI/AAAAAAAAADs/gc80drAl69w/s1600/DVT_art_v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458951692213182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IXpCxiXzI/AAAAAAAAADs/gc80drAl69w/s400/DVT_art_v1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3566044529869710524?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3566044529869710524/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3566044529869710524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3566044529869710524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-gaga.html' title='LADY GAGA'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IXpCxiXzI/AAAAAAAAADs/gc80drAl69w/s72-c/DVT_art_v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-474720572866579164</id><published>2010-04-11T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:31:05.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><title type='text'>AEROSMITH - I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v626CMvM5Q&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v626CMvM5Q&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Podria quedar-me despert tan sols per sentir-te respirar&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Mirar el teu somriure mentres tu dorms&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Mentres tu estàs somiant lluny&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;Jo podria passar la meva vida en aquesta dolçor&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Podria estar perdut en aquest moment per sempre&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;Cada moment passat amb tu és un moment que jo valoro (com un tresor)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No vull tancar els meus ulls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;No em vull adormir&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;El somni més dolç no faria prou&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Estirat al teu costat sentint el teu cor bategant&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I em pregunto que deus estar somiant&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Em pregunto si és a mi a qui veus&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Llavors et faig un petó als ulls&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I dono gràcies a Déu per estar junts&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Només vull estar per sempre en aquest moment amb tu&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Per sempre i sempre més&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No vull tancar els meus ulls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;No em vull adormir&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;El somni més dolç no faria prou&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;No em vull perdre un somriure&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;No em vull perdre un petó&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Només vull estar amb tu&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;Aquí mateix amb tu, igual que ara&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Només vull mantenir-te aprop&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;Sentir el teu cor tan aprop del meu&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;Tan sols estar en aquest moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Per tota la resta dels temps&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No vull tancar els meus ulls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;No em vull adormir&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Perquè et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Perquè fins i tot quan somio amb tu&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;El somni més dolç no faria prou&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Encara et trobaria a faltar ‘nena’&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;I no em vull perdre res&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No vull tancar els meus ulls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;No em vull adormir&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;No em vull perdre res&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-474720572866579164?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/474720572866579164/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/aerosmith-i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/474720572866579164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/474720572866579164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/aerosmith-i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='AEROSMITH - I DON&apos;T WANNA MISS A THING'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4775112330623024018</id><published>2010-04-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:22:05.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>BARRAQUES</title><content type='html'>If 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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-4775112330623024018?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/4775112330623024018/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/barraques.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4775112330623024018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4775112330623024018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/barraques.html' title='BARRAQUES'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4485253505251858271</id><published>2010-04-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:21:18.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>BOB DYLAN'S CONCERT DENIED IN CHINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ITEYB4YMI/AAAAAAAAADk/v0VgSh_Wtpc/s1600/bobdylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458946664217206978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ITEYB4YMI/AAAAAAAAADk/v0VgSh_Wtpc/s400/bobdylan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-4485253505251858271?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/4485253505251858271/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/bob-dylans-concert-denied-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4485253505251858271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4485253505251858271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/bob-dylans-concert-denied-in-china.html' title='BOB DYLAN&apos;S CONCERT DENIED IN CHINA!'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ITEYB4YMI/AAAAAAAAADk/v0VgSh_Wtpc/s72-c/bobdylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-5419137124962508156</id><published>2010-04-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:18:41.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>GREAT CONCERTS SOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ISbIhFXYI/AAAAAAAAADc/TQOZK1x0XME/s1600/concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945955678477698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ISbIhFXYI/AAAAAAAAADc/TQOZK1x0XME/s400/concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-5419137124962508156?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/5419137124962508156/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-concerts-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5419137124962508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5419137124962508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-concerts-soon.html' title='GREAT CONCERTS SOON!'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8ISbIhFXYI/AAAAAAAAADc/TQOZK1x0XME/s72-c/concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4085828396234827829</id><published>2010-04-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:16:41.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>CADAQUÉS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IR7yp-56I/AAAAAAAAADU/x8Jts7CpcC8/s1600/kadakas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945417234278306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IR7yp-56I/AAAAAAAAADU/x8Jts7CpcC8/s400/kadakas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;The people that came back from Cuba were named ‘americano’ and so they refered to them.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Only joking!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-4085828396234827829?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/4085828396234827829/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/cadaques.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4085828396234827829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4085828396234827829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/cadaques.html' title='CADAQUÉS!'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S8IR7yp-56I/AAAAAAAAADU/x8Jts7CpcC8/s72-c/kadakas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-7729263539893238013</id><published>2010-04-11T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:14:10.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>EASTER HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?’&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-7729263539893238013?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/7729263539893238013/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7729263539893238013'/><link rel='self' 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term='Second term'/><title type='text'>COOL CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54Y3_c2cZI/AAAAAAAAADM/dzxwVzme_b4/s1600-h/queen_hot_space.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448819949369192850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54Y3_c2cZI/AAAAAAAAADM/dzxwVzme_b4/s400/queen_hot_space.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;CooL CaT_ Queen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7Iz1475CVk&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7Iz1475CVk&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-281767701313674645?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/281767701313674645/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/281767701313674645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/281767701313674645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-cat.html' title='COOL CAT'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54Y3_c2cZI/AAAAAAAAADM/dzxwVzme_b4/s72-c/queen_hot_space.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-4737191027600623304</id><published>2010-03-15T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:12:24.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><title type='text'>The Age Of The Understatement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54SkLcLnSI/AAAAAAAAADE/PK9fJonELtU/s1600-h/the-last-shadow-puppets-the-age-of-the-understatement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448813011920461090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54SkLcLnSI/AAAAAAAAADE/PK9fJonELtU/s400/the-last-shadow-puppets-the-age-of-the-understatement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Separate and ever deadly _The last shadow puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no es deixa anar (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't tell me You don't have to darling, I can sense that he painted you a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;agafa't a la meva gola i no es deixarà anar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no es deixa anar (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxOFNY6pBN4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxOFNY6pBN4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-4737191027600623304?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/4737191027600623304/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/03/age-of-understatement.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4737191027600623304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/4737191027600623304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/03/age-of-understatement.html' title='The Age Of The Understatement'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S54SkLcLnSI/AAAAAAAAADE/PK9fJonELtU/s72-c/the-last-shadow-puppets-the-age-of-the-understatement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3031968392318378400</id><published>2010-02-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:20:01.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Project Oral Presentation !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7y8AvzuQ5Cg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7y8AvzuQ5Cg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3031968392318378400?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3031968392318378400/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/02/research-project-oral-presentation_23.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3031968392318378400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3031968392318378400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/02/research-project-oral-presentation_23.html' title='Research Project Oral Presentation !'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-7578143716321898060</id><published>2010-02-23T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:00:28.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral Presentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><title type='text'>Research Project Oral Presentation !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Research Project : Idioms and Proverbs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELF EVALUATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presentation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well first of all I think my presentation was quite well done because it was supported with a powerpoint with several images all focused on the topic with a time between 5-10 minuts. So, on this part I'll put myself 8/10 because it can always be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Body Language &amp;amp; Eye Contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, on this part I think I did very good thinking of how nervous I was and how much I moved because of this. So I might put myself 8/10 because I was looking to the audience, I wasn't reading my notes and I helped my explanation with gestures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Structure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thirdly, in this part I think I did very well too because I had a good structure with markers and with questions of some of the topics I had to explain. Well then I would put 8/10, because I might have repeated many times some markers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Content&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well on this point I think the message was quite clear and with enough examples. The information was detailed as much as I could according to the time I had to explain the project, and I think it was new information for all the audience. On this part then, I would put a 35/40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The grammar is correct but it's not complex, so I could improve on that point. The vocabulary was rich and varied, though I repeated many times the word 'instance'. I used many connectors and fillers so that was a good thing I did. Well then I would put myself a 10/20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pronunciation &amp;amp; Intonation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I think the pronunciation was very comprehensible according to what my companions said. Well about the tone of voice I think I changed my tone of voice and I spoke with a fluid continuum. So this part would be 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total 77/100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-7578143716321898060?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/7578143716321898060/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/02/research-project-oral-presentation.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7578143716321898060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7578143716321898060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/02/research-project-oral-presentation.html' title='Research Project Oral Presentation !'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-8222092495096576596</id><published>2010-01-18T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:11:42.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Football Club Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TckQgL5rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/scOiNa1J-bc/s1600-h/Bar%25C3%25A7a-Sevilla-es-el-duelo-destacado1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205966351656626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TckQgL5rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/scOiNa1J-bc/s400/Bar%25C3%25A7a-Sevilla-es-el-duelo-destacado1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m not exactly a fan of Football Club Barcelona, but after living in Dublin with three boys I started enjoying football. Last week Barcelona played twice against Sevilla. The first match was decisive of the King’s Cup. Barcelona played in the Sevilla’s field, where they won the match (0-1) but they had to score two goals to stay in the Cup, so they were disqualified. The second match was in Camp Nou where Barcelona won Sevilla in the second part of the match. Barcelona scored 4 goals, which made it stay first on the league clasification (Barcelona 46 followed by Real Madrid 41). The four goals where scored by: Pedro, Escudé and two of Messi, who scored 100 goals with the FCB shirt. FCBarcelona did very well on this match, and showed that even disqualified of the King’s Cup, this team is still the best of the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-8222092495096576596?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/8222092495096576596/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/football-club-barcelona.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8222092495096576596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8222092495096576596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/football-club-barcelona.html' title='Football Club Barcelona'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TckQgL5rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/scOiNa1J-bc/s72-c/Bar%25C3%25A7a-Sevilla-es-el-duelo-destacado1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3049844485291238770</id><published>2010-01-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:11:58.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1Tbv7nKytI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1YhX2mdtHhw/s1600-h/_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205067390601938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1Tbv7nKytI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1YhX2mdtHhw/s320/_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar is the new movie of James Cameron, the director of Titanic. Titanic made a box office of $28.6 millions while Avatar is at $27 millions. This makes those two movies of the same director the most successfull box office ever. Avatar also wins the ‘globos the oro’ of the best director and the best movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Avatar in 3D last Saturday and I found it a very good movie. At first I didn’t want to go watch it because when I saw the blue people I thought it was another of those science fiction movies. I left the cinema with a great feeling.The movie Avatar takes place in Pandora, which is like any other world. The Earth habitants have a naval base in Pandora because they want a really expensive mineral which is there. The problem is that the mineral is under the Mother Tree where Pandora’s habitants live. The habitants of Pandora are really hard to kill, and that causes a war. The nice thing of the movie is that it also includes love apart of science fiction and it leaves you with a very weird feeling of how humans are. The feeling you are left with is, that we, humans are destroying the world, we destroy everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3049844485291238770?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3049844485291238770/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3049844485291238770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3049844485291238770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1Tbv7nKytI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1YhX2mdtHhw/s72-c/_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-5191768996287783786</id><published>2010-01-18T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:12:15.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Earthquake in Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TbW7o3TlI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVzHQeC8qv8/s1600-h/haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428204637900983890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TbW7o3TlI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVzHQeC8qv8/s320/haiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiti is a Republic which has a population of 8,924,553 (2008), and shares the island with the Dominican Republic. The capital of Haití is Puerto Prince.&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th of January 2010 the biggest earthquake in Haiti takes place after 240 years.&lt;br /&gt;Experts say that this earthquake is equivalent to 200.000 kilos of dinamyte.&lt;br /&gt;The earthquacke had a magnitude of 7,3 in Richter’s scale. The epicenter of the earthquacke was very close to the city, which caused a huge damage. Haití is maybe the poorest country of all America and so the damage was bigger than in The Dominican Republic which is part of the same island. Around 200.000 people died.&lt;br /&gt;The European Union spends 229 milions in emergency and promises 200 milions more to help to reconstruct Haití.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say that If one day I become a doctor I would like to help when such a disaster happens. I know it’s a very hard job but this would make me feel better and usefull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-5191768996287783786?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/5191768996287783786/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/earthquake-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5191768996287783786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5191768996287783786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/earthquake-in-haiti.html' title='Earthquake in Haiti'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S1TbW7o3TlI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVzHQeC8qv8/s72-c/haiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-5038101928374671657</id><published>2010-01-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:36:26.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><title type='text'>Discussion Essay ( Human Rights )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should Human Rights be enforced by law or optional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I’m going to answer the question if Human Rights should be enforced by law or be optional and then I’ll justify my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, from my point of view, Human Rights should be optional, people should respect them because it’s good for all of us. It’s one of those things that benefits everybody and not only a few people. It’s better for us and we’d win things such as respect. In my opinion people should know and respect them with no need of any law. But the thing is that nowadays nobody respects anything and there are lots of selfish people that just think of their own advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I think that Human Rights must be enforced by law so people would respect them. So, if we want people to respect Human Rights, we’ll need to force them by law because people won’t obey/respect them until it gets to that point. It’s very sad though that such a thing as Human Rights that benefits us isn’t respected by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think the problem might be that nowadays people in general just think of money and stuff like that, so if it doesn’t get to law they won’t care to listen, they won’t give a damn to waste time listening to weird stuff for them. So if it gets to law, they would listen and think twice to respect them. Besides  another problem may be that people don’t even know their Rights, so that means there’s a lack of information of what refers to them.&lt;br /&gt; To conclude with I think we should be more informed about Human Rights and know them better because they are our Rights since the minute we are born, but nobody talks of them, people just care about political things, and this is important too. People have to listen and see what Human Rights are and then they will see it’s better for everyone and maybe so they will be applied to everyone. If information doesn’t succeed at people respecting them they should be definetly forced by law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-5038101928374671657?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/5038101928374671657/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/discussion-essay-human-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5038101928374671657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/5038101928374671657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/discussion-essay-human-rights.html' title='Discussion Essay ( Human Rights )'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-1469658806978713444</id><published>2010-01-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:29:02.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Malcom in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRv9GllpI/AAAAAAAAACM/iIm9Ym2DTFw/s1600-h/mal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425520060395787922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRv9GllpI/AAAAAAAAACM/iIm9Ym2DTFw/s320/mal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malcom in the middle is a very funny TV serie about a family. The family consist of a mother, a dad, and 4 brothers. The children are always doing stupid things or playing games which they shouldn’t, so they always get in trouble with their mother. When the mother gets angry she is actually very scary, she starts screaming and it’s really funny the way they represent the mother as the worse criature ever. Their dad is just hilarious, he’s always hanging around the house inventing things or rather playing with one of the guys. Sometimes, or nearly all the time the dad and the mother don’t agree about how to punishing their children, but obviously the mother is the boss of the house. The younger brother is very funny and sometimes he seems stupid but well, I wouldn’t say so, because he always gets what he wants though he is very quiet. The second younger brother is the most clever of all the brothers, yeah I guess he’s gifted, all their friends are nerds though he’s cool. He’s always inventing new engines with his friends and he’s always the best at getting out of trouble... though he doesn’t succeed that often. The third brother is well, a trouble-maker, it’s the kind of guy that hits everybody in school, who’s always with the principal and that basically has no friends because of his behaviour. The older brother is in the army, his mother send him there because he was mean and wasn’t behaving well. In the army they are teaching him manners and they are very strict, though he doesn’t care that much, he just wants to leave the place. There’s also a very fat neighbour, he’s always eating huge amounts of food and he’s in love with the mother of the four guys. The fat neighbour works with the mother in a supermarket, and in one chapter of the serie the basic characters of the serie (the family) burns his house while keeping it!!&lt;br /&gt;I recommend to watch this serie just once at least, because if you have free time it’s really funny and it kind of represent families in a funny way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-1469658806978713444?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/1469658806978713444/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/malcom-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1469658806978713444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1469658806978713444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/malcom-in-middle.html' title='Malcom in the middle'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRv9GllpI/AAAAAAAAACM/iIm9Ym2DTFw/s72-c/mal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3019521138373216380</id><published>2010-01-11T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:34:43.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>National Geographic Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRA8uwXbI/AAAAAAAAACE/cQwsWzZGk4w/s1600-h/national-geographic-international-photography-contest_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425519252841979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRA8uwXbI/AAAAAAAAACE/cQwsWzZGk4w/s400/national-geographic-international-photography-contest_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the winners of the National Geographic pictures the one that I liked the most is this one with the elephant. I think it’s a very original picture and it really impressed me to see an elephant under the water, something that I never saw before. Besides this the mixture is incredible; the way half of the picture is in the water and the other half in air. I also like the colours of the picture, the different tones of blue. The dark man standing on the tusks and the clear see makes a really weird impression. In the back of the picture we can also see on the right handside a few mountains, well maybe it’s better to call them rocks, which makes a very nice contrast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3019521138373216380?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3019521138373216380/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/national-geographic-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3019521138373216380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3019521138373216380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/national-geographic-pictures.html' title='National Geographic Pictures'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tRA8uwXbI/AAAAAAAAACE/cQwsWzZGk4w/s72-c/national-geographic-international-photography-contest_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-911599481958768526</id><published>2010-01-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:33:35.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tSbmQF6zI/AAAAAAAAACk/QQ-wehjSEao/s1600-h/20071212-riedel-gentleman-snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425520810175884082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tSbmQF6zI/AAAAAAAAACk/QQ-wehjSEao/s320/20071212-riedel-gentleman-snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those Christmas Holidays I’ve remainded away from my home. When school finished I went to Holland to celebrate Christmas. I went there with my family and it was freezing! It had snowed a lot so my sister and I made a huge snowman. We had a great time there visiting my grandmother and grandfather. We enjoyed walking through Utrecht’s streets. Shopping in Holland was great and more seeing people around riding bycicles. The snow was an extra point to all the Christmas feeling and made it very nice and charming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-911599481958768526?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/911599481958768526/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-christmas-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/911599481958768526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/911599481958768526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-christmas-holidays.html' title='My Christmas Holidays'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tSbmQF6zI/AAAAAAAAACk/QQ-wehjSEao/s72-c/20071212-riedel-gentleman-snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-1809464414392679011</id><published>2010-01-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:21:30.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tQAyPrnfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EWIBc380WxQ/s1600-h/90_03_1---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425518150515662322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tQAyPrnfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EWIBc380WxQ/s400/90_03_1---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like everyone else I know, I love holidays. I love waking up at lunch time, thinking of nothing to do and just watch TV, going out with non stop... But more special are Christmas Holidays. At Christmas there is like a general law which says you are allowed to eat as much as you want and to buy as much as you can, and well, of course like any other girl I love shopping and I love chocolate. In Christmas everybody is happy with no apparent reason and that creates a really nice atmosphere. All the children are happy and they are looking forward to their christmas presents. It’s lovely to enjoy their pleasure by staring at their faces opening those father christmas gifts. In my opinion Christmas is one of those good lies people make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-1809464414392679011?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/1809464414392679011/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1809464414392679011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/1809464414392679011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tQAyPrnfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EWIBc380WxQ/s72-c/90_03_1---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-8493504602829719802</id><published>2010-01-11T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:18:45.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>British man killed in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tPTzLku_I/AAAAAAAAABs/wn57bHs3-d8/s1600-h/china.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425517377672756210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tPTzLku_I/AAAAAAAAABs/wn57bHs3-d8/s400/china.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 2007 a British man was caught carrying kilos of heroïne in a Chinese flight. This caused lots of trouble because following the British laws he had to be sentenced with death. The Bristish goverment asked China to let the man be sentenced in his own country. Meanwhile the man stayed for two years in jail, until he was sentenced in 2009 and was killed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to comment on this news because it got my attention when I heard it on TV. I know we can’t do or it’s really hard to do something with justice, but in my opinion it’s very unfair that a man or woman who kills is set free after twenty years and a guy carrying heroine is sentenced to death. I’m not defending the man carrying drugs, no way, I’m just saying how unfair things are nowadays. Maybe all countries should agree on this part of the law. Or maybe we are taking human rights on the wrong way, and we are not receiving the ones we deserve, and we are getting some on the wrong way. Because of those differences of law by judging people (murders, kidnappers...) I wanted to mention this and give my opinion on what a lack of justice we have in our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-8493504602829719802?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/8493504602829719802/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/british-man-killed-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8493504602829719802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8493504602829719802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/british-man-killed-in-china.html' title='British man killed in China'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/S0tPTzLku_I/AAAAAAAAABs/wn57bHs3-d8/s72-c/china.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-7182800906206575931</id><published>2010-01-08T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:56:20.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year resolutions'/><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>First of all I have to study, so my most important resolution includes study, study and more study. And I so hope to get good marks! Because our marks this year are very important to decide our future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I want to relax and eat more. Obviously I’m proposing myself to be less nervous, take things easier and not be as anxious as I was last term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, well I don’t actually have a third resolution, but I supose it’s what I always wish: to be healthy, but not just me, my friends and family too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-7182800906206575931?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/7182800906206575931/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7182800906206575931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7182800906206575931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6299707846356810116</id><published>2009-12-04T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:54:58.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><title type='text'>Human rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;HUMAN RIGHTS&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;o. Take the Quiz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I didn’t do very well on the quiz, because I didn’t know my rights. I knew what rights were but not the history of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What are human rights?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Human rights are the rights you have simply because you are human. Rights are things to which you are entitled or allowed; the way you deserve to be treated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2.When did human rights start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Human rights started in 1948. But they started before, after the French revolution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. Why were they created?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Human rights were created because people deserved to have minimum rights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many human rights are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There are thirty human rights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;5. Which human right were you not familiar with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;With the article 9:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Choose one human right and discuss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Article 4:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 2.2pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nowadays I think this article is more or less respected in Spain. Though still not respected in other countries. Like in Africa, we could consider the women that are married as slaves, because they aren’t allowed to do anything, they are forced to stay at home and do the cleaning and cooking. An other example would be the old Greece, where slaves could buy their freedom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Years ago ago this right wasn’t respected by anyone, rich people were always on the top of poor people because they thought were better. They took advantage from their social position and treated the poor people the way they wanted, it got further till the point in which they ordered them to do things and finally they became slaves. Also back in time we could find some examples of slavery in factories, when children and women were forced to work even if they were sick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"&gt;7. Are Humans rights relevant in the world today? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In my opinion human rights are relevant in the world today. As I have said before, in some countries slavery still exists. So we really need those basic rights to have a minimum of order in our society, to keep away the uncivilized. Without those rights our society would be very different, with less respect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To conclude with I think human rights are very important and they should be taken more seriously than they are, not in Spain but in other countries.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6299707846356810116?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6299707846356810116/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/12/human-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6299707846356810116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6299707846356810116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/12/human-rights.html' title='Human rights'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2211764741341144990</id><published>2009-11-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:52:28.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>The Research Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6bZMUGJoI/AAAAAAAAABk/PY2kJfFq-Sw/s1600/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408431059623093890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 215px; height: 444px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6bZMUGJoI/AAAAAAAAABk/PY2kJfFq-Sw/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This term we have to Present a Research project about a topic we have chosen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My research project is about idioms and proverbs. I decided to work on this topic because I spent one year abroad in Dublin, and while speaking with people some idioms and proverbs showed up. I found it something very interesting and very rich to learn more about. In my opinion if you really want to know a language you must know about the several uses of idioms and proverbs. Idioms and proverbs make your speech very rich and they give you lots of knowledge of a language. Basically that’s the reason why I decided to research on idioms and proverbs, and so to get to know more of them; understand their meanings, know about the origins and see in which amount they are used and by who.&lt;br /&gt;Through all my project I’ll be researching proverbs and idioms to see in which amount they are used nowadays. I also keep a record of how often idioms and proverbs show up in everyday speech. I quote Shakespeare's proverbs and I'll explain the meaning of every idiom I have researched (in books, songs, ads...). The conclusion of my research project will determinate the amount people uses idioms and proverbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love the topic, though right now I'm sick to the  back of my teeth of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-2211764741341144990?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/2211764741341144990/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/research-project.html#comment-form' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2211764741341144990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2211764741341144990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/research-project.html' title='The Research Project'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6bZMUGJoI/AAAAAAAAABk/PY2kJfFq-Sw/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3251905476959333538</id><published>2009-11-26T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:51:30.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6XncmDjqI/AAAAAAAAABc/FUhXQcQWBko/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408426906465046178" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 270px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6XncmDjqI/AAAAAAAAABc/FUhXQcQWBko/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New Moon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend I went to the cinema with my friends to watch New Moon. The movie is about vampires, and it's the continuation of the first movie: twilight. All the film was amazing. In my case I have read all four books, while I was in Dublin, and I think the movie is a fair representation of the book.&lt;br /&gt;There are just a few important characters in "New Moon" and those are Bella Swan, Edward Cullen and Jacob. Bella Swan is the main character, who is in love with Edward Cullen; but Edward is a vampire. Well then, being in a relation with a vampire, It's not easy if he is thirsty for her blood. What happens is that Edward leaves Bella not because he doesn't love her, but because he doesnt want to hurt her or his family. Bella takes this really badly and truely believes that Edward doesn't love her. Jacob is a werewolf and is deeply in love with Bella. Bella is a great friend of Jacob, and becomes closer to him while Edward is away. Until the point that Bella falls in love with Jacob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later, Edward appears again and Bella seems to return with him. But now  Bella is in love with both of them, is she really going to chose a vampire for a werewolf? Doesn't she love Jacob more because Edward had left her, or she simply loves Jacob because he made her happy?But, if Bella loves both, is she gonna to be faithfull if she chooses one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The movie is around that tension, about whom Bella is going to chose;  Jacob or Edward. That's the passion Stephene Meyer brings us with her uncredible novels. All  four books are about love and I like them so much because you feel involved, you feel everybit of love and passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, what I liked the most of the movie is how DAMN GOOD LOOKING is Jacob!!!!!!(he has got a six pack, how lucky is Bella) LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3251905476959333538?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3251905476959333538/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3251905476959333538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3251905476959333538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Sw6XncmDjqI/AAAAAAAAABc/FUhXQcQWBko/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-334524523987159092</id><published>2009-11-21T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:50:51.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3zdSG-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/oTdx6XKj1Ds/s1600/wuthering_heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406491972343363746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 265px; height: 184px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3zdSG-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/oTdx6XKj1Ds/s400/wuthering_heights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wuthering Heights is one of my favourites books together with Norwegian Wood.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Dublin I had to read Wuthering Heights for school and it was very difficult. It was at the start of the school year and my English level wasn’t that high to understand old English. After a month I started understanding the book and then I couldn’t stop reading at home what was ment to be read in school.&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights is a novel of Emily Brontë and it’s very romantic. It’s funny the way the story just happens in two places: Wuthering Heights (often called just the Heights) and Thrushcross Grange. The main characters are Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshow. Heathcliff is an orphan found by mr.Earnshow one day, and then brought to the Heights. There is a full passion love story between Heathcliff and Catherine but things don’t seem to work out so well because of their strong personalities. Catherine’s selfishness is amazing, she, herself and her. Through Catherine’s selfishness and Heathcliff’s strong character the story develops  with lots of incredibly things. What I like the most from the book is how it transmits you that passion and love. All those feelings such as sadness,  pride, fury…I recommend that book to anybody, it’s the best love story ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-334524523987159092?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/334524523987159092/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/wuthering-heights.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/334524523987159092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/334524523987159092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/wuthering-heights.html' title='Wuthering Heights'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3zdSG-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/oTdx6XKj1Ds/s72-c/wuthering_heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-8270236573869434320</id><published>2009-11-21T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:49:16.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>THE SIMPSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3dk6v9pI/AAAAAAAAABM/OzomFxsWAjo/s1600/simpsons_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406491596435748498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3dk6v9pI/AAAAAAAAABM/OzomFxsWAjo/s400/simpsons_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Paris.] Nicolas Sarkozy and his wife Carla Bruni-Sarkozy appear in the Simpsons, the most famous serie. It’s in the chapter “The devil wears nothing” were it refers to de movie “The devil wears Prada”. Carla Bruni appears like a seductive woman with a cigarrete between her lips and proposes a friend of Homer to get in bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;A bit later, the woman appears  with a glass of wine in her hands in the Elise Palace with her husband, whom shows a piece of cheese, camembert, in his ofice.We have then already seen lots of presidents from the United States in The Simpsons, so as George W. Bush, Tony Blair, Bill Clinton etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-8270236573869434320?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/8270236573869434320/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/simpsons.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8270236573869434320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/8270236573869434320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/simpsons.html' title='THE SIMPSONS'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Swe3dk6v9pI/AAAAAAAAABM/OzomFxsWAjo/s72-c/simpsons_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-107854662287217142</id><published>2009-11-20T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:48:35.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Requiem For a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcE8MZDBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/QJuU3wNYpH8/s1600/Requiem%2520for%2520a%2520dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406295309846513106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 281px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcE8MZDBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/QJuU3wNYpH8/s400/Requiem%2520for%2520a%2520dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Requiem for a dream is a movie about drugs. There are a few different cases of people taking different types of drugs. First of all we have a group of friends that start smoking joints, and later selling drugs. But they comit a mistake when they try the drug they want to sell and see that it’s fantastic. They get addicted to that drug and end up very bad. The young fellow of the group has to have his arm removed because of the drug injections that got infected. His girlfriend, without any money starts having sex with others to obtain money for drugs. And last but not least, their friend dies also due to drugs.&lt;br /&gt;The other example of the movie, is the mother of that young fellow. It’s the typical old woman that’s always watching television and believes everything. Once she received a call from a tv station and she was invited to go there because she was the winner. Immediately the woman starting doing diet but because this was so hard she ended up taking pills to get thinner. Those pills are drugs. A drug that got her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I love that movie because it’s very artistic somehow. What I mean with artistic is all the detail that is set in every scene. The sounds are very real, and the images too. For instance, every time they take a drug there’s like a leimotiv that repites itself. A few images that represent what happens, like pupils dilating… and the sound of rolling a joint or blowing out the smoke. It’s also very moral showing you what drugs bring to people, just dead and problems, serious problems. The film is wonderfull and also very depressing. I would recommend this movie to everybody more for its message rather than the film. Still so, it’s a very original movie and it’s very creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-107854662287217142?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/107854662287217142/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/requiem-for-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/107854662287217142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/107854662287217142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem For a Dream'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcE8MZDBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/QJuU3wNYpH8/s72-c/Requiem%2520for%2520a%2520dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-7146813426850437296</id><published>2009-11-20T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:48:03.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Plastic Surgery - Brad Pitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcERaM3BmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OZTaLTyviss/s1600/benjamin_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406294574819116642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 328px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcERaM3BmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OZTaLTyviss/s400/benjamin_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year the movie “The Curious Case of Benjamin button” had its premiere. The movie was about a guy that was born with wrinkles, like an old man. Through time, the child became younger by aspect but obviously older of age. Brad Pitt was interpreting the paper of that character. At the beginning of the movie, when he was representing the old man’s aspect but young in age, the make-up artists had much to do. But with his growing older and looking younger, plastic surgery had lots to do rather than make-up. So after the movie he looked more refreshed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-7146813426850437296?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/7146813426850437296/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/plastic-surgery-brad-pitt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7146813426850437296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7146813426850437296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/plastic-surgery-brad-pitt.html' title='Plastic Surgery - Brad Pitt'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/SwcERaM3BmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OZTaLTyviss/s72-c/benjamin_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2257585118678021909</id><published>2009-11-20T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:47:11.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><title type='text'>ORAL PRESENTATION! PLASTIC SURGERY</title><content type='html'>The big business of Plastic Surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 425px; text-align: left;" id="__ss_2548122"&gt;&lt;a style="margin: 12px 0pt 3px; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/martagrauu/the-big-business-of-plastic-surgery" title="The Big Business Of Plastic Surgery"&gt;The Big Business Of Plastic Surgery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin: 0px;" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=thebigbusinessofplasticsurgery-091120130754-phpapp02&amp;amp;stripped_title=the-big-business-of-plastic-surgery"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=thebigbusinessofplasticsurgery-091120130754-phpapp02&amp;amp;stripped_title=the-big-business-of-plastic-surgery" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,arial; height: 26px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/martagrauu"&gt;Marta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I want to comment on my presentation: I think I have used enough resources so as the images we have put on the PowerPoint to show every example, so they're focusing the topic and supporting our oral explanation. Maybe what failed the most on our presentation was the time, but I think that was my fault due to I was so nervous that I did my part in a rush!! So for the next presentation I'll have to control more my nerves, take a deep breath and go on slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to the body language and eye contact: I'm mostly all the time looking at the audience just a few looks on the PowerPoint, but I think I'm moving to much!! Very restless!! I'm doing some gestures, still so I can perfect this part. The rest of the presentation I see all the structures with markers and a conclusion. There are also questions about the topic to get the audience attention, and all the ideas are in order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About the content, is quite innovating, me, myself have learnt making this powerpoint and I think the information was enoughly detailed. We supported the facts by quotes and gave some examples of surgery. In my point of view the overall message was clearly enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Language was rich in connectors and had also fillers. We did have vocabulary varied and grammar, but the last one wasn't that complex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, as for pronunciation and intonation, what people have said is that they found the pronunciation comprehensible and I agree. The part of the pronunciation and intonation was good but maybe two fast as we said before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agreeing with those terms I think my mark would be around 86%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Presentation 7'5% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Body Language and eye contact 7% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Structure 10% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Content 40% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Language 15% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pronunciation and intonation 7% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-2257585118678021909?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/2257585118678021909/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/oral-presentation-plastic-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2257585118678021909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2257585118678021909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/oral-presentation-plastic-surgery.html' title='ORAL PRESENTATION! PLASTIC SURGERY'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-7900279584591948821</id><published>2009-11-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:46:11.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>Dublin !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My experience in Dublin&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was studying first year of compulsory education in Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of going one year abroad came from myself, but I never had been brave enough before. So, I went on and told my parents about going a year to a different place to learn a language, such as English or Dutch. They found it incredible and after that, they would do everything for me to go. It was a great opportunity to go there, and I was lucky that I could do it, because not everybody can afford it. I still feel very lucky about having spent one year in a foreign country. The idea started with Holland, England, America or Dublin. Holland because I’m half Dutch and it could have been a chance for me to perfection my Dutch. After some time thinking about where to go, Dublin was the choice.&lt;br /&gt;The course started earlier than here, so the 1st of September I was already coursing what there is 5th year. I loved the way they choose subjects instead of batxillerat, so I was studying chemistry and art! Physics and history of art!&lt;br /&gt;The school was very different from the ones in Spain. In Dublin you had to wear a uniform, and we were not allowed to wear a jacket that was not the school one. People were very civilized in class and teachers spoke very loud in difference from everybody. Nearly every class was done with power point presentations. All the science subjects where given in the corresponding laboratories. Each morning there was an assemble at 8:50 to 9:00, some days they even had a mass, I never believed in god but it was cool to skip class.&lt;br /&gt;What I most remember from Dublin is the weather. Oh my god! It’s just crazy! So Crazy! It might be sunny for a few minutes, but then it’s enough! You have seen enough sun for a week! And what follows? Rain, rain, rain, as if I didn’t know what rain was! All the day the weather reminded me of that! I never cared about brushing my hair there, I think I kept the routine and that’s the reason why I look a bit disheveled. There was no point of doing anything with your hair, the minute you left the house it was all curly. Still so Dublin was a wonderful country for five minutes, (when it was sunny). It’s such a green country! I always loved to walk to school, and that says a lot because it was a 40 minutes walk! But it was a nice walk though morning used to be a bit foggy. Winter was the worst time out there. It hadn’t snowed for 14 years, and just when I’m there, it has to snow… I really hated it! It was cold enough to also wet your feet and then be in school the whole day with frozen feet. However everyone was so excited… I couldn’t stop shiver. The only good thing snow brought me, was that I couldn’t go to school for two days and one we played snow wars.&lt;br /&gt;Dublin was the best and the worst together. Like everything at the beginning, it was the best. I loved being on my complete own, without knowing anybody and starting to meet people. It filled me a lot to make friends the first days. The first weekend I was already going out with girls! And the following I was already in a house party with whom now is one of my best friends. The first time just flew, so many parties, so much shopping, so many friends… The second term changed things a lot. After Christmas it got very very cold, really cold, I’m not exaggerating. The cold, and that it was getting dark around 4 o’clock didn’t help much at being happy. I had to study for my exams in May and I started an English course for the first certificate. The friends group from school got separated a lot and so, I got very close with all the Irish people. Well, also a very good friend went back to Italy and that made me very sad and I missed her a lot in class. I had friends in school, but my friends were in 6th year! Anyway people were very nice to me, and I loved my chemistry teacher. She was a fabulous teacher and always laughed at my English mistakes such as:&lt;br /&gt;(Dennis is splashing Marta with water)&lt;br /&gt;Marta: Dennis! Stop making me wet!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I didn’t know the meaning of that before.. if not I wouldn’t have said that. And other things I confused once:&lt;br /&gt;Fact for fuck (the pronunciation)&lt;br /&gt;But after those mistakes, I went very careful. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Well, to conclude with, I would say Dublin was a great experience. I have learned a lot, but not just English, also about life itself. I have learned about how people can be, my own mistakes, to be independent… I would recommend anybody to go one year abroad if they have the chance because it’s unbelievable. You also see what really is important to you, what or who you miss… It’s just wonderful, I would repeat it but maybe in an other place who knows.&lt;br /&gt;As a good thing you always keep your friends, I’m going back to Dublin very soon. Somehow I need it, to fill me of the Irish people and drinking, and I miss listening to that Irish lilt.&lt;br /&gt;My advice is, if you get the chance: JUST DO IT!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-7900279584591948821?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/7900279584591948821/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/dublin.html#comment-form' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7900279584591948821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/7900279584591948821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/dublin.html' title='Dublin !!!'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-2515269840534384935</id><published>2009-11-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:45:33.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8eCsuw4wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPvckHmSzZU/s1600-h/reloj_arena3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399567509956387586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8eCsuw4wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPvckHmSzZU/s320/reloj_arena3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wouldn’t like to stop time for once?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we are huryring up and waiting for someone or to do something. We might don’t have enough time to stop in front of the clock and watch time pass by. It’s weird the way in some occasions we want the time to pass quickly and to be on that especial day or event. And other times we want time to last longer, we want hours to become days! For instance, when we have an exam we wish there was so much more time left than the time we really have.&lt;br /&gt;When I have time, or maybe I should say, when I rest, I think about it. For example, this year, this course, I want the year to pass fast but at the same time I need more time than the one I have.&lt;br /&gt;I think time is so strange, it’s what passes by while we are thinking, working... and then all of a sudden you say: OH MY GOD!! IT’S FRIDAY! already weekend, and the week had just started. Or the day of your birthday, Jesus! I think that’s one of the saddests days of my life! I can’t stop thinking about all the years that have passed, about all the people that has gone or some friends that are simply not friends anymore... That day, you stop and you think. You stop your own clock and think about what has happened since everything started. We are so busy that we don’t have time to think about important things. We are for then, one year older, oh yeah! we are getting more spots or more wrinkles... no one is safe from time! And then I don’t know. Were we better before we knew that things could hurt? Or are we better now, that we are carefully and know what’s life about?&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many people that enter your life, and then leave for ever and you never get to know anything more from them. We can travel for months and to lots of different places that years later seem like it was the best thing ever, what was everything, is for then just crumbs. I wish I could jump into five years ago and live there for some days and then come back. I don’t regret a single thing in my life, every mistake has made me learn a lot. But go back into time, would make me realise that I have lived better times and worse times. So that I could enjoy the present happier by knowing things had been worse. If I look back into my album, on the part of my birthdays, I miss things. I miss some friends, maybe a dog I don’t have now, or eating a huge chocolate cake without thinking about the stomach ache I would get later. Or believe again in the three wise man, and play with dolls not with pencils and exams.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all part of my opinion, I think we are all running out of our feet and can’t see the important things. So as friends becoming just people, the granny getting older, or a relationship beeing brought down by no one taking care of it... Things need a special care, we all have the same time that suddenly stops but we can’t fight time. We can just live, but remembering the important things we don’t have to leave behind for work, for example. We all need PAUSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-2515269840534384935?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/2515269840534384935/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2515269840534384935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/2515269840534384935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8eCsuw4wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPvckHmSzZU/s72-c/reloj_arena3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-3276259766092199167</id><published>2009-11-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:43:08.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>WHY WOULD I LIKE TO BECOME A DOCTOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8c5G137pI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IYIr98OjHlY/s1600-h/FCANS82Y8CAGLYVYVCAGLM234CA4J1L25CAFCH8XFCARCTXIJCALRU34ICAYR5N8TCAQ0PVOBCAQRXZV0CAYZSWMXCA49L99PCA3ELYTBCAHDD4AICAO85T6CCA7ZRBGZCASUWZCICAYSMSXN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399566245655211666" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 226px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8c5G137pI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IYIr98OjHlY/s320/FCANS82Y8CAGLYVYVCAGLM234CA4J1L25CAFCH8XFCARCTXIJCALRU34ICAYR5N8TCAQ0PVOBCAQRXZV0CAYZSWMXCA49L99PCA3ELYTBCAHDD4AICAO85T6CCA7ZRBGZCASUWZCICAYSMSXN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors are the ones who help people physically and psycologically. Doctors take care of everything being in order. They treat you if you are sick and can even make you prettier if you wish so.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to become a doctor because I love the way “Dra.Grau” sounds! Jaja that’s a joke. I would like so because I love creepy things, so as blood ¬¬. I have always liked to “mess” well, obviously If one day I become a doctor I won’t mess with the patient!(or I’ll wish not =S) But when I think about opening a body and getting the kidney out, for example, I’ll love it!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I’m very interested in our body. In my opinion, one of the best things to do is to know ourselves. To have that knowledge is amazing. There’s nothing more interesting than our inside function. Seriously! It’s unbelievable the millions of things that are happening every minut inside us!All our reactions to things. All what we are made of. And that if one thing, just a tiny thing stops working, everything can crash, and we die.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I like to help people. It would fill me so much personally to cure someone. It’s something very satisfactory, when you help people or even safe them! That one person can do that. I wish one day I could.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I like the way some sicknesses are like a mistery. You know the symptoms but anything else. So you have to search, and work hard to solve that mistery. That mistery where someone’s life is in game. And you have to save them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude with, I think that doctors are always needed because we will always be sick of something. Because as we are creating stronger medicines the bacteries are getting stronger too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-3276259766092199167?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/3276259766092199167/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-would-i-like-to-become-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3276259766092199167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/3276259766092199167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-would-i-like-to-become-doctor.html' title='WHY WOULD I LIKE TO BECOME A DOCTOR?'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_d9GFCf6jU/Su8c5G137pI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IYIr98OjHlY/s72-c/FCANS82Y8CAGLYVYVCAGLM234CA4J1L25CAFCH8XFCARCTXIJCALRU34ICAYR5N8TCAQ0PVOBCAQRXZV0CAYZSWMXCA49L99PCA3ELYTBCAHDD4AICAO85T6CCA7ZRBGZCASUWZCICAYSMSXN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-965386285281476739</id><published>2009-09-28T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:41:29.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><title type='text'>My jokes</title><content type='html'>First joke:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.divshare.com/download/8774506-33e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com//web//?widget=small3"&gt;http://www.divshare.com/download/8774507-921&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-965386285281476739?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/965386285281476739/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/965386285281476739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/965386285281476739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-jokes.html' title='My jokes'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6434672068559840633</id><published>2009-09-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:41:18.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-What do you say if you get in trouble for not doing your homework?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "You can't tell me off for something I didn't do!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6434672068559840633?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6434672068559840633/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-say-if-you-get-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6434672068559840633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6434672068559840633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-say-if-you-get-in-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6923527888415465757</id><published>2009-09-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:41:16.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><title type='text'>Wish you were here.</title><content type='html'>Wish you were here - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here became one of my favourites songs during my stage in Dublin. I love the way this group plays guitar. The notes that sound,  just at the beginning of the song, are so amazing! Always love to listen to it. Then it's me wishing to learn how to play this song in the middle of the beach with my inexistent red electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to this song on my own, with my ipod. I think it's after this song that I got more interest in Pink Floyd. Actually I don't listen very much of Pink Floyd, just a few songs that got my atention, like Shine On You Crazy Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;The song is about somebody that misses someone, someone who's very nice. Well actually I think it's a very open theme, because everyone can interpret the song in a different way. Personally I got it like someone who is missing somebody, someone who knows how to do things good, that turn your bad days into good days, somebody special that you would miss...&lt;br /&gt;So I supose that's the reason because it got so much into me, because I was missing someone as well :P but I wasn't as upset as the man singing makes me feel he is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope more people get to know this song if they didn't, and enjoy it like I do ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6923527888415465757?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6923527888415465757/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6923527888415465757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6923527888415465757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here.'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375819681705230032.post-6554944397077244858</id><published>2009-09-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:53:18.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your-say'/><title type='text'>My favourite song in Dublin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN FROM HELL&lt;br /&gt;BLUE SKIES FROM PAIN&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU TELL A GREEN FIELD&lt;br /&gt;FROM A COLD STEEL RAIL?.&lt;br /&gt;A SMILE FROM A VEIL?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL?&lt;br /&gt;AND DID THEY GET TOU TO TRADE&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HEROS FOR GHOSTS?&lt;br /&gt;HOT ASHES FOR TREES?&lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR FOR A COOL BREEZE?&lt;br /&gt;COLD COMFORT FOR CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;AND DID YOU EXCHANGE&lt;br /&gt;A WALK FOR A PART IN THE WAR&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LEAD ROLE IN A CAGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WISH, HOW I WISH YOLU WERE HERE&lt;br /&gt;WE´RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMINGIN A FISH BOW!&lt;br /&gt;YEAR AFTER YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING OVER THE&lt;br /&gt;SAME OLD GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE WE FOUND?&lt;br /&gt;THE SAME OLD FEARS.&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU WERE HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7375819681705230032-6554944397077244858?l=martagrauu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/feeds/6554944397077244858/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favourite-song-in-dublin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6554944397077244858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7375819681705230032/posts/default/6554944397077244858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martagrauu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favourite-song-in-dublin.html' title='My favourite song in Dublin'/><author><name>esk0rnacabras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
