<?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-1453472640603323934</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:29:35.468-07:00</updated><category term='Carnivaaaaaal'/><category term='Anna Frank'/><category term='&quot;Beat it&quot;'/><category term='The Summer'/><category term='Grease - Video: Greased Lighting'/><category term='messi'/><category term='st george&apos;s day'/><category term='Degree'/><category term='Journalism'/><category term='Having a good time'/><category term='Works of Art Contemporary'/><category term='Take care of these things.'/><category term='Second term'/><category term='lastblog'/><category term='Radio programme'/><category term='University system'/><category term='My flute'/><category term='Excursions of Batxillerat'/><category term='Madrid'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='The crazy song'/><category term='Barrakes'/><category term='OT ;)'/><category term='London'/><category term='infidelity'/><category term='Test'/><category term='relax'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='A translation done by me'/><category term='be perfect.'/><category term='Milano'/><category term='my little next trip'/><category term='One Tree Hill'/><category term='Selectivitat&apos;s worriesss'/><category term='lyrics plus video'/><category term='My cat ;p'/><category term='Photos.'/><category term='Karma Police - Radiohead'/><category term='Sé lo que hicisteis'/><category term='Sevilla'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='stories'/><category term='YouTube. Video.'/><category term='Sarah OR. PRES.'/><category term='A big trip to remember'/><category term='PAOLO NUTINI'/><category term='A perfect night.'/><title type='text'>Behing these hazel eyes..</title><subtitle type='html'>♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7926393632766163564</id><published>2009-05-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:44:02.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lastblog'/><title type='text'>My last blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SgSzTN3mtWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hL28ZBmFRHM/s1600-h/jooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SgSzTN3mtWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hL28ZBmFRHM/s400/jooooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333585001435280738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This entry is the last one that I write in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, two years working on it and, what's more, trying to improve it... and now it has to finish. I think that all of us, after so many experiences, are very fond of our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are almost finished and there is only a month which separates us of Selectivitat's exams. Once we will have done this examination, we will start a NEW LIFE: a new life where we could study our favourite degree, our favourite subjects, we could be specialized in it, we could be freer, where we could reveal our likings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the moment, I have been studying a lot to get a good mark to enter in my favourite degree which I decided to do since I was 14 years old, Journalism, and I have been accepted in a hall of residence in Barcelona, as this degree is only promoted in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope get what I want to do, as to you all, but we know that to get it, we must study a lot for Selectivitat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last entry I decided to talk about it as a goodbye and I considered funny the idea to read it a year from now and see... ¿What has happened? :)&lt;br /&gt;Share my blogs with all of you has been an honour. Thanks for all*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7926393632766163564?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7926393632766163564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7926393632766163564' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7926393632766163564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7926393632766163564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-last-blog.html' title='My last blog.'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SgSzTN3mtWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hL28ZBmFRHM/s72-c/jooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3008461040255941404</id><published>2009-04-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:36:18.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messi'/><title type='text'>Supportive Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfiA13QXqTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yws5YdPGOOE/s1600-h/llibre+solidari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfiA13QXqTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yws5YdPGOOE/s400/llibre+solidari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330151821847013682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now I've just arrived from street where suddenly a person came to me and said to me: Hi. Do you want this book? It's full of supportive stories by some journalists and Messi, a Barça's football player, for Frailty X' Syndrome. And I said: Yes, of course! I buy it now!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think that when we do a step to help a little bit the sufferers of some syndromes, as it, or what's more, to help, in general, the Association, in this case the Catalan Association of Frailty X' Syndrome, we decide to do it because they upset us. I don't think that it's in this way, we do it to help them, and not only for pity or to feel better with ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us can give the mininum of help to do a step in all of aspects of our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the book is called "39 Supportive Stories around the sports. Leo Messi's preface". It is about 39 different stories, as its title say, about football.&lt;br /&gt;This time the book has been promoted by Leo Messi, but it was written by different journalists like David Llorens, Ferran Correas, Luis Martín, Xavi Díaz, Carles Domènech, Sergi Mas, Albert Masnou, etc. &lt;br /&gt;These 39 stories are an act of charity aimed at Catalan Association of Frailty X'Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these supportive stories, there are more books of different years. For example, apart from this book by Leo Messi and another by Xavi Hernández (another Barça's football player) which have been written this year, in 2007 Frank Rijkaard wrote a book as an act of charity for Children of Raval of Barcelona, in 2006 a book called "36 supportive stories around the sports" and written by a lot of journalists was published in honour of Department of Oncology of Vall d'Hebron Hospital, and lastly, in 2005 was published the first book of these all. It was called "Stories of football. 37  supportive stories around a ball". It was an act of charity for Foundation against the Gnome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider these books very useful for this Foundations and Associations which help sick people. &lt;br /&gt;Every year these books success, because, as a result, for example, of this year, there are 200.000 euros earned! It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Leo Messi feels very happy, because he passed a difficult childhood and he accepted to help, offering this book, the children who suffer problems of learning since their birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a slight effort we can give a hand which could be very valued by sufferers and Associations.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be selfish, and help a little bit your partnerns!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3008461040255941404?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3008461040255941404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3008461040255941404' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3008461040255941404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3008461040255941404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/supportive-stories.html' title='Supportive Stories'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfiA13QXqTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yws5YdPGOOE/s72-c/llibre+solidari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5434678415340314789</id><published>2009-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:10:28.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infidelity'/><title type='text'>Unfaithful - Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfdNVPVQADI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x4-euiag4GY/s1600-h/infidels+tv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfdNVPVQADI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x4-euiag4GY/s400/infidels+tv3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329813711304523826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fair, love, hate, worries, lies, confessions, mistakes, passion, friendship, family... and infidelity. These conceptions are which explain this series. As its name shows, it is about the infidelity. But not only about being unfaithful to someone, but being unfaithful to oneself. And it is the climax of this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has started to be showed a month ago, so we can know more things about it yet. It's very curious, because with only A MONTH this series has gripped me! &lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it is a feminist series, as most of people say. I think that everything gets complicated and every week it's more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is showed every Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters are 5 friends (Lídia, Paula, Cruz, Joana and Arlet), and each one has an evolution in her life in different ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lídia is a psychiatrist who has suffered her husband's dead, and her life has a change when she meets a young man in which she falls in love at the end. It is a strange relation, because they are not engaged, and it seemed to get worse, but finally the man decided to have a visit with Lídia, but, this time, as his psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, there is Paula, who was married Marc, but she decided to break up with him once she knew that she has a cancer. But, what is the second problem? She had a lover. &lt;br /&gt;Cruz is an economist, and she wants to have a daughter with her boyfriend. She lives  with him, but it is also a difficult relationship, although she has seen her boy with another girl, he has said it to her, and even so they decided to continue this relationship. But... At the end... Cruz is also unfaithul.&lt;br /&gt;Joana... I think it is a complicated case, because she was married Francesc who works in Buenos Aires, and after some years she noticed that he is unfaithful with an Argentinian woman. Where is here the second problem? They have children.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is Arlet, the youngest character, who has a quite life with a small floor, with a humble boyfriend, with a permanent work, so she is a teacher, but she meets a friend (a girl) about who Arlet feels, in secret, some other feelings than friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like when people say that this series is the "Sex in the city (or in NY)" of Catalunya. Because I'm a fan of this American series, I have seen ALL of the episodes, and BOTH ARE NOT THE SAME SERIES.&lt;br /&gt;Sex in NY is focus on different things, not like Unfaithful, which is only focus on infidelity to another person, to oneself, but moreover, to the friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5434678415340314789?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5434678415340314789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5434678415340314789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5434678415340314789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5434678415340314789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/infidelity-series.html' title='Unfaithful - Series'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfdNVPVQADI/AAAAAAAAAeM/x4-euiag4GY/s72-c/infidels+tv3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5467001817669911809</id><published>2009-04-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:59:45.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st george&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>St George's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfCBFPbebuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T5tbbdDIu_k/s1600-h/stjordi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfCBFPbebuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T5tbbdDIu_k/s400/stjordi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327900286220398306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's Saint George's day! A traditional day of Catalonia to show our exceptional literature! Boys give to the girls a rose, and the girls give to the boys a book, in symbol of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last year I had the luck to give a book to a person, and this year too. But moreover, as most of women, every St. George's day I buy a book for myself as well (because the rose dies at the end! haha! And the book lasts as we want to and reading is a very important job...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year I was unsure about book to buy. I was doubting if I had to chose the book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;America's seduction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Rosa Caminals, or if I would like more the book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seven women and a lonely man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Víctor Alexandre. Finally, I chose this last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like buying a book that is on the top of audience chart. If it is there, some year, by chance, it doesn't matter, of course. But I am a little bit fussy about reading books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I think that in St. George's day we must buy a Catalan book (the famous English, French or American books we can buy them at any moment!: Saint George's day is the opportunity of CATALAN literature!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seven women and a lonely man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, by Víctor Alexandre, talks about seven stories of seven different women interconnected by a victim man for an unexpected event. We know what they feel, what they think, which are their frustations, their sexuality, their fairs, their lies, what they don't want to confess to others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So this book is about our needs to feel beloved with ourselves and about lots of energy we devote to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5467001817669911809?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5467001817669911809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5467001817669911809' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5467001817669911809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5467001817669911809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-georges-day.html' title='St George&apos;s day'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SfCBFPbebuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T5tbbdDIu_k/s72-c/stjordi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5265072664618397120</id><published>2009-04-09T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:05:35.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selectivitat&apos;s worriesss'/><title type='text'>SelectivitaT_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3UypqDcfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/KVE_gHCNVFg/s1600-h/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322644301262582258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3UypqDcfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/KVE_gHCNVFg/s400/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi !!!! How I needed days like these ones of Holy Week !!!! How are yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every morning I'm doing some of the work we must have to do... And then I go to shopping, or to the beach, or to take a coffee with someone... To cut myself off a while!&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:arial;"&gt;Today I want to talk about SELECTIVITAT... Because every time it's nearer and I'm a little bit scared.&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:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have an exam of Catalan, S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;panish, English, Art's History, Latin (obligatories) and then I chose Philosophy and Greek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I worry about Catalan, although it's our own language, it's difficult to learn exactly everything about it. I'm also worried about English, with the listening and with the reading :(, and then I'm worried about Latin, because pupils of last year said to me the Latin's exam wasn't easy so I like Latin a lot but if it's difficult I have to practice it utmost.&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:arial;"&gt;I think Selectivitat is very curious or strange. We go there so nervous, we have to do the exam very concentrated, but we are surrounded by other pupils who we don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It will makes me laugh, for example, when I'll enter to Greek's exam and I'll see that all the pupils are girls !!!! I'm very sure it will be like that :).&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:arial;"&gt;After this last month of classes, we have to prepare, day after day, all the exams we'll do in Selectivitat. When I remember it, then I think... ¿for which subject have I start? :S.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3U_HxoL8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/9ck6xFE64_A/s1600-h/JS_5-ExamsCarola-83_L-711121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322644515505844162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3U_HxoL8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/9ck6xFE64_A/s400/JS_5-ExamsCarola-83_L-711121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also have to think of we must study TWO YEARS of Batxillerat. ¡Oh my God! In some of these subjects, there is a lot of matter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we have to be calm to go to exam very conscious that no matter how hard we've studied a subject because all depend on two options of exams we must choose, and depend on OUR NERVES.&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:arial;"&gt;Selectivitat is very important in our course. It is the 40 % of our final mark so we have to study a lot for their exams. Some of pupils aren't worried about Selectivitat because they don't need a middle mark to do a degree, or on the other hand, an important part of them isn't worried about it as well because they're sure it will be easy.&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:arial;"&gt;But there is another part of pupils who worry about Selecivitat's exams because the mark of their exams will determine the final mark to enter in the University. Unfortunately, I'm in this last group :(.&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:arial;"&gt;Good luck for everyone !!!! So to speak, we have to prepare it a lot so then we'll succeed in middle mark of our exams of Selectivitat !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I hope so!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5265072664618397120?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5265072664618397120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5265072664618397120' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5265072664618397120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5265072664618397120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/selectivitat.html' title='SelectivitaT_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3UypqDcfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/KVE_gHCNVFg/s72-c/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3580095254508124392</id><published>2009-04-06T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:20:07.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah OR. PRES.'/><title type='text'>Sarah's Oral Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdsNqpRndNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XnNdsFuYxjU/s1600-h/edinburgh-scotland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321862410953782482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdsNqpRndNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XnNdsFuYxjU/s400/edinburgh-scotland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few days ago the Scottish girl, Sarah, who came here three years ago, came back to visit us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She did an oral presentation in which she could explain to us something about her life and about Scotland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She comes from a small town of Scotland and she's 25 years old. Three years ago, as I said, she came from her town to learn and improve teaching, because she was finishing her degree. Now, she had finish it and she's teaching in Murcia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her hobbies are football and travel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially, she talked about her country: Scotland. It has a population of 5.000.000 people. It's a small country but it's an important one too. The language of there is Garlic, and its capital is Edinburgh. She said that she loves the weather we have here, because there it is only hot in May. During all the year it's cold. The typical Scottish food is the &lt;em&gt;haggis,&lt;/em&gt; and some famous person from there is, for example, Andy Murray.&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:Arial;"&gt;Furthermore, she had gave us some advices for our future and she talked about differences between countries we find in United Kingdom as well: England, Scotland and Ireland. &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:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was an interesting oral presentation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Photo of Edingburgh -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3580095254508124392?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3580095254508124392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3580095254508124392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3580095254508124392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3580095254508124392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/sarahs-oral-presentation.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Oral Presentation'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdsNqpRndNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XnNdsFuYxjU/s72-c/edinburgh-scotland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6018335988103772037</id><published>2009-04-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:00:50.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be perfect.'/><title type='text'>Be perfect_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3XKIo-BmI/AAAAAAAAAds/haC_CPSm_BE/s1600-h/be+perfect..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322646903739778658" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 317px; height: 491px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3XKIo-BmI/AAAAAAAAAds/haC_CPSm_BE/s400/be+perfect..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God! This boy is perfect!” or “Look at it! She always dresses perfectly.”&lt;br /&gt;These are the usual sentences of our generation. Now, the girls want to be like a model and most of boys want to be, for example, like a football player.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The publicity has inculcated these ideals to follow to feel good with ourselves. I think it’s very ridiculous.&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:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the one hand, I agree with people who have an operation to feel better. I support these people because I think that we have to take advantage of new technologies. If some great people like doctors offer us different ways to improve some part of our body with which we don’t feel good, we have to make the most of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I wonder, why have we make sacrifices for our body? On the other hand, I don’t support people who abuse new technologies to feel better with them. I don’t understand why take a risk like it abusing the body operation by operation. We have to accept our own body, and if somebody offers an operation to improve it we have to try it whether our economic resources allow us to have it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don’t have to abuse of it with a little defect which doesn’t make us feel good, because there are a lot of people who need operation room at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are some people who think that we mustn't have an operation because we must accept the body that we have, I agree with it, but looking at new technologies of nowadays I think we have to use them if it makes us feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Furthermore, I always thought that people who have psychic problems it is caused by abuse of their body or by becoming obsessed by their defects, and it is a very serious case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope publicity influence which is around us stop affecting us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1453472640603323934-6018335988103772037?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6018335988103772037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6018335988103772037' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6018335988103772037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6018335988103772037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-perfect.html' title='Be perfect_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sd3XKIo-BmI/AAAAAAAAAds/haC_CPSm_BE/s72-c/be+perfect..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7246285991085003966</id><published>2009-04-02T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:48:16.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milano'/><title type='text'>MILAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdUGh6ZqPtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V4l5IMZZBCg/s1600-h/milano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320165714490441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdUGh6ZqPtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V4l5IMZZBCg/s400/milano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milano&lt;/em&gt;? What does it mean to me?&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:arial;"&gt;&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:arial;"&gt;Well, it means the city I feel like going there a lot of years ago. I want to visit it because there are a lot of important things to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the second city most populated of Italy, after Roma, and it has a population of 1.3 million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About art, there is an incredible cathedral, Il Duomo di Milano. It's amazing! There is also the opera La Scala and the San Lorenzo's basilica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About gastronomy, as you know, the Italian's food is very very nice. The typicals &lt;em&gt;risotto alla milanese&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;panettone &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the &lt;em&gt;osso buco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About fashion, there are one of the best shops in Milano, like in Paris. Most of fashion designer are from this Italy's city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About football, when there's the Champions League, I'm always of Milano Football Club, and my brother doesn't understand it. I like football so I try to follow the league whenever I can.&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And apart from cultural things, about my personal objectives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my dreams is to be a correspondent of Italy (as one journalist). I hope going there soon for two or three months and get speak Italian as I speak Catalan :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the country of Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1453472640603323934-7246285991085003966?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7246285991085003966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7246285991085003966' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7246285991085003966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7246285991085003966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/milan.html' title='MILAN'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SdUGh6ZqPtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V4l5IMZZBCg/s72-c/milano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-8621128346953914515</id><published>2009-04-01T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:51:21.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today starts my THIRD TERM's blogs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-8621128346953914515?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/8621128346953914515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=8621128346953914515' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8621128346953914515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8621128346953914515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-starts-my-third-terms-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-2444808939665262664</id><published>2009-02-26T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:22:54.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>London!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sab4h8s6ACI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m-p6Lkz35z8/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307202473016557602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sab4h8s6ACI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m-p6Lkz35z8/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi !!!!!!!! We have came back from London !! It has been perfect, really perfect. Thanks to everyone because I had very good times there, in one of the most beautiful city I've seen: LONDON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never been there so I wanted to enjoy a lot the city, and it was so. Today I feel happy about this short holiday because specially I was sociable speaking english, and long time ago I didn't it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of hours flying, airports, the hotel, nights in the hotel, English breakfasts, dinners, a lot of subway's stations, a lot of "Big Red Buses" :), the tricycle, meeting inside Alma and Miriam's bedroom to celebrate the Miriam's 18th birhday, talking, playing, calls between bedrooms, the postcard for Isabel, British Museum, National Gallery, Globe Theatre, in TATE, Tower Bridge, Millennium Bridge, Westminster, St. Paul's Cathedral, Piccadilly Circus, Covent Garden, the famous Russell Station :), at the musical "We will rock you", Harrods, Speaker's Corner with the show of Adrià and a very nice chocolate hot :P, a lot of videos, interviews, a lot of coffees, a lot of Starbucks Coffees, in free times we went to Natural History Museum, we saw Fashion Week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best thing about it is that there are a lot of anecdotes in each of these moments. Four days very specials for me, four days which have surpassed the most of other trips that I've done for the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed going to visit Notting Hill, Chinatown, Oxford Street and go to some football match... ;p so I'm sure that I'll come back there !! :D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can swear you that I will remember for a long time this travel. Thanks to teachers and thanks to everyone of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-2444808939665262664?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/2444808939665262664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=2444808939665262664' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2444808939665262664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2444808939665262664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/02/london.html' title='London!'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sab4h8s6ACI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m-p6Lkz35z8/s72-c/DSC00987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-4054516699489975548</id><published>2009-02-11T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:58:13.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>Do you often go to the library?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRGgtnnXII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BI_soVE0Mt8/s1600-h/031505_Divinity_Library_57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301940189137427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRGgtnnXII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BI_soVE0Mt8/s400/031505_Divinity_Library_57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've arribed at home right now from library of Figueres, where I was studying two exams and I've seen that in this place, every day, there are more people. Every time, there are more people who need go there and be concentrated. I think it's great.&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nowadays, everybody has a while to waste the time playing with the computer... Messenger, fotologs, facebooks, hotmails, news.. And it's incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think if we saw the world by a magnifying glass, we would see how many of people are using the PC at the same time. I'm sure it would be incredible...! Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, for these reasons, every time libraries are fuller of people, becasue all of us need concentration and we know er can finde it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I have a question (or a reflection): when I go there alone (the most of times), I have always insecurity about... "WHO WILL BE NEXT TO ME?" jaja. And it makes me a little bit nervous sometimes... &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:arial;"&gt;Well, that's all I wanted to say... Today I'm very chatty ;p!&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:arial;"&gt;I have to go to dinner,&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye people*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-4054516699489975548?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/4054516699489975548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=4054516699489975548' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4054516699489975548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4054516699489975548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-often-go-to-library.html' title='Do you often go to the library?'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRGgtnnXII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BI_soVE0Mt8/s72-c/031505_Divinity_Library_57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-1253691427483376414</id><published>2009-02-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:58:48.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University system'/><title type='text'>Is University's system better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRALMpYtKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ldn9GSpffKI/s1600-h/resources_students_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301933222439466146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRALMpYtKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ldn9GSpffKI/s400/resources_students_home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the period of Research Project has finished and now it's time to take relax..&lt;br /&gt;Relax? NO! In this course there won't be never relax!! I'm very stressed with the exams.., week by week, and it seems to me those we'll never finish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being in the University and follow the system of there (through the approval of "Pla Bolonya"). I d'nt mind about this new project...! Do you, classmates?&lt;br /&gt;I said that because in University you start tour classes, during which there are only CLASSES (taking notes, doing activities, etc), and then, once classes have finished, it's time to concentrate withh EXAMS, so you only have to study and pass (jeje) the exams.. In this period you don't go to school! You have already done all the activities so you only have to study them!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this system is perfect, and I know that I'll value it a lot next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-1253691427483376414?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/1253691427483376414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=1253691427483376414' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1253691427483376414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1253691427483376414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-universitys-system-better.html' title='Is University&apos;s system better?'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SZRALMpYtKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ldn9GSpffKI/s72-c/resources_students_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-8858933956127412401</id><published>2009-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:46:46.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having a good time'/><title type='text'>Having a good time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWS8nEw39hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DldYuGCRH0w/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288559241919460882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWS8nEw39hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DldYuGCRH0w/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hellooooooo! Tomorrow classes of second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; term start but today I'm fine, what's more, I'm very happy! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you can see, I saw snow these Xmas! These photos were taken yesterday in Olot, my family is from there and journalists are talking all the day about the snow in different places so we decided to go there and see it! Moreover, yesterday was 6th of January, and what's up that day? The Epiphany! ;p So we visited each house of my family's people, because my little cousins had presents there as well. I hope Three Wise Men gave to all of you a lot of presents ;p.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my little cousins is Laura, who is in the third photo that I've uploaded. She was shouting and smiling (that's her all over :). The first one is me, in the middle of snow :), the second one is an avenue, and the last one is my dad's car, it was full of snow !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were having a very good time. It was great, not much times in our places it's snow, so we have to enjoy it as soon as it's possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, ¿tomorrow? I don't want to think about it yet... lol. I'm not ready yet. I can't believe that tomorrow I'll come back to rutine, ¡oh my God!. But well, it will be a stress year, yes, but it will be a very funny year too, though this course will finish soon (except with Selectivitat), we'll go to London early on, and we'll start a new life, we'll study what we want to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it will be fantastic. Good luck people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-8858933956127412401?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/8858933956127412401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=8858933956127412401' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8858933956127412401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8858933956127412401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-good-time.html' title='Having a good time!'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWS8nEw39hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DldYuGCRH0w/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-9004598867704751426</id><published>2008-12-31T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:13:05.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take care of these things.'/><title type='text'>¿Do you want one of these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWSplNWWWHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Y4l-AmqnTSU/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288538319143458930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWSplNWWWHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Y4l-AmqnTSU/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWSoPGwqJnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZGh9Gzi2AuI/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288536839906010738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 7px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWSoPGwqJnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZGh9Gzi2AuI/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your answer is yes, take care, you're wrong.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us, doing unconsciously one of these little things, are making our lives worse. I think it's one of the most important problems of the life; more dangerous than the famous Economic Crisis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know there are a lot of people who are addicted to these things, but we have to take care of it, because it only causes us harms in our bodies and it limits our lives. We're the only one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who can change it, who can solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For example, if you, every day, have three or more beers, wine drinks or another alcoholic drink, you're increasing your risk of develop Mum's cancer like smoking a packet of cigarettes daily as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I go to parties I'm very surprised about how many people are smoking there, or how many people, of my age for example, are having beers (more than one!) every day. &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:arial;"&gt;Do you really want a beer now? Or a cigarette?&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:arial;"&gt;I repeat: we're the only one who can decide about our life, and who can, of course,SOLVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Take care friends ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1453472640603323934-9004598867704751426?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/9004598867704751426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=9004598867704751426' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/9004598867704751426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/9004598867704751426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-want-one-of-these.html' title='¿Do you want one of these?'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SWSplNWWWHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Y4l-AmqnTSU/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5295926219421114252</id><published>2008-12-12T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:36:07.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>Relax_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SUu748dUtVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7oBtatZA9R4/s1600-h/brightside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281521574998226258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SUu748dUtVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7oBtatZA9R4/s400/brightside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do in your stressing moments?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, as most of you know, I'm a very nervous person jeje, and moreover, I'm an optimistic person... But like all of you, I have some moment to stop, think... and then I become a very pessimistic person... I see everything with a negative view...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I do in my pessimistic moments? I love going away with somebody. I'm lucky to having a great person who wants to share these moments with me, and he brings me in different places... Llançà (photo), El port de la Selva, Girona, Sant Martí d'Empúries, in Sant Pere Pescador's seaside, Palau, Roses, Cadaqués, l'Escala, ... and more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we're in a stressing time (specially it happens to me, though I'm in 2n of batxillerat and it's a difficult moment and he knows it), we love leaving our places and go away... to cut ourselves off from our world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need sitting down in a seaside, or in a restaurant which is in front of the sea, and be calm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure I'll continue being too nervous, of course, so I'll love, once I've driving licence, take my car and go away for hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to thank him very much for it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I show you a song which can help you to relax... (I love it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMGyl-l3qqc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMGyl-l3qqc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5295926219421114252?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5295926219421114252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5295926219421114252' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5295926219421114252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5295926219421114252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/12/relax.html' title='Relax_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SUu748dUtVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7oBtatZA9R4/s72-c/brightside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7848374959222720507</id><published>2008-12-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:06:36.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Today start my SECOND TERM's blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7848374959222720507?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7848374959222720507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7848374959222720507' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7848374959222720507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7848374959222720507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-starts-my-second-terms-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6281025052527700584</id><published>2008-11-26T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:20:22.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excursions of Batxillerat'/><title type='text'>ExcursionS_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1mJErw_sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BbqCk97AysY/s1600-h/bcn+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272983044782882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1mJErw_sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BbqCk97AysY/s400/bcn+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi class! This is my last entry for this term!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last year and this one are a very difficult years about studies. We don't have a lot of time to dedicate to our homeworks, we have every week exams (and these aren't very easy...), and this year, moreover, we have the Investigation Work! It's very stressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today in English's class we all had a discussion about if computers have made the world a better place, but before we talked about the famous trip to London in February!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For this reason, now I was thinking about all excursions we did these two (stressing) years... jeje! And we can't complain about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If we remember where we went to, we noticed that we had the chance to visit a lot of places.. And all of them were very interesting, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, remember: the first excursion Social-Humanistics of 1st Batxillerat was in Barcelona. We went to see Grease's musical, but we had a lot of free time to go around, it was fantastic. I remember a lot of anecdotes of that day yet. Weeks later, we went to Autonomous University of Barcelona, in February we watched the play of Anna Frank (Catalan's excursion) and in March we went to Perpinyà. There we visited a high school, it was VERY interesting because we saw costums of French students... Most of all girls wore the same BAG (it wasn't a ruckback, it was a bag!), very funny :). In April all Batxillerats went to "Teaching salon", the place where inform us about all Universities we can go next year, and finally, we visited University of Girona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to a lot of excursions, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year there are also very interesting proposals: Humanistics, as Literature's excursion, went to "Kosmópolis, the party of Literature" in Barcelona, and with Social class, all together went to Barcelona too, but to visit MNAC, Fundació Miró and a work of Van de Rhol, as Art History's excursion (it was great!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moreover, Piñero said to us that in January we'll go again to Autonomous University of Barcelona and I was very happy, because possibly I'll go there to study my degree, and I feel like going to the talks of each degree! This year I chose same degrees like the last one: Translation and Interpretation (in the morning) and Journalism (in the afternoon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, as you all know, it's possible to go to London in February... I'm sure we'll go there, it will be great! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The photo that I picked up is in "Kosmópolis, the party of Literature" (this year)... It was a good excursion with Humanistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm with Dani doing silly things, like always &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Excursions are great to meet better my people though in class we can't talk a lot, we have to work! jeje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to everybody who is around me because thanks to them excursions (and everything) are fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1453472640603323934-6281025052527700584?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6281025052527700584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6281025052527700584' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6281025052527700584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6281025052527700584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/11/excursions.html' title='ExcursionS_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1mJErw_sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BbqCk97AysY/s72-c/bcn+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7968452055859514481</id><published>2008-11-25T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:21:29.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio programme'/><title type='text'>Radio programme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1aUZemz8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/nfUg2qwXZiY/s1600-h/TodayStudio460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970045203861442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1aUZemz8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/nfUg2qwXZiY/s400/TodayStudio460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my dreams is working in a radio programme (or what's more, creating a new radio station!), so I invented a scipt of programme...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Helloooo audience! Welcome, once again, to our programme: "What's new?"! I know it's 8 o'clock of a monday's morning but it's time to take forces for all the week! So, come on to know the news! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nowadays the society follow asking if this event of the British girl of 13 years old, Hannah, who has decided to die after suffering so much because of a cancer in the bone marrow, is a fair event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctors detected her leukaemia when she was 8 years old, so imagine it, she hasn't never been able to live free. At that time, she had to do the treatment for the cancer, but now doctors noticed that this treatment has caused damages in her heart and now only works a 10% of the heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctors said to Hannah that if she wants she can have an operation, even though it's not sure she could recover, and Hannah decided to follow the treatments and not have the operation. She knows that she'll die in a few months but she feels very tired of this horrific situation, this horrific life... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think? It's a decent dead or it's just life in a dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, meanwhile you're thinking about what you'll say to us, I know it's very sad but it's the life.. we can't do anything, so we put a song to cheer this moment up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next song is from the famous Rihanna, nowadays the favourite singer of a lot of people, and it's "DISTURBIA", her last single: it's amazing. Enjoy its great rhythm! Rihanna!"&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:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1G_4CU8Ds0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1G_4CU8Ds0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7968452055859514481?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7968452055859514481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7968452055859514481' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7968452055859514481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7968452055859514481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/11/radio-programme.html' title='Radio programme'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SS1aUZemz8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/nfUg2qwXZiY/s72-c/TodayStudio460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6596698097970019777</id><published>2008-11-09T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:51:58.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sé lo que hicisteis'/><title type='text'>SLQH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRhLbImzlZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z9VH_KuNBMI/s1600-h/SLQH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267042693748594066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRhLbImzlZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z9VH_KuNBMI/s400/SLQH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know this programme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it ok for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sé lo que hicisteis...&lt;/em&gt; ("I know what you've done...") is a humour TV programme which is programmed in La Sexta's channel. It broadcasts every day (from monday to friday) and it lasts, more or less, 2 hours. This programme is compound for Patricia Conde, Ángel Martín (who I met in Madrid last year ;p), Miki Nadal, Pilar Rubio and Dani Mateo. These are the main characters, but Ángel Martin is the director. Every collaborator has his section which starts with the song that he has chose (I supose with their favourite song). It's very original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They criticize and make fun of gossip programmes, stressing always the news item. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sé lo que hicisteis...&lt;/em&gt; is in its 4th season, it started to broadcast in 2006.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought to talk about it because nowadays there's a controversy with this programme: They made SO fun of &lt;em&gt;Está pasando (&lt;/em&gt;T5's programme) and it wasn't agree with SLQH. They reacted in the worst way, u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ntil decided to bring this item in the judge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally, &lt;em&gt;Está pasando&lt;/em&gt; won and now &lt;em&gt;Sé lo que hicisteis...&lt;/em&gt; can not broadcast ANY pictures of T5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's outrageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is said that SLQH will lost audience though they won't have too much images to show like before. It's a shame, because SLQH was the programme with the largest audience of La Sexta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But... What can I say? I'll follow watching them!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-6596698097970019777?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6596698097970019777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6596698097970019777' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6596698097970019777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6596698097970019777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/11/slqh.html' title='SLQH'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRhLbImzlZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z9VH_KuNBMI/s72-c/SLQH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7919038929512526313</id><published>2008-11-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:40:14.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works of Art Contemporary'/><title type='text'>Jeff Faerber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRdLHUpf60I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0DZvL8Dsa84/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266760878407019330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRdLHUpf60I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0DZvL8Dsa84/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Faerber is an artist who was born in the area of Brooklyn of New York (EE.UU). He belongs to Contemporary Art's artists. It is said that he's one of the artists who better relate the works with their title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the photo that I put I want to show you my favourite works of Faerber, and you can see how in one there is George Bush, its title is "Liar, liar". You can see also another work where there's a boat, and it's Titanic's boat with Pisa Tower. This work of art is called, by Jeff Faerber, "Imagining a desaster"... The desaster about if Pisa Tower suffered the Titanic's desaster. This one is great for me. Or another example like the work where there are two heads, its title is "Pieces". The image of a man who has in her brain a big wave is called "Tsunami blues", or the image in which there are some people in a city and everything is full of Ads has the title of "Attack of the Ads", a current problem of the society of nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, my favourite work of art by Jeff Faerber is the man who hasn't mouth, it's eliminated, its title is "Silence is a dangerous sound".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Faerber often draws nude people, very beautiful works of art, and also comics, for me, very original. I think he's one of the best artists. He draws in a very particular way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7919038929512526313?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7919038929512526313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7919038929512526313' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7919038929512526313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7919038929512526313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/11/jeff-faerber.html' title='Jeff Faerber'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRdLHUpf60I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0DZvL8Dsa84/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-476312946219575624</id><published>2008-11-02T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:59:27.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><title type='text'>Yes you can, Obama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRbbCk4q-qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Il4l9dpTMeM/s1600-h/Barck+Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266637651563969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRbbCk4q-qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Il4l9dpTMeM/s400/Barck+Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moment of changes has come, right now yes, an absolute change. This is the moment to open the doors to a liberal world in America. A lot of years ago, who could believe it? Who could promise that it would happen, that a black person, like Obama, could govern EE.UU.? NO one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;270 votes that have set a safety and a faithfulness up towards Nord America's society. 270 votes between black people, fans of Hilary Clinton and the young people in front of republican forces who thought to recieve more votes, but it didn't happen. The Ohio, Florida, Pensylvania and California's estates, this time, have been unfaithful to McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama has get a high number of internacional allieds which are waiting impacient to be able to collaborate on EE.UU's politics, and this time, a politics that is absolutely democratic. In that aspect, a politic change will produce. But I think that an important social change will produce too, and to notice ourself we don't need going too far: a black president in America? Black? In the last century, for a black person there wasn't way to can get on a bus of New York, for example, and now is a black person who has all America in her hands. This change has produced another view about the concept of "black", it has produced an easy and no scronful mention of "black" to a black person. From now, when a citizen cross with a black in the street, he'll observe him different, or better: he'll treat him absolutely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my personal view it will be a social and politic change, yes, but it will be a great change. I hope everything will be alright as he said, because Obama promise, and a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-476312946219575624?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/476312946219575624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=476312946219575624' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/476312946219575624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/476312946219575624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-you-can-obama.html' title='Yes you can, Obama.'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SRbbCk4q-qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Il4l9dpTMeM/s72-c/Barck+Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-2564943360577975144</id><published>2008-10-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:18:04.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma Police - Radiohead'/><title type='text'>Music...? It's essential for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for this reason, it's tradition starting my blog with one of my favourite songs. This year, I put a song from a music group from Las Vegas... I hope going on its concert in Razzmatazz (Barcelona) on the 21st of March!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263323679244003298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SQsU__89p-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/hcPPfluB2E4/s400/The_Killers_+M%27encanta!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Enjoy it! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE ME NATALIE - THE KILLERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe me, Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your last chance to find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A go-go dance to disco now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please believe me, Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your last chance to find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go-go dance to disco now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget what they said in Soho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave the oh-no's out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And believe me, Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is... your last chance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is an old cliche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under your Monet, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the arch of roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right above your couch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget what they said in Soho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave the oh-no's out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, there is an old cliche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under your Monet, baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You left the station now to the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With speculation, what was it for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In that old hallway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moses, why don't you say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been away for a long time...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe me, Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your last chance (your last chance, your last chance...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To find a go-go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Forget what they said in Soho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And walk away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my dreams for us can't get you through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one more day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's alright by me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God help me somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no time for survival left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now...Cause this might be your last chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To disco, oh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/SPAN&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHXcjl5KoRU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHXcjl5KoRU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LeLAELIxKY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need music all the time: every morning, before to go to school, I always turn on the radio to listen songs, so I wake up with good mood... I also listen it when I have a shower... :), when I want to relax me too... and even every sunday's morning I wake up with classic music that my father put with a high volume... If never happens something, I would miss it a lot...&lt;br /&gt;- The music is great, don't you think? -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-2564943360577975144?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/2564943360577975144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=2564943360577975144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2564943360577975144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2564943360577975144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-its-essential-for-me.html' title='Music...? It&apos;s essential for me.'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SQsU__89p-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/hcPPfluB2E4/s72-c/The_Killers_+M%27encanta!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-1559694835908333808</id><published>2008-10-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:05:41.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2n batxillerat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today starts my blog of SECOND of BATXILLERAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-1559694835908333808?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/1559694835908333808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=1559694835908333808' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1559694835908333808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1559694835908333808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/10/2n-batxillerat.html' title='2n batxillerat'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7190379293956396490</id><published>2008-06-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:38.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><title type='text'>MADRID_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmE9tHY4LI/AAAAAAAAANo/hqpb0tqr2Ls/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208840639648161970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmE9tHY4LI/AAAAAAAAANo/hqpb0tqr2Ls/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOOOOPLE! It's the last entry that I do in my blog!!!! I'll talk to you about a little trip that I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approximately a month ago I went with my family (this time only with my mum and with my dad, my brother couldn't) in Madrid during four days! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We toke the new AVE in Barcelona and in only 3 hours we were in Madrid... It was a quite and a great route!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We stayed in a Hotel that was very very nice and in the center of the city: in a perfect zone to move with any transport. We did a lot of things: we visited the Prado's museum, Thyssen-Bornemisza's museum, the Real Palace, the Retiro's park (the photo I put is taken there) and we walked all the streets of the wonderful city... I considered Madrid as a city very clean and very elegant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY! I met there with some famous persons :D ! For example, I met Josep Llobató, the journalist (I heard his voice and yes! He was! He was going out of a bar. My father toke us a photo and we talked a while ;p ), I saw Gorka (a character of a TV's serie: "Física y Química"), Manu Guix (I love this music), and walking in Gran Via's Madrid I crashed with a person, and he was Angel Martín, one of the presenters of "Sé lo que hicisteis" in La sexta's channel!! haha. It was great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm walking in a big city I'm always with opened eyes to see some famous person... And, on the other hand, my brother does'nt understand me... Because he never sees any famous in Barcelona (when he's there during the week, haha).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I love traveling, I love knowing news worlds, news traditions, ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have to travel if we like it, though we are lazy to do it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7190379293956396490?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7190379293956396490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7190379293956396490' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7190379293956396490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7190379293956396490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/06/madrid.html' title='MADRID_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmE9tHY4LI/AAAAAAAAANo/hqpb0tqr2Ls/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-659332596438285325</id><published>2008-06-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:38.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos.'/><title type='text'>PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEQ4WbRHLTI/AAAAAAAAANY/6oN7shg336A/s1600-h/marina_io.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207349027074944306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEQ4WbRHLTI/AAAAAAAAANY/6oN7shg336A/s400/marina_io.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I'd like to talk about what photos mean for us. Well, as you know, we always like photograph some people, or landscapes, or buildings, or streets, ... But, what does a photo mean?&lt;br /&gt;To explain me I'll talk about the afternoon in the seaside of Empuriabrava, with Marina (photos that I've put). I enjoyed a lot that moment... Even she's special for photos! :) haha! It was this summer, an afternoon that I hadn't to work in Golf, as you know ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love photograph her, I think she's very photogenic ( like Gemma and Claudia, my other girls ). She has a very nice face, a very nice shape of the face. When I photograph her she always make a very good impression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the only things that will stay in this life are photos and songs.&lt;/em&gt; So we must keep all the photos, because now when you see some old photo that you maybe didn't remember...It's very funny! isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;At the moment we photograph something and it's kept on the PC and before, for example when I went to travel with my family... All photos made my father were developped.. And now I think it will be difficult to kept all photos to remember later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How will I be able to show to my grandchildren my photos when I was younger? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See you tomoorrow people...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-659332596438285325?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/659332596438285325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=659332596438285325' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/659332596438285325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/659332596438285325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos.html' title='PHOTOS'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEQ4WbRHLTI/AAAAAAAAANY/6oN7shg336A/s72-c/marina_io.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3014566805906952262</id><published>2008-05-31T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:39.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Summer'/><title type='text'>THE SUMMER_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEu5TbcGCrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vf6ZK-6viM0/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209461137418357426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEu5TbcGCrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vf6ZK-6viM0/s400/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi peopleee! Today I want to talk to you about the summers.. And I'll start telling you about one of the Castelló's bar... : "El Maceli". This bar is only open in summers. It's in a garden (a very nice garden) behind the Santa Maria's Cathedral (Castelló's cathedral) and you can see from there a great landscape (the irrigation channel, the fields and Roses, Pau, Sta Margarida,...) It's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;In the garden there are the tables (big and small tables) and sun loungers, with a nice music, and you can go there and having a dinner, that in the menu there are nice courses but these are a little bit expensive, or you can go there and drink something with a good company! :)&lt;br /&gt;My friends and me love this bar, and the last summer it wasn't open but this next one the owner wants to open it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;If somebody would asks me if I prefer the summer or winter... I'd answer him that I prefer the summer!! :D I love going with a t-shirt, with shorts and the bikini underneath... ;p&lt;br /&gt;This photo is taken in 2006's summer, it was my birthday (4th july) and it's the Maceli's bar :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like coming back in summer's routine...*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3014566805906952262?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3014566805906952262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3014566805906952262' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3014566805906952262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3014566805906952262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='THE SUMMER_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEu5TbcGCrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vf6ZK-6viM0/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-4753683004061787460</id><published>2008-05-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:39.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Beat it&quot;'/><title type='text'>BEAT IT - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEAOzC-Y94I/AAAAAAAAANI/B_0nbEn97jw/s1600-h/michael_jackson_-_invincible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206177439374964610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEAOzC-Y94I/AAAAAAAAANI/B_0nbEn97jw/s400/michael_jackson_-_invincible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They told him don't you ever come around here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So beat it, just beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You better run, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you better do what you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wanna be tough, better do what you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're out to get you, better leave while you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wanna stay alive, better do what you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So beat it, just beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have to show them that you're really not scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They'll kick you, then they beat you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then they'll tell you it's fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favourite song of Michael Jackson: &lt;em&gt;BEAT IT!&lt;/em&gt; I consider him the most singular artist! I I think that a lot of years will pass, but his songs will always be modern (like Queen's group) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love their songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUi2UCPe7Yo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUi2UCPe7Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-4753683004061787460?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/4753683004061787460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=4753683004061787460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4753683004061787460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4753683004061787460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/05/beat-it-michael-jackson.html' title='BEAT IT - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEAOzC-Y94I/AAAAAAAAANI/B_0nbEn97jw/s72-c/michael_jackson_-_invincible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-9129603368757589558</id><published>2008-05-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:39.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A perfect night.'/><title type='text'>A GREAT PARTY_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmK9BHbgbI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXDd1PF09JI/s1600-h/collage107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208847224906940850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmK9BHbgbI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXDd1PF09JI/s400/collage107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY I WENT IN A GREAT PARTY!!! Perfect, perfect.. It was a perfect party and a perfect night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was Albert Alegrí's birthday (the boyfriend of one of my best friends, Gemma) so she organized a secret party for him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us, 40 people, were waiting in a boat until he arrived. He was very surprised, he didn't know it! We already started to drink there, and the boat brought us in Montjoi's cove and there continued the night! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a great zone... Very isolated... With a nice seaside, nice bungalows, a disco, a karaoke... And it was not cold, on the contrary, it was hot! Gemma was very nervous for this party, but everything was alright! I met a lot of people, and everybody were in a perfect elemental! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This night(and morning, of course haha) is one of the moments that I won't forget!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Gemma, and thanks to everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you on Mondaaaay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-9129603368757589558?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/9129603368757589558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=9129603368757589558' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/9129603368757589558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/9129603368757589558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-party.html' title='A GREAT PARTY_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEmK9BHbgbI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXDd1PF09JI/s72-c/collage107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-8059203976680364590</id><published>2008-05-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:17:12.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A translation done by me'/><title type='text'>A translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ct2L0JXE_AI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ct2L0JXE_AI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always been interesed about the languages, so one year ago I decided to fill a notebook with the songs I chose and the translations I did with them, to learn more about the languages(I do it only in English and in Italian), so one of the songs I've translated is which I picked up here. I chose this song because the lyrics of Ivan Ferreiro's are my favourite. I think this one (called "Ciudadano A") speaks to politicals... hehe :) It's good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... It's my translation (In any songs I've done for the moment I used the free translators of Internet or something similar, of course).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CIUDADANO A - IVÁN FERREIRO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No suelo pensar, que los demás teman por mí, a lo mejor supones que soy un animal, lo más silvestre que esta piedra que enojó el día que yo vi lo miserable que podía ser lo miserable. No suelo pensar que los demás me entienden ni un momento, y una vez que empiezo a hablar mis vomitonas me convierten en un descarado. Sí, tienes razón es complicado mantener el tipo en cualquier situación. Ya ves, yo sobrevivo a base de basura y desencuentro. No podrás decir que no te dije lo que había un día en su momento, mírate bien, estas inflado de mediocridad. No, suelo decir lo repugnante que resulta veros en la tele haciendo bailar los numeritos en las tablas vuestras putas casas son de verdad, y a mí me da que todo es de mentira. Vi como una vez cambiabas todo en el telediario. Vi a todos llorar es imposible contenerme ahora no consigo. Vi a tu mujer como besaba a todos en Madrid en las calles; y a ti en Berlín vendiendo Europa a los americanos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INHABITANT A - IVÁN FERREIRO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I don’t use to think that the rest are afraid for me, maybe you suppose that I’m an animal, the wildest that this stone which got mad the day when I saw how miserable you could be, the miserable. I don’t use to think that the rest sometimes have understand me, and once I start to talk about my vomits then these turn me into a cheeky. Yes, you’re right, maintaining the type in any situation is complicated. Come on, I survive based on trash and failure. You won’t be able to say that I didn’t say to you what there was one time, look at you: you’re swollen of vulgarisation. No, I use to say how revolting you seem to me in TV dancing those numbers on the tables, your houses are real houses, and all seem to me that is false. I saw when you changed everything in news program. I saw everyone cries, I don’t get to containing me now, it’s impossible. I saw your wife kissing all the men in the streets of Madrid; and you selling Europe in Berlin to American people...&lt;br /&gt;What I’ll never get...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-8059203976680364590?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/8059203976680364590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=8059203976680364590' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8059203976680364590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8059203976680364590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/06/translation.html' title='A translation'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-357741430236074005</id><published>2008-05-17T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:39.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OT ;)'/><title type='text'>OPERACIÓN TRIUNFO_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEpXuXAEEOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/i8TkJL8swGs/s1600-h/operacion+triunfooooooooooo+%3D).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209072372967280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEpXuXAEEOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/i8TkJL8swGs/s400/operacion+triunfooooooooooo+%3D).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hellooooo! How are you? Today I'm happy! I have finished a big project of Spanish Literature... It was a horrible project! argh, I'm tired of this subject! But well, now I'm fine so... Perfect! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I'd like talk to you about Operación Triunfo's programme... I'm a BIG FAN of this programme! haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen all the programmes of all editions they've done (4 editions, and now they'are doing the 5th!) and I bought all the CD's... Haha! Moreover, every day I watch the Operacion Triunfo's channel (24 hours live). Now I only need go in OT's stage and see the programme from there! (possibly 17th of June I go there, with my boyfriend - that he doesn't like this programme haha- but his cousin works in Gestmusic :)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know everything about this programme, and sometimes when I talk with somebody about OT and I see that this person didn't see all OT's or he/she isn't on the programme, I prefer don't talk about this topic because I get worked up! You know? I think veeery highly of this programme :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In every gala I'm very nervous because I follow every day the contestants, their songs, etc., and I want that the performance of my favourite contestants will be right! Like a boy get nervous in a football match! jeje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met some people who laugh at this programme when I told them that I love it, but well, I don't care what they think, I'm very proud of OT! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PD.; This photo is the logotip of OT's actual edition, 2008! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-357741430236074005?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/357741430236074005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=357741430236074005' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/357741430236074005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/357741430236074005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/05/operacin-triunfo.html' title='OPERACIÓN TRIUNFO_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEpXuXAEEOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/i8TkJL8swGs/s72-c/operacion+triunfooooooooooo+%3D).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7817336184616667681</id><published>2008-05-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:39.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journalism'/><title type='text'>Journalism*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9qW4uRcNNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kYxegQWY3qk/s1600-h/journalism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616622853829842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9qW4uRcNNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kYxegQWY3qk/s400/journalism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellooooo! How are you? I'm fine! I'm very excited today, I want to do a lot of things right now! :)&lt;br /&gt;I was watching all the details of my "posible future degree": journalism.&lt;br /&gt;This degree consists in 4 years to do almost all the obligatory subjects, but the total of credits I have to do in all these years is about 320. The subjects with whose procedures I'm more excited are: History of the current world, theory and skill of the photojournalism, edition in press, interviews and reportage wireless, workshop of writing of radio, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People say that the first three years are more theoretical and from the third year of the degree most of the subjects are more practical, like working in a radio, etc. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;A journalist usually used to be a person who likes to show all his ideas and opinions, all he/she discovered, all his photos, etc. And I think I'm more or less of this way: I like being valued from what I get.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A person who has the capacity to mix with the others, who has some knowledge about languages, a critic and discreet person who has to have the availability to work without schedule.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I went to UAB (Autonomous University of Barcelona) I chose to go to journalisms's talk, and as a journalist said: a journalist have to be a gossip person :) and I'm usaully the last person who find out about news but I'm the first when I'm interested about ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would like to be a good journalist, introduce me in a certain world like in press, sports, economy, politicals, in the radio or maybe in the TV, etc. There are some professional exits: working in the radio, in the TV, in Internet doors, in publishing houses, in a company, ... But, what I would like more? I would like being especially a correspondent abroad, being near or in a very distant country to report about possible wars there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In general, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;his degree inspires me very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7817336184616667681?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7817336184616667681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7817336184616667681' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7817336184616667681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7817336184616667681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/03/journalism.html' title='Journalism*'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9qW4uRcNNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kYxegQWY3qk/s72-c/journalism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-2457443492587122520</id><published>2008-05-04T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:40.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrakes'/><title type='text'>EVERYTHING HAS A FINAL_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvu_AmwAII/AAAAAAAAAPo/oY6oVWztVvM/s1600-h/BARRAKES+FGS08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520160245809282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvu_AmwAII/AAAAAAAAAPo/oY6oVWztVvM/s400/BARRAKES+FGS08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hiiiiiii! I have a bad news: Yesterday finished Stalls of Figueres!!! :( But I had there a very good moments! These holidays were great, for me! Relax, sun, and a lot of party :)&lt;br /&gt;This photo is with my girls- Gemma, Claudia, Marina and me - in one of the nights that we went to Stalls! We were just in the zone that is in front of the stage, in the grass, a mythy place for the nights of Barrakes! haha. I always found there everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Every year I love going to Boomerang (one of attractions in the stall) but this year with my friends, we decided having a dinner every night and then go only to Barrakes...&lt;br /&gt;We met a lot of new people, we went with our friends, I met a lot of people that I haven't seen a long time ago, I danced a lot, I shouted a lot, I talked with my people lots of hours, with my girls we passed a lot of good moments, there wasn't any problem, there were laughs, shouts, embraces, kisses, tears, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like going to discos, etc... But, the elemental of stalls, for me, it's great! I meet somebody that can't stand it, the stalls'elemental, he/she prefers going to a disco, a closed place, but from time to time I want to go to a party in the streets! (especially in the summers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, this year, for me, these nights in Barrakes were very special! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1453472640603323934-2457443492587122520?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/2457443492587122520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=2457443492587122520' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2457443492587122520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/2457443492587122520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='EVERYTHING HAS A FINAL_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvu_AmwAII/AAAAAAAAAPo/oY6oVWztVvM/s72-c/BARRAKES+FGS08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6770537824540182610</id><published>2008-04-26T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:40.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My flute'/><title type='text'>MY FLUTE_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvFb5_NPMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzF1sKtMrQo/s1600-h/flauta%3D).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209474477197180098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvFb5_NPMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzF1sKtMrQo/s400/flauta%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, people!! It's the first entry of the Third Term ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you can see in the photo, I play an instrument: the flute :) So today I want to tell you about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm playing the flute ten years ago, yes, a lot of years ago already, these ran very fast! I still remember the first class in the old Music's School of Castello. I went there with my best friend, Marina, both wanted to play the flute and we started that day and neither of us stopped with it yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did a lot of extra-school activities, like basket, swimming, ballet, volley... and I left them, but the music, never. For the moment I don't want to leave it, but I don't know how I'll be able to play the flute when I'll go to Barcelona in University to study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a very nervous person, and when I need to let off steam, playing the flute is a perfect means to do it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's clear that I had some times that I was bored with the flute, but there are other times that I'm very proud of it, and after so many years now I have a high level so it's easier to enjoy the instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that there will be a day when I'll leave the flute, but now I don't want to think about it... Anyway, I'll never forget it! :(*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-6770537824540182610?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6770537824540182610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6770537824540182610' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6770537824540182610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6770537824540182610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-flute.html' title='MY FLUTE_'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/SEvFb5_NPMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzF1sKtMrQo/s72-c/flauta%3D).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3322287030483931558</id><published>2008-03-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:41.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My cat ;p'/><title type='text'>Misha! ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9mmX-RcNII/AAAAAAAAAJk/QM7_wab8FoE/s1600-h/misha0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177352177422447746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9mmX-RcNII/AAAAAAAAAJk/QM7_wab8FoE/s400/misha0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Today I've finished my exams (I'm very happy) so I decided to watch some old photos that I forgot... And suddenly, I found this special photo which I upload: my cat standing on the two back paus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her name is &lt;/strong&gt;Misha&lt;strong&gt; and I had her when I was five years old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One morning she suddenly appeared at home, I taked her with me and I went upstairs to say to my mum if we could have the cat with us. She asked to my father but Albert, my brother, appeared at the moment and he tried to convince them too. Finally, we got it :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember some time with her: my brother and me used to play with toy cars and she came to destroy everything because she wanted to play with us. I remember that I loved dancing with her: I used to take her front paus and move them singing and laughing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a little bit nervous because I also remember that when she listened music she started to move and not stopping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly we saw that she was getting misteriously fat, day after day, her tummy was growing and finally we discovered that she was pregnant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a few weeks she had 5 little kittens but after some months she felt ill and we took her to the vet to be sacrificated and we gave the kittens to some other families. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the one of these kittens who survived was "Tigrina" who still lives with a family, another died after being run over and about the rest we think they were killed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even so, I enjoyed a lot the experience of having a cat at home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3322287030483931558?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3322287030483931558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3322287030483931558' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3322287030483931558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3322287030483931558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/03/misha-p.html' title='Misha! ;p'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9mmX-RcNII/AAAAAAAAAJk/QM7_wab8FoE/s72-c/misha0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-953509935364104621</id><published>2008-03-06T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:41.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Frank'/><title type='text'>Anna Frank - Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9AXBGjBHhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CGxwO3iSCko/s1600-h/anne-frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174661279553494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9AXBGjBHhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CGxwO3iSCko/s400/anne-frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes we forget these people, we forget this teenager girl, who had obstacles and illusions. She whised to be free, to live on details about outside again, silly things, but these take part in freedom. She wished to be the best journalist, and in october to set down in her chair in the class surrounded by her classmates, to become that girl so happy and full of life, after to being during two years locked in "the house at the back". But no, finally she finished sitting in the train way to concentration camps, without receiving no notice about her family, but with the company of Margot, with whom deutsch people cropped their hairs. The girls were taken by them to tents. But luck didn't go with her again in march of 1945, when because of the illness of the typhus, bald and tremulous she felt that everything was running out... That with only sixteen years old everything was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm reading "The Diary of Anna Frank" book, and I'm very indignant about this story. Apart from her situation, I feel very identified with her character and she wanted to be a good journalist like me, and it make me feel closer with Anna's main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no joy in my heart, only sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sad as a man can be&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone in the darkness of my lonely room.&lt;br /&gt;And this room is a prison to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want to be free - Elvis Presley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-953509935364104621?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/953509935364104621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=953509935364104621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/953509935364104621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/953509935364104621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/03/anna-frank.html' title='Anna Frank - Holocaust'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R9AXBGjBHhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CGxwO3iSCko/s72-c/anne-frank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-7083523602295368309</id><published>2008-02-18T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:42.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><title type='text'>TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7mtPcCz3RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WZcCikKtYzU/s1600-h/leonard+cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168352528121978130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7mtPcCz3RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WZcCikKtYzU/s400/leonard+cohen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span &gt;A photo of Leonard Cohen recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Today I'm happy and I decided to do a test :D I translated the questions, these are from a test that is passed fotolog by fotolog, you know?, and I answered with titles of the songs of some group of music, and I chose Leonard Cohen. It's like this test works. I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you a man or a woman? I'M YOUR MAN(WOMAN)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Describe you: YOU KNOW WHO I AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do people think about you? EVERYBODY KNOWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How do you describe your last relation? HEY, THAT'S NO WAY TO SAY GOODBYE / CLOSING TIME/ MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Describe your current relation: I CAN'T FORGET / LOVER, LOVER , LOVER / I CAME SO FAR FOR BEAUTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where would you like to be right now? ON THAT DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How are you in love? HUMBLED IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How is your life? LIGHT AS THE BREEZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What would you say if you could ask a wish? THE FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Wise sentence: AIN'T NO CURE FOR LOVE / LOVE CALLS YOU BY YOUR NAME / LOVE ITSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Your frame of mind at the moment: HALLELUJAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What would you say to your special person? A THOUSAND KISSES DEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you want to be in this life? THE FUTURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the love for you? IN MY SECRET LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you think about the distance? WHY DON'T YOU TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What do you want? STORIES FO THE STREET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Always: BE FOR REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168352669855898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7mtXsCz3SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2jkEhB70p0w/s400/leonard+cohen444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photo of Leonard Cohen in 1968.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-7083523602295368309?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/7083523602295368309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=7083523602295368309' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7083523602295368309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/7083523602295368309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/02/test.html' title='TEST'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7mtPcCz3RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WZcCikKtYzU/s72-c/leonard+cohen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3764839262016819739</id><published>2008-02-12T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:42.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnivaaaaaal'/><title type='text'>CARNIVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7HgIMCz3JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jzUtPRNnzhU/s1600-h/carnaval+dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166156678847257746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7HgIMCz3JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jzUtPRNnzhU/s400/carnaval+dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellooooooo! Today's a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking of Carnavil's nights during all day :D These nights were fantasticcc! How you can see in the photo, we dressed up as "Colegialas". It was an unbelievable Carnival! :) Particulary, maybe it was better than last Carnival... I think so. Although last Carnival I spend a little bit moments with a special person and like always, it does the night a special night, you know? And this Carnival my special person wasn't there but I spend a lot of time with my people and it was really good GOOD! Also, it was more speical because we brought a float made by us and we went to Roses, St Pere, Empuriabrava and Castello's Carnivals, so we were in all of Carnivals, but it does'nt finish yet... Because this next weekend there is Fortià's Carnival, and I don't know of I must go there but I think the rest of my Colegialas ;p will be there :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you so much my COLEGIALAS (60persons), because these nights became SPECIAL NIGHTS thanks to you! Kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3764839262016819739?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3764839262016819739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3764839262016819739' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3764839262016819739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3764839262016819739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnival.html' title='CARNIVAL'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R7HgIMCz3JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jzUtPRNnzhU/s72-c/carnaval+dos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6929516100319170676</id><published>2008-02-05T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:04:43.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube. Video.'/><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBPGC4yayiM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBPGC4yayiM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I would like to talk about this new website: YouTube. I think at the moment it's a very important web site for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YouTube is a video sharing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;website where users can upload, view and share video clips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was created on february in 2005 by Chad Hurley, Steve Chen and Jawed Karim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We use it to pick up some videos here, in the blog, for the programms in the TV as well ( to show us some funny moment ), to put some of our videos to remember forever and to show to the rest of people, the teachers when they want to show us some film's trailers, to watch a videoclip of some group that you're not sure if you have to download that song of tthis group or if it's really worthwhile....you know? It's very useuful actually!!!! So thanks to this website I can show you some images that I love... And like this one, in this video I want to show you people who isn't shy to put their videos in that way in YouTube :S !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-6929516100319170676?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6929516100319170676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6929516100319170676' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6929516100319170676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6929516100319170676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/02/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-4747797945146057663</id><published>2008-01-05T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:06:54.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Tree Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics plus video'/><title type='text'>One Tree Hill - Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my first blog of second term's blogs I put a song from One Tree Hill's series, I like both a lot: the songs and the series*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never promised you a ray of light,&lt;br /&gt;I never promised there'd be sunshine everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything I have, the good, the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you put me on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below,&lt;br /&gt;So help me down you've got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear, I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that I would make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, and that's my saving grace,&lt;br /&gt;I fall as hard as I try&lt;br /&gt;So don't be blinded&lt;br /&gt;See me as I really am,&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws and sometimes I even sin,&lt;br /&gt;so pull me from that pedestal, I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear, I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you think that you know me&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I am something above you&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I wear a I wear a I wear a Halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear, I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-3tfHI0hq8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-3tfHI0hq8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-4747797945146057663?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/4747797945146057663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=4747797945146057663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4747797945146057663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/4747797945146057663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-tree-hill-halo.html' title='One Tree Hill - Halo'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-836462407698523483</id><published>2007-12-04T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:42.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Degree'/><title type='text'>Only two years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1V6QYtfNfI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiwBI6Co75s/s1600-h/jordi+labanda+students.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140148971643024882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1V6QYtfNfI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiwBI6Co75s/s400/jordi+labanda+students.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I was with my mother informing us about the world in Barcelona, university, degree , halls (of residence)...I feel like going there!!!! And start a new life alone, free :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it must be in Barcelona because, for the moment, I'd like to do some degrees which are only in Barcelona, in Girona NO ( If I had to go to Girona..I really don't mind  ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I get to go to university and study some degree university, for example journalist - is one of my favourite degrees-, I would like to go to a halls of residence to pass the week, I don't want to go alone or with somebody in a floor ( at least for the moment ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm confused to choose the degree course, the truth, I'm between journalist or maybe translation and interpretation... I would like to study journalist' degree because I love the world of the radio, TV, cameras. I always liked to be topical and I think I'd show in this degree my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, sometimes I prefer make translation and interpretation's degree because I'm interesting in languagues ( english, italian, deutsh, portugues, basc... ). I don't know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would like to be a journalist because I think it's not a routine work, you're always doing different things, being about different issues... And I like it. On the other hand, I think translator's work maybe in a future I'll be sick, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I don't know if I explained very well but I hope you understand me. Firstly, I must work to get a good mark to enter in on of these degrees!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the tenth blog so I must finish for this term. Thank you and I like do it, I learnt a lot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-836462407698523483?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/836462407698523483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=836462407698523483' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/836462407698523483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/836462407698523483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-two-years.html' title='Only two years!'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1V6QYtfNfI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiwBI6Co75s/s72-c/jordi+labanda+students.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3504888721688573602</id><published>2007-11-30T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:42.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little next trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sevilla'/><title type='text'>My little next trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1BzVItfNUI/AAAAAAAAACU/wCFXd0CW5ws/s1600-R/plaza+espa%C3%B1a+sevilkla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138733981782455618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1BzVItfNUI/AAAAAAAAACU/quwzDceST1k/s400/plaza+espa%C3%B1a+sevilkla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HellooooooOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll talk to you about a city...Yes. A city that I'll visit from next wednesday to sunday! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVILLA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never been there so I'm very happy to go in. Everybody said me that's a really beautiful city...I'm sure that it will be so nice, I saw a lot of photos of there and it's really wonderful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This city seems to be like San Sebastian ( Donosti ) ; a city that I love so much... If I never could go to live in any place I'd choose this one. I think it's clear, modern and for ladies and gentelmen! :D haha. Very very nice. I hope return there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This photo is Plaza España ( Spain's square ). I put you this one because my hotel will be very near!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are a lot of gardens around this square and around my hotel... It must be so nice!!!!! too right! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I have to go with my friends to the cinema to see " [REC] " :S so I leave the blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3504888721688573602?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3504888721688573602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3504888721688573602' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3504888721688573602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3504888721688573602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/11/sevilla.html' title='My little next trip'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R1BzVItfNUI/AAAAAAAAACU/quwzDceST1k/s72-c/plaza+espa%C3%B1a+sevilkla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-1433017610245107110</id><published>2007-11-29T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:42.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Summer's job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R07ToSugFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/xuy9OHBGOP0/s1600-h/GOLF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138276914051421538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R07ToSugFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/xuy9OHBGOP0/s400/GOLF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi! How are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching some photos of last summer..I was thinking about my friends, all the moments in the seaside with them, nights in Fata, but specially I remember my summer's job... yes! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I worked this summer, during two months more or less, in Hotel Golf Peralada. Well, I was exactly in Golf. I was one of the recepcionists of Golf.... We were 4 recepcionists: Queralt, Enrique, Jordi and me ; a great people! I think very highly of them :) They are between 25 and 30 years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My daily routine was enter by the back door, some back corridors, then I entered in a hotel's corridor... After I went inside in Offices,and finally I entered in my boss's office and in my reception. Often there was some client in the reception or they were going around the shop. Moreover we had a shop of clothes, belts, balls... all the material for Golf. I often had to say hello to them... And then if there was some work to do I did the work, for example answer the client's e-mails to reserve the tee-time, or go around the shop, or answer the phone...When it was 1 o'clock or 2 o'clock I went up to lunch with other people of Hotel, in the afternoon we did the same... 8 hours working.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a very good experience, for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I learnt a lot of things... Specially the languages, I practised the english a lot, french and a little bit of deutsch ( e-mails, phone, clients, or some people that worked in the Hotel too I had to talk with them in french when I met them in the dining room ). I met a very nice people, the people of the Hotel... I learnt to buck up my ideas... I spent 8 hours with people that firstly I didn't know something about them...Nothing... But, gradually, I had more confidence in them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...With Enrique, one of the recepcionists, as I said, sometimes we toke the Buggy ( the Marshall's buggy so it rans faster than others - the buggie's clients - :D ) and we went to take some coffees... Or he started to pursue me running around the shop.. It was very funny! I laughed a lot with him... he's crazy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Queralt: we always were looking for good-looking actors in Internet...haha! Talking about films, she told me gossips from our clients...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordi, uh... With Jordi I was very happy... We only thought about clients... He's gay so we spent hours talking about men... About all the people that passed in our reception we had some anecdotes to tell us... haha! He's a brilliant person :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had the oportunity to see some famous person, some clients very rich ( and they gave us something :D )... The oportunity to meet some clients that finally I finished having confidence in them... They were very kind. Or with clients that they went everyday in Golf (members of the Golf)or maybe with clients that they stayed in the Hotel during some days only...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of memories with them (recepcionists), with Nuria (my boss), with Laurence, Thomas, Santi, Sandra, Cris, ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm very proud to had the oportunity to work in this place... Thank you so much HGP! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1453472640603323934-1433017610245107110?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/1433017610245107110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=1433017610245107110' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1433017610245107110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/1433017610245107110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/11/summers-job.html' title='Summer&apos;s job'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R07ToSugFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/xuy9OHBGOP0/s72-c/GOLF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6315934677927059508</id><published>2007-11-27T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:43.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grease - Video: Greased Lighting'/><title type='text'>GREASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0yNtiugFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/n4t0Jr6-ydw/s1600-h/greaseeeeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137637088478369106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0yNtiugFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/n4t0Jr6-ydw/s400/greaseeeeeeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EvZcT0qATE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EvZcT0qATE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, as I said, last week I went to Barcelona to see a great play :: GREASE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I sat down in the theatre I was half-heartedly to see the play..The truth... But when it started...I thought, oh my god! It's fantastic. The music, the songs, dancers, singers, actors, scenes, sets, ... It was very very wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would tell all of you the plot of the story but I think you know that, isn't it? :) So I'll tell you the scences that I loved must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a scene when all boys are having a shower meanwhile they are dancing...it was nice nice , yes :) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, the scene when Sandy and Danny are in the cinema in the open air inside of Danny's car and they felt in love. Very romantic but in this play the scripter has put in every scene a little bit of humour and it was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An other scence...it was when Sandy was singing in her room, and it seemed that the room was flying..Because all the theatre was in the dark and we could see only the room. I think that was the nicest scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, specially, I loved the scene with the song: Greased lightin'...It's greaaaaat! I enjoyed it a lot! I put the video of this song ( although I prefer it with spanish letter )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that's a film, a play, songs, scenes... That we'll remember forever!&lt;/strong&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/1453472640603323934-6315934677927059508?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6315934677927059508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6315934677927059508' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6315934677927059508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6315934677927059508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/11/grease.html' title='GREASE'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0yNtiugFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/n4t0Jr6-ydw/s72-c/greaseeeeeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-6130119703011882786</id><published>2007-11-23T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:43.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A complete day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0xaLSugFUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YskNi3S2JY0/s1600-h/collage91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137580424974832962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0xaLSugFUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YskNi3S2JY0/s400/collage91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi people! Today I would like to talk about the day I passed in Barcelona with my Humanistic First Batxillerat class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, we went to visit El Saló de la Lectura ( The book's salon ). It was nice, very interesting. We found a lot of different books of different publishings. But... Well, I have to do a work for next days of the long weekend!!!!! And all long weekend I won't be here to do all the work, and all of these days I have an exam every day so I'm very desperate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, after this activity, Gemma, Dani, Andreu and me walked all Barcelona. To lunch we wanted to find a fast and cheap restaurant...: Pizza Hut! :) The pizza was very nice, isn't Dani? hahahah! We chose a strange kind of pizza...Well, it's always a good experience. Also, we went to Fnac, we bought books for us, ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, we found the Victoria theatre, where there was the play of GREASE! It was perfeccct! More or less, during twoo hours ( I think so ) we had a very good moment. It was very very nice! I recommend you this play! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a really restless, funny, great, entertaining and tired....day! But I would want to repeat it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1453472640603323934-6130119703011882786?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/6130119703011882786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=6130119703011882786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6130119703011882786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/6130119703011882786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-people-today-i-would-like-to-talk.html' title='A complete day!'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/R0xaLSugFUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YskNi3S2JY0/s72-c/collage91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-3487146857021279855</id><published>2007-11-11T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:43.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A big trip to remember'/><title type='text'>ITALY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26229d9821c2a66e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26229d9821c2a66e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331197217%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF1D025EF3E11A9E0ED31B3DF82CBCB90EEAB75.1E6C0750E9A962BACDC3ED57C58B32EAA6BF6D9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26229d9821c2a66e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6MIcIbkQT2vzGpAhGiRj29WCu7c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26229d9821c2a66e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331197217%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF1D025EF3E11A9E0ED31B3DF82CBCB90EEAB75.1E6C0750E9A962BACDC3ED57C58B32EAA6BF6D9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26229d9821c2a66e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6MIcIbkQT2vzGpAhGiRj29WCu7c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Dancing in the moonlight... Everybody's feeling warm and bright, it's such a fine and natural sight, everybody's dancing in the moonlight...! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heeeeeello! Everything's ok, no? Perfect :) Today I'm really really happy, I don't know why but...doesn't matter! Haha. Well, the stalls has already finished, it was great great! Perfect! I met new people, I found an special friend and he introduced me a lot of unknown people, he's very nice :)Me and my friends went three nights to Stalls...Tu sum up, the stalls of this year were perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would like to talk about the perfect trip in Italy! I passed a lot of great moments with a great people...My people, my friends, ...!I would like to remember some accurate moments:All the songs that we sang in the mike,all the hours in the bus (specially, the way going to Italy...eternal but funny :). The night in Lido di Jessolo, an hotel not very good but...it was funny! haha (and the story with people of Madrid..:s).The night in a little pub of Montecatini. Everyone was there...it was great! We met spanish people of diferent high schools. Every calls in the rooms of Montecatini :) All pizzes we ate all these days...and pasta! For all the shops (fantastic!), although, it was Siena (I think) that Miriam's wallet had been stolen.The afternoon, evening and the night in Florència, a really wonderful city. In the afternoon we went to shops, in the evening: the video-&gt; Carlos dancing with Eli, and Isabel with Nerea :))))) before to go to dinner in a restaurant.The day in Venècia. It was really nice. We walked all the city, we met Saviola of Barça's team :), we toke a capuccino in a little bar... For all the times that we said "Grazie! " , "Bravo" , "Buona sera" , "Buongirono" :) the Italian's people is really kinddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, specially the night we passed in the boat...It was really perfect! Me and Miriam met Italian people, I spent big moments with that people, they were really nice, but now I don't have news about them.&lt;br /&gt;And more moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG TRIP TO REMEMBER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131581193685968786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RzcJ6Em6J5I/AAAAAAAAABw/WVet_OWmTnM/s400/io.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-3487146857021279855?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26229d9821c2a66e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/3487146857021279855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=3487146857021279855' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3487146857021279855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/3487146857021279855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/11/italy.html' title='ITALY :)'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RzcJ6Em6J5I/AAAAAAAAABw/WVet_OWmTnM/s72-c/io.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5262551881745205336</id><published>2007-10-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:43.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>About ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RyjL9GHo38I/AAAAAAAAABo/P40YO03EUtg/s1600-h/quan+no+hi+ets-glaucs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127572426236420034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RyjL9GHo38I/AAAAAAAAABo/P40YO03EUtg/s320/quan+no+hi+ets-glaucs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good evening people!&lt;br /&gt;I was spending time thinking if I do the blog or if I haven’t... But finally I decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I would like to talk about whose? About me :) Yes, maybe some people will think that on our age we don’t know who we are yet... But I think that I know many things about me, about my virtues, my defects, my habits, my likes and dislikes...&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ll start talking about my character. Right now I could say that I’m happy...yes. I think I’m a kind person, I always try to help my people, who always helped me in my worst moments. I like to love my family, my friends and the others, embrace them, laughing with them, having confidence with them, going out with them...&lt;br /&gt;I’m a cheerful person, very stubborn, usually innocent and specially I fall in love easly(when it hasn’t to happen!).&lt;br /&gt;I like to value what my people gets however I also love that people values what I get, you know? I think that sometimes I’m a very fair person.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little, I loved to play with my dolls (I had hundred of barbies...and I’m not exaggerating!), I used to be out of my world when I played, I loved dancing, all day I was dancing and singing in my room, I was very very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Specially, I remember the moments that I passed with my best friend, Marina. We met us when we were two or three years old, in my street (her grandfathers are my neighbours) and we started to play with our dolls in the street and we finished in my room or in her home (where we had a little floor for us ) telling us our secrets, like two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a very special person for me, I’ll try to be forever beside her.&lt;br /&gt;She has always been next to me in my worst moments(when I was ill in the hospital, when I suffered losses of special people, when I was in a bad mood, when I was sad, ...) and she’s still next to me, helping me, supporting me...&lt;br /&gt;I also can talk about my brother, yes. He’s a shy person but he’s specially a BIG person. We passed a lot of moments together, I laughed a lot with him, we cryed together, we shouted together, we hated together... Everything... We’ve got a lot of secrets together..&lt;br /&gt;Usually two brothers can’t stand each other, specially when they are a boy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;But in my case it hasn’t been like that. The situation has always been right! We hadn’t many problems, even though we have completely different characters.&lt;br /&gt;A special person who always will be a part of my life, is Judit... Yes, a very nice person although we have a very very different characters, but we passed all life together, from the nursery school. Now she has other friends but she’ll always have me in her worst moments and I’ll always trust her.&lt;br /&gt;Till recently, 6 or 7 years old more or less, apart of school’s friends, I met a very nice people...Two girls, Claudia and Gemma. It’s strange because in the school we couldn’t see us and now we can’t be one without the other :)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I’ve got a very good family who I love so much!&lt;br /&gt;And I could say more and more things about my life, about my people... But I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, I wish you a happy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S: By the way, tomorrow we’ll go to fairs and STALLS!! Yesssssssss :)&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5262551881745205336?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5262551881745205336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5262551881745205336' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5262551881745205336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5262551881745205336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-me.html' title='About ME'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RyjL9GHo38I/AAAAAAAAABo/P40YO03EUtg/s72-c/quan+no+hi+ets-glaucs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-5922424786752445355</id><published>2007-10-16T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:31:44.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAOLO NUTINI'/><title type='text'>A brilliant artist: PAOLO NUTINI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RxTImiJZcuI/AAAAAAAAABI/U1qNZO1j2nk/s1600-h/nutiniiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121939240553902818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RxTImiJZcuI/AAAAAAAAABI/U1qNZO1j2nk/s320/nutiniiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiii!&lt;br /&gt;Today I’ll talk about one of my favourite singers...PAOLO NUTINI! I have hung Paolo’s wallpapers in my bedroom and I know his songs by heart ;p&lt;br /&gt;He’s honest, shy, good-looking, gentle, kind, calm, ... Particulary, he’s cool! I love his hoarse ( but sweet ;p ) voice, his music, when he plays his guitar... He’s very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Right now he’s twenty years old... I sometimes wonder how can do so many nice songs with these lyrics a young person like him.&lt;br /&gt;He was born in Paisley on January, a nearby town of Glasgow, in Scotland. Although he’s half Scotch half Italian( from Barga, an Italy’s town). His parents have a chips&amp;amp;fish shop, I think it’s a very humble family.&lt;br /&gt;I like each and every songs of Paolo. For example: “New Shoes”(the most special for me), “These streets”, “Jenny don’t be hasty”, “Tumbling down”, “Last request”, “Autumn”, “Alloway grove”, “Rewind”, “Loving you”, ...&lt;br /&gt;Through habit, when I’m in a bad mood, I usually listen to his songs to re-loose myself a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;His song “Autumn” is in memory of his grandfather, who helped him to enter in the world of the music, what he has always loved. The songs “Last request” and “Rewind”, I think that are dedicated to his girlfriend, about their troubles.&lt;br /&gt;About what I’m worried is that it’s difficult to see him in concerts, so he always sings in acoustic discos ( a kind like Sala Bikini of Barcelona, you know? ) but only in United States, Scotland and United Kingdom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see that he’s worthwhile!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, I show you the video of "New Shoes", one of the best songs of him...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CCQ7IiWZBg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CCQ7IiWZBg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-5922424786752445355?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/5922424786752445355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=5922424786752445355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5922424786752445355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/5922424786752445355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/10/brilliant-artist.html' title='A brilliant artist: PAOLO NUTINI'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/RxTImiJZcuI/AAAAAAAAABI/U1qNZO1j2nk/s72-c/nutiniiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453472640603323934.post-8381213019524362155</id><published>2007-10-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:15:16.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The crazy song'/><title type='text'>Hi, peolple! Welcome with a funny beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi , guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start my blog in a funny way, so I show you one of the songs that excites me.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I think the video is so crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To going mad !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is gone - David Guetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What are we suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;After all that we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;When everything that felt so right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s to deny this simple truth&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find the reason to keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;(Love is gone)&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard time&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard time&lt;br /&gt;Got to find the reason&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;After all that we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;When everything that felt so right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Now you still deny this simple truth&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find the reason to keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;(Love is gone)&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;After all that we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;When everything that felt so right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love (now that the love) is gone&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Now you still deny this simple truth&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find the reason to keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone (now that the love)&lt;br /&gt;(Love is gone)&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason to hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/beGjncfEPt8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/beGjncfEPt8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453472640603323934-8381213019524362155?l=anna639.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/feeds/8381213019524362155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453472640603323934&amp;postID=8381213019524362155' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8381213019524362155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453472640603323934/posts/default/8381213019524362155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna639.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-peolple-welcome-with-funny-beginning.html' title='Hi, peolple! Welcome with a funny beginning!'/><author><name>Anna Genís Montoliu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203913194030861953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXD2U_QaTE/Sc_LgWfaK4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RSjr1PdK9A/S220/jooooo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
