<?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-7939818651263189950</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:57.544-07:00</updated><category term='First term.'/><category term='Second term.'/><category term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>sweet dreams-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2941873024486144341</id><published>2009-05-31T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:53:43.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>PLANS FOR SUMMER.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;We are already finishing our 1st Batxillerat, and it's amazing how quickly it passed! It seems that it was yesterday that we started going to class at 8:00 of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to focus on in our exams and start to think in what we'll do on summer. In these moments I only must focus on in my final exams 'cause I have choosed my summer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I will work at the same place that last year, in Mas Gusó.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Gusó it's a place where you can relax a lot and there is a really good environm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SiKLs2tdUyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SaO7bpgt6bE/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SiKLs2tdUyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SaO7bpgt6bE/s200/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341985710731514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent.&lt;br /&gt;There is a really good landscape with apple and olive trees, with a little lake with fishes and a lot of flowers and vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a wine cellar where you can buy a lot of type of wine and licors, also there is an Internet place with five or six computers, I don't remeber it exactly, there is a little shop where you can buy arrings, rings, necklaces, bracalets, ankes, clothes and more things and ther is another shop where you can buy fruit and food. Apart from it, there is a bar and a restaurant. Also there is a play zone for the babies and a room of games. If you click &lt;a href="http://www.masguso.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you will see the web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I will be working on the bar, preparing all the drinks and ice creams, crêpes, cocktails... and maybe like last summer, some days I'll be in the kitchen 'cause there is a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from work I hope that I could have a little free time, 'cause I want to go some hours to the beach, 'cause last year I didn't go any time!:(&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I must do a big part of my Research Project on summer, 'cause we must give it before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my last post of this course, and the only think that it's missing in my blog it's say to you it's that I'm really self-satisfied of the improvement of my English and I'm really happy 'cause I enjoyed a lot the English classes!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you pass a really good summer and I hope see you again in next September!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK*&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-2941873024486144341?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2941873024486144341/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2941873024486144341' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2941873024486144341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2941873024486144341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-for-summer.html' title='PLANS FOR SUMMER.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SiKLs2tdUyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SaO7bpgt6bE/s72-c/DSC00787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-7776135804649809565</id><published>2009-05-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:00:44.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>1st  BATXILLERAT CLASS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're on the doors to finish 1st of batxillerat. I think that now it's a good moment to talk about our class.&lt;br /&gt;Since we started this course I thought that it will be an unforgetable year. When I passed the door to 1st batxillerat I really liked the class, and now it's still liking to me! jaja!&lt;br /&gt;We aren't a lot of people inside, so there is a really good atmosphere, 'cause we have a lot of place for move and we mustn't be immovile. We are eighteen students.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you can see a photo of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/ShQYkGATODI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HZoynAwgsYc/s1600-h/classe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/ShQYkGATODI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HZoynAwgsYc/s400/classe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337918466707109938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the foto are missing Katy and Chaimae.&lt;br /&gt;From left to right you can see: Rocio, Cristina, Cèlia, Pau, Guillem, Laura, Roger, Alessandra, Sara, Judit, Nuri, Me, Ariadna, David, Mònica and Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that all of us have a good relationship with all the classmates, 'cause in our class never have been any problem with us. Maybe, the adaptation on the class of some persons, but we resolved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like that the next year will be the same, 'cause we are really good friends&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sh6Y4K-8eVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5fOh9fM1o3o/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sh6Y4K-8eVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5fOh9fM1o3o/s200/DSC01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340874298896447826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and always we are exposed to help us don't matter the person that it's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big fault that we have in our class it's that we're really talkative and we never are quiet! So teachers are a little tired of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that apart from it, it's a really good group and I hope that all of us will pass to second batxillerat and we could be the same class and keep the same friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon*&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/7939818651263189950-7776135804649809565?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/7776135804649809565/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=7776135804649809565' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7776135804649809565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7776135804649809565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-batxillerat-class.html' title='1st  BATXILLERAT CLASS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/ShQYkGATODI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HZoynAwgsYc/s72-c/classe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2962912716538267311</id><published>2009-05-20T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:53:02.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>SPRING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fabiovisentin.com/photography/photo/4/sun-flower_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.fabiovisentin.com/photography/photo/4/sun-flower_3314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about my favourite season.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see on the potst's title it's spring, and now I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;I think that spring it's the best season, 'cause the weather it's really good, there isn't a relally hot weather but also there isn't a really cold weather, it's template.&lt;br /&gt;During these season people start to go out from their houses and start to go to the beach. There is a little sun and you feel really good with it walking on the street.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, spring have bad points, like all the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when spring comes we're doing a lot of work and exams from the high school, and it's really difficult stay c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/099/1/3/Spring_Is_Near_by_valse_des_ombres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/099/1/3/Spring_Is_Near_by_valse_des_ombres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;losed in our homes when outside there is a brilliant sun.&lt;br /&gt;Also other really big problem it's de pollen. There are a lot of people who are allergic to it, so they are frightened of spring, 'cause they pass this time really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from these bad points, also spring it's really beautiful, 'cause the fields start to be colrful and beautiful. A lot of colour flowers grow on they.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the weather, I like spring 'cause it's a the change from winter to summer, and the climate change it's really good, 'cause maybe it will change your state of mind and seeing the sun or the green nature, maybe you will be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pollen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;polen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7939818651263189950-2962912716538267311?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2962912716538267311/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2962912716538267311' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2962912716538267311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2962912716538267311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='SPRING.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-3219809363210754190</id><published>2009-05-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:34:25.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>GRAFFITI.</title><content type='html'>As you know, a graffiti it’s a written message or a painted image or also a combination of both. Usually we can find graffitis on visible places, like walls, bridges..., where the pedestrians can see it. Graffitis can have a motivation of politic or social protests, specially when it’s painted by young people. There are others that have artistic motivations or simply personal information, like the signatures painted on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/091/b/3/Fun_Graffiti_by_umop3pisdn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 121px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/091/b/3/Fun_Graffiti_by_umop3pisdn.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people that thinks that do graffitis it’s a vandalism act, ‘cause they don’t like their appearance, but also, there are a lot of people that thinks that graffitis are art, a really beautiful art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I think that we can think in different ways, ‘cause if I see a graffiti in the wall of my house, I wouldn’t like it, doesn’t matter if it’s really beautiful, but I’ll clean it. A part from it, if I see graffitis in appropriate places I really like it, ‘cause I think that they are really original and it’s really difficult for the persons who’re painting it, so I really value it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if one graffiti it’s painted on a wall of a house, for example, I will be in favour of the owner of the house for clean it, 'cause I think that it's a private place and the painters mustn't paint in a private place without any autorization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that persons that like doing this type of art must be respected like the persons that paint with oil for example. They have the same rights like the other painters.&lt;br /&gt;I really like walk in places that are full of graffitis, ‘cause the streets are really animated and coloured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/127/6/b/Phoenix_graffiti_by_toribio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 174px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/127/6/b/Phoenix_graffiti_by_toribio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visible:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedestrian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; vianant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appropriate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adequate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;valorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unpleasant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; molest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owner:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;propietari&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/7939818651263189950-3219809363210754190?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/3219809363210754190/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=3219809363210754190' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3219809363210754190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3219809363210754190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/05/graffiti.html' title='GRAFFITI.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-541420356273170596</id><published>2009-05-19T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:15:39.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>MY WEEKEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I will tell you some things that I did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in home on Friday midday, I had lunch and later I went to Figueres with my mother, 'cause I must go to the bookshop to buy two books that I had ordered for do my Research Project. Like a lot people I can't go to a place that are shops without buy nothing, so I past all the afternoon  going shopping, and I bought some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at home at eight o'clock more or less, I went with Marian too se the boys training of football. It was really good, 'cause the weather wasn't cold and we could stay all the training there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, later to the training, like all the Fridays, my mother did dinner for me and Marian, and later we go to her house for sleep. We stayed some time watching the TV, but we were really tired, so we decided go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we woke up at ten o'clock (we put the alarm o'clock at nine o'clock, but we couldn't woke up! jaja!), we had a shower and we had breakfast in their grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;At twelve o'clock we went to see the place that we will work this summer (she will work with me in the place that I worked last summer, it will be really fun!:D), 'cause she must talk with he.&lt;br /&gt;Later, we phoned the boys, and later, we decided that we'll go to Ventalló, in Les Basses, all together with our motorbikes.&lt;br /&gt;All was being a perfect weekend, since started the disasters.&lt;br /&gt;I stated to get sunburnt and I put a lot of sun cream on me! I hate my skin! :(&lt;br /&gt;When we were returning home, at three o’clock, for go to have lunch, an insect bit me. It was really painful! I left my motorbike to Lluís, and I get in to Marian's motorbike and she brings me quickly to my home.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, I show the bit to my mother and she said that it can be a bee, and I went to the mirror to see it and when I raise my t-shirt came off a wasp!&lt;br /&gt;Marian and I had lunch in my home and later, at six o'clock we went to see the last football match of the league. I must leave the football match early 'cause I feel really sick and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;At the night, I went to Dekrèpits concert in Figueres with Pau and Lídia, and here I met Júlia and Nuri and other Figueres's friends. At the beginning I didn't like anything, but later we started to had fun. Finally we go to sleep at four o'clock of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;To finish my weekend, on Sunday I get up at ten o'clock of the morning and I went to Cistella, my grandparents house, 'cause there was the 14th "Fira del Vidre" and my grandmother wanted to have all her family in their house.&lt;br /&gt;I had a brilliant lunch here and I returned house at six o'clock of the afternoon. I did my homework until eight o'clock, I stayed one hour at the computer and later I went to have dinner in Empuriabrava with my parents and my brother. I returned to home at half past eleven.&lt;br /&gt;I think that apart from my sunburnt, my wasp bite and my sick Saturday afternoon it was a really good weekend! A good way to set off the weekends for two weeks, 'cause we'll must study really hard if we want pass all the exams!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that it's enough for today so I finish here!&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ordered:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encarregat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasp:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vespa&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-541420356273170596?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/541420356273170596/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=541420356273170596' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/541420356273170596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/541420356273170596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-weekend.html' title='MY WEEKEND.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2597546717308784091</id><published>2009-04-15T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:10:34.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>SENSE AND SENSIBILITY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.terrassa.cat/educacio/raco_interactiu_cinema/Activitats2006/sense_and_sensibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 220px;" src="http://www2.terrassa.cat/educacio/raco_interactiu_cinema/Activitats2006/sense_and_sensibility.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The plots are two sisters; Elionor and Marianne Dashwood, that are living with their little sister Margaret, their parents until their father died.  After the death of their father, the family states passes to John Dashwood, a half-brother of Elionor and Marianne. John Dashwood doesn’t pass anything to Elionor, Marianne, Margaret and Mrs Dashwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dashwood family must change their house and they go to Devonshire, ‘cause a distant relative of Mrs. Dashwood, Sir John Middleton, invites the family to live in a cottage on his propriety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the family moved to Devonshire, Elionor felt in love with Edward Ferrars, the brother of Fanny Dashwood, and Marianne felt in love with John Willoughby, the man who saved her from an accident in the middle of the forest when it was raining. Willoughby after to rescue Marianne, everyday goes to her home to see her, and they become really good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly, Willoughby must go to London, and he left Marianne in Devonshire, and she was really sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Ferrars went to visit the family in Devonshire and Elionor was worried because he wasn’t like before. After this visit, Lucy Steele told to Elionor that since four years before, she was engaged with Edward, and the world falls on Elionor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elionor and Marianne with their broken heart went to London to pass the winter. Marianne sends letters to Willoughby, and later, Willoughby send a letter to Marianne saying that he’s engaged with Mrs. Grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marianne is sad, and she goes to walk under the rain, and she gets ill. When Willoughby knows it he goes to search Marianne’s mother, and he says to Elionor that he’s stilling loving Marianne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sisters return to Devonshire, and Elionor was really bad, because Edward Ferrars get married with Lucy, but later Lucy said to Elionor that she doesn’t get married with Edward. She gets married with Robert, his brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucy get married with Edward Ferrars, and Marianne get married with Colonel Brandon, a really good friend of their relative John Middleton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the summary that I did for "study" my read of the third term.&lt;br /&gt;When I started to read the book I didn't like it, 'cause there were a lot of characters and remember all of them was really difficult, but later, when I continued reading, I started to like the book, 'cause I started to understand all the moments of the story. On the other hand, there is a lot of "difficult" vocabulary in this book, so I must read the book with the diccionary next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these points, I liked the book, 'cause it's a love story, and normally, when I see films or when I read books about love stories I like them.&lt;br /&gt;When I did a little reflection about the book, I saw that I can identify with one of the characters of the story. This character is Elionor, the eldest sister. She represents the sensibility, and I think that I'm really sensibility, 'cause when it's something bad on me I close myself and I keep my emotions inside me.&lt;br /&gt;If I must choose one moment in the story, I will choose the moment that Elionor gets married with Edward Ferrars, 'cause Edward it's the man who Elionor all the whole story was in love, so I think that it's an emotive moment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, if someone wants to read this book I will recomend it to him, 'cause it have a good ending, and sometimes stories that finish good are beautiful for read, or not?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know a little bit more about my book and how I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;See you*&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/7939818651263189950-2597546717308784091?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2597546717308784091/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2597546717308784091' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2597546717308784091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2597546717308784091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/04/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='SENSE AND SENSIBILITY.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-5102323798264399156</id><published>2009-04-06T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:28:00.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>MY PARENTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sec_xfu2l-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pAviBrqLY24/s1600-h/jaon+carmen+joan+laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sec_xfu2l-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pAviBrqLY24/s200/jaon+carmen+joan+laura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325295203953055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will speak about two persons really important in my life. On the first term’s posts I spoke about my brother, and this term I will speak about my mother and my father. Like all the families, my parents are really important for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I will speak about my father. Now, he’s 49 years old, and when I say to him that he’s really old she gets angry with me! And later he starts to laugh ‘cause he can’t be angry with me. My father isn’t a person of a lot of words, he’s really shy and quiet, but when he gets confidence with a person he can be very crazy and fun.&lt;br /&gt;He knows a lot of everything.  I think he’s the handy one around the house, ‘cause when there is a problem in my house we never call the electrician, the builder, the painter... he mend all our problems. He’s really hard-worker. He never sees the time, he’s working until the sun comes down, and this is a cause that I always argue with him, ‘cause sometimes he don’t remember that he must come to the house at one hour and he arrives very late!&lt;br /&gt;He’s working as a farmer. He has a lot of fields, and when it’s time to collect the fruit, I can eat a lot of types of it, for example: peaches, pears, a lot of types of apples, apricots, plums, pomegranates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I will speak about my mother. My mother is 44 years old. One of her best qualities it’s that he loves cook, and she does really delicious food!&lt;br /&gt;My mother it’s like my father. She’s really shy and quite when she doesn’t know the person who’s talking, but when she gets confidence she is very talkative and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;I really like do things with she, ‘cause I think that she’s like me. He always understands me and she always knows when I feel bad or when I’m good. We are always smiling, and I think that it’s great.&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before she cooks really good. When she is stressed or angry with something, she goes to the kitchen and she starts to cook something for us, and when she finish she say: Oh! Now I feel good. She has got the cook’s degree.&lt;br /&gt;When she tries to do something and it goes wrong, she will try again and again until it goes well. I admire this characteristic of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will do 24 wedding year’s on 27 of April and my brother and I will give some presents to their. We think that they deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing that it’s missing in this text it’s that I really love their and I hope that all my life will be loving their like now or more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdnO3bE0wqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r0m2won3vXQ/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdnO3bE0wqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r0m2won3vXQ/s320/DSC01571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321511886271070882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arreglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plum:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pruna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomegranate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magrana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deserve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; merèixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7939818651263189950-5102323798264399156?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/5102323798264399156/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=5102323798264399156' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5102323798264399156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5102323798264399156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-parents.html' title='MY PARENTS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sec_xfu2l-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pAviBrqLY24/s72-c/jaon+carmen+joan+laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-6990717445750830624</id><published>2009-04-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:42:36.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>MY RESEARCH PROJECT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins Easter Holidays! I think that we need some relax time, but I think that it’s a little impossible. We have a lot of work for this week :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTOtRQHQVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pLxogmCvRmg/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTOtRQHQVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pLxogmCvRmg/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320104336951820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I will speak about my research project.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to do a Research Project related by the agriculture’s and Catalan philology, and I chose to do an investigation about the agriculture vocabulary’s around Catalonia or Empordà. ( I don’t know which zone I will work about yet ;)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons that I chose this Research Project are because I grew up in the middle of agricultural environment and I think that it can be interesting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Other reason can be that I have a lot of old family that some years ago were farmers, so I can compare the vocabulary 100 years before with the one that we’re using now.&lt;br /&gt;Since I started to think about the topic of our Research Project I’ve been thinking of do one related with agriculture, but all the topics that I found were about science and technology’s field. I commented it to my tutor, Laura, and she helped me to think my topic.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I do good this project it can be really interesting so I will put a lot of interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;I have two tutors of Research Project, who are Quim Cubarsí and Laura Riera. I’m really happy with my tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know the same like me about my Research Project,  'cause I don’t started to do it yet, and I don’t know what I will do specifically.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe, when it will be more clear I will post a little bit more of it.  I don’t know;), so it’s enough for today and only I can say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR EASTER HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAYS!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camp (relacionat amb algun tema)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-6990717445750830624?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/6990717445750830624/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=6990717445750830624' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/6990717445750830624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/6990717445750830624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-research-project.html' title='MY RESEARCH PROJECT.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTOtRQHQVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pLxogmCvRmg/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-645982409317992616</id><published>2009-04-02T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:21:09.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>ANIMALS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today I will tell you some of my preferences when I must choose an animal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all of us have an animal or more that when we see it we get fear. Concretely, I have two or three animals that I can’t see, ‘cause I get a lot frightened and nervous. When I see these animals or when I heard their noises, I start to running far away from it.&lt;br /&gt;One of these animals are the frogs. Now, maybe, you will say, frogs? They don't do nothing! Well, I agree with you, but since I was a child, when I see a frog or when I listen “croack, croack”, I can’t stay still, I start to think that it can jump to me and I will touch it and... while I’m thinking it I see that I’m ten metres away from the frog! Jaja! With toads, happens the same.&lt;br /&gt;Another animal that I’m really afraid is the snake. The difference that is between my frog’s fear and snake’s fear is that if I see a snake I will scream a lot, and I won’t run ten meters, I’ll run one kilometre if it’s necessary! Jajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that I’m afraid about all the animals that are like toads, frogs, snakes..., ‘cause if I see a chameleon I will do the same...&lt;br /&gt;I won’t put any photo of these animals, ‘cause when I want to enter into my blog in the future I will must close it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, abo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://modabelleza.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/conejito1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 147px;" src="http://modabelleza.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/conejito1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut my prefer animals, you will say that I’m really strange, ‘cause I don’t like to have dogs and cats and animals like that. I prefer have a rabbit and a sheep. Yes, yes, the animals that you’re reading, a rabbit and a sheep! Jaja!&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you why. I think that these animals are very pacific, and they don’t bring problems to you. They are so quiet and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I had a rabid and his name was Rabbit... we thought that it was a funny name, but like all the animals and persons, he died. :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTI-B06jFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lCDZAH1fLrI/s1600-h/%3D%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTI-B06jFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lCDZAH1fLrI/s320/%3D%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320098027799219282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the sheeps, I think that they are really beautiful. When I was a child, when I were in my grandparents house's I really liked see the sheeps when they were walking on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I will finish here. I must study a little bit more for the exam that I have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;See you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toad:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gripau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-645982409317992616?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/645982409317992616/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=645982409317992616' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/645982409317992616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/645982409317992616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-today-i-will-tell-you-some-of-my.html' title='ANIMALS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SdTI-B06jFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lCDZAH1fLrI/s72-c/%3D%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-3863949389643264616</id><published>2009-03-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:26:44.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>MY DIARY ROUTINE ON THE TV.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I have a lot of time for do all the things that I want, 'cause I can't walk. I have a sprain in my ankle, and I must rest in home really hardly because I have my ligament very hurt and maybe, it can be break if I do movements.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I will speak about my diary routine on the TV, and maybe, you will think, and what's your diary routine on the TV? Well, I will tell you the programmes or series that I watch on the TV every week and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4OiFhIeX0c/SSA30j9gXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3_fSnCn9vog/S1600-R/ventdelpla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4OiFhIeX0c/SSA30j9gXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3_fSnCn9vog/S1600-R/ventdelpla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, beginning on Monday, when I finish of do my homework I go to the television and I watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ventdelplà&lt;/span&gt;. I see Ventdelplà since it starts to appear on the TV. I think that sometimes it's a little bit boring, but few days later it can be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://soy.bluebbva.com/uploaded_images/20081124094326012461_204137595.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEsEuZeKKSD6s8ER8HDu1KVuysLOw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 113px;" src="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://soy.bluebbva.com/uploaded_images/20081124094326012461_204137595.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEsEuZeKKSD6s8ER8HDu1KVuysLOw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday, firstly I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APM!?&lt;/span&gt;, that it's a TV programme that I laugh a lot, because the programme consists in cut the moments of the TV programmes that people make mistakes and later, someone put together all these moments and it's very fun!&lt;br /&gt;After to see APM!?, on Tuesday I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hospital Central&lt;/span&gt; on Telecinco, other serie that I like a lot. Always that I can I look it, I think that it's interesting and it's not like a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Wednesday I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acusados&lt;/span&gt;, other serie form Telecinco's channel. It's about po&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/149/71/l45208853974_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 139px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/149/71/l45208853974_1719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;liceman's and murders...&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polonia&lt;/span&gt;. I really like this programme, I think that it's a programme like APM!?, 'cause it makes you laugh a lot. The part that I like more it's the weather, of Tomàs Molina, when he says "moooooolt bona niiiiiiiiiiiiit!";D.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I never look the TV, 'cause I always go with my friends around the town, and if we look the TV we look some films or things like that.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, when I'm in home, like today, I look films from Antena3 of the CineMatrix, and today I will look Heidi, 'cause I can't go to Fata:(&lt;br /&gt;And finally, on Sunday, I look Ventdelplà, like Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know a little bit more what I do when I'm not studying or doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that not always I can see all these programmes, 'cause always, when it's time to go to the sofa and relax myself I'm very tired, and I fall asleep very quickly, so I can't watch the TV:(&lt;br /&gt;Today I will finish here, I hope you will enjoy your weekend, not like me!&lt;br /&gt;BigKiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sprain:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esguinç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anke:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turmell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soap opera:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"culebró"&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-3863949389643264616?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/3863949389643264616/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=3863949389643264616' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3863949389643264616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3863949389643264616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-diary-routine-on-tv.html' title='MY DIARY ROUTINE ON THE TV.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4OiFhIeX0c/SSA30j9gXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3_fSnCn9vog/s72-Rc/ventdelpla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-3383995748937726786</id><published>2009-03-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:49:50.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term.'/><title type='text'>THE SMURFS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I will speak about one of my favourite cartoon programmes on TV.&lt;br /&gt;As you can improve with my blogger template, you can see that I like “The Smurfs”, and now, it’s the topic that I will speak about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we are younger, sometimes, when we didn’t have anything to do we used to watch the TV, and the TV programmes that I always used to look was The Smurfs. Always when The Smurfs appeared on TV, behind to me, I could have very important things for me and I couldn’t stop to watch this cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;The origin country of The Smurfs is Belgium, and also the story it’s written by a Belgian writer. The first appearance was on 1958, in a Belgian magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, The Smurfs are known for their way of be and dress. Every m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9c/Smurf1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 139px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9c/Smurf1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oment, they are wearing a white trousers, and their body it’s sky blue, and also, they wear a white cap,&lt;br /&gt;apart from the Dad Smurf that he wears a red trousers, a red cap and a big white beard.&lt;br /&gt;In The Smurfs community there are different types of Smurfs. There is one who is the designer of clothes of all the other Smurfs; also, there is the girl Smurf, who it’s the only women on the community, and she wears a white dress and a long blond hair. Moreover, you can find the baby Smurf, the joker Smurf, the inventor Smurf... There is a lot Smurfs that you can feel identified! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will say a little secret about me, so... shhhhhhht! :-#&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, when I wake up, at 7:25, I get dressed and I go down to the stairs and I go to the television, I switch on the TV in K3/300 channel and I start to look The Smurfs!&lt;br /&gt;I really like this cartoons, so when I’m having breakfast I pass a good time looking this programme and I remember all my good moments in the past when I used to look this TV programme every day.:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I will finish here, and I hope you like this little introduction of this special sky blue creatures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bromista&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/7939818651263189950-3383995748937726786?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/3383995748937726786/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=3383995748937726786' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3383995748937726786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3383995748937726786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-today-i-will-speak-about-one-of-my.html' title='THE SMURFS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-7688972713729262062</id><published>2009-03-09T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:22:25.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>MY OBSESSIONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stressedoutbridessurvivalguide.com/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.stressedoutbridessurvivalguide.com/stressed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will do the last post of this term. And now, maybe, you can think, why Laura is doing other post if she has got thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;Well, one cause it's because tomorrow I don't have any exam, because the teacher of Ciències del món contemporani said that we didn't have a lot of topics for do the exam, so she changed the exam day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, other cause why I'm doing other post in the blog, it's because all the people I have my obsessions. Now I will tell you some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I must study or sleep, or simply, do something that I must be concentrated I can't have noises around me. For example, I can't sleep with a clock next to me, 'cause the "tic-tac" makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; I hate the numer thirteen, I don't know why, but I think that when I was little I believed in what the people say about this number, and now, I don't like it. Now, you know the reason that I'm doing it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like that people remove my things, so I have an order, my order, and if someone wants search something in my things, he must have my permission!:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my computer, I like have all my documents in order, don't matter if are music, texts or images. I like have all in different folders. If someone change my order (who always is my brother) I will be angry a lot! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a little bit superstitious, and I hate the e-mails chains!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you could see, I'm not a really maniatic person, but I have my little obsessions. I think that the biggest obsession that I have it's the first. It's a thing that I can't control it, I need a big silence when I must do something with concentration.&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't think that I'm a fussy person! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I will finish here, and I will finish the posts of the second term hoping a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD LUCK  &lt;/span&gt;for all the people who's in exams!&lt;br /&gt;See you!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fussy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maniàtica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know where it's my diccionary, so I looked this word in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wordreference&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know if it's correct;)&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/7939818651263189950-7688972713729262062?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/7688972713729262062/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=7688972713729262062' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7688972713729262062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7688972713729262062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-today-i-will-do-last-post-of-this.html' title='MY OBSESSIONS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-1203776682885409016</id><published>2009-03-08T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:42:32.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>C'MON EVERYBODY STAND UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I need some party and relax time, because this next week, will be horrible, and I think that all of us, when arrive on Friday or Saturday night, the only thing that we will do it will be going to a party!&lt;br /&gt;Why? This week we will do one or two exams everyday, so when Friday comes, we will be really tired, and we will need some time for disconecting of all the studies.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I went to a Carnival, but it was worst than if I rested in home, I didn't like nothing yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this song that I will post is of the type of Dance music. There are songs of this type of music that I like, because they make me feel happy and animated, because they have a beautiful and a catchy rhythm and you start to sing it, and if you are listening songs like that when you are stressed, you finish the song feeling better:)&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of people that don't like this type of music, but I think that this type of music doesn't have anything bad! Moreover, when people go to the discotheque they listen this type of music, so if they really dislike this music, they wouldn't go to the discotheques.&lt;br /&gt;Well today I will finish here, I hope you like a little this song!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nevXkgtWGM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nevXkgtWGM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catchy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que enganxa (cançó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-1203776682885409016?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/1203776682885409016/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=1203776682885409016' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1203776682885409016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1203776682885409016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/cmon-everybody-stand-up.html' title='C&apos;MON EVERYBODY STAND UP!'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-5323815410418318997</id><published>2009-03-07T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:43:26.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>SANT PERE PESCADOR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.santpere.net/imatges/aeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.santpere.net/imatges/aeria.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people who say that Sant Pere it's an ugly place, it doesn’t matter if it’s for live or for another things.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I think that Sant Pere has bad points, like all the towns, cities and countries, but it’s a nice place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, in winter, it’s a little lonely, because there aren’t tourists and when you are in the street you only will see people of the town, but in summer there is a lot of people.  When you are in the street, in three minutes you can listen minimum three different languages. There are a lot of people from around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from it, don’t matter if it’s in summer or winter, Sant Pere’s parties are brilliant. All the year, there is Fata. As you know, Fata is one discotheque that it’s situated in the L’escala’s road.  In the winter, Fata it’s only open on Saturday nights, and in summer it’s opened every day.&lt;br /&gt;On winter all the weekends there is a special party. In a few weeks, maybe, Cabano (Fisica o Quimica’s protagonist) will go to Fata! It will be a really good night!&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of famous people that went to this discotheque.&lt;br /&gt;I only go to Fata when I don’t have anything to do, because it’s little and if there are a lot of people I get stressed! Jaja!&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from Fata, the Sant Pere’s parties are great, like New Year’s Eve, Carnival, the parties of the town, a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.revistaondina.es/foto/images/Sant%20pere%20pescador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.revistaondina.es/foto/images/Sant%20pere%20pescador.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lways there is a lot of people from other towns that come here.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Sant Pere it’s a beautiful town because it has beach and you can walk inside the nature, and when you feel stressed you can go to walk and relax yourself in the middle of the trees. I really like it. Also, you can go where ever you want with your bike.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sant Pere has a lot of immigration, and there is one reason that the people say that Sant Pere it’s a bad place for live. I don’t think it.;)&lt;br /&gt;I live in Sant Pere since I was born, so I’m accustomed to live here with his good and bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the reason that I really like live here, it's because I have all my friends here, so I loove it!:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that now, you know a little bit more of Sant Pere, so you are welcome to visit it!;D&lt;br /&gt;See you!&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/7939818651263189950-5323815410418318997?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/5323815410418318997/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=5323815410418318997' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5323815410418318997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5323815410418318997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/sant-pere-pescador.html' title='SANT PERE PESCADOR.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-438683629623373398</id><published>2009-03-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:14:06.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>CHILDHOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1Chey-y6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T_W_PHLdbPU/s1600-h/laura+i+joan+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1Chey-y6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T_W_PHLdbPU/s320/laura+i+joan+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308972678709693346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, when I need take a relax time, and I can't do it, i think: I want to be a children, and don't have any preocupations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the moment that I'm thinking it I'm angry because I must do a lot of things and I c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1C-2FMcUI/AAAAAAAAATA/Zkodcwd6Rt8/s1600-h/laura+i+joan+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1C-2FMcUI/AAAAAAAAATA/Zkodcwd6Rt8/s320/laura+i+joan+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308973183176307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an't relax a little bit, but later, when I think a little bit more, I finish thinking that it doesn't matter, my childhood time have finished and I must think in my future, so I must work hardest that I can. From this way, I have the opportunity to have a better future.&lt;br /&gt;Other points that sometimes I prefer be a child, are that sometimes, I'm worring about something that if I was a child, I wouldn't think in it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that childhood, it's one of the best periods of our lives, because we only enjoy ourselves with our friends and we only must pass the days, without any preocupations.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1DTGx16uI/AAAAAAAAATI/2YEf5sN23h8/s1600-h/laura+i+joan+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1DTGx16uI/AAAAAAAAATI/2YEf5sN23h8/s320/laura+i+joan+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308973531255925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the other hand, sometimes, when you start to grow, your parents treat you as all your life, but you want a little more of independency, and you start to worry about it, because you want that your parents leave that you do things for yourself. Moreover, your parents think for you. You can give your opinion, but it doesn't matter a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I think that sometimes, we want that our preocupations disappear, but I think that we have different parts in our lives, and if we don't like one, the next probably will be better, so now, our obligation is study for the exams and extract the better mark as it's posible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7939818651263189950-438683629623373398?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/438683629623373398/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=438683629623373398' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/438683629623373398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/438683629623373398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/03/childhood.html' title='CHILDHOOD.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sa1Chey-y6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T_W_PHLdbPU/s72-c/laura+i+joan+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-631024311372258062</id><published>2009-02-25T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:13:14.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>MY HEART WILL GO ON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Today I want to tell you something about my preferences.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when someone says that we can see a film, I prefer do another things. I think that stay in front the TV during two hours and half it’s boring, and we can do something more enjoying. I think that also it’s because they want to see horror films, and I hate it! I get scared in a few moments after to start the film! When it’s time to see a film, I prefer see a comedy films, and if you look this type of films with a great company it can be a really good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/22/Titanic_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 224px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/22/Titanic_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I must say that there is a film that I like a lot. I never get tired to see it. This film is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t know what it have that likes me a lot, I know that it’s a really common film, and there isn’t nothing from the other world in it, but it have something that attracts me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, two weeks ago, I saw in the television that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Vanguardia&lt;/span&gt;’s newspaper will do a cinema collection, and I decided to start it, because I will have the opportunity of see the most common films and probably enjoy myself seeing it, and from the other hand, because it starts with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;, and I would have it in a real CD, not downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorites films, it was created on 1997, directed, written, co-produced and co-edited by James Cameron, about the sinking of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RMS Titanic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt; is a love story with two members of different social classes who fall in love aboard the ill-fated voyage of the ship, Jack Dawson (Jack Dawson) and Rose (Kate Winslet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters and the central love story are fictional, but some characters (such as members of the ship’s crew) are based on real historical figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oscurossecretos.com.ar/e/uploads/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 157px;" src="http://www.oscurossecretos.com.ar/e/uploads/titanic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itanic&lt;/span&gt; it’s a really good film, because it demonstrates to us that there isn’t barriers between the love with two persons, indifferent form the social classes that they are. Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic &lt;/span&gt;has another point that I really like. This point it’s that not all the things will end like you want. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;, this point it’s represented in the time that Rose starts to love Jack, and Rose is to get engaged with another man of the high social class like she. For Rose’s family, that she loves Jack, who is from another social class, it’s really bad for their appearance, and they want to break their relation, they can’t tolerate it. The point that represents more this fact, it’s that Rose give up to go into a lifeboat for stay the maximum time with her love, Jack, who can’t go to in a lifeboat, because he is from another social class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the points, I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic &lt;/span&gt;it’s a really good film, and when you don’t have nothing to do, it’s a good moment to take a relax time and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you have the Titanic's song, I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.profileplaylist.net%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fskins%2Fconfig_white_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.profileplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=59660319&amp;amp;t=1235581448&amp;amp;skinurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.vadecorazon.com%2Ffiles%2F2008%2F11%2Fkate-winslet-y-leonardo-dicaprio-en-titanic.jpg" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it, and now, I would like to see the film, but I must study History, another thing that I hate, like the terror films!:D jaja!&lt;br /&gt;See yoou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinking:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enfonsament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barriers:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barreres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to get engaged:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compromís de matrimoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lifeboat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bot salvavides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to give up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixar de fer alguna cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-631024311372258062?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/631024311372258062/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=631024311372258062' title='5 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/631024311372258062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/631024311372258062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-cinema.html' title='MY HEART WILL GO ON.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-1844684674874895761</id><published>2009-02-23T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:14:25.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>A DIFFERENT WEEKEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SaMBeyIkQ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/CUZiAtNz30I/s1600-h/carnaaval%2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SaMBeyIkQ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/CUZiAtNz30I/s400/carnaaval%2709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306086414337983410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi! Today I will tell you a little summary of my last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I did all my homework so I could enjoy my last weekend without exams during two weeks. I think that I needed enjoy myself with this great company.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as all my weekends, it started on Friday afternoon. At three o'clock, Lidia came to my house because we must go to Figueres for buy Pau's presents, because on Saturday night we will celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lidia and me took the bus, but we must ran before to arrive to the bus, we were late!, but we are lucky and we could took it:).&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Figueres, and we bought the presents, (a very beautiful presents!:D), and at half past six, we took another bus and we returned to Sant Pere.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we arrived in Sant Pere at seven o'clock, so she went to her house, because she will go to Roses Carnival, and I went to Marian's house, she have just arrived at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Marian and me went to my house and we had dinner there, and later, we went to Marian's house and we slept there.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, we wake up at nine o'clock, we would sleep more, but Julia, Marian's sister, wake up us.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to search all our friends, and we take our motorbikes and we went outside. Marian, Lluís, Tete, Aleix and me, went to different towns, like Sant Tomàs, Sant Miquel, Vilamacolum..., and we finished going to Camallera, on the Tete's grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for a moment here, and we returned to Sant Pere.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the afternoon, we went to Carnival. At half past four, all my friends came to my house, and we dress up, and we went to the Carnival. We dressed up of mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;Later to the parade, we went to my house, and later, to Pau's birthday. We had dinner and we gave to him our presents, and later we went to the night parade.&lt;br /&gt;Well, later the parade we went to the party and I left to my home at four o'clock, because I felt really dizzy [not for the alchoool!;)]&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Sunday, I woke up at one o'clock and I went to lunch in la Jonquera with my uncles and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;On the afternoon, I went with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I posted some of the photos that I did this weekend, so you can see here; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2018761&amp;amp;id=1170863263&amp;amp;l=5c35d"&gt;First album&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2018766&amp;amp;id=1170863263&amp;amp;l=513eb"&gt;Second Album&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sometimes it's really good take a relax time, I thinkt that it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that it's enough for today!&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desfilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7939818651263189950-1844684674874895761?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/1844684674874895761/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=1844684674874895761' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1844684674874895761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1844684674874895761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-weekend.html' title='A DIFFERENT WEEKEND.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SaMBeyIkQ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/CUZiAtNz30I/s72-c/carnaaval%2709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-8698799734557701138</id><published>2009-02-13T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:53:14.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPHY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SZWUcr3NdfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YpMCc0aFAmc/s1600-h/camara+toni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SZWUcr3NdfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YpMCc0aFAmc/s320/camara+toni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307356830168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I will talk about one of my little hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;I really like take photos arround where I go, but I think that my photos likes to me, but no to the others persons, but I don't give importance to it.;)&lt;br /&gt;When I go to somewhere, I like bring my camara. I think that always it's a good oportunity for do photos.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I feel bad, I take my camara and my motorbike and I go to different places and I take fotos of the things that I like, like the beach, the forest, the trees...&lt;br /&gt;I know that my photos are bad, but when I do it, I don't think with things that I'm worry about in this moment, so I think that it's a good way to disconnect a little bit of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like do photos to my friends, and when we are doing it, we smile and pass a good time.&lt;br /&gt;My computer is full of photos, but I like it, beucase I have all my good moments here, and I can remember it when I want.&lt;br /&gt;In all my life I had two camaras. The first camara was a "kings" present from my parents, when I was thirteen years old, and I don't know what happens with it but it finish to work, and this summer, the firts that I did when I recived my first salary was buy a camara, because I passed four months without camara, and I want one. Now I have a &lt;a href="http://www.swotti.com/tmp/swotti/cacheC29UESBJEWJLCNNOB3QGZHNJIHQYMDA=/imgsony%20cybershot%20dsc%20t2004.jpg"&gt;Sony Cyber-Shot DSC T-200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.swotti.com/tmp/swotti/cacheC29UESBJEWJLCNNOB3QGZHNJIHQYMDA=/imgsony%20cybershot%20dsc%20t2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swotti.com/tmp/swotti/cacheC29UESBJEWJLCNNOB3QGZHNJIHQYMDA=/imgsony%20cybershot%20dsc%20t2004.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and I like so much, and it have a Smile Shutter and we laugh a lot with it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I can't write more, I feel so bad, so I will finish here;)&lt;br /&gt;Good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; The camara of the photo, isn't mine, it's from Toni, a friend who is studying photography;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoughts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pensaments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7939818651263189950-8698799734557701138?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/8698799734557701138/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=8698799734557701138' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8698799734557701138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8698799734557701138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/02/photography.html' title='PHOTOGRAPHY.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SZWUcr3NdfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YpMCc0aFAmc/s72-c/camara+toni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2949988016370747294</id><published>2009-02-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:27:24.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>FAST FOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fabfoodpix.com/content/fast-food/fast-food-ff001906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 356px;" src="http://www.fabfoodpix.com/content/fast-food/fast-food-ff001906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I will give to you my opinion about fast food.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I read Laura Penkert's blog, and I read her post about the kitchen and I read that she doesn't like fast food, and me too, and I thought that it can be a good topic to talk in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I think that fast food is one of the worst things that have been invented in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Fast food is the term given to food that can be prepared and served very quickly. In the "restaurants" of fast food there isn't service of waiters or tables.&lt;br /&gt;There is a long single file that you must wait for you torn, you take the food that you want, and later you go out to the street and eat walking, or also, you can take your food and sit down in one table of the establishement.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now there is a lot of people that eat mínimum three times a week fast food, don't matter the reason that it be.&lt;br /&gt;Fast food it's very bad for a healthy diet. All these food it's fried at contains a lot of oil.&lt;br /&gt;The most known restaurants of fast food are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mc.Donald's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burguer King&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I only went one time on a restaurant of fast food, and it was when I discovered that it was junk food.&lt;br /&gt;If I eat fast food it's because it isn't another way, I think I will eat, but I prefer eat another thing.&lt;br /&gt;The only positive point of view that I see in the fast food is that if you have a lot of hurry, you can buy something because you will eat quickly, but I still thinking that I prefer eat an apple!:)&lt;br /&gt;In United States, there is a lot of fast food, so there is a lot of children that are growing with obesity, and it's really bad for these children. There is the excuse that their parents work and they can't do the lunch, and they give some money to their children because they can buy some of food, and the children buy fast food.&lt;br /&gt;A children can  grow bad without a control of his alimentation form someone adult.&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, we must avoid the fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VOCABULARY LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single file:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fila índia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junk food:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjar "escombraria".&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-2949988016370747294?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2949988016370747294/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2949988016370747294' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2949988016370747294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2949988016370747294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/02/fast-food.html' title='FAST FOOD.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-8687676453287894050</id><published>2009-02-07T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:50:56.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>MY NEW BEDROOM.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I will tell something to you about my new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have five years, I live in this house, so, when I move to it, I choosed my bedroom and it was a bunk bed, but I grow up and I didn't like it, and my parents said me that I must use it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Mi father is the handy of the fouse, so he proposed to  me that we can turn the bunk bed in a simple bed to wait for the new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted his idea and I slept with this bed for a three years.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my parents say me that if I want, I can change my bedroom, because I'm more older and I can decide better.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we (my mother, my brother, my father and I) went to Ikea in Barcelona, because we never went to Ikea, and my father wants to see it, and I started: look this bed!, look this table!... and at the end of the day... I have all my bedroom new!:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;We take our car (we went with the van of the work of my father), and we put all the boxes inside, it was full! I was surprised, we bought a lot!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, when we arrived to Sant Pere, we went to Figueres and we went to bought the paint for the walls and the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my father painted my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;During these two weeks, in the night, before to go to dinner, my father and my brother, every day set up a part of all the furniture, and this Wednesday night, my bedroom have finished!:):)&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can improve the results with the photos;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2olwhZyDI/AAAAAAAAARA/pXqeVQIEuh0/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2olwhZyDI/AAAAAAAAARA/pXqeVQIEuh0/s320/DSC02874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077703118571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pass the door, you can see a big photo of a city in the night, the mirrors, the cupboard, the bed, this red table (is for do homework or study, breakfast... into the bed!:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omGFce0I/AAAAAAAAARI/kBa-vvyAcLU/s1600-h/DSC02875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omGFce0I/AAAAAAAAARI/kBa-vvyAcLU/s320/DSC02875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077708906888002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo, you can see a cork full of photos of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have this on top of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omBOPy_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ul8bR30dnnk/s1600-h/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omBOPy_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ul8bR30dnnk/s320/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077707601628146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a money box, but it's like a sheep.:)&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my birthday presents from my friends. I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omTWA-sI/AAAAAAAAARY/pMYFQBeDzjk/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omTWA-sI/AAAAAAAAARY/pMYFQBeDzjk/s320/DSC02878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077712466049730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can see the mirrors. I like it a lot!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omkj0LkI/AAAAAAAAARg/klkBgKBoaAU/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 81px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2omkj0LkI/AAAAAAAAARg/klkBgKBoaAU/s320/DSC02881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077717087333954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, you can see my desk, my computer, my books, and my sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it!:)&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for you!&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/7939818651263189950-8687676453287894050?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/8687676453287894050/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=8687676453287894050' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8687676453287894050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8687676453287894050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-bedroom.html' title='MY NEW BEDROOM.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SY2olwhZyDI/AAAAAAAAARA/pXqeVQIEuh0/s72-c/DSC02874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2573243302402399271</id><published>2009-01-20T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:12:14.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>SingStar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will talk about one of my Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't recive a lot of presents this Christmas, but I really like my presents, so I have enough.&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th of December, we did a dinner with my cousins, aunts, uncles, my grandmother and my grandfather, and my parents give us our presents.&lt;br /&gt;For me, under the tree, there was a collection of necklace, earrings and a bracalet of Tous. I really liked it, and for my brother, there were a G-Star trousers, a Desigual shirt and  Pull&amp;amp;Bear jumper. In this same night, my brother and I gave our presents to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;Well, from our uncles, aunts and grandparents, we recived money.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Kings, my grandmother give me money, my aunt and my uncle money too, and my cousin Miquel, give me a cologne, Amor Amor Tentation. I really like it!:P&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all the money that we recived with my brother, we bougt the PlayStation 3 including two games; Fifa 09 and LittleBigPlanet. Apart from these games, we bought the SingStar volumen 1, an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SXYgIoMTgDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/21hr8CEmgnU/s1600-h/SingStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SXYgIoMTgDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/21hr8CEmgnU/s200/SingStar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293453744620666930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I want to talk about it, about the SingStar.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when  I stay with my friends, and we are cold outside, we went to a house, and sometimes, we go to my house and we play SingStar, and always, the person who doesn't wanto to sing, finish the time singing a song, or two, or three! It's impossible stay infront of the television and don't sing nothing! jaja!&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day we went to Figueres  and Marian bought me a present when I was in another shop with other people. It was the new SingStar, the SingStar volumen 3.&lt;br /&gt;All of us like a lot it, and the first thing that we did when we arrived in Sant Pere, was play with it! jaja!&lt;br /&gt;In this SingStar there a lot of songs that we like so much, and we pass a lot of time singing, even Pau! He never want to sing, but, finally, he finish the afternoon singing a lot, like al&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SXYeHgvAgdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xGu2lxuaLYY/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SXYeHgvAgdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xGu2lxuaLYY/s320/DSC02749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293451526415614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l of us!:)&lt;br /&gt;The songs that I like sing more are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya nada volverá a ser como antes&lt;/span&gt;, of El Canto del Loco, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something Stupid&lt;/span&gt; of Nicole Kidman and Robie Williams, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;/span&gt; of El Canto del Loco too... I don't know! There are many really good songs!&lt;br /&gt;The Playstation is in the bedroom of my brother, so , we can go always that we want, apart from the moments that my brother is playing with his friends or he is sleeping or things like that.&lt;br /&gt;We don't disturb anybody, well, yes... only the neighbour! jaja!:D&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that if you played anytime with this game, you enjoyed it, or not?:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's enough for today!&lt;br /&gt;BigKiss*&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/7939818651263189950-2573243302402399271?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2573243302402399271/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2573243302402399271' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2573243302402399271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2573243302402399271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/01/singstar.html' title='SingStar.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SXYgIoMTgDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/21hr8CEmgnU/s72-c/SingStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-3945586949215892635</id><published>2009-01-13T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:17:04.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>ALWAYS TOGETHER, ALWAYS WITH YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SWy62FLI54I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2oVIPgiESAI/s1600-h/hughuughuuug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SWy62FLI54I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2oVIPgiESAI/s320/hughuughuuug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290809100518090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I want to write something for Laura.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Laura is in the hospital. Now, she is a little bit better, but she must rest in the hospital for a days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why and because, but Laura took the virus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meningitis B&lt;/span&gt;, and now, the only thing that I can say, it's that I hope that soon she will stay with us like before.&lt;br /&gt;I meet Laura since I started in the high school in Castelló. In 3th of E.S.O, we went in the same class, and we turn our relation in a really good relation.&lt;br /&gt;In 4th of E.S.O, we went to the same class again, and we continued with our laughs, with our silly things, and with great moments when we stayed together. Always, when I had a problem, the only thing that I must do was take the telephone and talk with she, and she helps me a lot with everything. The problems didn't leave in the same moment that I talk with she, it's impossible, but she helps me and always I finish the time seeing the problems with another point or view, and everything seems diferent, and seeing that it could be worse that it's.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; batxillerat, and she is doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cientific&lt;/span&gt;, and there aren't the same moments that the last year, but we continue staying together, but with less time. When I can meet with she, she can't, and when she can meet, I can't. Regardless of everything, when we meet, this day is an unforgettable day.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, the only thing that I did, is think in she, and with her family. Like I said before, the only thing that I want now is that she returns here with her optimistic thought and all finish like nothing had happened.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SWy8jXOqQmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uS5OuRfWz3U/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SWy8jXOqQmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uS5OuRfWz3U/s320/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290810977970438754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Laura! All of us are with you! You can obtain all that you set out!&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;Remember, always together, always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with you.&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this video for her birthday, if you want to see it, cou can see it &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=FJilr03DyIw"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/7939818651263189950-3945586949215892635?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/3945586949215892635/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=3945586949215892635' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3945586949215892635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/3945586949215892635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-together-always-with-you.html' title='ALWAYS TOGETHER, ALWAYS WITH YOU.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SWy62FLI54I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2oVIPgiESAI/s72-c/hughuughuuug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-8948618981027355649</id><published>2009-01-02T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:02:02.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's 2th of Jenuary of 2009, the second day of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Well, about the party of New Year's Eve, I only can say that it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Like all the Christmas Holidays days, we stayed together, and we went around the town with motorbikes and we played singstar all the afternoon. At the night, we went to Sergi's house. We prepared everything for the dinner and we started to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After to eat everything, we played Singstar, and we laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;At 12 o'clock we had a lot of nerves over us, we started to eat the grapes, and I could eat all the grapes despite some incidents...&lt;br /&gt;Later of the grapes, Marian and me, started to run around the town with our heels and I couldn't but, I kept, and we went to wish a happy new year to our brothers and his friends that it was in the other side of the town. Later, we went to wish a happy new year to my parents and finally, we went again to Segi's house and all of us, started to clean everything, because we wouldn't see his mother angry with us! jaja!&lt;br /&gt;Well, before to go to Centre Cívic in the party, we walked around the neighborhood and we wish a happy new year to all the people that we found in the street.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at 1 o'clock, more or less, we went to the party, that it was near of my house.&lt;br /&gt;Dance, sing, play, laugh, jump, run, walk, change our shoes(we couldn't stay more time with the heels!)... we did a lot of things, and when we look the clock, it was 6:30 of the morning!&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I was the only girl of our group that was resting in the party, so I decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got up at 3 o'clock of the afternoon, and I went to walk around the town with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, it's a quarter to one and I must do the lunch for my family, because my parents are working, but my brother is sleeping(he's a lucky person.. jaja!).&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that your New Year that arrived, will be better or like the 2008.&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for you!&lt;br /&gt;P.S: About the photos that you can see below... no coments please! There are a lot of strange faces! jaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SV4WI8-AvMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vl_Sfr9au5o/s1600-h/capdany2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SV4WI8-AvMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vl_Sfr9au5o/s320/capdany2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286687355640528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7939818651263189950-8948618981027355649?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/8948618981027355649/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=8948618981027355649' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8948618981027355649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8948618981027355649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SV4WI8-AvMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vl_Sfr9au5o/s72-c/capdany2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-8885943831957548917</id><published>2008-12-19T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:11:40.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>INVISIBLE FRIEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://virgo2008.com/imagen/regalo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 338px;" src="http://virgo2008.com/imagen/regalo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today begin the Christmas holidays. I was waiting for this day for a long time, I need relax and enjoy myself with my friends, without thinking about the exams that I have tomorrow, the homework...&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this post, I will talk about the invisible friend. I really like this "game", because you are waiting to know who is preparing your present and you are doing clues because the other person knows who are doing the present to him.&lt;br /&gt;In this game is participating Júlia, Clàudia, Nuri, Cèlia, Laura Juncà, Judit and me. Everyday, we give us clues, and I don't know when, but we will do a supper and we will give us our presents.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's a funny game, because always, there is a person who it's really impatient and always is asking to everyone things and you laugh about it because nobody says nothing and he/she gets angry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this afternoon I will go tho buy the present for my invisible friend with my brother in Figueres, and we will buy another presents for the family.&lt;br /&gt;See you!&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/7939818651263189950-8885943831957548917?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/8885943831957548917/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=8885943831957548917' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8885943831957548917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8885943831957548917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/12/invisible-friend.html' title='INVISIBLE FRIEND.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-1017587487323106157</id><published>2008-12-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:12:06.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second term.'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bigmarketing.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 106px;" src="http://bigmarketing.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/logo_facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first post of the second term. About my mark of the first term, I think thats it's really good!:)&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will speak about Facebook. Facebook is a social networking that you can post photos, send messages to your friends and others. The access to your website or profile is privately, so if you want to see a website of one person, you must have it in your list of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are a lot of people that have Facebook, (I'm included in this group of people!:D).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that if you are boring, you can go to Facebook and play to the games that it has, like Geo Challenge, Word Challenge, Who has the biggest brain, Bowling Buddies, and others. I'm not very good with this games, but with this you can pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm conscient that I'm get hooked with this application because you go here, later in another, and later play a game, and later, and later, and later... and with this form, your time pass very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's late, and I have another things to do, so, I hope that the mark of the second term will be the same of the first!:)&lt;br /&gt;see you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7939818651263189950-1017587487323106157?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/1017587487323106157/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=1017587487323106157' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1017587487323106157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1017587487323106157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-964458826713967225</id><published>2008-11-30T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:07:06.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS IS COMMING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.emule.com/fondo-navidad-bugs-bunny/fondo-navidad-bugs-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://d.emule.com/fondo-navidad-bugs-bunny/fondo-navidad-bugs-bunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will put the last post of this therm.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I really like Christmas. The first cause it's because we don't have any preocupations (yes, we must do the homework... but only this!=D).&lt;br /&gt;Other cause it's because the streets become very beautiful, the atmosphere... Everything.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the family's foods, because sometimes, we only get together in Christmas, so I really like stay hours and hours in the table and speak, play table games, cards... things like that.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this Christmas will be very promising!&lt;br /&gt;As I told you, maybe, I will go to the El Canto del Loco's concert, there is New Year' s eve too, the day of "Kings". I think that this day, we will dress up of page and we will enjoy it a lot, only seeing the face of the little boys and girls..:)&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's too soon to wish to you a Merry Christmas, but if I don't say it now, I wouldn't say it, so, I WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-964458826713967225?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/964458826713967225/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=964458826713967225' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/964458826713967225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/964458826713967225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-comming_30.html' title='CHRISTMAS IS COMMING.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-8741396958055593492</id><published>2008-11-26T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:07:25.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>HARD EXAMS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1ng1f8cRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYf-TJ8YuKk/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1ng1f8cRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYf-TJ8YuKk/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272984552535257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm very tired and sad. This weekend I'll must study every day, all the day Philosophy. I don't like, but I must do it.&lt;br /&gt;In some subjects, I'm playing the "pas", like Maths, Spanish, Catalan and Philosophy, because we've already did only an exam, and if the mark it's low, we can't be absent-minded, because we are in the doors to fail.&lt;br /&gt;The next week it's full of exams. From today, we will have an exam everyday until 6th of December&lt;br /&gt;I get stress a lot with the exams, and my family say: "Exams finish please!", because I'm angry with all the people that it's around me (but not all the time!:D) and the persons who pay more this "stress attacks" are my family.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that it's one of the lasts posts of the blog...&lt;br /&gt;I think that I won't have enough time to comment any more.&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for you, and don't get stress with the exams, but I think that it's impossible, so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK.&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-8741396958055593492?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/8741396958055593492/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=8741396958055593492' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8741396958055593492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/8741396958055593492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-exams.html' title='HARD EXAMS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1ng1f8cRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYf-TJ8YuKk/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-4763899788651684063</id><published>2008-11-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:07:39.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>PANCAKES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estaticos02.telva.com/albumes/2007/11/14/actividades_familia/1195044417_extras_albumes_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 215px;" src="http://estaticos02.telva.com/albumes/2007/11/14/actividades_familia/1195044417_extras_albumes_0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to put a recipe of a dessert that I like so much!&lt;br /&gt;I really like do pancakes and I like eat it too!:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, I will put the recipe for do twenty pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;·1'5 litres of milk&lt;br /&gt;·12 eggs&lt;br /&gt;·0'5kg of flour&lt;br /&gt;· 1/4 of sugar&lt;br /&gt;· A little of Royal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCEDURE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the 1'5 litres of milk, the 1/4 of sugar and the 0'5 of flour in a container.&lt;br /&gt;2. Separate the egg white of the yolk, and put it in the container.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the egg white in a "point of snow".&lt;br /&gt;4. Mix the egg white with the flour, sugar, milk and the yolk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mix everything with the mixer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Everything it's already to put in the pan and start to cook the pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you finish to cook the pancakes, you must enjoy yourself eating it!:)&lt;br /&gt;The point 7 it's the one that I like more!:P&lt;br /&gt;You can eat it with chocolate, jam fruits... all that you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recipe for do sweet pancakes. If you want to have salty pancakes, you must change 1/4 of sugar for spoonful of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like when my mother does pancakes for all my friends and me. They come to my house and we stay together again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeeYoouu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-4763899788651684063?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/4763899788651684063/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=4763899788651684063' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/4763899788651684063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/4763899788651684063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/pancakes.html' title='PANCAKES.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-7919950606150324281</id><published>2008-11-26T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:07:53.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>"GRRANNDES FINDES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1UKG35W2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/itWcovE508o/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamolamola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1UKG35W2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/itWcovE508o/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamolamola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963271341202274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I will speak about my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;As I told you in the first exam, since summer, I started to go out wit a really good group of friends, here, in Sant Pere Pescador.&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend, we don't stay never in home. We are always around Sant Pere, with the motorbikes or watching the "boys" playing football...&lt;br /&gt;We do a lot of things, so it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend starts on Friday night. The "girls", we went to see the training of football of the boys or simply, turn for the town and we tell us everything that happened during the week.&lt;br /&gt;When the boys finish the training, if the weather is cold, we went to a house of someone and we watch a film or we go to "Ruki", one bar of Sant Pere, and we stay there drinking something, playing table football, billard, talking, watching TV... but I think that the best thing it's STAY TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Saturday, sometimes I use my time for do the homework that I can't finish on the Friday afternoon, and in the Saturday afternoon, we go to see the football match of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;When the play in another town, the girls, we take our motorbikes and we do photos, we go to the cinema, we going to beach, we go to shopping... we do a lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;The most wanted moment it's Saturday night. We can go to Fata, to Ruki's bar, [...], to "Centre Civic"... We have a lot of places to go, and we enjoy it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;But later... in Sunday morning... we are so sleeped!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, usually, I must go to my grandfathers house, and have lunch there, and in the afternoon, I must study.&lt;br /&gt;I study and if I can, I go out, because I have all the homework did.&lt;br /&gt;In Sundays, we are sad, because the weekend it's ending and Monday is comming...&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I will speak about my friends, so, now I don't have enough time, I must study for the "trimestral" exam of history!&lt;br /&gt;BigKiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the pepole that I go are in the photos, so now, I don't have enough time to search all.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1Ulz8plYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nYYYrM_R-Us/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarianloofe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1Ulz8plYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nYYYrM_R-Us/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarianloofe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963747297203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7939818651263189950-7919950606150324281?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/7919950606150324281/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=7919950606150324281' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7919950606150324281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7919950606150324281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/grranndes-findes.html' title='&quot;GRRANNDES FINDES&quot;'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SS1UKG35W2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/itWcovE508o/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamolamola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-5796070893504157081</id><published>2008-11-22T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:08:06.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>EL CANTO DEL LOCO'S CONCERT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SSf3Q9qmB-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K576ehIMIrc/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SSf3Q9qmB-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K576ehIMIrc/s320/DSC00422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271453759663638498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to talk about one special day in this summer.&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I went to El Canto del Loco's concert, in La Bisbal d'Empordà. I enjoyed it a lot, because since I was ten, I always wish see this group in live.&lt;br /&gt;I really like El Canto del Loco.&lt;br /&gt;It was the concert of their new CD: "Personas"&lt;br /&gt;The concert was fantastic, so there were a lot of people. It was striking.&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of photos and videos of the songs that I like more.&lt;br /&gt;El Canto del Loco, in 23th of December will play in Barcelona, in Palau Sant Jordi, and maybe, if my friend Marian extracts good marks in the final exams, we will go to the concert and later, to her house to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;El Canto del Loco, is one of my favourite groups. I think that their have beautiful and reality lyrics, so, sometimes, I feel identify with this.&lt;br /&gt;If we can go to the concert of Barcelona, now, I can say that it will be another day to remeber!&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/7939818651263189950-5796070893504157081?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/5796070893504157081/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=5796070893504157081' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5796070893504157081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/5796070893504157081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-canto-del-locos-concert.html' title='EL CANTO DEL LOCO&apos;S CONCERT.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SSf3Q9qmB-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K576ehIMIrc/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-170480974607448071</id><published>2008-11-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:08:19.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>CAPUCCINO TIME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SScZrlTzu2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/-BSKLmb7zaM/s1600-h/1225893984484_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SScZrlTzu2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/-BSKLmb7zaM/s200/1225893984484_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271210125400718178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't have any topic to talk, so finally, I decided to talk about the break time in study times.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, now, we are in a period of finals exams and seems that it wouldn't finish never.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, sometimes when I feel bad or tired, I have a "relax" time.&lt;br /&gt;I start to go to the kitchen and doing a Capuccino. Yes, I like it!:D&lt;br /&gt;Later, I go to the sofa, and I switch on the TV, and like its logical, I see it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that when we are studying, a "relax time" it's essential, because you can disconnect of the exams, and studies... And disconnect a little, always is good for your mind and you would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I took the Capuccino with my friends in my house and we laugh a lot, like every moment that we are together.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today it's Friday, and I'm very tired because I've spent all the afternoon with my homework and now, I will continue to read the book of "Spanish", so, I think that it's enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you enjoy your weekend.;)&lt;br /&gt;XXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-170480974607448071?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/170480974607448071/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=170480974607448071' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/170480974607448071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/170480974607448071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/capuccino-time.html' title='CAPUCCINO TIME.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SScZrlTzu2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/-BSKLmb7zaM/s72-c/1225893984484_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-1396497356256708161</id><published>2008-11-07T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:08:32.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>AUSTRALIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to speak about one of the countries that I would like to visit. One of this countries is Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the meaning that I would like to travel to this country, but, I think that it's for his landscapes, for the animals...&lt;br /&gt;I really like kangaroos, and see the animals running with liberty in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Australia is situated in the Pacific Oceans, in the southern hemisphere. His neighbouring countries include Indonesia, East Timor and Papua New Guinea to the north, the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu and New Caledonia to the north-east, and New Zealand to the south-east.&lt;br /&gt;Australia is the only country to occupy an entire continent.&lt;br /&gt;The capital of Australia is Canberra, but the most known is Sydney. Australia has the highest standard of living of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to go to Australia when I'll be a bit bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I think visit this country will be very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll put two photos. One is of a Koala climbing a tree (eucalyptus), and the second one, is of two kangaroos, the mother and the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SRR7SGDYxTI/AAAAAAAAALw/x0IxVhPAD5Q/s1600-h/610px-Koala_climbing_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SRR7SGDYxTI/AAAAAAAAALw/x0IxVhPAD5Q/s320/610px-Koala_climbing_tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265969415095633202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SRR7e0e6DfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3LHAHcBJEuk/s1600-h/Australia019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SRR7e0e6DfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3LHAHcBJEuk/s320/Australia019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265969633717521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can travel to Australia in my future, I will be very happy and proud.&lt;br /&gt;Other places that I would like to travel is Canada, United States, New Zealand, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, and more, and more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I really like travel and take photos of everything that it's in my vist!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7939818651263189950-1396497356256708161?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/1396497356256708161/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=1396497356256708161' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1396497356256708161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/1396497356256708161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-today-i-want-to-speak-about-one-of.html' title='AUSTRALIA.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SRR7SGDYxTI/AAAAAAAAALw/x0IxVhPAD5Q/s72-c/610px-Koala_climbing_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-7481961964763810262</id><published>2008-10-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:08:46.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>A ALL LIFE FRIEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQoSVdLNuUI/AAAAAAAAALg/0qugox-bKV4/s1600-h/laiailaurapeqees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQoSVdLNuUI/AAAAAAAAALg/0qugox-bKV4/s320/laiailaurapeqees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263039274354063682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was a younger, everyday, I stayed with Laia hours and hours. When we finished the school in the midday, we stayed one hour together, because she come to my house until one o'clock, the time that her mother finished to work. Later, we went to school together, with our mothers, and when we finished the classes, at five o'clock, we went to the park in the spring, summer and autumn, and in the winter, we went to my  house or her house and we played with dolls, or simulate that we were doctors and one of us was ill, and we restored to health with tickling.&lt;br /&gt;We always laughed a lot, and never we were angry.&lt;br /&gt;When the summer come, and the classes finish, every morning, we went to the beach with her little sister, Eva, and my brother Joan.&lt;br /&gt;Now, when we meet, we talk about everything, and if there are something wrong, we help ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Laia is a great person that you can confide your secrets in, and she wouldn't say anything to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when there is a long time that I don't see her, I miss she, her laughs, her way of being, her way to understand me...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I see Laia every day, because we go together in the car to go to the institute, because we live near.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm delighted to meet she, and this isn't a compliance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can see a photo of our in the concert of El Canto del Loco in la Bisbal this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a kiss and a hug for Laia, and a big THANKS FOR EVERYTHING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQoTUm9fvgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ky4dZgb8B2k/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQoTUm9fvgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ky4dZgb8B2k/s320/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040359312637442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7939818651263189950-7481961964763810262?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/7481961964763810262/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=7481961964763810262' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7481961964763810262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/7481961964763810262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend-since-my-childhood.html' title='A ALL LIFE FRIEND.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQoSVdLNuUI/AAAAAAAAALg/0qugox-bKV4/s72-c/laiailaurapeqees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-206559774504354999</id><published>2008-10-29T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:10:08.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>HOW ABOUT MUSIC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my free time, I stay many time listening to music. I really like listen to music when I'm lonely, when I'm with friends, when I'm sad, when I'm happy...&lt;br /&gt;Inside the English music, I like groups like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Patrol,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keane&lt;/span&gt;... Inside the Spanish music, I like groups like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Canto del Loco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Oreja de Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despistaos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melendi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huecco&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, seems that If I like some of this groups, others can't like to me, but it's well...&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that I mix different styles of music, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I listen a little bit of everything except punk, hard rock, reggaeton...&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I want to talk about one song in particular. When I feel bad or sad, I like to listen to this song uninterrupted, and I'm not tired to listen to it. I discovered this song, this summer, when I was working. We had the radio ON, and I heard it, and I liked it so much. This september, when I stayed in home, I found the name of the song, because I only knew the group: Oasis. I like it because it remembers my summer, people with I worked...&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when we listen a song for the first time, we don't put our attention in the letter, we only heard the music and the rhythm. Later, when you listen the song attentively, we put our attention in the letter and we want to discover the meaning of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Before to discover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't look back in anger&lt;/span&gt;, I only knew one song of this group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;, and I really like too.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will put the song, if you want to listen to it, and the link of the leter too.&lt;br /&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://www.quedeletras.com/letra-cancion-dont-look-back-in-anger-bajar-30695/disco-definitely-maybe/oasis-dont-look-back-in-anger.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the letter, and below, it's the video.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz_3ljfBass&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz_3ljfBass&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7939818651263189950-206559774504354999?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/206559774504354999/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=206559774504354999' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/206559774504354999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/206559774504354999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-about-music.html' title='HOW ABOUT MUSIC?'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-549460533548705890</id><published>2008-10-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:10:23.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>MY BROTHER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQDChKRieHI/AAAAAAAAALY/lj1Mc2YASQ4/s1600-h/jaja%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQDChKRieHI/AAAAAAAAALY/lj1Mc2YASQ4/s320/jaja%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418239718127730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to speak about one of the most important person in my life. My brother.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Joan, and he is nineteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;When I spend my time with him, I never find a word to explain my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... I feel happy, good... When we are together, we always laught a lot!&lt;br /&gt;We laugh for any thing, though it's a silly thing. He does noises that make me laugh so much! Yes, I know, we are crazy, he for do noises, and me for laugh of this!&lt;br /&gt;When we are younger, we always were fighting, but I think that now, we are more mature, and we help ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he has a car and he drives me where I want, and sometimes, we catch it and we go to turn around without destination and we listen to music that we like.&lt;br /&gt;We like almost  the same style of music.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he doesn't know that I'm doing this, and he is lying in my bed and we are talking about our day and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;When we meet at the disco or in party we say "hello" and we like stay together, we don't have any problem like other sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we have lived a lot of things, good and bad, that have joined.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can enjoy this moments, this laughs, EVERYTHING, for a long long time.!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will put a photo that we don't appear really good, but... we are LAUGHING.:), and another one when we are younger.&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQDCP7xwvdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AVP8ApTPfx0/s1600-h/Picture+0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQDCP7xwvdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AVP8ApTPfx0/s320/Picture+0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417943768972754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oodNight*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-549460533548705890?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/549460533548705890/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=549460533548705890' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/549460533548705890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/549460533548705890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brother.html' title='MY BROTHER.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SQDChKRieHI/AAAAAAAAALY/lj1Mc2YASQ4/s72-c/jaja%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-623070467528386381</id><published>2008-10-16T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:10:35.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>RIDE BICYCLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdUYUO0BRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-_Pc1oilhVI/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbguaiguaiblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdUYUO0BRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-_Pc1oilhVI/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbguaiguaiblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763866702775570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at home because I'm ill...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to talk about one of my hobbies. I like a lot ride by bike, catch it and go without nothing place to go.&lt;br /&gt;When I ride my bike, I feel good, relaxed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I feel bad, I go without know where I will go, and when I come to my house, I feel better because in this time, I didn't think about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm going by bicycle since I was three years old.&lt;br /&gt;I remember, that when my father wanted to took away my little wheels of the little bicycle, he at first, took away one, and I said to him that if he doesn't took away my TWO little wheels, i won't take the bicycle any more&lt;br /&gt;time! (:D), and my father took away the two wheels of my little bike, and I began to ride this, as if carried all my life going bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this summer, I went to work by bicycle every day, and I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdXbKvF0OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/htS4EJj5xCI/s1600-h/ohhqinesdeeents+jjajakl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdXbKvF0OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/htS4EJj5xCI/s400/ohhqinesdeeents+jjajakl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257767214228295906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more or less eight quilometres every day, because, mor or less, I had two and a half quilometres for go, and I did this travel three times on a day, because the last, my parents came to find me because it finish to work at eleven o'clock of the night and it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, you know more of about me and my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdV1_34n8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pmOg4i2myVA/s1600-h/BBBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHBLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7939818651263189950-623070467528386381?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/623070467528386381/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=623070467528386381' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/623070467528386381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/623070467528386381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/ride-bicycle.html' title='RIDE BICYCLE.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SPdUYUO0BRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-_Pc1oilhVI/s72-c/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbguaiguaiblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-4607050702018847380</id><published>2008-10-14T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:10:49.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>MIRRORS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO-NF0pMLUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H0T908j-rGA/s1600-h/mirrors_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO-NF0pMLUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H0T908j-rGA/s320/mirrors_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255574421334928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I will speak about a film that I saw in the cinema last weekend with my friends Laia, Lídia, Marian, Lluís, Aleix and Tete. It's a terror film, I don't like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Carson, the protagonist of the film, one year ago was suspended from his job in the Police Departament in New York after shot another policeman. This accident not only cost him his job, he went an alcholic person.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, was anxious to overcome it and to meet again with his family, because he was separated, and he began to work of watchman in the burnt ruins of the stores Mayflower. It was awful, everything was black, and burnt. Therrorific. There were rats and something was falling of the roof.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ben began to work, and one day, in the middle of the night, while he was patrol arround the Mayflowers stores, he saw strange things reflected in the mirror. Ben was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, he realized that the mirrors were manipulating his reality because he was in front of the mirror and he can saw that he was dying. He ran in the house of his wife, and he painted all the mirrors to protect her and his sons.&lt;br /&gt;His daughter had watched by the mirror, and inside the mirror, she can saw that her mother was nailing a scissors in her neck, and the girl, who was outside the mirror, began to cry and her mother went to keep she in the cupboard to protect she.&lt;br /&gt;The mirror sent a message to Ben, it says that if he wore the nun, it stop to hurt he and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Ben took the car and went to the monastery. He took her but she didn't want it, and he brought her in front of the mirror. The mirror killed the nun, and stopped to hurt Ben and his family, when in this period of time, it had already killed his sister and hurt his wife and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm sorry for my mistakes, and I can't argue better the film because I was afraid and I couldn't look it more than 7 whole minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO-RZRrUdrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcUhZ9aYGtI/s1600-h/collagereflejos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO-RZRrUdrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcUhZ9aYGtI/s320/collagereflejos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255579153592514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7939818651263189950-4607050702018847380?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/4607050702018847380/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=4607050702018847380' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/4607050702018847380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/4607050702018847380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirrors.html' title='MIRRORS.'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO-NF0pMLUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H0T908j-rGA/s72-c/mirrors_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-9098591739687290874</id><published>2008-10-10T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:11:09.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>SUMMER '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO9fG9j3fgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/blp6gaSblkY/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO9fG9j3fgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/blp6gaSblkY/s400/DSC00851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523863373512194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to speak about my summer. It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I worked every day but it doesn't matter. I was enjoyed so much with the people that I worked. They were brilliant. I want to stand out two persons very importants in my summer.&lt;br /&gt;You can see their in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;Well. The girl that is in the middle is Lara. Lara is from Ponferrada (Castilla y León), and the another girl is Maite, and she is from Argelaguer (La Garrotxa).&lt;br /&gt;I decided to talk about their because I have spent all summer with them, working or at night.&lt;br /&gt;In the work, I have worked wiht Maite in the bar bar, and Lara was in the kitchen, but everything was right there, we could speak without moving of our work place.&lt;br /&gt;We worked in a place that many tourists were coming, and we had a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;Well. In the nights, some days, we went to party. Usually, we went to "Tropic Beach" a beach bar in the beach "L'Àmfora" in Sant Pere, near from Mas Gusó, the place that I worked.&lt;br /&gt;And another days, we went to "Fata", the discoteque of Sant Pere. And the others, we stayed in his house, because they have a "house" behind the work, because all the people that were working here, have a place to sleep, and we made parties in this home.&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget our hug. We made a hug called the "octopus hug", yes, we are crazy I know, don't remeber me it! :). We hug as if we are full of suction pads of octopus.&lt;br /&gt;Neither, I won't forget our song. Now, when I listen it, I feel happy, because I remember all the moments. You can listen the song &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=YnbBVWDtYm0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;In this summer we laught a lot our three together and all other.&lt;br /&gt;When the end of cummer came, we are sad because we know that we won't see us after a time, and happy, because we finish to work.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, when I sent you an email, fifty words are few to explain my big summer.=)&lt;br /&gt;I thing that it's de best Summer in my life, but I hope that the next, will be better than this!&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I want to explain other persons importants in my summer, but I think that for today, I have wrote enough.&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO9gIFcxcVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IcRCT8--ZsU/s1600-h/S5001912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO9gIFcxcVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IcRCT8--ZsU/s200/S5001912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255524982182736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7939818651263189950-9098591739687290874?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/9098591739687290874/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=9098591739687290874' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/9098591739687290874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/9098591739687290874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/summer-08.html' title='SUMMER &apos;08!'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/SO9fG9j3fgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/blp6gaSblkY/s72-c/DSC00851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939818651263189950.post-2061848942284690626</id><published>2008-10-01T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:16:08.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First term.'/><title type='text'>BLOG PRESENTATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first publication in my 1st Batxillerat blog.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this course will be more difficult than others, but if we are optimists, we can say: WE CAN!:)&lt;br /&gt;Well. As can you see, I started to personalize my blog.&lt;br /&gt;On the right, in the column of the gadgets, I put a reproductor of Radio and I put Radio Flaixbac (my "favourite" radio station); at first, when you open my blog, there is an advertisement but then, already, it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Below, it's something about me, my profile.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is a little calendar of a little sheeps; I don't know, but I like so much this animal there is something in it that strikes to me.&lt;br /&gt;Below of the calendar, you can see a list of links of the blogs of my friends (it is in "construction" because now, I don't have all the blogs).&lt;br /&gt;In the final places of the right column, you can see a normal clock and a counter of vists.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, below of the text publications, there are youtube videos. The videos are from APM, a TV3 program that I laught so much.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;See you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939818651263189950-2061848942284690626?l=somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/feeds/2061848942284690626/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939818651263189950&amp;postID=2061848942284690626' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2061848942284690626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939818651263189950/posts/default/2061848942284690626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutme4.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-everybody-this-is-my-first.html' title='BLOG PRESENTATION'/><author><name>Laura Carrera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062418985762223728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhqHV9Tuwlw/Sq_FFoJpExI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyS08NHIlk/S220/costabrava2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
