<?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-1242241630974321700</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:36.768-07:00</updated><category term='song'/><category term='my opinion about...'/><category term='something about me'/><category term='christmas day'/><title type='text'>Unresolved matter</title><subtitle type='html'>Neus Pagès Gelabert</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-5967366292893985759</id><published>2009-05-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:40:07.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sf6Ky5lwPKI/AAAAAAAABH4/FQwKCh5NKA4/s1600-h/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sf6Ky5lwPKI/AAAAAAAABH4/FQwKCh5NKA4/s320/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331851615910509730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my goooood&lt;/span&gt;! We have a lot of work during this next two weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First of all, I have a maths exam today and an english book exam! Tomorow spanish exam (...) and in 10 days I have more than 12 exams!! I think I'll be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the studients know it's their work, but... :( Moreover,  it's not only the exams, we have homework and homework and homework too. In this photo you can see (more or less) how are my bedroom's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this week was BARRAQUES FIGUERES'09! it was fantastic! But I only could go two days: Tuesday and Sunday. On Friday, I go to sleep eary because I should wake up at 9 o'clock to do all the homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Well, it's emply time!&lt;br /&gt;Good BYE!&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/1242241630974321700-5967366292893985759?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/5967366292893985759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=5967366292893985759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5967366292893985759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5967366292893985759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sf6Ky5lwPKI/AAAAAAAABH4/FQwKCh5NKA4/s72-c/how_to_prepare_for_exams.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-4805319747013736011</id><published>2009-04-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:31:24.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>'be water my friend'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sei8PzJV4UI/AAAAAAAABG4/4h8LTlrTjBI/s1600-h/1179651235_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713538979062082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sei8PzJV4UI/AAAAAAAABG4/4h8LTlrTjBI/s320/1179651235_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I want to talk about my girlfriends: Mercè, Laia and Marina.&lt;br /&gt;I can and would talk about a lot of things I have lived with them, so... Step by step. First of all, this photo was taken time ago in Mercè's house (maybe 4 years ago, approximately). We went there to give her a present because it had been her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I started ESO I went to the same classroom like Mercè and Laia. We have a lot of anecdotes together! They are really funny :) They are so special for me, and... What’s so special about them? I think I'll forget some adjectives and because of that I prefer to say only a thing: I feel I can trust them. In my opinion, this is the best thing a friend can say to his friend. I have listened people say it and... Then, it seems wrong. They have faults LIKE ME and like everybody. Anybody is perfect, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second of ESO, Marina went to our classroom and then, we were 4. (it isn't necessary I tell something about Marina, because people who have read my blogger know how she is special for me)&lt;br /&gt;I'm preocuped about the next year. We will be separated and our relation won't be so hard, maybe not, so... Laia and I, it's sure, are going to study in UB the next year; and Marina and Mercè don't know. It's not only the place we will live... The worst thing is we will study a lot to pass the exams and.. the meaning of it is we haven't enough time to enjoy together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neus, don't worry and be happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;-jajja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-4805319747013736011?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/4805319747013736011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=4805319747013736011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4805319747013736011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4805319747013736011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-water-my-friend.html' title='&apos;be water my friend&apos;'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sei8PzJV4UI/AAAAAAAABG4/4h8LTlrTjBI/s72-c/1179651235_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-815092354591245972</id><published>2009-04-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:00:32.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>barraques Figueres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sedw5nG10WI/AAAAAAAABGo/-H-ijon6Qn4/s1600-h/n669113490_789036_4898.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325349219441430882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sedw5nG10WI/AAAAAAAABGo/-H-ijon6Qn4/s320/n669113490_789036_4898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Setmana Santa has finished, and... We didn't have enough time to enjoy a lot! ¬¬" Well, it doesn't matter because barraques Figueres are coming! :)&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, barraques are the best party during the year; there, you can meet almost all your friends, and it's nice, right? There is a lot of kind of people: young, old... and it isn't the best! The most wonderful thing is that you’re listening music all the time (like in a disco), there are concerts too, and… you can imagine the rest. I don't meet anybody who hates it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put a photo Mercè took last year! I think it was in Marina's birthday. Marina was born on 27th of April, that you can imagine, it's typical day in barraques. However, this year the things have changed because the city hall has decided barraques will last 4 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now we have to study a lot because the next week we have a lot of exams! (Five, to be exact) Come on people! Let's work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-815092354591245972?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/815092354591245972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=815092354591245972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/815092354591245972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/815092354591245972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/barraques-figueres.html' title='barraques Figueres'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sedw5nG10WI/AAAAAAAABGo/-H-ijon6Qn4/s72-c/n669113490_789036_4898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-8625687349153730236</id><published>2009-04-12T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:02:41.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>this weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedtFOH7CVI/AAAAAAAABGY/4NQL-UZ89Tk/s1600-h/P1070713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325345020846999890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedtFOH7CVI/AAAAAAAABGY/4NQL-UZ89Tk/s320/P1070713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend has been so good! Moreover, the best thing have passed me was Pep come back Empuriabrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 4 month, I could see him :) He looks very well! I'm happy to see him so good! Now, in my point of view, he's more beautiful, and funnier than before. looooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He always was cocky but now he isn't. The most surprising thing is he wears an expensive clothes, plays to Mallorca, lives without his relatives, is allowed to go anywhere he wants!! He’s the perfect boy, you know! jajja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss him a lot!! The class isn't the same since he went to Mallorca. However, he must do it! Can you imagine that at any moment he can go to play with FCB? "A friend playing with FCB"; it's increible. I'm his idol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a good night! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-8625687349153730236?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/8625687349153730236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=8625687349153730236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8625687349153730236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8625687349153730236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedtFOH7CVI/AAAAAAAABGY/4NQL-UZ89Tk/s72-c/P1070713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-4272731462894539627</id><published>2009-04-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:06:46.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>The fray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedzRI_VvEI/AAAAAAAABGw/o0pQG9EiWhQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325351822697020482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedzRI_VvEI/AAAAAAAABGw/o0pQG9EiWhQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpiEEl_5pmA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mai vaig saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mai vaig saber que tot estava caiguent (vinguent aball),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that everyone I knew was waiting on a queue.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que tothom que coneixia estava esperant en una cua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girar-se i correr, quan tot el que necessitava era la veritat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but that´s how it´s got to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;però així són les coses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It´s coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tot està caiguent fins a convertir-se en apatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I´d rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Preferia correr a l'altre banda que quedar-me i veure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the smoke and who´s still standing when it clears and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el fum i qui encara estarà quan això s'aclari i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone knows I´m in Over my head Over my head&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tothom sap que estic sobre el meu cap, sobre el meu cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada 8 segons en temps lliure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she´s on your mind She´s on your mind&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ella està el meu pensament, ella està el meu pensament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let´s rearrange.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reorganitzem-nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M'agradaria que fossis un estrany de qui em podria desentendre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dir que estem d'acord i que les coses mai canviaràn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;along, but that´s disregard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suavitzar-ho una mica fins que ja estiguem arreglats, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;però no s'arreglarà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You find another friend and you discard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Troba un amic i oblida'l.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Com si perdessis l'argument per un cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone knows I´m in Over my head Over my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tothom sap que estic sobre el meu cap, sobre el meu cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cada 8 segons en temps lliure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she´s on your mind She´s on your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella està el meu pensament, ella està el meu pensament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;(X2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I de cop, em converteixo en part del teu passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I´m becoming the part that don´t last; I´m losing you and its effortless&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em converteixo en la part que no dura; t'estic perdent sense esforç.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amb silenci (sense só), perdem el terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the throw around&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre el llençament (tir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mai m'hagués imaginat que haguessis vulgut acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won´t let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No et deixaré caure fins que poguem encendre-la nosaltres mateixos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I particularly like listening this song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-4272731462894539627?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/4272731462894539627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=4272731462894539627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4272731462894539627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4272731462894539627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-my-head.html' title='The fray'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SedzRI_VvEI/AAAAAAAABGw/o0pQG9EiWhQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-8084755212814658380</id><published>2009-04-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:19:30.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>"mentiras y gordas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sdx2NjKPO7I/AAAAAAAABFg/xmdGqYrKPWE/s1600-h/cartel_mentiras_y_gordas_0101_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322258834793642930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sdx2NjKPO7I/AAAAAAAABFg/xmdGqYrKPWE/s320/cartel_mentiras_y_gordas_0101_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday in the afternoon, I saw this film in Mercè's house! In my opinon I was so good because of the main characters. They were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hugo Silva (Lucas in &lt;em&gt;Los hombres de paco&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maxi Iglesias (Cabano in &lt;em&gt;Fisica o químicia&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mario Casas (Aitor in &lt;em&gt;Los hombres de Paco&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yon González (Ivan in &lt;em&gt;El internado&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you know, these actors are very well-known around Spain! They are the nicest and the most beautiful actors. In my poin of view, if the main character weren't them, "mentiras y gordas" wouldn't have a large audience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This film is about a young people. You can see how is the world nowadays. They only think about parties, about "have a good time" and.. their ambition knows no limits! In my point of view, this film exaggerates the topic of drugs, alcohol... But maybe, I'm mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change the subject&lt;/strong&gt;! The last week, Maxi Iglesias went to FATA. It was full! Eight buses came from Girona and another one from Vic! Luckily, FATA has a lot of rooms to dance and it's so big! I and my girlfriends took a photo with him! (we seems like a girls are 13 years old, but it doesn't matter). We couldn't lost this oportunity! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-8084755212814658380?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/8084755212814658380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=8084755212814658380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8084755212814658380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8084755212814658380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentiras-y-gordas.html' title='&quot;mentiras y gordas&quot;'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sdx2NjKPO7I/AAAAAAAABFg/xmdGqYrKPWE/s72-c/cartel_mentiras_y_gordas_0101_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-6708042934357805491</id><published>2009-04-07T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:01:26.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>Els "bunyols" de ca l'àvia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322235524056459698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SdxhAr5ZqbI/AAAAAAAABFA/doFftjisQjs/s320/bunyols_bisbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really like "bunyols". I'm sure I can say I have a passion for it. They are so delicious, tasty, gladly... My grandfather always say to me the "bunyols" hasn't tast to it. But I think she's absolutely wrong. This food tastes of vanilla, sugar, lemon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm never full of it. I always have another helping and, because of it, I put on weight. loooool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why today I have wanted to speak about it? because I have to go to my grandmother' house to cook it tomorow! In my family, there is a tradicion we keep it every year. What is tradicion about? Well, we must cook "brunyols" during "Setmana Santa", (only one day)! My granmother choose the day and we (I and my mother) help her. Before, when we was cooking, we watched "El cor de la ciutat" but now, we're speaking all the time. Sometimes, I tried to make a figure with the pastry, but.. It never came out very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing more to say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sdxnjr7G20I/AAAAAAAABFI/HkfyzauTrNE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322242722428803906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sdxnjr7G20I/AAAAAAAABFI/HkfyzauTrNE/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope you have a nice week! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gladly - que té molt de gust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vanilla - vainilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have another helping - repetir / servir-se més.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pastry - pasta de farina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-6708042934357805491?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/6708042934357805491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=6708042934357805491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/6708042934357805491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/6708042934357805491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/04/els-bunyols-de-ca-lavia.html' title='Els &quot;bunyols&quot; de ca l&apos;àvia.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SdxhAr5ZqbI/AAAAAAAABFA/doFftjisQjs/s72-c/bunyols_bisbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-2693803131484862104</id><published>2009-03-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:12:08.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScVETM1jneI/AAAAAAAABEY/sTK92vKWP_0/s1600-h/P1020544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315730031834799586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScVETM1jneI/AAAAAAAABEY/sTK92vKWP_0/s320/P1020544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote a renovation two days ago where I spoke about teenegers and the teen (in general), right? Now, I want to say bad things in this stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to talk about all the work I have to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know we must study and we must have a good marks to past selectivitat exams so.. we have a lot of stress during all the year!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we started batxillerat I thought we hadn't too work than people said to us, but.. the things have changed this year! And.. the bad marks increase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For example, this weekend I have study 2 exams: physics and Catalan! but.. it doesn't finish here.. I have a lot of homework to do too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, I don't do nothing during this week, because I haven't exams and I needed relax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now I'm going to the cinema with Èric, Elisenda i Mercè! :) HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-2693803131484862104?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/2693803131484862104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=2693803131484862104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/2693803131484862104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/2693803131484862104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScVETM1jneI/AAAAAAAABEY/sTK92vKWP_0/s72-c/P1020544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-7580570517116085440</id><published>2009-03-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:15:02.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>Marin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTn7LfrKLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XYpjlO2oxP4/s1600-h/P1040367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315628464087967922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTn7LfrKLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XYpjlO2oxP4/s320/P1040367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="qex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it step by step&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She and I are very different and very similar depend on the part of the character we're centered.&lt;br /&gt;She's very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style58"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;agreeable, amused, cooperative... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="qex"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style58"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The part of her character I love is her faithful. Normally, we discuss about anything! When I tell Mercè or Èric that I get angry with Marina or Marina gets angry with me they aren't surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is too uptight and she always wants that all she wants becomes reality. I'm particularly calm. She gets nervous when I take calm when I do something. She always says me "the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="qex"&gt;goes very quickly&lt;/span&gt;" I know it Marina, but "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CALM DOWN&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style58"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the one hand, &lt;span class="qex"&gt;she isn't self-confident&lt;/span&gt;, but on the other hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="CURSOR: pointer;font-family:arial;" onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" &gt;she takes too many liberties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style58"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Later when someone betray her, it upset her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves me too much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"&gt;&lt;span class="q"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, she don't says to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&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/1242241630974321700-7580570517116085440?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/7580570517116085440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=7580570517116085440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7580570517116085440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7580570517116085440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/03/marina.html' title='Marin'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTn7LfrKLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XYpjlO2oxP4/s72-c/P1040367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-120066406389577593</id><published>2009-03-18T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:57:18.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>in our teens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTJulz-1SI/AAAAAAAABD4/ch7swaMYemo/s1600-h/health+foods.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315595262465332514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 244px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTJulz-1SI/AAAAAAAABD4/ch7swaMYemo/s320/health+foods.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to say about adolescence. In my opinon, it's happiest time of life. I'm sure there are a lot of opinions about that topic, but.. Here is when you fall in love, you meet the real friendship, you deceived your relatives into thinking that you're studing and..¬¬" you aren't or you're with your friend and you aren't, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moreover, when you're a teenager you can do a lot of things you haven't done yet. Well.. let me tell you better. Normaly, someone who is more than 32 years old has a relationship, a child (maybe) and a dog or cat (maybe too :). He or she doesn't go to discos, or a lot of place where someone who is 18 or 25 goes. He or she does other kind of activities like: go to the cinema, read, clean his/her house... It's true that, nowadays, there are a lot of people who is 40 goes to place where teenagers goes. I think that it's a little bit sad, because everybody have to know what he cans do in their age. I'm influencied to the society, I know it. Because all I have said it's the society involves. So.. sorry but it's my opinion (I'm how I'm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-120066406389577593?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/120066406389577593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=120066406389577593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/120066406389577593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/120066406389577593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-our-teens.html' title='in our teens.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/ScTJulz-1SI/AAAAAAAABD4/ch7swaMYemo/s72-c/health+foods.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-5149746546886021452</id><published>2009-03-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:37:30.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>tres metros sobre el cielo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sb6jtW8yKOI/AAAAAAAABDo/_HaNqsKxLAA/s1600-h/tre-metri-sopra-il-cielo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313864609993730274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sb6jtW8yKOI/AAAAAAAABDo/_HaNqsKxLAA/s320/tre-metri-sopra-il-cielo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a particularly wonderful film. The true is it's increible, romantic, nice, pretty and fantastic. You know, it's the kind of film that, after you watch it you feel like the main characters. The most important feeling is love, of course. This love takes place in Italia (one of the most well-know cities in the world was knew by "love".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is a man who is a hooligan (more or less) He has a bad temper. Normaly, he participed in a motos race and it is giving him a lot of trouble about money, competitive spirit, honor... But all that has change when he met Babi. They have a very different characters, but.. They fall in love, and as you know, it's the most important thing in a relation ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I recomend you to watch it, because it's very romantic. Today, Adrià Carmona said to me he has the book of the film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like you can imagine, the book is better. But if you haven't free time, and you want to know more about this story, please, spend 104 minuts to watch it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you enjoy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I had forgotten to say that the film is in italian so... if you go &lt;a href="http://www.cinegratis.net/index.php?module=player&amp;amp;id=4283&amp;amp;title=A+tres+metros+sobre+el+cielo+%282004%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you'll can watch the original version with subtitles!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb824f9c6f37b1ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb824f9c6f37b1ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331431936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD0CD44C8D958EFE78491E952516D9611F9ADBE1.809CBE3EB6817C7A27970E58E2BC84419B763CB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb824f9c6f37b1ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvt0YbSI3bamVqOHNkp_Mi6f7LQw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb824f9c6f37b1ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331431936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD0CD44C8D958EFE78491E952516D9611F9ADBE1.809CBE3EB6817C7A27970E58E2BC84419B763CB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb824f9c6f37b1ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvt0YbSI3bamVqOHNkp_Mi6f7LQw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-5149746546886021452?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb824f9c6f37b1ee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/5149746546886021452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=5149746546886021452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5149746546886021452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5149746546886021452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/03/tres-metros-sobre-el-cielo.html' title='tres metros sobre el cielo.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/Sb6jtW8yKOI/AAAAAAAABDo/_HaNqsKxLAA/s72-c/tre-metri-sopra-il-cielo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-650207355116635266</id><published>2009-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:39:09.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>carnival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaF_A00JsSI/AAAAAAAABCY/pB9ea-3Ve3I/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305661488173265186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaF_A00JsSI/AAAAAAAABCY/pB9ea-3Ve3I/s320/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend the carnival has started in Roses! In my opinion, carnival is a great party. It's one of the best because you can do what you want, you can wear what you want, "you can say you want", you can dance like you want, you can... in the other&lt;/span&gt; words: you speak freely. The freedom is anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I start at the beginning. We started Carnival on Friday at night. We went to the dance at 12 o'clock, more or less. We danced a lot of time. The music was good and nice like Chenoa' songs, Nena Daconte' songs.. the tipical music that you can listen in the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Sunday, we went to Chic. I never had gone. My friends had gone there two times. I wanted to go, but it wasn't to be because my parents don't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, a lot of people said to me that Chic is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really funny in Carnival! and for that, I felt like going! Now, I can said that it's so good. There were everybody, a lot of people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope see you in Carnival in Castelló d'Empúries!&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/1242241630974321700-650207355116635266?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/650207355116635266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=650207355116635266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/650207355116635266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/650207355116635266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnival.html' title='carnival.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaF_A00JsSI/AAAAAAAABCY/pB9ea-3Ve3I/s72-c/DSC04852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-5240686938696845521</id><published>2009-02-16T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:52:31.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>FAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SZl9djsXqkI/AAAAAAAABBg/V8SJlaSgkq4/s1600-h/4abc53ee13242d2i3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303407982956489282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SZl9djsXqkI/AAAAAAAABBg/V8SJlaSgkq4/s320/4abc53ee13242d2i3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuatro.com/fama/"&gt;Fama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time ago, all my friends said to me that FAMA was a fantastic TV program. I hadn't seen, but this year it has changed. Now, I hardly ever lost it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This program is about dance. There are a lot of people (roughly 20: Marisa, Cisco, Ariadna, Yure, Muni, Omar...) They study dance: its story, its techniques... All of them are as light as a feather! Their movements are increible. They seem easy to do but.. If you try to do it, you can't do like them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moreover the person who you can see in the photo is Rafa Mendez. He's particularly mad and crazy. I think he has two kinds of different character: enjoyable and funny or serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand, he's a incredible dancer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the top of the "post" I've put a web adress. There, you can watch one of his choreographies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I've said, there are a lot of kinds of dance. My favorite of them is hiphop or funnky. On the other hand, in my opinion, rap is espectacular (when you can dance it) and classic is romantic (if you've spent a lot of hours dancing hard, study hard too..) and rock is funny, modern, worderful... (if you have the techinque) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In general, there, they must dance all the kind of dance. It's difficult because everyone has here/his style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAVE A NICE WEEK, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;good luck to the oral presentation about TDR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-5240686938696845521?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/5240686938696845521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=5240686938696845521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5240686938696845521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/5240686938696845521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/02/fama.html' title='FAMA'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SZl9djsXqkI/AAAAAAAABBg/V8SJlaSgkq4/s72-c/4abc53ee13242d2i3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-8218238454400514975</id><published>2009-02-10T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:44:09.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>Berta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaGJkT4cn-I/AAAAAAAABCg/nRMoE-9ZXTc/s1600-h/P1040528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305673092924481506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaGJkT4cn-I/AAAAAAAABCg/nRMoE-9ZXTc/s320/P1040528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have two speacial cousins. On of them is the person you can see next to me in the photo, Berta. She's very affectionat and childlike (it's normal, she's 12 years old!) Even so, she should be at that awkward age, and.. she isn't yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some times, she tells me about her friends and her boyfriends :) and I'm happy because maybe, she sees me like a big sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I neither have a small sister and brother, so... when I tell her something about my friends or if I like some boy, she looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me like if she thinks "in four year's time I'll be like her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;affectionat - carinyós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;childlike - infantil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awkward age - edat del pavo&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/1242241630974321700-8218238454400514975?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/8218238454400514975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=8218238454400514975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8218238454400514975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8218238454400514975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cousin.html' title='Berta'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SaGJkT4cn-I/AAAAAAAABCg/nRMoE-9ZXTc/s72-c/P1040528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-7037975726142010300</id><published>2009-02-02T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:40:22.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>responsibility.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbXdZzaNMI/AAAAAAAABAg/mheCi1eEsCQ/s1600-h/n1060803182_30243322_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298158911790658754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbXdZzaNMI/AAAAAAAABAg/mheCi1eEsCQ/s320/n1060803182_30243322_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've alredy finished my "treball de recerca"!!!! (search project in English) Like once Laia Font said, It's the first step to go to university! That feeling it's really positive and wonderful. Step by step we'll grow and we'll have more responsibility.  I'm studing physics in Barcelona next yearn, and because of that, I'm frightened to leave home! I would to meet new people, to know how I can live without my relatives or my childhood friends.. So, it's a little bit exciting but I'm sure that to my mother it'll be so moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After these nice holidays, I've think about that and about all I can get if I study a lot. First of all, I want to past all my physics exams in Barcelona and learn so much. I'm sure I can get it if I study a lot, a lot, a lot. People have say to me that physics is not so easy.. but, What degree course is easy? I think if you don't trust yourself you never can get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;moving - emocionant (commovedor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-7037975726142010300?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/7037975726142010300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=7037975726142010300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7037975726142010300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7037975726142010300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/02/responsibility.html' title='responsibility.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbXdZzaNMI/AAAAAAAABAg/mheCi1eEsCQ/s72-c/n1060803182_30243322_1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-6315809813173437211</id><published>2009-02-02T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:18:19.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>he</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbRr-6ZRJI/AAAAAAAABAY/rX_wfIQJkcU/s1600-h/n1167894982_30279348_4632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298152565200471186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbRr-6ZRJI/AAAAAAAABAY/rX_wfIQJkcU/s320/n1167894982_30279348_4632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's increible. He's one of the nicest boys that I have met: funny, sexy, healthy, agreeable, brave and courageous, eager, cheerful, cooperative, fair, friendly, gentle, lovely, pleasant, witty... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do a long and long list about his adjectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure everybody holds him in great esteem because he gives a lot of love to everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, he's in Mallorca because he's playing football. I can't see him everyday, like before, but when he goes here during two days or during a week (maybe) I'm happy to meet him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This weekend he went to Girona to play a football match. Laia, Mercè and I went there to see him.  I never like watching a football match but... If I meet somebody who is playing it's more funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my opinion, he's the best player that you can imagine, and.. I agree about he can go a long way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember when we were a chid everybody says that he was a fantastic player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck, Pep&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody holds him in great esteem - tothom sent apreci per ell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;go a long way - arribar lluny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-6315809813173437211?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/6315809813173437211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=6315809813173437211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/6315809813173437211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/6315809813173437211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/02/he.html' title='he'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbRr-6ZRJI/AAAAAAAABAY/rX_wfIQJkcU/s72-c/n1167894982_30279348_4632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-3998735762052417656</id><published>2009-01-30T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:54:38.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>you can be part of smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbG7dU8tLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/y3ar8zwQM4k/s1600-h/n1345537625_30241349_3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298140736435041458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbG7dU8tLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/y3ar8zwQM4k/s320/n1345537625_30241349_3902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Smile gives you exciting things to do and fun things to borrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This photo was taken last friday in Alma's house by Gemma :) From time to time, Alma, Miriam, Claudia, Gemma, Anna, Marina's, Laia, I, etc. meet to speak or to spend a nice time together! Since we were a chid, we know us; but... when we started to play voleyball (at that time we were nine years old, more or less) our relationship was stronger. Voleyball is our sport, only our sport. We have a lot of anecdotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Normaly, when we finished training, somebody told an horror story. As soon as Gemma could, she hid under the bench of changing room! Everybody gave us a fright when she touched our foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Once, Miriam slapped a girl who was saying bad thing about us. It was really, really, really funny! you can imagin, Miriam (she is a girl who can't kill a fly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- A lot of more moments together: when we had a shower and we hadn't hot watter! (everybody was shoutting!) when we had dinners, when we went (and go) to "barraques Figueres" every year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They're too special and we hope we never break off our relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;changing room - vestuari (de gimnàs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fly - mosca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bench - banc (d'un part, per exemple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;training - entrenament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;slap - bofetada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-3998735762052417656?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/3998735762052417656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=3998735762052417656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3998735762052417656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3998735762052417656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-be-part-of-smile.html' title='you can be part of smile!'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SYbG7dU8tLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/y3ar8zwQM4k/s72-c/n1345537625_30241349_3902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-7367498725301394029</id><published>2008-12-25T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:55:02.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas day'/><title type='text'>tió, tió!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SVfSOnjqWaI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1w-SOBxxg4M/s1600-h/IMAG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284923836321126818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SVfSOnjqWaI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1w-SOBxxg4M/s320/IMAG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas has arribed in our homes, and consequently, the "Tió de Nadal" (roughly "Christmas Log"), also known as "Tió" (a piece of wood) too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's the "Tió de Nadal"? It's popularly called "Caga tió" and it's a tradition in Catalonia throughout Christmas. A similar tradition exists in other places such as the "Tronca de Nabidá" in Aragon (it's easy to understand, because Catalonia and Aragon are too near)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The form of the &lt;em&gt;Christmas Log&lt;/em&gt; found in many Catalan homes during the holiday season is a piece of wood of about fourty centimetres length, more or less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 8th of December ("les festes de l'immaculada"), one of the family, normaly he's the youngest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gives to the tió a little bit to "eat" every night (in my home my cousins give it: bread, watter, "mandarines"...) Later, on Christmas day or, depending on your home, on Christmas Eve, started the big party; one start to beat it with sticks, while he or she's singing various songs of Christmas like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;tió, tió, caga turró pel naixement de Déu nostre senyor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que cagui força i que sigui ben bó: tió tió!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As soon as he stops to sing, went to other room and he asks for what he wants. Some minuts latter, when the "tió" has already shit, he (or normaly it's a group of people) went back there and they find all that they want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The additional nickname "Caga Tió" ("pooping log") derives from the many songs of Tió de Nadal that begin with this phrase, which was originally (in the context of the songs) an imperative ("Poop, log").&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I have found all this paragraph in wikipedia; I have thoungh that it would be interesting to put it in this blogger!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCABULARY I HAVE LEARNT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;roughly: aproximadament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;throughout: durant (it's like: "for")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;length. : longitud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-7367498725301394029?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/7367498725301394029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=7367498725301394029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7367498725301394029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7367498725301394029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/12/ti-ti.html' title='tió, tió!'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SVfSOnjqWaI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1w-SOBxxg4M/s72-c/IMAG0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-8493569256285986003</id><published>2008-12-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:33:12.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas day'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SWngURBD2vI/AAAAAAAABAA/5i7aLGX52Yg/s1600-h/n1345537625_30190771_7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290005876093213426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SWngURBD2vI/AAAAAAAABAA/5i7aLGX52Yg/s320/n1345537625_30190771_7180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=-fmrPlhvDC8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Celine Dion - The magic of Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deck the halls with boughs of holly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the season to be jolly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be thankful for all that we have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the lights and decorations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put up in the anticipation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the joyful celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's on its way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're counting the days'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til it's time for Christmas day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good and the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happy; the sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to family and friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's good to be here again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the streets there's children laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People smile as they are passing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas time is here, our waiting is done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing it could last forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not just twelve days in December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the year let's try to remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That special way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That everyone feelsIt's the magic of Christmas day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&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/1242241630974321700-8493569256285986003?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/8493569256285986003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=8493569256285986003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8493569256285986003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8493569256285986003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SWngURBD2vI/AAAAAAAABAA/5i7aLGX52Yg/s72-c/n1345537625_30190771_7180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-7275108265365686728</id><published>2008-11-29T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:50:25.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Throw my care up in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/STFyPP-yjOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-vOtwmte6oM/s1600-h/Lo_mejor_de_mi_-_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274122244941057250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/STFyPP-yjOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-vOtwmte6oM/s200/Lo_mejor_de_mi_-_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take the world s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hake and stir, and that’s what I got going on &lt;strong&gt;throw my cares up in the air and I don’t think they’re coming down; &lt;/strong&gt;I love how it feels right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is the life hold on tight and this is the dream It’s all I need you never know where you’ll find it I’m gonna take my time, I’m still gettin it right;This is the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin’ in a whole new scene and I’m swimming with a new crowd breakin down the old four walls and I’m building them up from the ground I love how it feels right now: This is the life hold on tight and this is the dream, It’s all I need, you never know where you’ll find it I’m gonna take my time, I’m still gettin it right: this is the life; Gonna follow my own lead. Kick back and feel the breeze. Nothing but the blue sky as far as I can see. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This song is really nice :) I listened in english class, and for this reason I make this "renovation" in the blogger. This song makes me be happy because it's very optimist. "&lt;em&gt;Throw my cares up in the air And I don’t think they’re coming down&lt;/em&gt;" And it's true, we should trew our care up and we shouldn't think they're coming down. We should think more positively because if we thing about negative things like: have to bad marks in our subjects, that our love doesn't love us or... we lose touch with our bestfriend, or other stupid things like theese. Well.. there aren't nonsenses but, for example: get in touch with our friends it's very important! I think friendship is more important that loves, but.. loves's really diferent, the feeling, things that you make... Imagine that you get out with someone and he or she kisses someone else, after that you won't be fine! On the other hand, love gives something which is increible. I fall in love one time, only one, and it's wonderfuly if he loves you too. See him all the time, embrace him (I love the hugs!), see his gleaming eyes, his lips Ohh! his liiiips. Well, you know it, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-7275108265365686728?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/7275108265365686728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=7275108265365686728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7275108265365686728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/7275108265365686728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/11/throw-my-care-up-in-air.html' title='Throw my care up in the air.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/STFyPP-yjOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-vOtwmte6oM/s72-c/Lo_mejor_de_mi_-_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-1642327526418616116</id><published>2008-10-04T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:46:57.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>My favourite idiot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOdDaYmc3JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Tmr-oEqTiTc/s1600-h/P102021111111+(bloger!).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253241610910358674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOdDaYmc3JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Tmr-oEqTiTc/s320/P102021111111+(bloger!).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a fantastic thoughtful for you: Maybe, I'm the only person in the world who know you're the best girl who exist. Maybe, I'm the only person who is fond of: your caracter, how you do the things, how you are, your every thought that you have, how you say you want to say.&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm sure I'm not the only person who knows all that; I think the opposite that the great majority of the people see you are one of the most wonderful girls in the world. For that reason, I'm lucky and fortunate to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet you since 2 years ago, thanks the "fotolog", do you remember? You glossed in my fotolog (&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/neus3_3"&gt;www.fotolog.com/neus3_3&lt;/a&gt;) because you wanted to go to "FATA" (the disco in Sant Pere Pescador) but you didn't know how. loooool. We were 15! ¬¬" jajjjajja. Now, we go to Millenium, Fata, Pasarel·la... =) we haven't spent a lot of time together, because you don't live in my small town; however, we have spent a lot of time talking in the messenger! :) And.. it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part I have put it here, it was said in a film which now i don't remember the name. I have translated and I have wanted to put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-1642327526418616116?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/1642327526418616116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=1642327526418616116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/1642327526418616116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/1642327526418616116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favourite-idiot.html' title='My favourite idiot!'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOdDaYmc3JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Tmr-oEqTiTc/s72-c/P102021111111+(bloger!).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-4337198714150435027</id><published>2008-09-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:46:26.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOJxMKvojSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HuHBFhYUzSE/s1600-h/1222782323406_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251884569323932962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOJxMKvojSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HuHBFhYUzSE/s200/1222782323406_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the most commun photo is when there are people who are watching the camera. In others words, when you can see the face of the people: laughing, crying... W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hen I take a photo I want to remember the moment which was taken. I don't worry about if my face is correct, if there are all my friends there... Only I want to pick up the moment. I love a photos which you can't see well. See one example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the left there is a picture that Marina took on August. 17th (more or less) We were laughing although you can't see us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here, there are a foot and an hand. They're Simon and Nath, one day when Marina and I went to their house to watch a film like: "Rec", "rrrrrrrrrrr" (it's a stupid french film)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I quite like this photo beacuse people who have watched, they haven't known who where there. It's like.. a "secret".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the other hand, I don't want all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;photos are like this; but yes, some of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like taking photos, but... I'm not good at photograph. Some of my girldfriends like: Miriam, Elisenda, Gemma... have a good camera. My digital camera only cans take a normal photos. However, Now, I don't know where is it. I hope I don't lose because I can't live without my "baby"! I have gone to somewhere I always have taken it for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing more to sayy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good night and remember:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to&lt;/strong&gt;." [Elvis Presley]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-4337198714150435027?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/4337198714150435027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=4337198714150435027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4337198714150435027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4337198714150435027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-summer.html' title='Photos.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SOJxMKvojSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HuHBFhYUzSE/s72-c/1222782323406_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-2308116516401571971</id><published>2008-09-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:36:47.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>The eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SN-XRjfwa-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/rOJvPVkYFaY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251082018379295714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SN-XRjfwa-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/rOJvPVkYFaY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a different kinds of eyes: brown, pearl gray, olive-green, emerald, greenish blue, sky blue, navy blue, black... I love greenish blue. They're really perfect, because they aren't the commun eyes here. Maybe, If I go to Alemania, they'll love my brown eyes because of everybody has greenish blue eyes there. However, I go on to say that greenish blue eyes are the best beatiful and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of eyes do you prefer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The last year, I did a publication like that, but today, I was searching in my PC which photo I could put here.. and I have find this photo. It was taken at the beginnig of this year, when Mercè went to my house some day before a party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I did 3th ESO with Pere Amat, in "ciencies experimentals" (science) we were studing the genetics! We studied all the genes: dominant, recessive... It was a fantastic subject! Know about genetics, it's increible. I learned why I have a brown eyes and my sister has a green eyes. Or.. I suposed the genes of my father about the color of their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well.. nothing moreeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've a lot to do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-2308116516401571971?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/2308116516401571971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=2308116516401571971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/2308116516401571971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/2308116516401571971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/eye.html' title='The eye.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SN-XRjfwa-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/rOJvPVkYFaY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-3964023320104894477</id><published>2008-09-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:20:32.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>Treball de recerca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNovPXVC4RI/AAAAAAAAAmk/W7GasINpbKQ/s1600-h/header_aspirina.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249560256660562194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNovPXVC4RI/AAAAAAAAAmk/W7GasINpbKQ/s320/header_aspirina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like every year, teenagers who want to: have the Batxillerat title, make the selectivity and later, go to university... they have to do a brilliant work before. The work consist in speak about some topic. In my case, my topic is The Aspirin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirin was the most common drug in the word. By the way, Dr. Charles Berry, the medical director of NASSA, said: "&lt;strong&gt;there is no doubt that Aspirin will be used for ever as a standard remedy&lt;/strong&gt;". Medical historians give 1897 as the year in which Aspirin was born. However, the exciting story of the best-know drug in human history began more than 3.500 years ago. In fact, &lt;em&gt;The Ebers papyrus&lt;/em&gt;, it's a tree, is where Aspirin' active substance was born. The active substance is how we know: salicylic acid. This name gives a clue as to its origin because in Latin willow is "Salix". Hippocrates of Kos, the father of all doctors, found a juice extracted from the bark of the willow tree.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are a lot of drugs which have the same active substance, like Adiro (Bayer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started my "treball de recerca" = tdr, I didn't know if this topic can like to me; but now, when I search on The Internet or, in the books about that the time past faster.&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/1242241630974321700-3964023320104894477?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/3964023320104894477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=3964023320104894477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3964023320104894477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3964023320104894477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/treball-de-recerca.html' title='Treball de recerca.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNovPXVC4RI/AAAAAAAAAmk/W7GasINpbKQ/s72-c/header_aspirina.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-4508945279908123936</id><published>2008-09-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:06:32.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><title type='text'>"Terra de trobadors" in Castelló d'Empúries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNo4TTyR-YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/in2qUsR4wWo/s1600-h/P1030545555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249570220033571202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNo4TTyR-YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/in2qUsR4wWo/s320/P1030545555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Castelló d'Empúries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;celebrates &lt;strong&gt;Terra de Trobadors&lt;/strong&gt; every year on 12, 13 and 14th October. (Well, days change every year, but.. more or less they're on 12, 13 and 14 October). It's my favourite party that Castelló celebrate; because Castelló is an old village and it look like a medieval village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the early hours of the morning start the party on Friday. Shop assistants straighten their shops, the town hall puts straw on the street to make a medieval feelings, people who lives in the village puts a Catalan flag in their balcony... but.. all that is more beautiful at night, because, teenagers and adults (who are 20-30 years old approximately) wear a medieval clothes and they go to the same bar to speak, laugh, drink... It's beautiful to see that there are a good vibrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favourite day is Sunday, because there is a medieval market. There are all that you want: animals like: chicks, ducks, birds; clothes like: T-shirt, shirts, trousers, headscarf, scarf...; other things like: music box, toys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice weekend, and enjoy your Saturday night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-4508945279908123936?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/4508945279908123936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=4508945279908123936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4508945279908123936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/4508945279908123936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/terra-de-trobadors-in-castell-dempries.html' title='&quot;Terra de trobadors&quot; in Castelló d&apos;Empúries.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNo4TTyR-YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/in2qUsR4wWo/s72-c/P1030545555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-3321841037557358597</id><published>2008-09-18T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:08:10.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion about...'/><title type='text'>One of my favorite series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNJ4ULjJwcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nZsceppRrSw/s1600-h/lola+y+rai!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388803932996034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNJ4ULjJwcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nZsceppRrSw/s320/lola+y+rai!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are so many series in the TV at night, but undoubtedly &lt;strong&gt;Hospital Central&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the best series that you can see on Wednesday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my opinion, there are a good series in 5 Channel (Telecinco): &lt;em&gt;CSI, MIR, Sin tetas no hay paraiso&lt;/em&gt;... However, Antena 3 has a funny series too, like: &lt;em&gt;Física o química, Los Serrano, 700 euros, Los hombres de Paco&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moreover, Antena 3 has more advertising that Telecinco and, for that reason, I don't like it so much and I prefer Telecinco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at night, I saw Hospital Central, of course! I love this serie because there are a lot of soap opera in this hospital, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNJ9ku55_PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/M5eLrTjheGQ/s1600-h/st69hospi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- The picture is in the top, they're Rai (Carles Francino) and Lola (Marián Álvarez). They love each other; but Lola has cancer and, approximately, she'll die the next 2 month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- There is another relation ship: They're Vilches (Jordi Rebellón) and Cruz (Alicia Borrachero). Two or tree years later they got married and they gave birth a fantastic child whose name is Roberto (I don't remember it now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh! I have put a web page, where there is another "soap opera". They're two girls who love each other: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8b7SoNnH94"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8b7SoNnH94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing more to say!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-3321841037557358597?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/3321841037557358597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=3321841037557358597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3321841037557358597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/3321841037557358597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/hospital-central.html' title='One of my favorite series.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SNJ4ULjJwcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nZsceppRrSw/s72-c/lola+y+rai!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242241630974321700.post-8071893110595487541</id><published>2008-09-17T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:09:55.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Trust yourself and don´t give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND7Tf5AGnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6fjY3QRfDao/s1600-h/hilary-duff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246969878283295346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND7Tf5AGnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6fjY3QRfDao/s320/hilary-duff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any moment every thing can change&lt;/strong&gt;, feel the wind on your shoulder, &lt;strong&gt;for a minute all the world can wait,&lt;/strong&gt; let go of your yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you hear it calling?, can you feel it in your soul?, can you trust this longing... and&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; take control&lt;/span&gt;?, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;open up the part of you that wants to hide away, you can shine, forget about the reasons why you can´t in life, and start to try, ´cause it´s your time, time to fly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All your worries, leave them somewhere else&lt;/strong&gt;, find a dream you can folow, reach for something when there´s nothing left, and the world´s feeling hollow (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when you´re down and feel alone, just wanna run away, &lt;strong&gt;trust yourself and don´t give up&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know you better that anyone else&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any moment every thing can change&lt;/strong&gt;, feel the wind on your shoulder, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for a minute all the world can wait,&lt;/span&gt; let go of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, open up the part of you that wants to hide away, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you can shine, forget about the reasons why you can´t in life&lt;/span&gt;, and start to try, ´cause it´s your time, time to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my opinion, this song is rather special, because it's particularly positive. Maybe, when you have a "bad moment" listen this song will helps you to feel better. People has a lot of problems in their life, and like that, a bad moments too. Normally, teenagers has a different problems that the "old" people. Our parents think about money, a job, business matters... They want to be much admired, highly respected. On the other hand, we have others worries, but they are worries too. I hate when I tell my mother my worries and she plays down the importance of that.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I have wanted to put this song "Fly - Hilary Duff" because she is one of my favourite singers. I used to saw "Lizzie McGuire" and I met her. Now she's 21 years old, and she've had few problems to police, for this reason, I don't like her like before. She's like Hannah Montana, or Hannah Montana's like her. When they were a child they were a simple people but now, the success went to their head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOQi5bgWYQo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOQi5bgWYQo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242241630974321700-8071893110595487541?l=neuss8613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/feeds/8071893110595487541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1242241630974321700&amp;postID=8071893110595487541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8071893110595487541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242241630974321700/posts/default/8071893110595487541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuss8613.blogspot.com/2008/09/trust-yourself-and-dont-give-up.html' title='Trust yourself and don´t give up.'/><author><name>_neuss.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524015358257330776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND33oUh0RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VMdNxY-wbFk/S220/P1010022222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3ZM69S72Ts/SND7Tf5AGnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6fjY3QRfDao/s72-c/hilary-duff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
