<?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-4708375487912279665</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:52:03.372-07:00</updated><category term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><category term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><category term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>TIME.TO.WASTE. -D-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-4969571650539983387</id><published>2009-05-31T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:31:38.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And finally here you have the last post in my blog ... of this year, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe yet that I'd be able to fill all the posts, my topics are exhausted, and I don't know what to talk about. In fact I don't know about what I'll write next year.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it's been quite difficult, I supose it's because during the day come to mind many ideas, but at the moment of writing I don't know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's been a good way to improve my English, because I had to write so much, so I had to look out many more words at the dictionary, and I learned many new words, and I also improved my writing fluency. In general my level has improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not exhausted only because of English. These last weeks have been very stressful. There are many exams to do and so much to study, and all these exams are very crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I can say I'm looking forward to start the summer and enjoy it. In fact I think I'll have to work, and I'll also have to work hard in the TDR, but it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all ...&lt;br /&gt;I'll write some day again!&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-4969571650539983387?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/4969571650539983387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=4969571650539983387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/4969571650539983387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/4969571650539983387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-finally-here-you-have-last-post-in_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-5183457343090500079</id><published>2009-05-30T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:33:00.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>LAST SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I am near the end of filling all the posts and, in fact, I don't know what to tell. Moreover, I'm sick since Thursday, and I'm spending my days at 38 degrees of fever.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was thinking about my last summer, and how I enjoyed it. So I decided to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;In theory, last year I had to work all summer, but I was going to be 16 in August 18,it wasn't worth to work.&lt;br /&gt;Immediatley I found friends with whom to spend the summer as Coni, Mònica, Sebas, Laura, and some more. The first thing we did was to go to the beach. Almost every day I was going to Empuriabrava to go to the beach, eating an ice cream, having parties, etc.&lt;br /&gt;With Coni and Laura, we tried to slip in Doctor Loft music festival, to see Iggy Pop. In fact, it was like an adventure: we went through fields, hiding from the police, and we met a guy who wanted to slip in like us, and he knew everything and he had a strategy, so we went with him, but with a little suspicion. We went inside a kind of "tunnel", crossed the river ... Even when I think about it I laugh because people told us later that they were giving away free tickets ... It was hilarious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Laura became ill for quite time, so we spent a long time without her. Mònica also had to leave with his father to Barcelona, so I spent many days with Coni and Sebas, going to their houses and the beach, with our donuts, and then we were going from their homes to mine, at the swimmingpool.&lt;br /&gt;When Laura was recovered and Mònica went back, we went all together at Aquabrava. We were Laura, Coni, Sebas, Nicky, Monica and another friend. It was awesome! I enjoyed it so much! Although after going there, I got burned myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I think we love water jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very funny summer, I hope the next will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-5183457343090500079?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/5183457343090500079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=5183457343090500079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/5183457343090500079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/5183457343090500079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-summer.html' title='LAST SUMMER'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-603682668610363912</id><published>2009-05-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:32:45.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>DISNEY MOVIES</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about all the movies I've seen in my childhood, and I've noticed that almost all are from Disney, so I've decided to talk about the 6 Disney films that I've seen more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pinocchio: Is about a carpenter who decides to make a puppet called Pinnochio, and a fairy makes the puppet come alive. The Pinnochio nose grows every time he lies. Finally, as a reward for being a good boy, the fairy turns him into a real boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiru.com/zinea/galeria/59411/07/07/photo_h"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://www.hiru.com/zinea/galeria/59411/07/07/photo_h" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dumbo: Dumbo is an elephant that has a very big ears. Because of this, all the people laugh at him. Finally he discovers that those big ears have an advantage, he can use them to fly, something that any elephant can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ordover.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dumbo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://ordover.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dumbo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bambi: Bambi is a little deer, and one day some hunters kill his mum. Bambi must learn to survive and grow up with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/columnists/jimbaumbach/blog/Bambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/columnists/jimbaumbach/blog/Bambi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Pan: Peter Pan lives in a world in which he never grows up. He meet Wendy and her brothers, and invites them into his world. There they have many adventures, until Wendy and her brothers have to go back to home,leaving Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fondosdisney.com.es/images/wallpapers/Peter%20Pan-796469.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://fondosdisney.com.es/images/wallpapers/Peter%20Pan-796469.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lady and the Tramp: It's about two dogs, a dog that comes from a rich family, and another dog, which has no masters and he lives at the street. The masters of the dog have a son and they ignore the dog, so she falls in love with the poor dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ociojoven.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/200x500/369069-200x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://www.ociojoven.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/200x500/369069-200x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Lion King: A little lion, whose name is Simba, has a very evil uncle, named Scar. His uncle kills Simba's dad, the king, to reign there. In the reign of Scar, Savannah becomes decadent, until Simba realizes that he killed his dad and he defeat Scar and takes the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinema.uwaterloo.ca/images/l-king1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freekidscoloringandcrafts.com/lionking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.freekidscoloringandcrafts.com/lionking1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I could have mentioned many more films, like 101Dalmatians, The Fox and the Hound, Pocahontas .. but I'd never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-603682668610363912?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/603682668610363912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=603682668610363912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/603682668610363912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/603682668610363912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney-movies.html' title='DISNEY MOVIES'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6018825569144194830</id><published>2009-05-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:33:59.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>CONI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/Sh6xnzhYwGI/AAAAAAAAADU/gyGvUjqOpFA/s1600-h/co%C3%B1olirondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901505511243874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/Sh6xnzhYwGI/AAAAAAAAADU/gyGvUjqOpFA/s320/co%C3%B1olirondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously, if I wrote about Monica and Laura, I couldn't forget Coni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coni is the most weird, unique, vegetarian and individualistic person I've ever known. And the person who I most agree. There's a kind of empathy between both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met her it was an instant connection, something that had never happened to me with anyone else before. She came to the high school, and we were at the same class, but at first, I only spoke to her as a companion, I wasn't interested in becoming her friend, and she of course neither. Then we went on a trip to Italy. I talked with her a few times, but as anyone else. But there's a moment I remember, we were waiting for the boat that would take us back to home. We started talking, and after a while I imagined a very funny situation, I thought that nobody would understand it, but it didn't. I started laughing, and she understood what I was thinking, and also began to laugh a lot. Since that time we've never stopped laughing. It's a very strange situation, but I felt very good when I saw that she coincided with me. It was like finding a friend that I was missing. To put trust in her was so easy, we became inseparables immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Is the person with who I laugh more, hours and hours without stopping. There're always some stupid things to laugh, we also had to face bad moments, but we always have each other. She's very honest and sincere, sometimes too much, but me too with her. She's always there when I need it most, we tell each other everything. Sometimes we argue, but it all ends in a laugh. We've our own games and paranoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how my life would be if we hadn't meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always need her, and wherever she is, I don't feel alone if I have her by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-6018825569144194830?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6018825569144194830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6018825569144194830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6018825569144194830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6018825569144194830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/coni.html' title='CONI'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/Sh6xnzhYwGI/AAAAAAAAADU/gyGvUjqOpFA/s72-c/co%C3%B1olirondo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-578142513421819954</id><published>2009-05-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:46:32.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>TIRAMISU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anamontoya.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/tiramisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://anamontoya.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/tiramisu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'd like to talk about my favorite dessert lately, though probably I'll change my opinion soon ...&lt;br /&gt;I think the tiramisu is very easy to make and also tasty.&lt;br /&gt;To make a tiramisu you'll need the following ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 250g mascarpone cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Coffee&lt;br /&gt;- 3 eggs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;- 300 g of biscuits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Plain chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- A sugar spoon for each egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take the eggs and separate yolks from the whites.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beat the yolks with sugar until obtain some kind of white cream.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the mascarpone and mix.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then add the whites to the mixture, and remove it very slowly to make it fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Swim biscuits in coffee with some whiskey, and put them into a mold, alternating a layer of biscuits with a layer of cream.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grate the chocolate and put it on the top.&lt;br /&gt;7. Put it in the fridge for three hours at least, but it's best not to eat until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-578142513421819954?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/578142513421819954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=578142513421819954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/578142513421819954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/578142513421819954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiramisu.html' title='TIRAMISU'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-5314792271770440129</id><published>2009-05-06T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:46:48.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>LAST WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sonabe.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/embarracat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://sonabe.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/embarracat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk about this weekend. I went to Barraques in Figueres. The first day was Thursday. I had to meet Mònica and Sebas, and also Laura. But they wanted to come later because they didn't want to go to the fairs, so I went before with Coni to ride the attractions. First we ride one that we didn't like much because it was so loose, but then we ride the Boomerang and the Booster and it was more funny. At 12 we met Mònica, Sebas and Nicky and we went to see Mägo de Oz. We went in the middle of the crowd and we went forward slowly. In fact I received many blows, but it was worth. It was raining hard and I was too wet. Later I met Cristian and we ate chocolate with "churros" and caramel apples, it was so yummy. After a while I had to go to home.&lt;br /&gt;But I went back there on Saturday. But this time it wasn't to see any concert of any group, It was just to go from barraques to fairs and from fairs to barraques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that both nights were very funny and I enjoyed the attractions, because I like them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of writting now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-5314792271770440129?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/5314792271770440129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=5314792271770440129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/5314792271770440129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/5314792271770440129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-weekend.html' title='LAST WEEKEND'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6180064663688034501</id><published>2009-04-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:48:24.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SdpVnn_VWxI/AAAAAAAAADM/9ElgSTYT6r4/s1600-h/dyfqwfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321660048929544978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SdpVnn_VWxI/AAAAAAAAADM/9ElgSTYT6r4/s320/dyfqwfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I want to talk about a very special friend for me, Mònica (alias Mòni, Mòki, Mono, Mokia...). I know her for about four years more or less. In fact I had seen her many times but I never talked to her. I still remember the first time that I talked to her. I lived in Empuriabrava and she also, and we were on the same bus. One day, I still don't know why, I sat beside her and we started to talk. But really it wasn't there where we met. In the second of ESO, we were at the same class, and we started talking more and more, and finally I discovered a new friend, who would become the most important.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Mònica is a person who I always need, because it's a point of support. She knows everything about me and knows me perfectly. She knows always the just words to help me.In the worst moments I have always had her. I like to spend hours and hours talking with her, we have many things in common, and she always understands me and is always by my side. I don't know what I'd do without her, is an important part of my life. We've lived many things together, and I hope to live many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she deserved a post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm going to post a very funny photo muajajajaja! (she'll kill me :S)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&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/4708375487912279665-6180064663688034501?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6180064663688034501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6180064663688034501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6180064663688034501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6180064663688034501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-want-to-talk-about-very-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SdpVnn_VWxI/AAAAAAAAADM/9ElgSTYT6r4/s72-c/dyfqwfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-8648287722002803543</id><published>2009-04-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:48:50.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 3rd TERM'/><title type='text'>ANIMAL MISTREATMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.helpinganimals.com/photos/240-ga_reportCruelty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.helpinganimals.com/photos/240-ga_reportCruelty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I'd like to talk about a problem that exists nowadays: the cruelty to animals. Most people are not aware of everything that millions and millions of animals around the world are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;There are people who cause harm and suffering to animals. They aren't always people who hurt their own pets like dogs or cats, sometimes it's also for traditions or scientific investigations, for example the cockfighting, or the Spanish-style bullfighting (corridas de toros). In meat production and in the obtention of fur also implites suffering. In laboratories, they require smoking monkeys and rabbits until they die of lung cancer, for example, or they put makeup and cosmetics to rabbits in the eye until the eye ulcers. Only in USA, 64,000,000 of these animals die annually in medical experiments.&lt;br /&gt;I think that circuses are also a sign of cruelty: animals live in very poor conditions, they live a half of their lives locked in cages, and in fact they are wild animals. And all this things are just to make a show to satisfy the yearning for greatness of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody knows,animals can feel pain and anguish, and, unlike humans, animals cannot suppress their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society that mistreats animals for fun. I think we have no right to manipulate the lives of other animals. I think animal rights should be more recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today, I'll write more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-8648287722002803543?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/8648287722002803543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=8648287722002803543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/8648287722002803543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/8648287722002803543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/04/animal-mistreatment.html' title='ANIMAL MISTREATMENT'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-2549279715150696113</id><published>2009-03-08T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>THE KWIK-E-MART</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310794655306099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7meiQK6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wHDEHK-UELY/s320/Badulakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In the Simpsons TV serie, there's a supermarket, and its owner is an Indian man, his name is Apu. I discovered that several shopping centers in the United States have used this publicity to turn the supermarkets like in the series.&lt;br /&gt;It's very funny 'cause there are many things equal: There's the same building with the same placard. Even the shopman looks like Apu. There's also the machine of the famous Squishees, which are called in Spanish &lt;em&gt;"fresisuís". &lt;/em&gt;You can also buy the famous donuts from The Simpsons, with pink icing and colorful shavings. There's also the famous Krusty cereal, the KrustyO's. There are also figures of characters from the series, for example Homer, or the old man who was frozen in the refrigerator. In the walls are painted graffitis of &lt;em&gt;"El Barto"&lt;/em&gt; (the Bart Simpson's signature) and caricatures of Skinner, the director of the school.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very curious thing, I'd like to go there and be able to see it, I think it would be so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO50_xak1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mIVmhcN5_Dk/s1600-h/Apu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310792705722979154" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO50_xak1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mIVmhcN5_Dk/s320/Apu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6X-wHniI/AAAAAAAAACM/FZ7f8utAO_8/s1600-h/Rosquillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793306744528418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6X-wHniI/AAAAAAAAACM/FZ7f8utAO_8/s320/Rosquillas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6GgbW4II/AAAAAAAAACE/L88mU8cwvW8/s1600-h/Fresisuis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793006546608258" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6GgbW4II/AAAAAAAAACE/L88mU8cwvW8/s320/Fresisuis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6o6hl7OI/AAAAAAAAACU/GpOSiAxo_7M/s1600-h/Cereales_Krusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793597667634402" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO6o6hl7OI/AAAAAAAAACU/GpOSiAxo_7M/s320/Cereales_Krusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7AEJlW4I/AAAAAAAAACc/yxkSTVYKMSw/s1600-h/Homer_Simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793995388279682" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7AEJlW4I/AAAAAAAAACc/yxkSTVYKMSw/s320/Homer_Simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7LTS2bAI/AAAAAAAAACk/PVtPlM5fK5o/s1600-h/Anciano_congelado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310794188432239618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7LTS2bAI/AAAAAAAAACk/PVtPlM5fK5o/s320/Anciano_congelado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7YDfDKEI/AAAAAAAAACs/iTKXyVEt_tA/s1600-h/Pared_Badulake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310794407526737986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7YDfDKEI/AAAAAAAAACs/iTKXyVEt_tA/s320/Pared_Badulake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-2549279715150696113?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/2549279715150696113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=2549279715150696113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/2549279715150696113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/2549279715150696113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/03/kwik-e-mart.html' title='THE KWIK-E-MART'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbO7meiQK6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wHDEHK-UELY/s72-c/Badulakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6010637876704715945</id><published>2009-03-08T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>Too much caffeine causes hallucinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vosizneias.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/coffee-addiction-250x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.vosizneias.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/coffee-addiction-250x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently read an article that I found very curious. It talks about caffeine efects on humans.&lt;br /&gt;We all know the major effects of caffeine: decrease sleepiness and increase the ability to concentrate. But the article describes another curious effect: caffeine causes hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;A group of psychologists from Durham University, UK says that people who during the day consume the caffeine equivalent to seven cups of coffee are more likely to hear voices and suffering hallucinations. In fact, scientists say that auditory hallucinations are more common than we think: 3% of the population hears voices when there's no one really, but the risk is greater for people who consume coffee. Moreover, caffeine not only causes auditory hallucinations, they also see things that don't exist, like dead people. Scientists think that this is because coffee causes making more cortisol, the stress hormone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you think you see dead people or voices that doesn't exist, drink less coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-6010637876704715945?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6010637876704715945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6010637876704715945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6010637876704715945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6010637876704715945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-caffeine-causes-hallucinations.html' title='Too much caffeine causes hallucinations'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-7951231591874539250</id><published>2009-03-08T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>TDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allergyasthmatech.com/ProdImages/N3103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://www.allergyasthmatech.com/ProdImages/N3103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had to decide the topic of research project. Personally I think it's a very difficult decision because I it's the most important project. With this project there are a lot of things that are critical to the future, so you can't choose any topic.&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't know which topic to choose, none of the list convinced me, so I thought to propose one. I wanted to do it on a topic related to health, 'cause I want to study medicine.&lt;br /&gt;My father, who is a doctor, helped me. We thought about many topics, and finally I decided to do it about the general state of health, related to respiratory function. By a pulsioximetry (to measure the oxygen level in blood) and a peak flow (to measure lung capacity), you can see the health status and then compare. I can also relate it to age, sex and bad habits, and say the most common respiratory diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a topic that interests me a lot, and I hope to do a good project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ortosport.net/imagenes/pulsioximetro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-7951231591874539250?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/7951231591874539250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=7951231591874539250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7951231591874539250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7951231591874539250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/03/tdr.html' title='TDR'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-3067048738436260921</id><published>2009-03-07T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>My dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbJakWR7guI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Jujh6Z98i8/s1600-h/IMAGE_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last term I wrote about my cat, but it isn't the only animal I have. I also have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dog for a long time, but it disappeared and never reappeared again, so it was a very strong blow, and impacted me a lot because it was a dog that I loved so much. Sometime later my parents decided to have a cat, and this helped me a lot. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbJa8iRJRDI/AAAAAAAAABk/X4C761h4hRI/s1600-h/IMAGE_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310406906660602930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbJa8iRJRDI/AAAAAAAAABk/X4C761h4hRI/s320/IMAGE_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined I'd have a dog again, in fact I had thought about it many times, but I thought that my parents didn't want another dog.&lt;br /&gt;The day my parents decided to adopt it, was a surprise. I still remember the moment the woman took off the dog from the cage; I thought that it wasn't for me. Then my mother gave it to me and I picked up the dog in arms. I still didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful dog, great dog. It's the Golden Retriever breed; it has grown a lot since it was a puppy. In April it'll be two years old. It has got a very dark eyes and the nose also. It’s quite large. It has the long gold hair. Whenever I come home it is always there to receive me with the queue moving, it's always enthusiastic, always eager to play. It always needs company, and is sometimes a bit nuisance. It's a very clever dog, and also very wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;The cat and the dog know to live together. They've never fought. At first the cat was a little jealous, but not anymore. I love both in the same way.&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/4708375487912279665-3067048738436260921?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/3067048738436260921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=3067048738436260921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3067048738436260921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3067048738436260921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dog.html' title='My dog'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SbJa8iRJRDI/AAAAAAAAABk/X4C761h4hRI/s72-c/IMAGE_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-8270090801027839698</id><published>2009-03-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>Rotten: No Irish, No blacks, No dogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.segunlospadresloshijos.com/picture_library/rotten_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I read a very interesting book, and I decided to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;The title of the book is &lt;em&gt;No Irish, No Blacks, No dogs.&lt;/em&gt; Is an authorized autobiography of the singer of the punk group Sex Pistols, Johnny Rotten, whose real name is John Lydon. The title comes from a poster of one of the motels where the singer stayed during his tour of U.S.A. (he was born in Ireland, so it's curious).&lt;br /&gt;Rotten narrates her life since he was a child until the separation of the Sex Pistols in 1979, in fu&lt;a href="http://www.lincolnshire.gov.uk/upload/public/docimages/Normal/g/i/o/JohnnyRotten400x526.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://www.lincolnshire.gov.uk/upload/public/docimages/Normal/g/i/o/JohnnyRotten400x526.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll U.S. tour. While he's telling his life, he also explains the history of the original punk, 'cause Sex Pistols were the forerunners of the movement in the UK. Not only the punk movement, also the philosophy and the ideology. He explains a way of life. He gives his particular point of view of that period of the mid-seventies, and he denies everything that is considered "punk" and in reality it isn't because there's no individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lincolnshire.gov.uk/upload/public/docimages/Normal/g/i/o/JohnnyRotten400x526.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I liked so much the book because it's a topic that interests me a lot and I've learned many things I didn't know about his life and also about the punk movement. I recommend this book to people who are interested to know what punk really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-8270090801027839698?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/8270090801027839698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=8270090801027839698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/8270090801027839698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/8270090801027839698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/03/rotten-no-irish-no-blacks-no-dogs.html' title='Rotten: No Irish, No blacks, No dogs.'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6969192917260956010</id><published>2009-02-25T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>NICE WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>I was waiting that Mònica sent me some photos, but I can't wait anymore, so today I'm going to talk about a weekend of a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mònica asked at us (Coni and me) if we wanted to go Barcelona that weekend, well, specifically Terrassa, where her dad lives. We wanted to go there a long time ago, so we didn't hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there on Friday night, so that day we didn't have much time to do anything. But on Saturday morning we got up early (very difficult for me), we had breakfast and we went to take the train to Barcelona city. I must say that while we where in the train I fell asleep jajaja.When we arrived there we couldn't stop. We were walking and walking, shopping and doing some stupid things,having a good time :). We just stopped to eat something. We know very well these zones of Barcelona, so we didn't got lost (something very unusual jajaja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was late, we went to a bar for a while, then we went to the cinema to see "&lt;em&gt;The curious case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;". I think it's an interesting movie, but a little bit long, and I was very tired, so I nearly fell asleep (but not!) jaja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning we had to study (curiously) an English exam, so we studied a loooot (jojojo :P). For the rest, Sunday was a relax day , we were walking in Terrassa. I must say that we went to a stall where sells very good croissants, called "Croissants de París", they are so delicious, I think they're the best I've tasted in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a perfect weekend, yeah. I want to repeat it! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I always say, when I've photos I will post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-6969192917260956010?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6969192917260956010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6969192917260956010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6969192917260956010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6969192917260956010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/02/nice-weekend.html' title='NICE WEEKEND'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6893511131471251289</id><published>2009-02-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Sunday afternoon and I have nothing to do so I decided to speak about Friday night. It was the first day of Carnival, so we decided to go to Roses to celebrate it. Also we had to celebrate Coni's birthday, so we decided to celebrate all at the same time. At first we went to Sebas's home, we ate potato chips and (San Jacobos?) for dinner, they were so delicious jajaja! We had no costumes, but we dressed in a silly way. For example, Mòni was wearing a blue wig, Coni was wearing a very weird dress that made me laugh a lot jajaja! Sebas was wearing a ridiculous dress, and I was wearing a very stupid sunglasses and a jester hat. We were prepared, so we went to Roses. There we had a lot of fun and we saw many more people and more costumes, it was so funny. Unfortunately, I lost my sunglasses and now I don't know very well where is my hat U_____U, always happens the same jajaja. But it doesn't matter. On Saturday I wanted to go St. Pere but I'd had to go alone so I stayed at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no pictures yet, I hope to have some soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-6893511131471251289?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6893511131471251289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6893511131471251289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6893511131471251289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6893511131471251289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-221697293111114327</id><published>2009-01-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>THIS IS ENGLAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://martintovias.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/this_is_england.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about a film I saw quite time ago,but it shocked me and I liked it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the film is "This is England".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the skinhead movement from an anti-racist point of view.&lt;br /&gt;This is England is about a boy of 12 years called Shaun. His father&lt;br /&gt;dies and he moves with his mother to a new city. At first he doesn't like it,&lt;br /&gt;but then a gang of skinheads help him and accept him in the band.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, an old member of the band that has been in prison&lt;br /&gt;appears with racist and nationalist ideas, and this leads to a discussion in the band, so they get separed. Shaun supports the ideas of the ex-member, but then things get complicated and he realizes that he has commited a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is very interesting and thoughtful, there are scenes that are very hard and sad,but I can also say it's a beautiful film by the way that the band of skinheads,treats and accepts the boy when he arrives at the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookingatfilm.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/this-is-england.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://lookingatfilm.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/this-is-england.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you have the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0jkv2bRFgQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0jkv2bRFgQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-221697293111114327?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/221697293111114327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=221697293111114327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/221697293111114327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/221697293111114327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-england.html' title='THIS IS ENGLAND'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-1432959817176027682</id><published>2009-01-01T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:50:08.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seriss.com/people/erco/gifs/HappyNewYear-2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://seriss.com/people/erco/gifs/HappyNewYear-2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is 1rst of January, 2009, a new year has become, and I hope it would be better than the 2008, or, at least equal. I don't think it's a great change, because everything remains the same, it has not much meaning for me, but it's an occasion I can take for celebrate it and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day in the year and I went to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I went with my family at the house of a friends to have dinner. I ate very well, the food was very good. When it was almost twelve o'clock, I took twelve grapes for the "Campanades".&lt;br /&gt;When the chimes played the twelve, I had to eat a grape each time it sounded, and up to twelve.&lt;br /&gt;While I was eating the grapes I started to laugh, and I thought I was suffocating. It was funny jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Campanades I went to celebrate it with my friends in St. Pere, we were dancing (or something like jajaja) singing and being silly all the night (yeah, we also drank a few beers u_U). I enjoyed a lot this night, I can say that it's been a good year beginning, except that I lost my cell (grr), but it doesn't matter (well, it matters but I don't want to think about it XDD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can only say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and good hangover jajajaj :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-1432959817176027682?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/1432959817176027682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=1432959817176027682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1432959817176027682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1432959817176027682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='NEW YEAR 2009.'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-1929026503109553817</id><published>2008-12-24T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:51:21.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 2nd TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xavisendra.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/460px-cagatio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://xavisendra.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/460px-cagatio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you know today is December 24, and today is the day wich some of my family and me celebrate the Caga Tió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Christmas tradition of Catalonia. My little cousins get a trunk, they snag a legs, and finally they paint a face at the trunk and they put a blanket over it, so that it can't take cold jaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they have to feed the trunk until it arrives on the 24th. They give him chocolat, bread, cookies... and mandarins (the favourite fruit of my uncle jajaja!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 24th arrives, all my cousins take a wooden stick and they hit the trunk with full force, so then the tió poop little gifts for everyone. They also sing a song while they are hitting the turnk and I can't remember wich song is now, cause every year is changing jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;The Tió poops chocolate, sweets, and some other little presents. If they've fed well the Tió, then it'll poop more jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a child and I used to hit the Tió, it was very exciting and I enjoyed a lot hitting the trunk. Now I can't believe how my little cousins don't realize that there's some traps jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-1929026503109553817?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/1929026503109553817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=1929026503109553817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1929026503109553817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1929026503109553817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-as-you-know-today-is-december-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-1602390035107994017</id><published>2008-11-30T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>LAURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/STKSKrOv8FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GOQYybxAEy0/s1600-h/1208109526_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274438825705205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/STKSKrOv8FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GOQYybxAEy0/s320/1208109526_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I dedicate it to her, because yesterday was her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday she finally met 16 years, after waiting for a long time, jajaja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a very good person, always by my side, knows me and helps me when I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has never disappointed me and I know she won't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've shared thousands of anecdotes together, we laughed a lot, we've shared many moments that I won't forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes already more than 4 years that I know her and has become an indispensable person for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such a really good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She deserves much more than this dedication, but it's a way to fill posts muajajaja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week she has celebrated it with her family and her cousins, but next week we will make a part or something to celebrate it together, because it would have been finished exams jajaj!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-1602390035107994017?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/1602390035107994017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=1602390035107994017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1602390035107994017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/1602390035107994017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/laura.html' title='LAURA'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/STKSKrOv8FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GOQYybxAEy0/s72-c/1208109526_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-187402229503663485</id><published>2008-11-28T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>THE SIMPSONS &amp; FAMILY GUY</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about my two favourite TV series, The Simpsons and Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons is an American animated sitcom created by Matt Groening for the Fox. Is a satirical parody of the middle class American lifestyle epitomized by its titular family, which consists of Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, and Maggie. The show is set in the fictional town of Springfield, and lampoons many aspects of the human condition including American culture, society, and television. Homer, the father, works as a safety inspector at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant—a position at odds with his careless, buffoonish personality. He is married to Marge Simpson, a stereotypical American housewife and mother. They have three children: Bart, a ten-year-old troublemaker; Lisa, a precocious eight-year-old activist; and Maggie, a baby who rarely speaks, but communicates by sucking on a pacifier. There are also a lot of of secondary and tertiary characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this series because I like the way it criticizes American society and the world at large, and I laugh much with most scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched all the chapters except the new season, but I never got bored of seeing them, and I have a guide where there are all the chapters written. I've read it a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this series from the 8 years or so, long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enpiyama.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/the-simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://enpiyama.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/the-simpsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy is an animated American television sitcom created by Seth MacFarlane that airs on Fox and regularly on other television networks in syndication. The show centers on a semi-dysfunctional family that lives in the fictional town of Quahog, Rhode Island. The show uses frequent "cutaway gags", jokes in the form of tangential vignettes.The show revolves around the adventures of Peter Griffin, a bumbling but well-intentioned blue-collar worker. Peter is an Irish American Catholic with a thick Rhode Island / Eastern Massachusetts accent. His wife Lois is generally a stay-at-home mother and piano teacher, and has a distinct New York accent from being a member of the Pewterschmidt family of wealthy socialites. Peter and Lois have three children: teenage daughter Meg, who is frequently the butt of jokes due to her homeliness and lack of popularity; teenage son Chris, who is overweight, unintelligent and, in many respects, a younger version of his father; infant son Stewie, a diabolical infant of ambiguous sexual orientation who has adult mannerisms and speaks fluently with an affected upper-class, mid-Atlantic English accent and stereotypical archvillain phrases. Living with the family is Brian, the family dog, who is highly anthropomorphized, walks on two legs, drinks Martinis, smokes cigarettes and engages in human conversation, though he is still considered a pet in many respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over two years that I see this series, but already I've seen almost every chapter. It has a more black humor, more cruel, but it makes me laugh a lot. The character I like most is Stewie, I think he's a child that's unique and very original&lt;br /&gt;and makes me laugh a lot the way he hates his mother, jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/6ByIIHKonH10MQHk6Z7V3eDa41*LEst7rQKf3GUBq-Y_/FamilyGuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/6ByIIHKonH10MQHk6Z7V3eDa41*LEst7rQKf3GUBq-Y_/FamilyGuy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-187402229503663485?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/187402229503663485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=187402229503663485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/187402229503663485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/187402229503663485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/simpsons-family-guy.html' title='THE SIMPSONS &amp; FAMILY GUY'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-3676394931869502530</id><published>2008-11-21T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SScZOavLm_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kZXwKzZlReQ/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271209624346532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SScZOavLm_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kZXwKzZlReQ/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I want to talk about my cat, or rather I have to say about my beloved fur ball jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;Well, she’s is a rare thing (yes, she’s a female). If you take a look at this ball you can see a pair of honey color eyes (in fact, they’re precious), and a flat nose black with a pink stain that she has since she was born. The rest is just fluff, jajaja! The color of her fur is brown, mixed with dark brown, honey-colored, black and other colors that will surely have no name, jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;She has learned to meow when she's hungry, and she won't be silent until you have given her food. Also when she gets bored, or at night when she doesn't want to sleep, then she bother me and she doesn't stop until I wake up, so I can say that she ‘s such a bore! And she is a machine of poop U.Ú&lt;br /&gt;However, it's the best cat in the whole world (in my opinion, of course), and I love her very much. She's always close to me and giving me company, is very affectionate. He likes to play a lot and even sometimes it hurts me, but I don't know what would I do without her, is part of me, and I know she won't never fail me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-3676394931869502530?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/3676394931869502530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=3676394931869502530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3676394931869502530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3676394931869502530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-want-to-talk-about-my-cat-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SScZOavLm_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kZXwKzZlReQ/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-3556328156134127935</id><published>2008-11-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>Electric guitar</title><content type='html'>I want to talk about the electric guitar, my favourite instrument, and, after a long time I have one, and I'm learning to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An electric guitar is a type of guitar that uses pickups to convert the vibration of its steel-cored strings into an electrical current, which is made louder with an instrument amplifier and a speaker. The signal that comes from the guitar is sometimes electronically altered with guitar effects such as reverb or distortion. While most electric guitars have six strings, seven-string instruments are used by some jazz guitarists and metal guitarists (especially in nu metal), and 12-string electric guitars (with six pairs of strings, four of which are tuned in octaves) are used in genres such as jangle pop and rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my guitar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fender Squier Bullet Stratocaster with tremolo is an electric guitar that emulates the aesthetics of the Fender Stratocaster, but with modifications to reduce cost. Like the Squier Stratocaster, it is not considered a strat copy as it is manufactured by Squier, a subsidiary of Fender and, therefore, still retained under the Fender brand name.It's a simple, affordable and practical guitar designed for beginners. It is not a professional guitar, but I think it sounds good, and has a good value for money. Mine is red and white, with a dark mastil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.woodbrass.com/images/woodbrass/FENDER+031-0001-540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 549px" alt="" src="http://es.woodbrass.com/images/woodbrass/FENDER+031-0001-540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-3556328156134127935?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/3556328156134127935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=3556328156134127935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3556328156134127935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3556328156134127935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/electric-guitar.html' title='Electric guitar'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-7788382570018545980</id><published>2008-11-19T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>PIZZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well today I'm going to talk about pizza, my favourite food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pizza is a popular dish made with an oven-baked, flat, generally round bread that is covered with tomatoes or a tomato-based sauce and mozzarella cheese. Other toppings are added according to region, culture or personal preference. Originating as a part of Italian cuisine, the dish has become popular in many different parts of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crisp, chewy, cheesy, saucy, thick or thin... from Naples to California, pizza means different things in different regions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neapolitan: Normally cooked in a wood-fired or brick oven, good Neapolitan pizza emerges with an extremely thin, bubbled crust. Slightly charred areas will offer hints of bitterness to offset the sweet-tangy flavor of tomato sauce and the licorice flavor of julienned basil. Scattered pieces of fresh mozzarella accent, rather than cover, the tomato sauce. A Neapolitan pizza is never served by the slice, and rarely comes out pre-cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faculty.ed.umuc.edu/~jmatthew/naples/pizzapic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://faculty.ed.umuc.edu/~jmatthew/naples/pizzapic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chicago: Chicagoans are all about quantity when it comes to pizza. The thick crust is best when made with oil and butter, providing a crisp, breadlike texture and buttery flavor. The sauce is on top and the cheese on the bottom, and a bevy of ingredients, ranging from sausage to cooked peppers and onions, are stuffed in between. Fork and knife are required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1471256408_781147d1bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1471256408_781147d1bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;California: Seasonal ingredients, often organic and local, define California pizza. The crust thinner is better, is merely the vehicle for showcasing the bounty of the season. From stinging nettles to orange bergamot, anything is fair game when it comes to toppings for a California pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prudentialcenter.com/i/tenant/image/californiapizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://www.prudentialcenter.com/i/tenant/image/californiapizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New York: A true New York pizza will have a blanket of blistered cheese covering a thin crust and a layer of sweet tomato sauce. Too many toppings are sacrilegious to a die-hard New York pizza-lover, nothing should ruin the pure genius of a plain slice. And it tastes better if you fold it in half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gusto.com/gusto_images/10001_20000/12813/feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://www.gusto.com/gusto_images/10001_20000/12813/feature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the pizza is a great invention, because you can include many ingredients in one dish. In addition, it's delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I'm going to have a piza for dinner today..I'm hungry hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-7788382570018545980?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/7788382570018545980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=7788382570018545980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7788382570018545980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7788382570018545980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/pizza.html' title='PIZZA'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1471256408_781147d1bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-264226080239174020</id><published>2008-11-16T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>DOMINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/35/57/75/18431626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/35/57/75/18431626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've thought to talk about a film, and I've decided to talk about DOMINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domino it's about the daughter of an actor with a high-society woman, Domino Harvey, bored with her life, decides to join the team of Ed Mosley and becomes a bounty hunter. But she gets in trouble when the Mafia's money is stolen from an armored truck, while Mosley and his crew are in action participating of a reality show produced by Mark Heiss. The situation becomes out of control when the sons of a rival mobster are kidnapped while FBI is monitoring the two gangs of mobsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's based on the true story of Domino Harvey, daughter of film actor Laurence Harvey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's interesting the personality of Domino, because I think she wants to seem tough, but actually she has her weaknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like her name, I think it's very original jajaja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no more to say for today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/MasterMentor/Domino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-264226080239174020?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/264226080239174020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=264226080239174020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/264226080239174020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/264226080239174020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/domino.html' title='DOMINO'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-7821964010612573799</id><published>2008-11-13T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:07.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>SID VICIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/M/mrscasablancas/1082329992_sSidVacant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 501px" alt="" src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/M/mrscasablancas/1082329992_sSidVacant.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk about this character, because I don't know exactly why, but I admire him. Sid Vicious was the bassist of the British punk band Sex Pistols. He was involved in the birth of punk but died of a drug overdose at only 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicious was born in London on May 10 of 1957. First he lived in Ibiza, where his mother worked of drug trafficker. Later they movoed to London. From childhood, Sid was always fascinated by characters who quickly achieved fame and they die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the most fanatical of the Sex Pistols and he was friend of Johnny Rotten, the singer. Johnny asked him if he wanted to join the group, and he accepted, although he didn't know to play the bass, but he learned. He became the pure face of punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met the groupie Nancy Spungen, and they started a relationship. She showed him the heroin, and became dependent on heroin, from that moment everything got worse. This affected Sid Vicious and also to the whole group, which was separated during their tour of the United States in 1978.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On October 12, 1978, someone murdered Nancy and Sid was arrested and charged with her murder, but for lack of evidence they had to leave him free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time Sid died of an overdose of heroin, which provided him with his mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sid was controversial, libertine, visionary and provocative. I think I admire his attitude, although I regret that because of his girlfriend, he addicted to heroin and wasted his life. However, he was a true icon of the punk movement, and I think that without Sid, Sex Pistols would never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still looking for reasons, but I don't know entirely yet why I admire him so much, jajaja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-7821964010612573799?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/7821964010612573799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=7821964010612573799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7821964010612573799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/7821964010612573799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/sid-vicious.html' title='SID VICIOUS'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-3099021318071829485</id><published>2008-11-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:26.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A while ago i was listening to music and I listened a song that was a long time that I wasn't listening, and I think it's a very beautiful song, so I decided to put it here in the blog to fill posts jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called Wasted time, and it's from Skid Row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skid Row is an American hard rock and heavy metal band, formed in 1986 in Toms River, New Jersey. They are named after Phil Lynott and Gary Moore's first band. They were most successful in the late 1980s and early 1990s when their first two albums with lead singer Sebastian Bach and drummer Rob Affuso were multi-platinum successes. Their current line-up consists of Johnny Solinger (vocals), Dave "The Snake" Sabo, Scotti Hill (guitar), Rachel Bolan (bass) and Dave Gara (drums). As of the end of 1996 the band has sold over 20 million albums worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;As of 2008, Skid Row has released five full-length albums, an EP, a compilation album, and a live album. For album and single sales information, see the Skid Row discography page. They became popular with their first two albums, Skid Row and Slave to the Grind, which are often considered their best-known works to date. Their last full-length studio album, Revolutions per Minute, came out on October 24, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the song is very moving, and I don't know exactly what it is, but I like so much the feeling that I have when I listen it. It also has a very nice guitar solo, jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put here the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I together in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Sacred ties would never fray&lt;br /&gt;Then why cant I let myself tell lies&lt;br /&gt;And watch you die every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to the times&lt;br /&gt;When dreams were what mattered&lt;br /&gt;Tough talking youth naivete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you never let me down&lt;br /&gt;But the horse stampedes and rages&lt;br /&gt;In the name of desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you live with yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid delusions they haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Wheres my friend I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Hes all alone&lt;br /&gt;Hes buried deep within a carcass&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;As its bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you belive you&lt;br /&gt;Cant be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you scream in agony&lt;br /&gt;And the horse stampedes and rages&lt;br /&gt;In the name of desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you live with yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you never let me down&lt;br /&gt;But the horse stampedes and rages&lt;br /&gt;In the name of desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Can you live with yourself&lt;br /&gt;When you think of what&lt;br /&gt;You left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise again&lt;br /&gt;The earth will turn to sand&lt;br /&gt;Creations colors seem to fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;And youll see the sickly hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Will write your final rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And end a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought youd let it get&lt;br /&gt;This far, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABcTUtFY6SI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABcTUtFY6SI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-3099021318071829485?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/3099021318071829485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=3099021318071829485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3099021318071829485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/3099021318071829485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-ago-i-was-listening-to-music-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-6569460181377695203</id><published>2008-11-04T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:26.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.simpsoncrazy.com/gallery/simpsons/SimpsonsHalloween.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.simpsoncrazy.com/gallery/simpsons/SimpsonsHalloween.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today I'm going to talk about Halloween, a holiday celebrated on October 31. People do trick-or-treacking, ghost tours, bonfires, costume parties, visiting haunted attractions, carving jack o' lanterns, reading scary stories, and watching horror movies. It's the night of witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day coincides with the birthday of my friend Thaïs, so we went to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;At first we wanted to buy horror masks for a horror costume, but when we went to buy we didn't find any that we liked, so we went without mask. U.Ú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun throughout the night, we saw horror films and also we did some little acts of hooliganism that I'm not going to tell jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to sleep at Thaïs home, at first we went to her ship to have more fear, but we were too people inside and we had to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went to the sofa and we slept all there, it was so uncomfortable, but we were all tired, so we all slept jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I slept really fatal u.ú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can say it was a good halloween, despite everything. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And unfortunately, I have no photo jajaja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing more to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anna.&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/4708375487912279665-6569460181377695203?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/6569460181377695203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=6569460181377695203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6569460181377695203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/6569460181377695203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-20511470804916953</id><published>2008-10-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:26.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm gonna write about a little bit of my history, which is quite short, I have only lived 16 years, I still have to live much more, jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was born on August 18, year 1992, in Barcelona, at 3:00 pm. I lived here for 5 years, at first with my mum and dad and then appeared my brother, who's a year and a half younger than me. I think Barcelona it's a great city, I should have lived longer there. But my parent's decided to move to Cerdanyola del Vallès, I still don't know exactly why. It wasn't so hard to leave friends, I was only 5 years. I lived in Cerdanyola for 6 years, I have a lot of good memories of that time, I made very good friends, and now I am still talking to some of them. We had a house in Empuriabrava, where we were going on weekends and holidays, and my parents decided to move there. I didn't like the idea, because I had to leave again from my friends, and this time it was much harder. I was angry with my parents, but then I adapted to this place and I made friends, I moved from Empuriabrava to Castelló, that's where I am now, for the moment, And I'm not prepared to endure another move jajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the photo, me and my dog, poor dog jajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SPDrthDlMRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJQXJgchx9E/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255959932341399826" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SPDrthDlMRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJQXJgchx9E/s320/blog.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-20511470804916953?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/20511470804916953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=20511470804916953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/20511470804916953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/20511470804916953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-im-gonna-write-about-little-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SPDrthDlMRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJQXJgchx9E/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708375487912279665.post-2848485136409466733</id><published>2008-10-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:26.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of Batxillerat 1st TERM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uninteresting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ocurr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;topics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708375487912279665-2848485136409466733?l=sillything4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/feeds/2848485136409466733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708375487912279665&amp;postID=2848485136409466733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/2848485136409466733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708375487912279665/posts/default/2848485136409466733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillything4.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-i-decided-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743461685974854839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxs0c6omKiA/SxBDI35-M-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0tjWE3u3ls/S220/0815182644StrayCatHead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
