<?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-3060581541305556642</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:09:10.512-08:00</updated><category term='First Term'/><category term='Second Term'/><category term='Third term'/><title type='text'>·My little world·</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-3310706419195449354</id><published>2009-05-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:41:23.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember my summer when I was young when it was of going to the beach, meeting friends, ice creams, swimming pools, sun, ‘casal’, relax and fun. Some years later, when I started to have some responsibilities my summer was giving classes to children, beach only in the afternoon, reading a lot and fun only in the weekends. But this summer…the nice and easy life is finished. I will work all day in camp site; I’ll spend my free days preparing my research project (because until it invades my dreams I will work on my research project about dreams). So not much rest but I will have money!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGK51vZvrI/AAAAAAAAAas/xlOk99aB6pI/s1600-h/1209803039_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341703359321194162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGK51vZvrI/AAAAAAAAAas/xlOk99aB6pI/s320/1209803039_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We can have all we want if we work for it; that is to say that everything has a price and for that, before fighting for something, you have to think about all that you are prepared to lose. I chose to fight for&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGLY0MwnBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/N2Ss2hrNMNY/s1600-h/DSC06898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341703891483401234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGLY0MwnBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/N2Ss2hrNMNY/s320/DSC06898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my responsibilities, studies and job but I know that I’ll lose a lot of my free time (but not all!).
I want to remember a piece I wrote before ‘Think Yourself Luck’ about my grandmother because she worked for what she wanted and for that I admire her a lot and I will miss her and remember her for ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a nice summer :)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-3310706419195449354?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/3310706419195449354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=3310706419195449354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3310706419195449354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3310706419195449354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-forward-to-summer.html' title='Looking forward to summer?'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGK51vZvrI/AAAAAAAAAas/xlOk99aB6pI/s72-c/1209803039_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-1959856264850141403</id><published>2009-05-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:35:03.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>One wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You could wish for Money, good job, Health, friends, husband, famous, family-health, etc… So what would you wish for?

I actually only need one wish: HAPINESS. You can have a lot of things but actually have nothing! If you are happy you have all that you need. Happiness is in all the situations that you don’t plan, it is in the things that you don’t see coming. It is something which when you search it, you don’t find it. Also it is not necessary that the happiness would be in the biggest things or actions: the littlest and special thing can make you happier than anything else. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGKSKDBvSI/AAAAAAAAAak/zuMMX6VvR2s/s1600-h/DSC03838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341702677577448738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGKSKDBvSI/AAAAAAAAAak/zuMMX6VvR2s/s320/DSC03838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I am sure that if we would have to summarize the most important moments of our life, we would remember specially the situations when we were really happy. We don’t have to pretend to be happy all the time; if it was like that, we wouldn’t value the happiness. We must believe strongly in happiness and it will be great if we would be able to keep some of it for the moments when we’ll really need.

Like Thomas Jefferson said, we have the law of live, of to be free and to look for our happiness.&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/3060581541305556642-1959856264850141403?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/1959856264850141403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=1959856264850141403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1959856264850141403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1959856264850141403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-wish.html' title='One wish'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SiGKSKDBvSI/AAAAAAAAAak/zuMMX6VvR2s/s72-c/DSC03838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-5807763721189442050</id><published>2009-05-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:52:59.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know your eyeliners, mascara, face cream, shampoo, etc have been tested on defensless animals?
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I don’t agree with animal testing for beauty products but I still buy the products! Maybe because there aren’t enough alternatives. We understand that they want to be sure their products have no side effects, but is there only one method? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Maybe they should test the products on themselves, instead of putting chemicals in rabbit eyes or on cat’s fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Testing on animals for medical products appears more logical because is something really important for humans but it is still not acceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
There are some products which have a drawing of a rabbit; it means that this product isn’t tasted on animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Think next time you put your make-up on. Think about the poor animals and imagine it is your pet being tasted on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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There are some companies that test with animals: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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Ace, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acuvue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Airwick, Ajax, Alberto-culver (3M), Ambre Solaire, Antica, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erboristería&lt;/span&gt;, Anubis, Ariel, Avéne, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Axe&lt;/span&gt;, Barbara Gould, Bausch&amp;amp;Lomb, Beauty Control cosmetics Benckiser, Bic, Bien Etre, Binaca, Biotherm, Bristol-Myers, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cacharel&lt;/span&gt;, Cadey, Cadonett, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/span&gt;, Carefree, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carter Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Chesebrough-Ponds, Church &amp;amp; Dwight, Ciba-Geigy, Clariol, Clearasil, Clearastick, Clinique, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt;, Close-up, Colgate, Colgate-Palmolive, Coppertone, Coral Vajillas, Courreges, Cover Girl, Crinos, &lt;strong&gt;Cruz Roja&lt;/strong&gt; (Basilea), Cutex, Denim, Dercos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Don Limpio&lt;/strong&gt;, Douss-Intim, Dove, Eau Jeune, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ecolab&lt;/span&gt;, Edge, Elida Gibb, Elililli&amp;amp;Co, Elizabeth Arden, Farbergé (Unilever), &lt;strong&gt;Fairy&lt;/strong&gt;, Fendi, Fidia, Finesse, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Garnier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Gemey-Ricils, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;General Motors&lt;/span&gt;, Germaine Monteil, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gillette&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giorgio Armani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giorgio Beverly Hills&lt;/span&gt;, Glassex, Gloria Vanderbilt, Goldys, Guy Laroche, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&amp;amp;S&lt;/span&gt;, Hanorah, Harriet Hubbard Ayer, Harpic, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helena Rubinstein&lt;/span&gt;, Heléne Curtis, Hill's Pet, Hoffman-Laroche, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hugo Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Impulso, Isdin, Hacques Fath, Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson, Johnson Wax, Juvena, Karl Lagerfeld, Kik, Kimberly-Clark, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt;, Klorane, La Biostique, &lt;strong&gt;Laboratorios Esteve&lt;/strong&gt;, Laguerfeld (Unilever), &lt;strong&gt;Lancaster&lt;/strong&gt;, Laura Biagiotti, Lenor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L'oreal&lt;/span&gt;, Lux (Unilever), Maurice Messegue, Max Factor, Mennen, Mixa, Mum, N.A.S.A., Marta, Natural Glow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nenuco&lt;/span&gt;, Netol, Neutro Balance, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Neutrogena&lt;/span&gt;, Nina Ricci, O.B.A.O., O'Cedar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oil of Olay&lt;/span&gt;, Old Spice, Olga Tschenowa, Orlane, Palmolive, Paloma Picasso, Pantene, Pato WC, Patrick's, Phas, Physicians Formula Cosmetics, Piaubert, Pierre Balmain, Pierre Fabre, Piz Buin, Playtex, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pond's&lt;/span&gt;, Post-it, Procter &amp;amp; Gamble, &lt;strong&gt;Profiden&lt;/strong&gt;, Pronto, Raid, &lt;strong&gt;Ralf Lauren&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ray-Ban&lt;/span&gt;, Reckitt &amp;amp; Colman, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rexona&lt;/span&gt;, Roc, Sandoz, Scad, Schwartzkopf, Scotch Britte, Scott (papel), Sensodyne, Shiseido, Shishido, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Signal&lt;/span&gt;, Sisley, SmithKline Beecham, Squibb, Studio Line, Super Ween, Tacto, Tampones OB, Timotei, Tode, Vaseline, Vasenol, Veet, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vichy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Vicks, Vidal Sassoon, Vividop, Wizard, Woolite, Xampa, &lt;strong&gt;Ives Saint Laurent&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-5807763721189442050?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/5807763721189442050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=5807763721189442050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5807763721189442050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5807763721189442050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the beast'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-8536047712741167749</id><published>2009-05-08T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:34:00.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>Prestress’ escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SgRdOvZb0hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3glMRdWD94o/s1600-h/DSC06884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333490366536208914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SgRdOvZb0hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3glMRdWD94o/s320/DSC06884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First weekend after Easter holidays I went to my second concert of La fuga. It was a complet weekend; let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;

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On Saturday mid day Màrius and I went by train to Barcelona. When we arrived we went to look for my Research’s project book in FNAC: it was so difficult to find because there are mountains and mountains of books. After that we walked around the Ramblas because Màrius wanted to buy a female squirrel. One and a half hours later we were in the metro with a new little and precious rabbit that Màrius bought me and without squirrel because it isn’t time of rearing. &lt;/div&gt;

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Then we arrived to my flat in Sant Adrià where my grandfather was waiting for us. He didn’t have anything for dinner and we had to run to Telepizza and buy some food. For this we didn’t have any time to eat and after two pieces of pizza, we ran to the metro. Màrius, like always, wasn’t nervous of being late but I was very restless. Apart from that, Clàudia phoned me to say that the people under 18 years old couldn’t enter! We stayed for a long time in the metro (or it seemed to me) but finally we arrived to Plaça Espanya where a friend, Ramos, was waiting. We arrived to Palau Sant Jordis’ doors and Clàudia came to give us the tickets. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SgResZwPH2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/oCOJ7i64yyM/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333491975633968994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SgResZwPH2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/oCOJ7i64yyM/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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The concert had not started yet and we looked for the best place. The concert was fantastic and the best song was Luna de miel by piano. For this song I called my new rabbit Miel (only at first time because it had diarrhoea and then my mother called it Mielda and I decided to change its name for Manolu). After the concert Ramos picked us up at Sant Adrià. There Màrius and I went to drink something in a little bar before go to my flat.&lt;/div&gt;

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Next day we slept until late. Then we woke up and helped my grandfather with lunch. At lunch time my uncles and little cousin came: it was such a long time that I hadn’t see them.&lt;/div&gt;

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In the afternoon we said goodbye to my grandfather and we went to Fontana where Màrius had dance classes. While he was dancing I was reading my English book for the exam of the next day.&lt;/div&gt;

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At nine o’clock we were getting onto the train to come back to Figueres. We arrived very tired but this good weekend rewarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-8536047712741167749?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/8536047712741167749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=8536047712741167749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8536047712741167749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8536047712741167749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/05/prestress-escape.html' title='Prestress’ escape'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SgRdOvZb0hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3glMRdWD94o/s72-c/DSC06884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-8996401055261675721</id><published>2009-04-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:51:28.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>Cosmos Vs Caos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZaXCBxK7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/uNj1vspUkW8/s1600-h/Cosmos_by_vovkas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320539361512598450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZaXCBxK7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/uNj1vspUkW8/s200/Cosmos_by_vovkas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We think that the origin of all was in the disorder, the caos; then it became the order, cosmos, and it was then when the universe appeared. If we would change the order of the world, the world would become caos. Everything has its place and everyplace has its space. Personally, I give a lot of importance to the order of all in my day to day; I need to have all my activities very clear and organize. I’ll tell you some examples: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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I’m bored of arguing with my sister about tidying up the room: she can be working or living under a mountain of things, but I cannot! They don’t disturb her! I feel nervous when I have a lot of unnecessary things in the middle of what I am doing. I need to have all in their place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
It is the same with my work. I usually do my homework in the order as I write in my notebook. Also I arrange my clothes by colours. The same happens with my routine activities, like for example, from when I wake up to when I leave home: I always follow the same order. Or also if I plan my day activities I need to have everything so clear because I hate being late as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Some times the people who live in their own caos make me fell very nervous; they usually are the same people that are always late or can never find the keys, for example. But in other ways I think that they also are happy and calm, they are never stressed! And, although their quietness makes me more nervous, I think that these people have their own order in their disorder. Also, but only some times, I admire their way of life.&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/3060581541305556642-8996401055261675721?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/8996401055261675721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=8996401055261675721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8996401055261675721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8996401055261675721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/04/cosmos-vs-caos_03.html' title='Cosmos Vs Caos'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZaXCBxK7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/uNj1vspUkW8/s72-c/Cosmos_by_vovkas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-6051904085518118780</id><published>2009-04-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:45:21.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>A dogs' life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZYjWjW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kKutqr0HuRM/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320537374157371794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZYjWjW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kKutqr0HuRM/s200/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t understand why my owner is in the habit of takeing me for a walk every day at half past six in the morning; in general, I don’t understand humans! Well after this hard routine, I come back to my bed and I sleep again… if I can because the girls start to make noise until eight o’clock when they leave me alone at home. They are so cruel; they don’t understand that I live a hard life and I need sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At eleven o’&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZX_fxXLmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T4MkQiRklRc/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320536758156734050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZX_fxXLmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T4MkQiRklRc/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clock my landlady come to make me up saying things that I don’t understand so much, but they should be good words because then she hugs me and kisses me. After I walk to the garden and I make my necessities. Until lunch time I watch over the house and when I’m tired I look for a clearing where I could lay down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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Then the little girl of the house arrives with my owner and I go to welcome her; I thought my name is Zeus, she always says to me “hello bubu!” –another thing that I don’t understand-. Later she let, me go in to have lunch. I run to my plate of food. If there are only biscuits I only need to look at her with a sad face and sit down. Then she comes back with something else to put on the biscuits; it isn’t so much, but it’s better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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Of course I have to snooze minimum one and a half hours while my owners are eating. When I wake up I go to the living room door and I knock it to enter; they don’t hear me but I insist and then – and I don’t understand why again- one of them becomes so angry and open the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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In the afternoon I walk trought the house and I like to go to the girls’ room where I always find the little one althou&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZXfMF6b9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/V9wJPET6N0M/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320536203118407634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZXfMF6b9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/V9wJPET6N0M/s200/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gh I prefer the older because she always let me climb on to her bed. I move her arm with my snout because I want to play or that she touch me but then she say “stop Zeus!”… Zeus! Why now am I Zeus and not Bubu? I insist again and finally she takes me out to the garden. There every afternoon I find a tedious dog-neighbour who is always barking. By the way, some days ago it lost its voice! What a nuisance! When I am tired of it I start to bark as well but then my owner tells me “shut up!”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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But it doesn’t matter because I go to the other garden to see my friend rabbit, Versacce…poor rabbit to have this name. It is very bored. I play alone on the grass rolling or biting myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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At eight o’clock the older sister arrives and I go to welcome her too. She also calls me Bubu but it doesn’t matter because she lets me do everything. We go into the house and I play with this blonde girl with my favourite ball; she hides it and give me hugs. Me, because I want my ball back, I don’t move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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After the landlady starts to cook the dinner and I stop in front of the kitchen waiting for something to eat. I make a sad face again, I sit down and finally I lift up my paw; in this way she give me a piece of cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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After dinner, when I hear the sound of the plastic bags I know that my lovely owner will take me out for a walk. When I come back I go directly to knock the door of my room because it’s ten o’clock and is time for bed! There are not hours for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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That’s all my day to day. As you have can see, my life is so stressful and hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-6051904085518118780?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/6051904085518118780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=6051904085518118780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6051904085518118780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6051904085518118780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/04/cosmos-vs-caos.html' title='A dogs&apos; life'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SdZYjWjW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kKutqr0HuRM/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-3351166824791183778</id><published>2009-03-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:01:14.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>The show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that we are living a difficult age because of changes and decisions; sometimes we are lost and we don’t know which way we have to choose -job, subjects, studies, degree, boyfriend, girlfriend, friends, activities, etc-. I like this song because it talks about these situations when we are confused and we are going to break out. With this song I want to say that life is a maze but we have to enjoy the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SHOW - Lenka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 333px" name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=" width="362" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" publisherid="59121" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1641204237&amp;amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught in the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a maze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love is a riddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do it aloneç&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've tried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or else my heart is going to pop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz it's too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, it's a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be something I'm not
I'm a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz I just can't get enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught in the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a maze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love is a riddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've tried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but don't show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's bringing me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just enjoy the show.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
The sun is hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like a giant spotlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The people follow the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and synchronize in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a joke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they've got a ticket to that show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught in the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a mazeand love is a riddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know where to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've tried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but don't show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's bringing me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just enjoy the show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught in the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is a maze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love is a riddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know where to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've tried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I don't show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's bringing me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just enjoy the show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dum de dum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dum de dum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dum de dum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dum de dum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my money back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estic una mica &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parada en el mig
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La vida és un laberint
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I l’amor és una endevinalla
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No se on anar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No puc fer-ho sola
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ho he intentat)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no se per què. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baixa lentament
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Para
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perquè el meu cor explotarà
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perquè és massa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Si, és massa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Per ser allò que no sóc.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estic boig
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;D’ amor
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perquè no puc tenir-ne prou.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estic una mica
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parada al mig.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La vida és un laberint
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I l’amor és una endevinalla
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No se on anar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No puc fer-ho sola
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ho he intentat)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no se per què.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sóc simplement una nena
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perduda en el moment
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estic molt espantada
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Però no ho diguis
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No m’en puc fer una idea
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Em fa anar malament
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sé
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que l’he de deixar marxar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I tan sols gaudir del festival.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;El sol escalfa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;En el cel
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Com un fanal gegant.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La gent segueix la senyal
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I es sincronitzen a temps
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Es una broma
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que ningú coneix
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ells tenen el tiquet per el festival
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;siin the sky.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estic una mica
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parada en el mig
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La vida és un laberint
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I l’amor és una endevinalla
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No se on anar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No puc fer-ho sola
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ho he intentat)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I no se per què.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sóc simplement una nena
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perduda en el moment
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estic molt espantada
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Però no ho diguis
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No m’en puc fer una idea
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Em fa anar malamente
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sé
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que l’he de deixar marxar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I tan sols gaudir del festival.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dam di dam
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dam di dam
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tan sols gaudeix del festival
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dam di dam
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dam di dam
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tan sols gaudeix del festival
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els Diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els Diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tan sols gaudeix del festival
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els Diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vull que em tornin els Diners
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tan sols gaudeix del festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-3351166824791183778?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/3351166824791183778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=3351166824791183778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3351166824791183778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3351166824791183778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/03/show.html' title='The show'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-5633998286508037156</id><published>2009-03-28T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:11:21.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third term'/><title type='text'>A tastes of better life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you know if you can live better or if you can have more commodities if you don’t know about their existence? If you don’t know it you think that you are lucky with what you have and you give thanks. But…what happens when you discover a better kind of life? Let me explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/Sc4FXUbrugI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4uIkJh0O26M/s1600-h/86871_the-young-stars-of-slumdog-millionaire-smile-on-the-2009-oscars-red-carpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194108151085570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/Sc4FXUbrugI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4uIkJh0O26M/s320/86871_the-young-stars-of-slumdog-millionaire-smile-on-the-2009-oscars-red-carpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days ago the film, Slumdog Milione, which won eight Oscars, was premiered. This film tells the hard life of an Indian boy that lives on the street and who is about to win a quiz show. Hollywood needed some children from India and they looked for them there. Finally they found some poor children and they brought them to Hollywood while they were making the film. The children passed from begging for money on the streets, to having lots of luxuries. For them it was a new life, like a dream!

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But dreams aren’t eternal. After the Oscar’s night, where they assist&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/Sc4Fi6emonI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T9RFSz2J7kA/s1600-h/slide_1103_17537_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194307342443122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/Sc4Fi6emonI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T9RFSz2J7kA/s320/slide_1103_17537_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed like princes, they had to go back to India’s streets with their suits. The dream became a nightmare. Some of them didn’t want to return and some others felt sick or depressed. Also now one of them doesn’t want to make interviews and his father hits him because they won’t earn money without interviews.
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And now, what happens to these children? Now they know that there is a better life and they don’t want to live in this misery knowing that they could live a nice life. I think that it’s unfair. The rich people needed cheap actors urgently and they didn’t think of the psychological problems on these children after the film.
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The problem is that, although we can see the big moments coming, we aren’t ready to live them. Nobody ask that their life changes, but it changes. Maybe for better or maybe for worst; but it’s then when you open your eyes, you see the reality and you discover who you are.&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/3060581541305556642-5633998286508037156?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/5633998286508037156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=5633998286508037156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5633998286508037156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5633998286508037156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-know-if-you-can-live-better.html' title='A tastes of better life'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/Sc4FXUbrugI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4uIkJh0O26M/s72-c/86871_the-young-stars-of-slumdog-millionaire-smile-on-the-2009-oscars-red-carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-4658224143865375370</id><published>2009-02-13T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:14:45.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>FRANKENSTEIN: The book VS the film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SZXinsZUkjI/AAAAAAAAARE/BYeF3LsXdn4/s1600-h/frankenstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302393307858768434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SZXinsZUkjI/AAAAAAAAARE/BYeF3LsXdn4/s320/frankenstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We read Frankenstein by Mary Shalley and then we saw the film about the book; although is the same story, I’ve found some differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film Justin’s mother appears and in the book she doesn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While in the book Victor’s mother dies of an illness, in the film she dies guing birth to William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Victor’s mother gives a diary to Victor in the film but not in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the book there is Ernest, the youngest brother and in the film not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film they celebrate a farewell party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film Victor knows Henry from University but in the book both were known from childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the book, Frankenstein’s laboratory is on an island and in the film it’s near the University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film version the experiment isn’t a secret as in the book; in the film Henry and the professor know about it as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film there is an epidemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felix’s grandchild, in the film, is a boy and in the book is a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film a man goes to ask Felix for money for rent and then he hits him; the monster saves Felix and after they go into the house. This doesn’t happen in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the book the monster saves a girl from the river and this doesn’t happen in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The photo on the chain, in the book, is of Victor’s mother but in the film is a photo of Victor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the book Justine doesn’t have a trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The monster kills Victor’s father before the honeymoon in the film but, in the book, Victor’s father dies of sadness when he knows that Elisabeth is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film the monster plucks out the Elisabeth’s heart but in the book the monster drowns her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first woman who Victor starts to create in the film is Justine and for this reason he doesn’t want to continue; in the book the women monster is a woman he doesn’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Victors tries to give life to Elisabeth when she dies but only in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film Henry doesn’t die, therefore, Victor does not go to the jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the film the monster doesn’t kill itself; it dies burned with Victror’s body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-4658224143865375370?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/4658224143865375370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=4658224143865375370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4658224143865375370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4658224143865375370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/02/frankenstein-book-vs-film.html' title='FRANKENSTEIN: The book VS the film'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SZXinsZUkjI/AAAAAAAAARE/BYeF3LsXdn4/s72-c/frankenstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-5471447405031291021</id><published>2009-02-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:14:33.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>Have you ever had to ‘catch’ a present?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know when I had the idea to give a squirrel as a present. It seemed like a good idea at the time but after I was not so sure. Let me explain:&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday morning I went to buy my present in a old pet shop where they had the last squirrels of this season. The owner gave me an old bird cage and we went to have dinner in a restaurant. Of course I left the squirrel in the car but I covered the cage with my scarf. When I came back my scarf was full of holes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYzBO1cC0GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4I7ZjgRwuPk/s1600-h/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299823322115264610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYzBO1cC0GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4I7ZjgRwuPk/s320/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The squirrel was nice until, while we were sleeping at mid-day the squirrel escaped. Imagine the scene: my mother screaming, my sister screaming, me screaming and the squirrel screaming! It bit us twice until we caught it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So you think that’s the end…but no! The next day when I arrived home the squirrel wasn’t in the cage but this time we couldn’t find it! I started to think like a squirrel: where would I hide? Finally the squirrel was under a mound of ash in the fireplace; we spent one and a half hours trying to catch it! We dismantled all the room, including the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally we caught the squirrel, we reinforced the cage and today I gave the squirrel to it’s new owner: now its his problem. &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday and good luck Màrius!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3060581541305556642-5471447405031291021?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/5471447405031291021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=5471447405031291021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5471447405031291021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5471447405031291021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-had-to-catch-present.html' title='Have you ever had to ‘catch’ a present?'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYzBO1cC0GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4I7ZjgRwuPk/s72-c/DSC06744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-5555675249196951365</id><published>2009-02-06T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:13:57.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>Over sterile, over protected</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why so many allergies? In the past we didn’t have so many. Sterilising all babies and young childrens – bottles, dummies, toys- how will they develop antibodies? Medicines as soon as they are ill, how will their bodies learn to defend themselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

You will be ill again and again… so more medicines! Some medicines can even be bad for you with side effect and some if used again and again have no effect at all.
Example: babies in Africa survive with few medicines and without sterilising and even without clean water! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

How much fun is it to go to the beach as if you were in a bubble- sun cream, sun hat, sun suit, sun glasses, anti jelly fish, not too long a time in the water, not to long a time in the sun-? not fun!
Of course the medicines are good and our life expectancy has improve with them, but only if we use them without abusing them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

If since two thousand yeas ago we have evolved without many problems and without all the things we have now…how can’t we survive to a simple headache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-5555675249196951365?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/5555675249196951365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=5555675249196951365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5555675249196951365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5555675249196951365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-sterile-over-protected.html' title='Over sterile, over protected'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-5469819977727434948</id><published>2009-01-30T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:14:08.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>the woman deserve it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipes for a “pamper night”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every female should have a pamper night, a night when you pamper or treat yourself. Here are some natural ways to make yourself beautiful while you relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

1 ripe avocado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
1 jar clear honey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 lemon
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 plain yogurt
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 cucumber
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strawberries
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olive oil
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jojoba Oil (from any natural shop) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Facial for tired skin: Take two tablespoons of ripe avocado and one teaspoon of clear honey, lemon juice and plain yogurt and mash them together and leave to child in the fridge for half an hour. Then apply to the face and lie down for ten minutes. Wipe with lukewarm water, and dry gently.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Lie down and cover the eyes with slices of cucumber for five to ten minutes.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Rub a strawberry into oily patches of facial skin.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Hair revitalising: with the rest of the materials pour the vegetable oils into a little bottle and then add essential oils and shake well. Apply the oil to the hair, rub in well and leave on for twenty minutes.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYNSs89kLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ptNzZYkzrvg/s1600-h/1222199510791_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168518949907650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYNSs89kLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ptNzZYkzrvg/s320/1222199510791_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You’ll feel better and, the most important, you’ll be more relaxed! It’s a good way to give yourself a present after a week of work. Because, we woman, deserve it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYNSs89kLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ptNzZYkzrvg/s1600-h/1222199510791_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-5469819977727434948?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/5469819977727434948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=5469819977727434948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5469819977727434948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/5469819977727434948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman-deserve-it.html' title='the woman deserve it'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SYNSs89kLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ptNzZYkzrvg/s72-c/1222199510791_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-450792427854123694</id><published>2009-01-23T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:37:47.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>The kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXob0ZEGeBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/65XeM2Xb1Fs/s1600-h/el%2520beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294574898822674450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXob0ZEGeBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/65XeM2Xb1Fs/s200/el%2520beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow White woke up with the sweet kiss of a prince, Cinderella was the same, the ugly frog turned in a handsome prince with the kiss of beautiful princess and all the best romantic films end with a fantastic kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

We, the occidental people, kiss our family on the cheek, friends or dear people and we reserve the kisses on lips for our partner; to us the kiss is a symbol of love, friendship or to say ‘hello’. The oriental people think that to kiss is a way to give or to get positive energy and in some African tribes they think that it’s a negative thing because the soul could escape from the mouth. The Anglo-Saxon custom is kiss on the hand and the Eskimos touch each other with the nose. To the Japanese people, the most carried away kiss is on the neck or on the hand but never on lips.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

Also the number of kisses depends on the country. We give two kisses on both cheeks and the men shake hands while the French people give three kisses and the Russian men kiss each other.
To us, to kiss in public or private is very normal and generally nice. But to other countries like the oriental ones it is considered bad manners, for example, in China to kiss somebody in public is worse than to spit on the street!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;


It is curious but, sometimes, the little things or gestures have more power than the bigger things. In the world exists so many customs like cultures and countries but the most of them coincide in the idea that the kiss is the best gesture of fondness.&lt;/span&gt;
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 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294575284174749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXocK0nMgPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0dfFRrDu72Y/s320/DSCN4207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-450792427854123694?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/450792427854123694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=450792427854123694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/450792427854123694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/450792427854123694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss.html' title='The kiss'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXob0ZEGeBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/65XeM2Xb1Fs/s72-c/el%2520beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-3185380668409883613</id><published>2009-01-16T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:57:16.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>Would you want to be a famous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDkrBFphaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yqr5i8niksY/s1600-h/DSC06599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291980989837968802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDkrBFphaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yqr5i8niksY/s200/DSC06599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who wouldn’t want to have the money – The cars, the chalets, the holidays, the clothes, the castles, the personal hairdressers, the personal make-up artist, the fans, photographers, appear in magazines-, always looking fabulous, imagine all the handsome men who would chase you!, meet your idols at Cinema Premiers, expensive restaurants or yachts…It sounds fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But... In reality you can’t go anywhere like a normal person, you have to go with bodyguards. You always have to look nice (photographers like to get a photo of someone famous without make-up or amazing clothes, hair, etc… looking normal! Holidays are never private. What’s about your private life?! Every argument, night out, relationship will be published in magazines, newspapers or appear on TV. The handsome men: do they love you or for your money and fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDkWM7HdQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xnXo8PxFDxs/s1600-h/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291980632237765890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDkWM7HdQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xnXo8PxFDxs/s200/DSC00207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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For me, I prefer to be a nobody not a somebody! Like my grandmother said &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;you maybe nobody to the world but you are always a world to somebody”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-3185380668409883613?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/3185380668409883613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=3185380668409883613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3185380668409883613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3185380668409883613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you-want-to-be-famous.html' title='Would you want to be a famous?'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDkrBFphaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yqr5i8niksY/s72-c/DSC06599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-4730544512174086557</id><published>2009-01-16T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:29:42.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>Guiris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXeEjKDsIDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/k8tesMaB6Ek/s1600-h/khg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293845626527424562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXeEjKDsIDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/k8tesMaB6Ek/s200/khg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year I want to go to work in a camping; My sister last year worked at office of tourism and some days ago she told me about typical guiri. This is just fun. Even my “guiri” English friend finds it fun! They aren’t all like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(in turk, Giris=entrence)&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to spot a guiri?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



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&lt;ul&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The look: clother, sunburn, mosquitoes bite,…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday activities: Shouting in supermarkets (they maybe think that if they speak loudly in English we won’t understand them), beach and sunbathing, drinking (staggering or fighting), eating English food, more sunbathing, buying sombreros or flamenco dresses and donkeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;



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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Timetable of a guiri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



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&lt;ul&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8 – 9: Take paracetamol for hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9 – 10: Put on big shorts, t-shirt, sandals with long socks. No suncream. Scratch mosquito bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10-11: Eat typical English breakfast in self service restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11 -1: Toast body on the beach until nice and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 – 2: Find “typical” Spanish restaurant and eat a lots of paella and allioli and drinks a lots of sangria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 – 4: Disturb the other people at the swimming pool (shouting, splashing, etc…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5 – 6: buy souvenir: donkey and flamenco dolls and dresses. Shout in your own language so the Spanish understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6 – 7: Wear your new Flamenco dress to go for dinner: more paella, allioli and Sangria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8 - ? : First try to find a bar open so early. Then drinking, dancing, shouting, arguing, falling down and try to stand up. Finally try to find your hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-4730544512174086557?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/4730544512174086557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=4730544512174086557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4730544512174086557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4730544512174086557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-year-i-want-to-go-to-work-in.html' title='Guiris'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXeEjKDsIDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/k8tesMaB6Ek/s72-c/khg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-4549767519849969234</id><published>2009-01-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:40:59.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>It isn't only a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDZLAtMLFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B8hnRD_s92s/s1600-h/Dream_by_duygukargili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291968345351662674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDZLAtMLFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B8hnRD_s92s/s200/Dream_by_duygukargili.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever dreamt with worms, small animals, or parasites? Perhaps your think this signifies you are scared of, or have a phobia of these animals…. NO! Freud says these dream revel that you are jealous of your younger brother or sister!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s possible your dream about missing a train, a plane, a boat or a bus. Do you think this show you are afraid to be late? Neither! Really you are afraid of dying!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many people dream of flying, falling, swimming, going in a lift, walking in narrow streets, night robbers, being chased by wild animals or being threatened with knives. It doesn’t mean any of these things will happen. In reality it is a sign of sexual excitement or desires!
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then… What does my dream mean according&lt;/span&gt; to Freud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-4549767519849969234?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/4549767519849969234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=4549767519849969234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4549767519849969234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/4549767519849969234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-drem.html' title='It isn&apos;t only a dream...'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SXDZLAtMLFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B8hnRD_s92s/s72-c/Dream_by_duygukargili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-2937255759153599786</id><published>2009-01-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:51:46.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>My king's present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWelodrqYLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-O1oyI4IWXs/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378401951047858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWelodrqYLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-O1oyI4IWXs/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year my parents have gotten right my king’s present: one day in Milan. I love travel and I like Italy and the Italian people as well. This way then we -my parents, sister, brother-in-law and I- went to the Italian city last Monday, fifth of January (advanced gift). When we woke up at 3’00 o’clock to go to the airport, it was the worst I think. One of the things that I most like to do is to look outside the plane’s window and at 7’30 am I saw the dawn overflying the Alps: really wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;




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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We arrived at 8 am at Milan’s airport and there was -6º and everything covered with snow! Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWeopoQm4gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JixGecvjxXs/s1600-h/DSC00310.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381720505115138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWeopoQm4gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JixGecvjxXs/s200/DSC00310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;en we rented a car that was like an ice cube. After to defrost the big ice cube, I wore out my Woman’ Secret’s credit card. We went from Bergamo to Milan. Milan’s city is very nice and specially now, at Christmas time. Also is a very elegant city and there are a lots of haute couture shops like Versacce, Prada, Dolce and Gabana, Louis Vuitton,… I didn’t buy anything of course! Well, only socks, because I was freezing, but in one Oisho. &lt;/span&gt;






&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At midday we went to the first Italian restaurant that we found and it was very simple and a bit small but we had cool and hungry; we ate an extraordinary pizza and a delicious piece of nutella cake!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the afternoon we walked more and we came back to Bergamo, a nice little village with a lot of nice handmade shops. I would have spent more time there but we had to go to the airport at 8 pm.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWembtygpCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bwmPZrHIGdM/s1600-h/DSC00361.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379282448065570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWembtygpCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bwmPZrHIGdM/s200/DSC00361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We arrived very tired but for that the perfect end to the day we had to go to have some sandwiches to Charito’s bar in Empuriabrava, a bar where we always go to eat coming back from a party at any time.&lt;/span&gt;






&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, it was a special, different and nice king’s present.&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/3060581541305556642-2937255759153599786?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/2937255759153599786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=2937255759153599786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/2937255759153599786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/2937255759153599786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-kings-present.html' title='My king&apos;s present'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWelodrqYLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-O1oyI4IWXs/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-6976434748032682370</id><published>2009-01-08T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:48:29.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Term'/><title type='text'>To start with good food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Year brings the resolutions for the year that waits ahead and these are like the hope to overcome another year. It is an important and special day.

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This day brings us the opportunity to leave behind the problems of the 2008 and we hope that the old bad recollections and bad habits will go away. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SWehnyuhCuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8hKQo0cMOjk/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; think that the ideal thing would be that we would have the opportunity to get a new life’ style and a new way to see the world. With this John Lennon’ song, Imagine, I’ve tried to express some of my resolutions for this year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that they will become real but if not… we have to remember that we will be able to have another start with another new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 2009! :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 265px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137672078003&amp;amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's easy if you try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No hell below us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Above us only sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine all the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Living for today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine there's no countries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It isn't hard to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing to kill or die for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And no religion too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine all the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Living life in peace... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm not the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the world will be as one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine no possessions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A brotherhood of man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine all the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharing all the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm not the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the world will live as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-6976434748032682370?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/6976434748032682370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=6976434748032682370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6976434748032682370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6976434748032682370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-start-with-good-food.html' title='To start with good food'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-1896832925559591618</id><published>2008-11-28T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:48:40.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>Lion's fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday my dog fought with other dog…in general, yesterday was the day of arguments! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

We are tense, stressed, nervous,…we lack time to do things! &lt;strong&gt;One small drop can overfill the glass&lt;/strong&gt;; we make “mountains out of molehills” and we argue for this stupid thing.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Communication is one of the first things that we learn in our life; in the way that we grow up, we learn to speak and to ask about things.
But sometimes we don’t express what we really feel; we keep the bad feelings inside to avoid arguing or creating a bat atmosphere. The bad feeling grows until you explode = &lt;strong&gt;the argument&lt;/strong&gt;. The emotions aren’t reasonable; you both want to be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

To apologize is easy, to &lt;strong&gt;forget is more difficult&lt;/strong&gt;. We should remember that &lt;strong&gt;actions speak louder than words&lt;/strong&gt;.
The maximum thing that we can hope is that one day we will be lucky enough to forgive and forget.
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In a fight there is always a winner and a loser and although you were losing this fight it don’t mean that you don’t know how to roar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273760979848549378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/STApq2owVAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fx2yje_z50o/s320/DSC06677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-1896832925559591618?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/1896832925559591618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=1896832925559591618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1896832925559591618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1896832925559591618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/lions-fight.html' title='Lion&apos;s fight'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/STApq2owVAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fx2yje_z50o/s72-c/DSC06677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-7432749167876649628</id><published>2008-11-21T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:48:54.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>Think yourself lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScv0sOlD-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dDBZf2dS6ZU/s1600-h/moreno+ruiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271234471132467170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScv0sOlD-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dDBZf2dS6ZU/s200/moreno+ruiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until now I have said that have a hard life too much work, too many exams, being a teenager, arguments with parents, no free time etc, etc, etc…
But if I think about my maternal grandmother my life is sweet! Let me tell you why you should always think yourself luck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
My mother always tells me how my grandmother coped with all the problems put in her way. First of all, when she was young, her mother died and her new mother behaved my badly with her. Then she had nine children (eight sons and one daughter, my mother). One of the children died in an accident and another died at birth. My grandparents came to live in Barcelona and left all their family in Andalucía. Some years later, when my grandfather had finished building flats, for my grandparents and their children to live in, he died and my grandmother was alone and had to look after all the children (imagine eight boys!) with no money, no family… nothing!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScxsMWuqXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2YwgOomvIX8/s1600-h/DSCN5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236524161018226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScxsMWuqXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2YwgOomvIX8/s200/DSCN5095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScxsMWuqXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2YwgOomvIX8/s1600-h/DSCN5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
I said that my mother told me this story because my grandmother now doesn’t remember anything or anyone because she has Alzheimer.
&lt;strong&gt;So when you think life is hard, always remember there are other people worse off!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/3060581541305556642-7432749167876649628?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/7432749167876649628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=7432749167876649628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7432749167876649628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7432749167876649628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/think-yourself-lucky.html' title='Think yourself lucky'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScv0sOlD-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dDBZf2dS6ZU/s72-c/moreno+ruiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-1729321021257918338</id><published>2008-11-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:49:14.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...and between exam and exam already we begin to see the christmas environment in shops, houses or streets. What does it mean? So if you aren’t be stressed now you will be in a little time. I don’t understand why! Christmas holidays should be to relax, but apart from all the homework, we have to do a lot of other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;First the family meetings where everybody tells you “uoU, you have grown a lot! I remember when you were that high…” and they put their hand next to their knee. Of course every year your father tells the same anecdotes or jokes. These meetings used to be in centered around eating too much food, where everybody says “well, one day is one day…” or when your grandmother always tells you “eat more…surely you’re still hungry…you look too thin” and you, to make her happy, eat although you are ready to explode. And finally, after desserts, everybody asks for saccharin in the coffee. Of course, “to lose some kgs” is the mythical resolution for the New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;We have to start, for example, to think about all the presents; yeah, It’s fantastic to go and spend money to buy things for other people and to get worried that maybe they won’t like them... it’s a present! Surely it will be nicer than the Rudolf jumper from the grandmother: if you give a present with thought surely they will like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s1600-h/DSCN5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that the nicest thing isn’t be the present, it’s the thought, the affection and the love.
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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s1600-h/DSCN5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208234257683138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s200/DSCN5506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When these days come, we think about all of these topics but really, they are the only days that most of the family re-unite and you can see everybody happy and also you look back and remember the people that now aren’t be here and how united we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(In the picture, my best christma's present from my boyfriend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s1600-h/DSCN5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s1600-h/DSCN5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-1729321021257918338?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/1729321021257918338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=1729321021257918338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1729321021257918338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/1729321021257918338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Pre-Christmas'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SScX9gQLEsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYcgJs1P9yc/s72-c/DSCN5506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-6122631527530894286</id><published>2008-11-16T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:49:26.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>How to write a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;10 nouns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;10 verbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;A pinch of extras
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;METHOD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Write a list of 10 nouns and 10 verbs associated by a chosen subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mix the nous and the verbs together with the emotions, imagination and the pinch of extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t mess with the recipe or you will lose all the flavour!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTCOME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nouns:&lt;/strong&gt; the need, lights, caffeine, the late night, tiredness, the obsessions, the sleepless, words, the angry,the relief.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verbs:&lt;/strong&gt; feeling the stress, staying home, crying, starting again, passing, reading, waking early, writing, to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;

EXAMS
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&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The angry starting again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The tiredness of feeling the stress. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The need to study. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Waking early and the late night lights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The staying home with caffeine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The obsessions; the crying, the writing, the reading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The sleepless nights of words and nervousness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The relief of passing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE IT TRY:&lt;/strong&gt; healthy and nutritional for the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-6122631527530894286?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/6122631527530894286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=6122631527530894286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6122631527530894286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6122631527530894286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-write-poem.html' title='How to write a poem'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-7523974650770060330</id><published>2008-11-15T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:49:37.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>Sunday afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SSAFyO4PwyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kD1RrBNPoSE/s1600-h/Sessio1+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269217924569088802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SSAFyO4PwyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kD1RrBNPoSE/s200/Sessio1+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m starting to be worried, really. I’m in exam time and have been for some time, so long that I don’t remember what it was like “not to have anything to do”; it’s time to work, I know, but I miss those Sunday afternoons when I didn’t know what I could do or I spent all the afternoon sleeping or watching some boring movie on the TV.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This afternoon I was talking with my boyfriend and he was being pessimistic about himself and a little upset because he said that he was afraid of exams, selectivitat and his marks…well I understand that these are things that make us afraid but, why do we think that we won’t been able to achieve our aims? He consistently has very good marks and he’s an excellent student but in spite of it, he thinks these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SR8-ZZATNWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ezxr3s7AUM0/s1600-h/Sessio1+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It happens to a lot of people and this is the problem, we don’t have confidence in ourselves and we think that we’ll fail although we don’t have time to breathe! Look at Obama, he was always saying “yes, we can!” again and again and finally he could: now he’s the president of the USA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the student’s life: to study hard, to be afraid, to feel nervous and to hear every day your parents or grandparents saying “at your age, I…” or “If I would have your age…” Yes, that’s it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
I have hope that one day, in the future I’ll be able to lie down on my own sofa in front of my own TV and watch another boring movie one Sunday afternoon, and I’ll be able to say that It was all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-7523974650770060330?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/7523974650770060330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=7523974650770060330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7523974650770060330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7523974650770060330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-starting-to-be-worried-really.html' title='Sunday afternoons'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SSAFyO4PwyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kD1RrBNPoSE/s72-c/Sessio1+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-3457978071913101164</id><published>2008-11-07T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:49:51.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>Play it again, Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was younger and I was practicing piano at home, my grandmother used to sit down next to me and tell me the memorable sentence that Ingrid Bergman said in the film ‘Casablanca’: “play it again, Sam”. Playing in front of somebody has always scared me and she knew. At that moment, I said her that I didn’t know well play piano but she told me that I did it very well and she felt better when she heard me. I didn’t play to anybody else to alone; I remember that when she was sick and she couldn’t come from Barcelona, she asked to me to record myself playing some pieces and I did it, I recorded for her “The Lion King”, “Pocahontas” and “The Entertainer”.
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I have been playing the piano for five years and I have played alone in front a lot of people some times, I still don’t like it! I think that these are the only times that I feel really nervous: I start to tremble, my hands get sweaty and I have stomachache. It’s horrible, really! I have to drink infusions or something like that. But when I’m playing, I don’t think about anything, I let my fingers run and, before I realize, I have finished.
The song that I liked most to play was Adagio of Albinoni with Clàudia who plays the flute. I hope to play with her again some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the years I have improved with the piano though it’s difficult but I still know that I have to improve more. For me, it’s my best way to relax. Every time I play it, I think about my grandmother saying “play it again, Sam” and I feel better. =')
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: This is my last concert. Para Elisa – Bethoveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Have a nice day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 240px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385382120223&amp;amp;site=widget-1f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-3457978071913101164?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/3457978071913101164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=3457978071913101164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3457978071913101164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3457978071913101164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/play-it-again-sam.html' title='Play it again, Sam'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-7372106610993118067</id><published>2008-11-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:50:14.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>·Peter Pan's syndrome·</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SRSMqp5hsPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hPfCn8PuP2g/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265988528732483826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SRSMqp5hsPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hPfCn8PuP2g/s200/escanear0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now so often I hear my older sister say that she doesn’t want to grow up and she would like to be little all her life; she says that she wouldn’t have to go to work, pay for everything and to be responsible. Before I didn’t understand her but little by little now I do. I’ll explain: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we are little we believed in fairy stories and we dreamt about our future when a blue prince would take us to the castle, on the nicest horse, to live happy ever after... We felt nervous the night before king’s day or when a tooth was fell out, we put with illusion under the pillow for The Ratoncito Perez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But we grow up and one day we open our eyes and we see that all these fantasies Have flown away… It’s difficult to accept it! And we have the &lt;strong&gt;hope &lt;/strong&gt;that one day we will open our eyes again and the fairy stories will be true.
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we grow up and we have more responsibilities we realize that the fantasies weren’t exactly like we had dreamt: the blue prince doesn’t exist and the castle is a flat of 50 m².&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But…”living happily ever after” isn’t so important, more important is &lt;strong&gt;BEING HAPPY NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-7372106610993118067?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/7372106610993118067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=7372106610993118067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7372106610993118067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/7372106610993118067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/11/peter-pans-syndrome.html' title='·Peter Pan&apos;s syndrome·'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SRSMqp5hsPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hPfCn8PuP2g/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-3384346034392806214</id><published>2008-10-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:50:25.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>The strong woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 191px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791342074884&amp;amp;site=widget-04.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE - Lily Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When you first left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was wanting more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but you were fu**ing that girl next door&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did you do that for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When you first left me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd never been on my own that way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;just sat by myself all day&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but with a little help from my friends&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now you're calling me up on the phone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;so you can have a little wine and&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I moan it's only because you're feeling alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;it makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah it makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but then I just smile&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whenever you see me &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;you say that you want me back &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;and I tell you it dont mean jack &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;no it dont mean jack &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't stop laughing &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;no I just couldn't help myself &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;see you messed up my mental health &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was quite unwell &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so lost back then &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but with a little help from my friends &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now you're calling me up on the phone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;so you can have a little wine and&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I moan it's only because you're feeling alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At first when I see you cry
it makes me smile
yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while
but then I just smile
I go ahead and smile&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It talks about how this strong woman carries on forward after splitting up with her boyfriend. He was unfaithful hew with the girl next door and at first, she was sad, scared and she didn’t know what to say but after, with her friends help, she began again. It was at the time that he returned to get back together with her; he was asking her to return but she was answering that she wasn’t a cat… that he damaged her. She was laughing at him when he cried, she feels bad but only for a while! Then she just smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

I love this song. I like this girls and her mentality. She is strong and doesn’t want to be bad. In general women need to love only those that love them and not be trampled on. Normally, a lot of woman, when they are in this situation, start to cry and to be sad but IT ISN’T THE WAY! They have to see that they have more value than that and they don’t need somebody that doesn’t value them. The girl of this song it’s a good example to follow.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE HAVE TO SMILE, we have to smile to live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-3384346034392806214?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/3384346034392806214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=3384346034392806214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3384346034392806214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/3384346034392806214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/10/strong-woman.html' title='The strong woman!'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-8306146744157461103</id><published>2008-10-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:50:42.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>A dose of sugar...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO-eEno5hHI/AAAAAAAAACM/Tw3af3ArVrM/s1600-h/sweet_yet_sour___by_DenialqueeN13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255593092361847922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO-eEno5hHI/AAAAAAAAACM/Tw3af3ArVrM/s200/sweet_yet_sour___by_DenialqueeN13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What have sweets got to make us like them so much?
Maybe the colours, maybe the sugar… but I think that it’s because when we eat a sweet, we travel to our infancy, our sweet, easy and nice infancy. What child didn’t dream of living in the house that Hansel and Gretel find in the story? There were years when we did any thing to obtain a sweet, though it was the most ridiculous or the dirtiest or the smallest, but IT WAS A SWEET!! The sweets were turning us crazy and they still do now. They cheer us up when we are sad and they make us feel blissful when we are happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EVERYBODY LIKES SWEETS and, whoever says ‘no’, is lying!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
I confess:&lt;strong&gt; I’M A SWEET ADDICT!&lt;/strong&gt; =’P&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/3060581541305556642-8306146744157461103?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/8306146744157461103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=8306146744157461103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8306146744157461103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/8306146744157461103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/10/dose-of-sugar.html' title='A dose of sugar...!'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO-eEno5hHI/AAAAAAAAACM/Tw3af3ArVrM/s72-c/sweet_yet_sour___by_DenialqueeN13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060581541305556642.post-6567473934649298179</id><published>2008-10-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:50:56.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Term'/><title type='text'>As I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SOUF7ezuXiI/AAAAAAAAABk/-3OzHmcfhU8/s1600-h/DSCN6311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252611059837984290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SOUF7ezuXiI/AAAAAAAAABk/-3OzHmcfhU8/s320/DSCN6311.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SOUEDtZypxI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZGhWAn6447s/s1600-h/DSCN6311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I would like to introduce me a little and I think that this is a good way to open this blog, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, my name is Cèlia and I’m sixteen years old. I live with my parents and my sister Sara (and my dog and rabbit as well) in a house near the sea in Empuriabrava. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m studying first of humanistic ‘batxillerat’ in Castelló d’Empúries: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like letters more than sciences. In the future I would like to study law at university but I don’t know if I’ll go to Girona or to Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m studying music eight years ago and piano five years ago. The piano is something that I love and, for this, if I can, I’ll try to go to the school of music when I’ll go to the university.

How am I?
I can say that I’m calm and very organized: I always like to do things in the same order. Also I consider myself to be positive. The most important for me are my friends, my boyfriend, my studies and my family. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am charmed with going out at night but normally it’s very difficult.
I like play piano, to walk around the beach at dusk, to listen calm music when I’m reading or I'm doing my homework, the surprises, the coco, the number nine, to hear a storm while I’m laying down on the bed and to laugh up to crying.
I hate the discussions, not to do something that I want, the smell of salmon or sardine, the rainy days and the loneliness.
I prefer the sea than the mountain, the sweet than the salty, the summer than the winter and the night than the day.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
That’s it, I hope that I've helped you to know more about me =’) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060581541305556642-6567473934649298179?l=celiaa9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/feeds/6567473934649298179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3060581541305556642&amp;postID=6567473934649298179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6567473934649298179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060581541305556642/posts/default/6567473934649298179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celiaa9.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-i-am.html' title='As I am'/><author><name>Cèlia Garcia Moreno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853784794320516415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SO5MRzJabWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZRJIXvBLQQ/S220/DSCN5575.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okwurxe-CpM/SOUF7ezuXiI/AAAAAAAAABk/-3OzHmcfhU8/s72-c/DSCN6311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
