<?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-4924227844335263216</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:31.835-07:00</updated><category term='disseas'/><category term='song'/><category term='receipt.'/><category term='....nice'/><category term='music.'/><category term='works.'/><category term='nice day'/><category term='trip.'/><category term='barrakes'/><category term='books.'/><category term='oral presentations partners'/><title type='text'>Forever YounG__*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5881495982715156126</id><published>2009-04-30T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:14:39.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAST POST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Sfl6Ac7a4yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OhKMwBKoOjo/s1600-h/1184621864_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330425782153700130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Sfl6Ac7a4yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OhKMwBKoOjo/s400/1184621864_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is finishing... 10 more classes and we will have finished our compulsory work at high school, this is my last post in the blog, this is my last week of exams, this is my last week of seeing the same faces everyday... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do I feel? Do I feel happy because soon I will start a new and attractive life? Do I feel sad because I will leave a lot of things and people behind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of seeing it from a pessimistic point of view I'd rather see the future bright, so I don't want to feel sad of leaving people and things behind I'd rather look forward to meeting new people and getting to know new things. Apart from that, I'm sure that the people who are really close to me, my real friends, family..., will always stay close to me, and the other ones will always be a nice memory and a nice surprise if I meet them again unexpectetly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In two weeks I will no longer be a pupil of IES CASTELLÓ D'EMPÚRIES and after five weeks I will have disappeared from my teachers' lives. I know for them it's a kind of routine because they "lose" their students every year. However for me it seems a little bit more than that considering that I've spent the last six years between the same walls and faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will have the same experience than when I was 12. I can still remember now my first day of high school when everything and everybody was new, and in some days my last day of high school will be another memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD LUCK TO EVERYBODY AND SEE YOU AROUND! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5881495982715156126?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5881495982715156126/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5881495982715156126' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5881495982715156126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5881495982715156126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-is-finishing.html' title='MY LAST POST...'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Sfl6Ac7a4yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OhKMwBKoOjo/s72-c/1184621864_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-1538732118128762378</id><published>2009-04-24T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:09:54.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOMATIC EXPRESSIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SfhQjt6qUCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NpYIiWaUiC8/s1600-h/cool-cartoon-273784.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330098733544263714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SfhQjt6qUCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NpYIiWaUiC8/s400/cool-cartoon-273784.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idiomatic expressions are the spice of every language, they make it rich, colorful and expressive!!! Here you have some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A long row to hoe: is a difficult task that takes a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A picture is worth a thousand words: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A picture can often get a message across much better than the best verbal description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A pretty penny: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If something costs a pretty penny, it is very expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- About as useful as a chocolate teapot: someone or something that is of no practical use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- After your own heart: is a person that thinks the same as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mad as a cut snake: someone who is out of control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Salad days: are an especially happy period of your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end one word of warning: Be careful about using the expressions because there is always a literate meaning to it that without nowing the idiomatic meaning doesn't make any sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-1538732118128762378?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1538732118128762378/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=1538732118128762378' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1538732118128762378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1538732118128762378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-row-to-hoe-something-that-is-long.html' title='IDIOMATIC EXPRESSIONS'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SfhQjt6qUCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NpYIiWaUiC8/s72-c/cool-cartoon-273784.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8995864308275895427</id><published>2009-04-22T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:41:10.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se8QOrsmCAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/S98RP9LGJTg/s1600-h/perfectskin-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327494728636565506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se8QOrsmCAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/S98RP9LGJTg/s400/perfectskin-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day my mother told me that it was time to start taking care of myself or better said of my skin. One of her reasons was that at the age of 18 your skin needs more than just water, and she is right, until now I have only been using water and that was fine with me. Well, I had a look into my mother "beauty-case" and I found heaps of different cosmetic products: there was a cream for the day, one for the night, one for the eyes, peellings, make up... Apart from make up, and not really often, I have never used any of the above products. So here am I being eighteen and wondering what product to choose to protect my skin. Looking into fashion magazines or watching the tv they advertise ever so many facial creams which are very expensive. Are all the face creams that expensive? And do they work? I wonder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amongst my friends there are quite some who use beauty products, and there are even some who use anti-aging products, incredible isn't it? I'm sure that they know that now they don't need it but I guess they see it as a kind of prevention... But what kind of prevention is that? shouldn't you exercise, eat well and don't smoke instead of putting creams on a skin which has four or five layers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because from my point of view beauty comes from the inside and not from the outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4924227844335263216-8995864308275895427?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8995864308275895427/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8995864308275895427' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8995864308275895427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8995864308275895427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/creams.html' title='CREAMS'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se8QOrsmCAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/S98RP9LGJTg/s72-c/perfectskin-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5819836808561061998</id><published>2009-04-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:39:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING YOU WOULD NOT LIKE DOING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se9kPPbFxJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TZJjRiINtj8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327587097203557522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se9kPPbFxJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TZJjRiINtj8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I talk with my friends we talk about things that we enjoyed doing and thinks that we like doing. That made me think: is there anything I do not like doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, and looking at the topic from a more serious point of view, I will never take drugs. Even though drugs seem to be quite popular amongst young people I have decided a long time ago that I would never try drugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another, maybe funnier aspect, is that for now I would never skydive... I'm really chicken! I know we have the facilities here, but, I can't imagine throwing myself out of a plane. However sometimes when we talked about that we also say it could be quite funny so who knows I might change my mind. JiJiJiJi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking at it from a "stupid" side, and without wanting to offend anybody, I would definitly not like participating in "Big Brother - Gran Hermano" or in a show like that. How emabarassing it must be for the rest of the family to see you exposed like that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I keep thinking a little bit longer I'm sure I'd come up with some more ideas.. but I have to go to study relative clauses. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5819836808561061998?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5819836808561061998/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5819836808561061998' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5819836808561061998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5819836808561061998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-you-would-not-like-doing.html' title='SOMETHING YOU WOULD NOT LIKE DOING'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Se9kPPbFxJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TZJjRiINtj8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8953013350447952904</id><published>2009-04-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:12:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAYS AND LESBIANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SeXdNAbO-wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eXEkbsSUmAU/s1600-h/brokeback_mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905349957745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SeXdNAbO-wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eXEkbsSUmAU/s400/brokeback_mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day when we went out to have our brake time I realized that there was a group of girls between 14 and 16 who where kissing each other, which made me think about gays and lesbians relationships and the way they are integrated into society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my opion in the last couple of years our society has became more open and liberal towards gays and lesbian relationships. They don't have to hide anymore they can behave like normal couples in public doing typicall things like: kissing each other, holding hands... without beeing stared at. At least, it seems like that. And why not? they have the right to be happy just like everybody else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A big step towards liberalisation of G+L relationships was made recently when the spanish goverment introduced a new law permiting their marriages. I agree to that because love shouldn't have boundaries. The only thing I don't agree to the adoption of children by gay couples, why? because children are not a necessary outcome of love and their wellbeing should be every parents' aim. With that I don't want to say that gay couples can't take care of children, what I want to say is that our society is not open enough yet to accept that. I can see that every day at school where when taliking everybody seems to understand that but deep down inside them they still have resentements which is clearly visible in their looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The above statment is not meant to be imposing my opinion on anybody, so feel free to make comments! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-8953013350447952904?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8953013350447952904/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8953013350447952904' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8953013350447952904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8953013350447952904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/gays-and-lesbians.html' title='GAYS AND LESBIANS'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SeXdNAbO-wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eXEkbsSUmAU/s72-c/brokeback_mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7282535937899150491</id><published>2009-04-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:50:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OPINION ON GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdYUE8h_RpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w-lGVD54e4Q/s1600-h/img1898647548356a54fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320462084985538194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdYUE8h_RpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w-lGVD54e4Q/s400/img1898647548356a54fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A typical discussion nowadays is about the existence of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the one hand there is the scientific believe and on the other hand the religious one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first one defends the thesis that every small or big thing has a logical, scientific based, explanation and if we don't know the answer now, we will know it in the future. On the contrary, the religious point of view defends that there is a being better and bigger than us, who created the world and now is watching over us and who we will have to obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me this is all very black and white and as I don't like extremes I would place myself in the "grey" zone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When talking to scientist there comes a point where they don´t have any answers anymore, this is the moment when I ask myself if there is any more, if there was actually someone who created what surrounds us now and by what rules is the earth running?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't answer these questions, I can't say that God did all of these things, but neither that he didn't do it.. I only think that if someone onces installed some rules, now he can't change them. He doesn't interfere in the world, he gave us a place, and we have to live there the way we want, he doesn't mind because he has done his work. This is an argument to contradict people who try to deny God, saying that if there were a God there wouldn't be wars, pain... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However this is only my personal point of view and everybody else has to find his or her own position but please keep in mind to respect each opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was first, the egg or the chicken? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7282535937899150491?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7282535937899150491/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7282535937899150491' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7282535937899150491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7282535937899150491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-opinion-on-god.html' title='MY OPINION ON GOD'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdYUE8h_RpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w-lGVD54e4Q/s72-c/img1898647548356a54fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6295951818258446136</id><published>2009-04-01T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:56:08.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERPES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdNkIYpw0KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ebkjld9M0us/s1600-h/katie-holmes-herpes-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319705680074035362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdNkIYpw0KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ebkjld9M0us/s400/katie-holmes-herpes-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know anything about herpes, a virus, apart from my own experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I've been having three herpes in the last two weeks I think that it's a topic which I have to talk about, why? because you always said that we have to choose between topics of interest or topics that we hate, so here you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking arround me it seems that spring time is the time for the herpes to blossom on every girls lip. I wonder if it is only girls lips because I've never seen a young boy with an herpes. Maybe it's because us girls we are more receptive for that. What I want to say with that is, that the herpes usually comes out when you are under pressure, emotional stress, depressive... and boys don't feel that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Normally I have the herpes on the lip, but sometimes I have it in the nose, in the face... I don't want to imagine the next place. When I feel the first tickle on my lip I usually run into the bathroom and I put litres of alcohol on it. Occasionally it doesn't appear, but normally... it does! So I have to spend 4 or 5 days putting cream (Aciclovir), toothpaste... and more alcohol on it. Fortunatlly the herpes doesn't hurt me it just bothers me a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny that when I go to school nobody seems to notice that I have an herpes on my lip... I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing, but when I meet somebody for the fist time, that person seems to stare on my lip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only consolation that I have for myself is that I'm not the only one and that even famous people are "victims" of this virus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6295951818258446136?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6295951818258446136/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6295951818258446136' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6295951818258446136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6295951818258446136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/herpes.html' title='HERPES'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SdNkIYpw0KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ebkjld9M0us/s72-c/katie-holmes-herpes-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4041018908858335122</id><published>2009-04-01T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:56:36.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THIRD TERM, THE LAST ONE!!&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/4924227844335263216-4041018908858335122?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4041018908858335122/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4041018908858335122' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4041018908858335122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4041018908858335122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/third-term-last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8723438246992690057</id><published>2009-02-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:34:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SZwN6AzF9UI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkRAacgpo9g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304129751433475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SZwN6AzF9UI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkRAacgpo9g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Middle English word "minde" meant "memory" and is directly related to the Latin noun "mentis", from which we get mental. The word "man" is believed to be related to "mind" which originally meant something like "the thinker". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In your mind you have thought and imaginations, you create opinions and make decisions, it helps you to understand things and you store memory in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the word "mind" has many idiomatic uses. For a student the most horrible one is: "my mind went blank". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes my story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I was doing an exam which I had studied for really hard, and after reading all the questions I could'n answer anything, my mind went blank. My heartbeat went up, I started sweating, I had problems breathing... I was so nervous; things that didn't help me because every minute I remembered less things. I saw my classmates writting and working hard, and I just couldn't do anything. My teacher asked me if there was anything wrong with me, but I couldn't tell him the truth because he would probably think that I hadn't studied, so my answer was: "no, thanks, I'm fine!" the memory came back the last quarter of an hour. That was a very stressful moment, because all the memory came back and I only had fifteen minutes to write everything, you can imagine that I put in everything I remembered in a very chaotic and unorganized way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have to tell you what mark I got... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope this is not going to happen again, specially not this afternoon because I have my tdr's oral presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure that after reading this last sentence, you will ask yourself: "why is she writting something like that on the day of the presentation?" the answer is so simple, it's because I want to do some different work to distract myself, but nothing really complicated either, so I started writing my blog... but you can observe it's not working, my mind is stilly thinking about "cholesterol" and above all about "fear and nervous"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-8723438246992690057?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8723438246992690057/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8723438246992690057' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8723438246992690057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8723438246992690057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-mind.html' title='To my mind...'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SZwN6AzF9UI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkRAacgpo9g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-1792005279771485241</id><published>2009-02-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:35:04.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver at 14?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SYmbsnB2mwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mWKUI3VxZ5c/s1600-h/446231_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937627271404290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SYmbsnB2mwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mWKUI3VxZ5c/s400/446231_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now my brothers are buying their motorcycles and taking their driving lessons at the age of sixteen - that makes me think. I've never had a motorcycle because my parents explained me that it's a really dangerous thing. At first I didn't agree but now, I've changed my opinion, observing all the accidents that have happend. My brothers are more insistent than me, so finally they will get what they want, it's because of that that my father yesterday bought them a motor. However, I think that he is making a mistake. My brothers are irresponsible, not strong enough to handle the motor, and above all, are influenced by their friends. All these points are the cause for the accidents of teenagers, and I'm sure about that because I see it every day in the news or looking arround me, I see friends having accidents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm saying that because of my brothers who are sixteen yet in Spain it's legal to drive a motorcycle at the age of forteen. So imagine, what an irresponsible, weak and easily to be influencded boy at the age of 16 would be like at the age of 14. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after all he's not only a risk to himself, but to other drivers as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my opinion, the goverment, seeing the number of accidents increasing, is modifying a lot of traffic laws, such as: slow velocity, radars, speed bumbs... but they should really do something about 14 years old drivers, because this law is one of the most important cause of accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-1792005279771485241?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1792005279771485241/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=1792005279771485241' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1792005279771485241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1792005279771485241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/02/driver-at-14.html' title='Driver at 14?'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SYmbsnB2mwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mWKUI3VxZ5c/s72-c/446231_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2779265007354226188</id><published>2009-01-14T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:38:07.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to fight the crisis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SW3qiiePC8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hs5A17uitqo/s1600-h/o_crisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291143016320273346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SW3qiiePC8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hs5A17uitqo/s400/o_crisis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody is talking about the crisis right now, so why not take it up as a topic for my blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janauray is always a difficult time money-wise, with Xmas and then the sales... lol! This year it seems it's goint to be even more tricky to make the most of your money. So I was thinking what I can do to save money, and here are my personal money-saving hints and tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- I try to think twice before spend money or even wait a few days before buying something, to consider whether I really need it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- I try to avoid using credit cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- I search the internet for online discounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- I save money on music and videos with LEGAL downloads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- I never buy brands, from my point of view at our age it's better to buy cheap clothes because we changes them a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are only my personal opinions to cut down costs but any other advice is more than welcome. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-2779265007354226188?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2779265007354226188/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2779265007354226188' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2779265007354226188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2779265007354226188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/ways-to-fight-crisis.html' title='Ways to fight the crisis.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SW3qiiePC8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hs5A17uitqo/s72-c/o_crisis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7674444299029947883</id><published>2008-12-17T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:11:55.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOROSCOPE II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes the answer to last week's horoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually nothing of the things predicted has come true, but if you want to interpret "the unwelocme news" as a cold, then yes something has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you relate this to the horoscope, sure, a cold is not really welcome, but in the end it turned out not too bad because I had to stay in bed for a couple of days which gave my body time to recover, and my mind time to relax, which I really needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, in this self-experiment, I found out that if you look hard enough you find the connection between the horoscope and your life.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, even though I am gemini, the aquarius horoscope would have suited me better. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7674444299029947883?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7674444299029947883/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7674444299029947883' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7674444299029947883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7674444299029947883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/horoscope-ii.html' title='HOROSCOPE II'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2596148138552832374</id><published>2008-12-15T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:10:04.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LETTER TO FATHER CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SUkEKkYLPWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zFQLACQqIy8/s1600-h/fthr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280756617678896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SUkEKkYLPWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zFQLACQqIy8/s400/fthr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Father Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my name is Claudia, I'm 17 and I live in Spain... and as you know I want a lot of presents for Xmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure, as every year, you will be very busy, so in return for your presents, I would like to help you. My dream is to be with your in the sleigh delivering presents to everybody, but I know that the elfs will do it for me. The only way for me to help you is by explaining some Spanish Xmas tradition, which will make your work easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, you should know that you have competition, you can't go everywhere, there are families who only believe in "Los reyes Magos!" But don't worry I love both of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An other thing that you should take into account is, that nowadays there aren't so many chimenies in the cities, so you have to enter through the front door, because if not you will have a lof of problems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really important that neither you nor the reindeers, eat before the journey, why? because in each house you will find plenty of food! Chocolate, sweets... and including a paella! muahaha;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more advice from my side: the police is very strict, and I trust in you but, don't drink and drive, if you want to return safely to the north-pole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, start your journey early because it will be really difficult to find a parking in cities, like Barcelona or Madrid, full of cars. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have to put the presents under the tree or inside the stockings, well, if you find them, because every year less people put up the Xmas tree or hang up stockings, this is because the xmas traditions are losing value in the society. Normally people think of Xmas as a magic season until the children of the house grow up, then, they forget it and only think about this celebration as financial ruin, but they don't know that expensive presents are not the most important thing at Xmas-don't care about them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, after having helped you, I want to remind you of all my presents, which are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a bikini with reindeers on it, to have a bath in the snow!&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-2596148138552832374?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2596148138552832374/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2596148138552832374' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2596148138552832374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2596148138552832374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-to-father-christmas.html' title='A LETTER TO FATHER CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SUkEKkYLPWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zFQLACQqIy8/s72-c/fthr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6860684615047507354</id><published>2008-12-08T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:37:12.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOROSCOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_F-A3l0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/4pwNtnPyNsg/s1600-h/horoscope%2520signs%25202.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278154957477237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_F-A3l0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/4pwNtnPyNsg/s400/horoscope%2520signs%25202.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what I have found in a magazine, this is my horoscope for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI:" You're going through a time of great change, including your finances, and you need to pay close attention to where you invest your money. you health calls for a deep physical and emotional detoxication"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the internet... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky coincidences should brighten the afternoons, so don’t be too dismayed if you receive some unwelcome news first thing, because it is likely to be one of those peculiar weeks, where what initially goes wrong will turn out right. A little staying power and resolve will help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next week I will tell you if theses horoscopes have come true;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6860684615047507354?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6860684615047507354/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6860684615047507354' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6860684615047507354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6860684615047507354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/horoscope.html' title='HOROSCOPE'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_F-A3l0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/4pwNtnPyNsg/s72-c/horoscope%2520signs%25202.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5538275102547011570</id><published>2008-12-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:38:37.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HAVE A COLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_Df09_UBI/AAAAAAAAALg/WNVCu6R7qgU/s1600-h/cure_cold-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278152239863517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_Df09_UBI/AAAAAAAAALg/WNVCu6R7qgU/s400/cure_cold-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, with all the temperature changes a lot of people become ill, the most common disease is a cold. I think that nobody can say that he has never had a cold in his life. Buf at the time of actually having a cold, everybody is bothered by it and wants to get rid of it as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, the big question is will there ever be a cure for the common cold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Perhaps, but not yet. The big challenge that scientists are facing is the ever-changing variety of cold viruses. Researchers are looking for similarities that all such viruses share. Wichever drug company comes up with something is guaranteed to make a fortune"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, here are my household remedies for overcoming a cold:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1- drink hot milk with honey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2- when you go to bed dress warmly so that your body can sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3- get fresh air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4- have a hot bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5- eat lemon sweets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6- eat chicken soup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7- and wait until somebody will have discovered a drug. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5538275102547011570?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5538275102547011570/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5538275102547011570' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5538275102547011570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5538275102547011570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-have-cold.html' title='TO HAVE A COLD'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_Df09_UBI/AAAAAAAAALg/WNVCu6R7qgU/s72-c/cure_cold-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-9069147602191064018</id><published>2008-12-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:35:48.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NAME IS CLAUDIA</title><content type='html'>Being called Claudia, at least, 500 times a day by my parents, friends, teachers... I was wondering what "Claudia" actually means, and subsequently if my parents had choosen the right name for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's name Claudia is of latin origin, first mentioned in the 16th century, and it means "lame".&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like this meaning, and it doesn't reflect my personaly either, so, I was looking for something else, and look what I found: It is a variant of the masculine Claude, which in turn has its origin in the Roman Claudius. It comes from a Roman family name which was derived from Latin claudus meaning "Nice, Kind Hearted". This really suits my personality! muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it seems that the name Claudia has always been a very popular name as you can see in this graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278158728619550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_JZhd-5iI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z3-jZbPyA6g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of that, I haven't met a lot of Claudias yet, maybe they are in other countries. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-9069147602191064018?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/9069147602191064018/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=9069147602191064018' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/9069147602191064018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/9069147602191064018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-called-claudia-at-least-500-times.html' title='MY NAME IS CLAUDIA'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/ST_JZhd-5iI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z3-jZbPyA6g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-3648275200589863965</id><published>2008-12-01T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:58:55.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral presentations partners'/><title type='text'>oral presentation partners! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/STRB8QT4DLI/AAAAAAAAALY/qkJ1NVwoOyc/s1600-h/presentation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274913566983982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/STRB8QT4DLI/AAAAAAAAALY/qkJ1NVwoOyc/s400/presentation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I want to say that all of you have done a really good work! Congratulations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ORIOL OLIVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about humor in spanish tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He talked about different programs in all the Spanish TV; for example, he talked a little bit about “Cruz y Raya” and “Los Morancos” two programs which are showed in tv1.&lt;br /&gt;Cruz y raya: appeared in 1993, and it consisted in different short sketches. They style was sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;In TVE3, there are a lot of humor programs, but he introduces us to some of them:&lt;br /&gt;“Plats bruts”: It was his favorite series.&lt;br /&gt;“Vinagre”: From his point of view, it is the best program that nowadays are making at tv.&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about “La cosa nostra” a program of Andreu Buenafuente and “Just for laugh” which is a british program.&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about some programs of “telecinco” like: “Camera Café”, “Aida”, “Escenas de Matrimonio”… The most interesting to me is “Camera Cafe”; it consists in some characters who work in an office and in front of a coffee machine they talk and make jokes. I have never seen this program, but it seems quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t talk about “antenna3” because he said that he never sees this channel.&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about “Cuatro” and he mentioned “El hormiguero”, “Estas son las noticias”, and “Friends”. I’ve seen “El hormiguero” and “Estas son las noticias” sometimes, but I’ve never seen “Friends”. In his opinion it is a series about a life of some friends, and it’s funny because some of them are silly.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he talked about “La sexta” and particularly about “Family guy” and “Sé lo que hicisteis”. He explained us that “Family guy” is a cartoon series but, of course, not for child, it’s about a weird family, really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I have any question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are humor programs your favorite ones?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I like a lot of different kinds of programs, but humor programs are the best one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He did a good oral presentation, in spite of he didn’t speak fluently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CHAINEZ SELLUM AND FIONA MATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about sitcoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitcom is the name which is given to define a kind of comedy programs which started in the radio, but nowadays we can find sitcoms on television.&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of sitcoms far away in the history. Nowadays American sitcoms are the most succeful programs.&lt;br /&gt;They showed us the most famous sitcoms, like: “The Cosby Show”, “The Twiligh Zone”… and the most popular for us, “The prince of Bel-Air”, the story about the prince it’s about a street-teenager, the famous Will Smith, who is send to live with his uncle, a really important judge.&lt;br /&gt;They also talked about “American dad” which it’s a satirical animated comedy, from their point of view, really funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideas for my oral presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about a topic which a lot of us didn’t know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I have any question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Where do you learn to talk in English like that?&lt;br /&gt;- It’s incredible, but, watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their English is so good, and they have a lot of fluently… they did a really good oral presentation, in spite of that their topic, from my point of view, was a little bit repetitive, but I have to say that all topics of this term were repetitive because all of us, more or less, have talked about the same things, and for me, are not so interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MARINA SARQUELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about Pride and Prejudice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about three topics very related in the novel: love, reputation, and social class.&lt;br /&gt;About love, she said a really nice sentence: “true love is a force separate from society”&lt;br /&gt;The movie shows a society where reputation it’s so important, normally, more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen, in their books always shows people from very low class, some people think that she is classist, but Marina thinks that she only wants to do a funny comedy, I’m agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has done a really good oral presentation, the topic was really entertaining and I like it so much, her pronunciation also was good, from my point of view, she has done the best oral presentation in their life, I mean, I have seen a lot of marina’s orals, and I think that this is the best one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ADRIA ALFARO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He talked about “The simpson”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This series started at 1989 by Matt Groening.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about the main characters:&lt;br /&gt;- Marge and Homer are completely opposite, March is an intelligent woman and Homer is a silly boy. This is the same than Lisa and bart.&lt;br /&gt;- Maggy loves all types of guns, and she is a baby!.&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about other characters of the sitcom, and he did a good interpretation of the film, he showed us that he is always watching the tv at 2’o clock (where “The simpsons” are emitting) muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;He also showed us some curiosities about his series:&lt;br /&gt;In all the states of USA there is a town called Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;The characters of this series have four fingers in each hand, and all of they are yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideas for my oral presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain some curiosities about the topic which I talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I have any question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Do you are reflected on Bart Simpson?&lt;br /&gt;- No!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic was funny, and his vocabulary it was so good! I think that he did a good oral presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ARIADNA COMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about different kinds literary movements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She talked about :&lt;br /&gt;Neoclacissim, she explained different characteristics of this: the reason is more important than feelings, they don’t use poetry because it expresses feelings…&lt;br /&gt;Romanticism, about this literary movement she said that feelings are more important than the reason, and the idea of liberalism was present there.&lt;br /&gt;It’s completely clear that she’s a letter’s girl! Muahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She did a good oral, the content of the oral it was really complete, and the structure of the sentences were also good, I think that she worked a lot to made the oral, but the fluency and spontaneity haven’t been present in her oral presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ELISENDA LLADÓ I LAIA SALÓ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about relationship between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy: developing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They explained the characteristics of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s love. They did it between the six most important meetings between them.&lt;br /&gt;They did a good interpretation about the love of the film, and the conclusion was very good:&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth is the prejudice, and Darcy the pride.&lt;br /&gt;Sure that all of us knew this, but I have never reflected on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I have any question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Which personality you think worse, the pride, or the prejudice?&lt;br /&gt;- We think worse the personality of Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;- Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, because she doesn’t want to know Mr. Darcy only because the things that she hears about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a good oral presentation, from my point of view, Laia used better vocabulary, and the structure of her sentences were also quite better, but both were calm and made a typical topic, funny and entertaining. I also want to say, that from my point of view they did a hard work when they interpreted the film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MARINA JULIÀ AND NEUS PAGÈS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They talked about different kinds of love, particularly, love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mentioned different kinds of love and related this with couples of the Pride and Prejudice film:&lt;br /&gt;Arranged marriage: Mr. Collins and Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight: Bingley and Jane&lt;br /&gt;And the nicest love, where hate becomes hard love: Darcy and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;They also talked about “platonic love” and they put a picture of a famous boy (I don’t know his name…) really handsome, who they really love it! I’m sure that it’s true that they are “in love” with him because in one oral presentation of last year they also talked about him!&lt;br /&gt;They introduced humor in the topic with some funny sentences; when they were talking about impossible love, they said: “But don’t worry, because there are a lot of fishes in the sea”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideas for my oral presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Related the topic with the film, but also with the actually and with some famous people!&lt;br /&gt;Use funny sentences like the sentences which I said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They did a good oral presentation! I don’t know what else I can say about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ADRIÀ CARMONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about types of humor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During his oral presentation he explained us with a lot of jokes different kinds of humor.&lt;br /&gt;He metioned the verbal humor (blue humor, bull, epigram and irony) about physical humor ( Stapstick, clownint, theatres, circus…) and finally about visual humor, he put a lot of very funny pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He did a really good oral, he didn’t do vocabulary mistakes… and he talked fluently and good. The topic was funny and entertaining, but in my opinion, it was so easy, I mean that he didn’t do a difficult oral comparing with our partners!&lt;br /&gt;But in conclusion, his oral is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ALEJANDRO PEÑA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talked about “Buenafuente”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He explained to us where buenafuente works; he works in TV3 “Casa nostra”, in “Antena3” and “La sexta” he does a program: “Buenafuente”. He is the president of “La sexta”.&lt;br /&gt;He also works in the Radio, in “Cope de Reus”, and in SER. I really was estranged when he said that Buenafuente works in la cope!&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing which he said is that Buenafuente also writes books! I don’t know it neither! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He is really shy, and I think that he was so nervous, but the topic was fine and all the oral too! When he smiles all the oral and the content is better, and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MIRAM FALGÀS AND ANNA GENÍS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be a gentleman like Mr. Darcy in our days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked to us about the rules of behavior of high social class:&lt;br /&gt;· Be on time at the date, don’t be late!&lt;br /&gt;· The man has to open the door, and of course, first ladies.&lt;br /&gt;· Don’t eat with the open mouth, and don’t eat big handfuls of food&lt;br /&gt;· Don’t clean the plate with the bread …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideas for my oral presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Make a “colaish“ in the power point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have done a good oral, the topic was so funny and original, and the power point was also so funny! The only thing which I think that it wasn’t so good was the time; in my opinion their oral was a little bit shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BALDIRI GIRONELLA, BERNARDO SANTOS I IÑAKI FERNANDEZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They talked about life in 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts I’ve learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk about different aspects like, jobs, technology, clothing…&lt;br /&gt;They said that the most important thing in the 19th century was the development of the industrial revolution that began in Great Britain.&lt;br /&gt;When they talked about technology, they said that then, there wasn’t a technology in the houses as electricity, domestic devices, cars… they compare it with the film, saying that in the movie we can see that they have candles to illuminate the house, or they use horses instead of cars.&lt;br /&gt;The education was paying, so only can go to the school the rich people.&lt;br /&gt;Housing: In general the houses were big, with a lot of bedrooms. The poor people normally live in the city, and rich people in the fields, around the cities, in houses with a lot of luxury, gardens…&lt;br /&gt;They talked about food too, in the 19th century, the working class normally eat bread, butter, potatoes and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;The clothes was a aspect which was really influenced by the level of your class. It was really typical that rich men wore hats.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they put a really funny picture and showed us a funny video of “Family dad” to include humor in their oral presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you think that nowadays there aren’t difference between poor and rich people?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, there are a lot of difference but not like then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about a lot of things really interesting, but it wasn’t a worked oral.&lt;br /&gt;All of them have a good pronunciation, but Baldiri and Iñaki were talking next to Bernardo, so seemed that their English was poor, and I don’t think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-3648275200589863965?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3648275200589863965/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=3648275200589863965' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3648275200589863965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3648275200589863965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/oral-presentation-partners-d.html' title='oral presentation partners! :D'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/STRB8QT4DLI/AAAAAAAAALY/qkJ1NVwoOyc/s72-c/presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5563716419558580940</id><published>2008-11-26T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:19:26.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1azHVpydI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HmN7Ds-pnZQ/s1600-h/canvi+d%27habitaci%C3%B3.+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970572910414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1azHVpydI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HmN7Ds-pnZQ/s400/canvi+d%27habitaci%C3%B3.+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I told my parents that I wanted to change the colour of my room, they agreed, but when they found out it was going to be grey, they thought I was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that it's a strange colour for the decoration of a girl's bedroom, my father said that it's a colour for a garage or for an office. However I think it's a very stylish colour, which goes really well with all the stuff that I have in my bedroom. Above all in my opinion colours like blue, green and orange are fine when you're a child, but from a certain point of your life, you need calm, concentration... peace and quite and you can achieve this by choosing colours of understatement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you will think that I'm a little bit exagerating, but since I have had this colour I feel more comfortable in my bedroom, I can sleep better, I can study better, I don't get upset so easily... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whereas when my room was painted in blue, everything was the opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, finally, me as well as my parents, are convinced about this colour and above all my parents are really greatfull because of the changes of my behaviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PD. the picture you can see is of my old bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5563716419558580940?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5563716419558580940/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5563716419558580940' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5563716419558580940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5563716419558580940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/colours.html' title='colours'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1azHVpydI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HmN7Ds-pnZQ/s72-c/canvi+d%27habitaci%C3%B3.+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2932924299401394232</id><published>2008-11-24T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:05:13.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic surgery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1lmKyNO-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gF9FXDIZ1h4/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272982445125090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1lmKyNO-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gF9FXDIZ1h4/s400/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1iFykEvGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aRALHcYgQos/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day I read an article about a forteen year old girl in England who wanted to have bigger breast because she was suffering from her small breast, but because she is too young to have plastic surgery she asked her parents to give her the operation as a present for her next birthday. The mother agreed because she didn't want her daughter to suffer any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, imagine, a girl of fifteen is having a dangerous operation like that just because her breast are smaller than the ones of her best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who do you think is more stupid the girl or the mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though I can understand the feellings of the girl, because we all have our complexes, I'm quite shocked, above all because of the behaviour of the mother. For me she is taking the easy way out, she agrees to the operation instead of thinking about the consequences for her daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I don't absolutly disagree with people who undergo operations to be prettier as long as they are conscious enough to live with the responsability, they can do whatever they want with their body and their money, I more upset about blasphemic people who pretend to be shoked by that, but not by real problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4924227844335263216-2932924299401394232?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2932924299401394232/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2932924299401394232' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2932924299401394232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2932924299401394232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/plastic-surgery.html' title='plastic surgery!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SS1lmKyNO-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gF9FXDIZ1h4/s72-c/jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8290157253345591094</id><published>2008-11-19T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:12:38.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY REASONS FOR THINKING THAT BEING A GIRL IS BETTER THAN BEING A BOY.  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SSQejKU8-6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aym3F_yUdiE/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371053346814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SSQejKU8-6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aym3F_yUdiE/s400/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, today I feel really feminist and I want to talk about how I love being a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that being a girl is better than being a boy, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because of a lot of reasons which I'm going to explain with a little bit of humour:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly womens are more intel·ligent, above all because we really use the brain, we use it in all situations of our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boys also use it and when they do maybe the brain works well, but the problem is that they hardly use the brain; I will explain with a joke:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do men name their penises?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because they don't like the idea of having a stranger make 99% of their decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;muahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second reason is because we can wear everything we want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If we want to wear a dress, we will be so pretty, and if we want to wear jeans with a boy's sweater, we will be so sexy too! try to imagine a boy in a dress!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another reason, and the most important one, is that we are friends with girls, we belong, and we can tell our secrets and talk about all we want without any problems. On the contrary, they can't express their feellings because with their friends they only do jokes and talk about hot girls, so, this is the reason why boys always want to join us and talk about their problems to a group of girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are men like commercials?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because you cant believe a word they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can prove this by looking at carnival sessions, playbacks... where boys dress up as a girl, do they want to be like us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that in old times if somebody published something like my entree, she might have gone to the prision, but fortunatly now the things are changing,but anyway, it's a shame that people continue thinking that women are less important than men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;how can they think this with all the reasons that there are to think the opposite? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did God say after he created man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can do better than this" and he made woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-8290157253345591094?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8290157253345591094/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8290157253345591094' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8290157253345591094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8290157253345591094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-reasons-for-thinking-that-being-girl.html' title='MY REASONS FOR THINKING THAT BEING A GIRL IS BETTER THAN BEING A BOY.  :D'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SSQejKU8-6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aym3F_yUdiE/s72-c/DSC01214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5634158955962438867</id><published>2008-11-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:47:17.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrakes'/><title type='text'>barrakones!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRC9trnL5PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EyOkw9PbMYs/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916556894954738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRC9trnL5PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EyOkw9PbMYs/s400/DSC04976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been all the day in my house because I'm ill, I think that tomorrow I will go to high school, but I'm not sure! Maybe I got a cold this weekend in barrakes,but never mind, it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people went there on Thursday, but I stayed at home sleeping because I was really tired, but on Friday the party started for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the train at nine o'clock and we went to Girona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we ate in an ugly bar, and we met Nerea, do you remember her?! Our Spanish teacher, who came with us to Italia in 4th of ESO, she's so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after dinner, we went to the park of attractions and there we got on to many attractions and we spend a good time laughing a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit later we went to barrakes, where the best of the night was about to start. Like in all of these places we started to met everybody, and a lot of people who we hadn't seen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night a really wierd thing happened; all the people started to run and we tought that there were some people killing each other, but they were not! There was a girl completly naked walking there, supposedly she had drugged herself, because it seems that she wasn't from this world. When the police caught her, she didn't understand anything, it was so sad, I'm sure the next day she passed a really bad day thinking about what she had done, well, if she remembered anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as you can see barrakes this year was really complete, with some bad things, but overall with a lot of good moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5634158955962438867?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5634158955962438867/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5634158955962438867' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5634158955962438867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5634158955962438867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/barrakones.html' title='barrakones!!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRC9trnL5PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EyOkw9PbMYs/s72-c/DSC04976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6899977692552493996</id><published>2008-11-01T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:40:35.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDIEVALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRDCbHFXA3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GOw8QRkSzSo/s1600-h/DSC04694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264921735409894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRDCbHFXA3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GOw8QRkSzSo/s400/DSC04694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been seeing some pictures and I remember a lot of things, so, now I will talk to you about medievals, a really interesting party in Castelló d'Empúries.&lt;br /&gt;In the picture, you can see that we are a group of four girls, and we've been going to the medieval festival for four years. I know that, because I've been wearing four different dresses, lol. The first two years I wore some of gemma's dresses, but the third year I decided to get my own dress because I realized that I wanted to continue the tradition. So, I went to a tailor, and had a dress made personally for me. As you can see in the picture my dress is maroon, a color really fashionable then, but now really typical, everybody (above all the children) wears dresses of this color.&lt;br /&gt;The party normally starts on a Friday, arounds the 11th of september. All starts with a dinner, where we serve the food. All the village is there eating and at the same time enjoying different shows, always related to medieval times.&lt;br /&gt;The next day there are a lot of activities in all the town, the typical one is a band of medieval musicians playing the music while they're walking around the town.&lt;br /&gt;All the village is decorated with medieval items, including the bars. The bars which are really interested in the party only serve typical food of those times, so, as you can imagine we spend all day eating "pinxos i butiffares". It's a shame that in those times, chocolate didn't exist, so, we miss it a lot during these days.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the most important day, because there is the famous medieval market. One year we had a stand, and we sold little figures, witches, carrying good luck, that we had make ourselves. It was really funny and we made a lot of money, and thanks to it we could afford a really good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: have a look at the top of my blog where there is another funny picture from Medievals :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6899977692552493996?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6899977692552493996/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6899977692552493996' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6899977692552493996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6899977692552493996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/medievals.html' title='MEDIEVALS'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRDCbHFXA3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GOw8QRkSzSo/s72-c/DSC04694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4303078281511363904</id><published>2008-10-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:22:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRrl_V_EMCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sC2lf3m9qvg/s1600-h/productimg1203344247105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267775590559395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRrl_V_EMCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sC2lf3m9qvg/s400/productimg1203344247105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the entry of a dictionary. Shoe: an external covering for the human foot, usually of leather and consisting of a more or less stiff or heavy sole and a lighter upper part ending a short distance above, at, or below the ankle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to me, it is much more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking any women about her favourite item of clothes, for sure, you will get the answer: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The earliest known shoes date from about 8000 to 7000 BCE and were found in Oregon, USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the mid-20th Century, manufacturers have created shoes in rubber, plastics... to create new styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are different kinds of shoes, confortable ones, sporty ones, elgant ones, fashionable ones... and I love each and every one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I have never met any women who wouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have shoes for every occasion and every style, of course, every body has a different taste. From my point of view the nicest ones are the fashionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, the fashion shows shoes with really high heels, and I'm in love with them, but I can't wear them because I'm so tall. Anyway, I have some pairs but I can only wear them on special occasions, to go to school, I prefer flat ones, which I like less, but well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that next year this will change! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-4303078281511363904?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4303078281511363904/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4303078281511363904' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4303078281511363904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4303078281511363904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoes.html' title='SHOES!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SRrl_V_EMCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sC2lf3m9qvg/s72-c/productimg1203344247105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4764100102148924992</id><published>2008-10-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:22:47.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SPt896dFY4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jFRpI8LAMKM/s1600-h/1184621864_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258934392990294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SPt896dFY4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jFRpI8LAMKM/s400/1184621864_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I start my second blog talking about second of high school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to talk about shoes but I'll do it next time because I think that this isn't a topic to introduce a blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On one hand this year it will be so hard, we are at the begining and I'm stressed! (lol...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The exams go on and on, meaning that every week we have exams so we can't stop, but on the other hand we should enjoy our time a lot because this is our last year at high school, so, this is our last year with best friends, our last year, if we'll go to study to BCN, living every day with our parents, our last year with the theachers of "all the life"... you know, it's a big change, and I'm sure that it will be really funny but at the same time, maybe, a little bit difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I have explained a lot of times I want to do medicine, it's my dream, so I'll fight to become a good doctor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you imagine in a few years find me in one hospital? it will be incredible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I talked with a lot of people who said that the second of batxillerat was the worst year of their lifes, so when I started I was really afraid, but now I see that it's the same than every year...except that I spend all the afternoons in the library! lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about the library I have to say that it is a really good place to study, I go there with my friends and we work a lot but we are in company so it's a little bit different than studing alone in your home, isn't it?... but there is a problem: the library opens at 4 o'clock and closes at 8'o clock so there isn't much time, and the worst thing is that on Saturday afternoons it's closed, and for example, next week I'll have a lot of exams, and tomorrow (you have to know that today is friday) I want to go to the library, but it will be imposible! .. so I'm sure that in my house I won't study! lol! it's impossible to do anything if you see all the people watching TV, or going out, sleeping.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I have to say goodbye because I have to... guess what... study phisics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-4764100102148924992?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4764100102148924992/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4764100102148924992' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4764100102148924992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4764100102148924992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-year.html' title='this year...'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SPt896dFY4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jFRpI8LAMKM/s72-c/1184621864_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8439085681949565607</id><published>2008-10-03T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:06:59.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCIENCE HIGH LEVEL STUDIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&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/4924227844335263216-8439085681949565607?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8439085681949565607/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8439085681949565607' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8439085681949565607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8439085681949565607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/10/science-high-level-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6674075881418410718</id><published>2008-06-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:11:52.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SElTrBBF2KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bthqlyNb70w/s1600-h/gafa_estudiar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786442503182498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SElTrBBF2KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bthqlyNb70w/s400/gafa_estudiar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we are at the end of the school year, and like every year we are really tired and fed up with homework, exams and… blogs!&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it’s always the same: we, and also teachers, are going crazy, we don’t want to learn anymore, and they don’t want to teach us. Nevertheless we have to put up with an exam every day, and of course, the results aren’t the best under those circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;What circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s so easy to guess, the sun, the beach, our social life, tourists arriving and bringing with them the atmosphere of holliday…&lt;br /&gt;Despite seeing them walking on the beach with an ice-cream, we are pretty stressed ourselves studying really hard to get a good mark.&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s very important to have a high mark from A-level “Batxillerat”, around a nine, because I want to study medicine, and the average is and 8.5. So if I think about the university entrance test “selectivitat”, where my mark might go down by 0,5 points, I have to enter with the highest mark possible, which means I have to study a lot, never mind if it’s the end of the school year or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6674075881418410718?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6674075881418410718/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6674075881418410718' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6674075881418410718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6674075881418410718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-school.html' title='END OF SCHOOL.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SElTrBBF2KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bthqlyNb70w/s72-c/gafa_estudiar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6415511343964176176</id><published>2008-05-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:18:50.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbgT0CEAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-IYMQJB-5nQ/s1600-h/10JUNYPLATJACUMPLETETA(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203593050462618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbgT0CEAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-IYMQJB-5nQ/s400/10JUNYPLATJACUMPLETETA(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you asked me what kind of holiday I prefer, if the beach or the mountain, I would say both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one hand, in the winter I love skiing, it's a family tradition that we go every January for one week to Masella, a Catalan piste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been skiing since I was 7 years old, and I will continue until I have an accident, so keep fingers crossed that nothing is going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I love the beach when summer comes. When I was little, as you know, I lived in Barcelona, and we used to come every summer to Llança, my favourite costal town. Since then, we were so lucky to have moved to Empuriabrava and now I have the beach right in front of my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In hot summer nights my friends and I enjoy walking along the beach, and on summer days we spend a good time lying in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6415511343964176176?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6415511343964176176/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6415511343964176176' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6415511343964176176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6415511343964176176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbgT0CEAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-IYMQJB-5nQ/s72-c/10JUNYPLATJACUMPLETETA(16).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-3571398460905081331</id><published>2008-05-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:32:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Tro came to our family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbjFECEAcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z2bDnOoeX1I/s1600-h/dogas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203596095594430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbjFECEAcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z2bDnOoeX1I/s400/dogas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day when I was little, my brothers and me were selling fruits and bracelets, like a child's game, and one young man came to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In his hand he had a really small and white dog, and of course, we asked him about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He told us that he was looking for a new owner for the dog, and that if he couldn't find one, he would have to kill it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We quickly went to ask our parents for permission, that was really difficult because we knew that our parents never wanted a dog, but because of the dramatic situation they said yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were really happy and to keep him we promised a lot of things which never have come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We named the dog tro, and for seven years, he has been a member of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-3571398460905081331?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3571398460905081331/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=3571398460905081331' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3571398460905081331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3571398460905081331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-tro-came-to-our-family.html' title='How Tro came to our family.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbjFECEAcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z2bDnOoeX1I/s72-c/dogas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4483946987617218205</id><published>2008-05-16T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:46:41.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU BEING JUDGED BY THE CLOTHES YOU WEAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2sWqpzfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h987iWlGQA8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002650089520418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2sWqpzfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h987iWlGQA8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowadays a way to express you ideology is by clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day I read an article about a fight at one school, the fight was about a girl who was not wearing "the right clothes", by the opinion of her class mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but, my question is, what are the right clothes? And, are we really judged by the clothes we wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that ideology has became uniformity, maybe because of the globalization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when a teenager dresses diferently then his/her class mates she automatically becames an outsider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is really sad because it shows how materialistic people have become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At high school, for example, you can distinct a lot of different groups by the clothes they wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, there are the skinheads, who have shaved heads and iron boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there also are the "gothics" who only wear black clothes, and in extrem situations black make-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there exists the "posh group" who is dressed in brand clothes, and others... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't get on very well due to their physical aparence, but maybe if they met each other they would find out that they aren't much different at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never judge a book by the cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-4483946987617218205?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4483946987617218205/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4483946987617218205' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4483946987617218205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4483946987617218205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-being-judged-by-clothes-you.html' title='ARE YOU BEING JUDGED BY THE CLOTHES YOU WEAR?'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2sWqpzfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h987iWlGQA8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6265643837986054356</id><published>2008-05-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:06:00.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to Gemma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2nH6pzfRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOeODpolFuw/s1600-h/sessio+19+maig++2008+(142).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200996899128311058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2nH6pzfRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOeODpolFuw/s400/sessio+19+maig++2008+(142).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I want to talk about a really good friend of mine, who has a rather funny but a little bit weird hobby, taking photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her name is Gemma, she is as old as me and all her life she has been interested in art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When she was little she started to attract attention with her paintings. Later, we were really amazed by the decoration of her bedroom, which was quite freaky. When she grew older, she turned to photography, and fortunatly we are her models. We are: Anna, Marina and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some days a year Gemmas organizes a photo shooting in different locations but the landscape she loves most is the forest and the beach, so the last session took place exactly there. First we started in a forest near Castelló and later we moved to the beach in Empuriabrava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all met at nine o'clock and we finished five hours and seven hundred pictures later, at two o'clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was fantastic because she gave us a lot of stylish clothes which she wanted to take pictures of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to do a lot of different movements and take up a lot of different positions, I have to say that at the end of the day I was really tired from smiling, moving, smiling, moving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our make-up was really special too, with a lot of colors to bring out our personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have mentioned seven hundred pictures, but after a carefull selection she only accepted the best two hundred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very much impressed by the pictures ourselves, but I have noticed that there are some people who think that this is a crazy and stupid thing to do, who are prejudiced and don't see the art behind the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;judge for yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6265643837986054356?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6265643837986054356/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6265643837986054356' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6265643837986054356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6265643837986054356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/homage-to-gemma.html' title='Homage to Gemma.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2nH6pzfRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOeODpolFuw/s72-c/sessio+19+maig++2008+(142).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4573871484618518803</id><published>2008-05-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:03:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING READY FOR SUMMER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2vyqpzfTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t1xE-3S4V08/s1600-h/fja%C3%B1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201006429660740914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2vyqpzfTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t1xE-3S4V08/s400/fja%C3%B1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every year it's the same, summer is just arround the corner and we go crazy to get our body in bikini shape, so what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you could stopp eating, but I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you could go jogging every morning before going to school, but I hate it even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you could consider plastic surgery, no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, the only thing I can do is do sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some weeks ago Gemma and me, we inscribed in the Gym of Empuriabrava, and we go there three days a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we take spinning classes, go to the pool, do some weights...and all of this things but we don't work out really hard, we are a little bit floppy and still want to enjoy ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of times we don't feel like going, but hey! for sixty euros a month of MY money I simply have to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion it's really expensive but there aren't any other gyms arround here, so this is the only solution to get in shape for summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but I have to finish now because Gemma is coming to pick me up for our next sweating session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-4573871484618518803?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4573871484618518803/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4573871484618518803' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4573871484618518803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4573871484618518803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-ready-for-summer.html' title='GETTING READY FOR SUMMER.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SC2vyqpzfTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t1xE-3S4V08/s72-c/fja%C3%B1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2508587231250181095</id><published>2008-05-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:10:17.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Donalds, - alternative food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbcjECEAaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uBXxaG9JZuA/s1600-h/j%C3%B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203588914409111970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbcjECEAaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uBXxaG9JZuA/s400/j%C3%B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every day there are more and more people who eat fast food because they don't have any time to prepare their meals... and for my point of view this is a really bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Statistics show that every day Mc Donalds, the paradise for some little children, is becoming more popular, seen in the number of Mc Donalds restaurants inaugurating year by year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But are those "restaurants" really an alternative to healthy food, even though they offer "fresh" products? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The well-known documentary "Super size me" showed a man in a self-experiment. For one month he ate only Mc Donalds products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the time, he was under medical control and the results of the tests were really shocking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The data taken from his kidneys was as bad as the data of an alcoholic after twenty years of drinking, so, as you can imagine, he was really ill, he was in real danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my opinion if a person likes fast food, he should find the right balance between his health and his pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-2508587231250181095?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2508587231250181095/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2508587231250181095' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2508587231250181095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2508587231250181095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Mc Donalds, - alternative food?'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SDbcjECEAaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uBXxaG9JZuA/s72-c/j%C3%B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7811826788967773323</id><published>2008-05-04T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:42:57.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB38rt02M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NjU7Tm6qGss/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196587373021246450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB38rt02M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NjU7Tm6qGss/s400/london.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer I went to London for two weeks, my intention was to learn English but it was really difficult because I met a lot of people from Spain, and not so many people from there so, I couldn’t learn the language but I spent a lot of good moments.&lt;br /&gt;Every day we got up at 8 o’clock in the morning, we had breakfast, maybe you think that we ate the typical English breakfast: bacon and eggs, chips… but this isn’t true, nowadays the people in London during the week normally have coffee with toasts, milk with cereals….-they call it continental breakfast-.&lt;br /&gt;At 9 o’clock we took the bus to school, we had class until half past one, and after that we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon we visited lots of amazing places in London, like The Big-Ben, the London eye, Harrods...&lt;br /&gt;The nicest thing that happened there was that I met a really nice person who now is a very good friend, Marta.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I met a lot of people and all of them were really kind and good, but with her it was different, she is the only person I'm still in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, for example, we went to Barcelona together and we spent a really good day walking on the street, with the sun in our faces, it was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7811826788967773323?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7811826788967773323/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7811826788967773323' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7811826788967773323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7811826788967773323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/london.html' title='LONDON.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB38rt02M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NjU7Tm6qGss/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8707680695228034878</id><published>2008-04-30T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:53:24.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>there Delilah.</title><content type='html'>there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a thousand miles away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Square can’t shine as bright as you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry about the distance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m right there if you get lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it’s my disguise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl some day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay the bills with this guitar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got so much left to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d write it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you’d fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they’ve got planes and trains and cars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d walk to you if I had no other way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that none of them have felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That by the time that we get through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah you be good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t you miss me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you’ll be done with school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one’s for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I really love this song, I'm always listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion it's very nice, it's one of the most popular tunes right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It talks about a couple who is in love but they live really far, so sometimes they feel sad because they want to be together. But the boy, who is really positive, says to the girl that one day when she'll have finished school they can make their dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;The singer writes this song to his girlfriend who has remained at college while he is travelling at the beginning of his singing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Delilah, is a pretty strange name wich I like a lot, I think it's original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-8707680695228034878?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8707680695228034878/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8707680695228034878' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8707680695228034878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8707680695228034878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-delilah-hey-there-delilah-whats.html' title='there Delilah.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-3786995942738314611</id><published>2008-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:37:31.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SANT JORDI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB4AoN02NAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gs285CJNnPA/s1600-h/snt+jordi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591710938215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB4AoN02NAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gs285CJNnPA/s400/snt+jordi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sant Jordi is a traditional celebration in Catalonia on 23 of April.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day of love.&lt;br /&gt;The main &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;event is the exchange of gifts between sweethearts, loved ones and respected ones. Historically, men gave women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and women gave men a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to celebrate the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Roses have been associated with this day since medieval times, but the giving of books is a more recent tradition, and more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day of Sant Jordi, some four million roses and 400,000 books would have been sold in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my opinion this is a really nice tradition which everybody should celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to celebrate this day in high school we have done some different activities, for example, I have done a cooking activity and I've made two cakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow I'll put the recipe in the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a minour thing I hadn’t known before which I want to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;This is the only day of the year when the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Palau de la Generalitat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Barcelona's principal&lt;/span&gt; government building, is open to the public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-3786995942738314611?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3786995942738314611/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=3786995942738314611' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3786995942738314611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3786995942738314611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/sant-jordi.html' title='SANT JORDI.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/SB4AoN02NAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gs285CJNnPA/s72-c/snt+jordi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2932137363404139824</id><published>2008-03-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:06:59.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R91TpDGmVaI/AAAAAAAAADw/g4cdoflmO7w/s1600-h/disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387111218664866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R91TpDGmVaI/AAAAAAAAADw/g4cdoflmO7w/s400/disco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I must do my last post and I want to talk about last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday there were a letter dinner, I mean that the people that study letters in the school, class B, have a dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marina, one of my best friends, and I, we went to have a dinner to another place because we don't study with those people, but after we when to their party! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of people went to Fata, one disco in Sant Pere Pescador, a town near of Castelló d'Empúries, and there we passed a really good moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fantastic because we were a lot of people from the high school there, so I knew more or less everybody and I could dance, talk... with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one hand, the night was fantastic because there were a lot of animation in the disco, and everybody were so happy, but on the other hand the music were so bad, so sometimes we didn't know what we could do because dancig were imposible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, in summary was a good party, and a good started for the easter-weeck. :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-2932137363404139824?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2932137363404139824/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2932137363404139824' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2932137363404139824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2932137363404139824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-night.html' title='good night.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R91TpDGmVaI/AAAAAAAAADw/g4cdoflmO7w/s72-c/disco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8110499865973496463</id><published>2008-03-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:11:12.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACHISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R9vnCDGmVYI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ze7cz_4wnmw/s1600-h/machismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177986218971256194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R9vnCDGmVYI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ze7cz_4wnmw/s400/machismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Many years ago men were considered better than women. People thought that they were more clever, stronger... and all of these things, but luckily for us, nowadays a lot of people understand that this isn't true. Women can do the same things as men. Of course, in general men are stronger than women, but this isn't the most important characteristic in the world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;there are a lot of characteristics which ara really more importants like intel·ligence, empathy, kindness, a social conscience, loyalty... which are shered between girls and boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm not saying that we are better, I'm only saying that we aren't losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's a shame that some people still think that men are better, and they devalue us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;These people aren't only boys, there are also some girls who have this opinion about themselfs and they are always submissive to their boyfriends, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;These women are always doing things to make them husbands happy. They don't live their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I think that this acctitude are really old fashion and I'm not agree with this.&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/4924227844335263216-8110499865973496463?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8110499865973496463/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8110499865973496463' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8110499865973496463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8110499865973496463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/machismo.html' title='MACHISMO'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R9vnCDGmVYI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ze7cz_4wnmw/s72-c/machismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6790947496837102900</id><published>2008-03-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:50:30.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receipt.'/><title type='text'>the perfect pancake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R91PnjGmVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/nUs7AWfre4U/s1600-h/pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178382687402349970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R91PnjGmVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/nUs7AWfre4U/s400/pancake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are a type of flatbread prepared from a sweet batter which is cooked in a frying pan. There are a lof of different types of pancakes, it depends on the place where you eate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want prepeare one pancake in your house it’s really easy, you only must buy some ingredients and cook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it depends on the people, but more or less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· some milk&lt;br /&gt;· some vainilla&lt;br /&gt;· some butter or vegetable oil (I recommend to you, to use the vegetable oil because it’s much healthier)&lt;br /&gt;· some sugar&lt;br /&gt;· some salt&lt;br /&gt;· large eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First you must beat the eggs, the milk and the vanilla until foamy. You need more or less 3 minutes for obtain a good mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now you have to add the butter or the oil and continue mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now you can add all the others ingredients in the mixt, and it’s so important that you continue mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now it’s necessary that you let the batter relax, the mixture will thicken upon resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You must butter and head up the frying pan, and now you can drop some cups of the batter inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now you only need to wait until the batter become golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S READY FOR EAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6790947496837102900?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8332655653750420922/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8332655653750420922' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8332655653750420922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8332655653750420922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-oral-presentation.html' title='our oral presentation!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-1032340864326569709</id><published>2008-03-05T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:05:01.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books.'/><title type='text'>"LAS CHICAS DE ALAMBRE" - by Jordi Sierra and Fabra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gxUghzXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T8j_rb0lhH4/s1600-h/Chicasdealambre450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174320159818632562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gxUghzXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T8j_rb0lhH4/s200/Chicasdealambre450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeck I was ill so I had a lot of free time and I could read a really good spanish book, “Las chicas de alambre” written by Jordi Sierra and Fabra&lt;br /&gt;Know I will explain to you the argument of the book .&lt;br /&gt;One journalist, Joan Boix, works in a really important magazine from Barcelona, “Zonas interiores”, they send to him to do an article about three models really importants ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;They were really populars by their extrem thinness, and because they were so pretty, but their beautiful moment died at the same time than died two of them because anorexy, the last one, Vania, desapeared.&lt;br /&gt;Joan, started his work with a lot of enfasy, like all that he does; he looked for a lot of people who were relacionated with the girls, he called their families... but nobody knew nothing about his more important objective, Vania.&lt;br /&gt;One day, when the lucky was with him, he met one woman who looked after Vania when she was a child.&lt;br /&gt;This woman, Samantha, said to him that Vania was dead but he didn’t believe her and he continued his work since one day when he found her in a house. She explained to him that she was hide a lot of time because she didn’t want to return to fashion world wich try to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;After spend some days with the fashion model, he returns to Barceola, his city, and writes the famous article.&lt;br /&gt;The writter doesn’t reveal us the end of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t say if Joan writes the truth about Vania or if he kept silence.&lt;br /&gt;We have to imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-1032340864326569709?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1032340864326569709/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=1032340864326569709' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1032340864326569709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1032340864326569709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/las-chicas-de-alambre-by-jordi-sierra.html' title='&quot;LAS CHICAS DE ALAMBRE&quot; - by Jordi Sierra and Fabra.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gxUghzXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T8j_rb0lhH4/s72-c/Chicasdealambre450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5903333729815694276</id><published>2008-03-05T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:56:35.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disseas'/><title type='text'>ANOREXY AND BULIMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87erkghzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/uNcA3jbzuww/s1600-h/o_abkontakt-anorexia-gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174317862011129154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87erkghzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/uNcA3jbzuww/s200/o_abkontakt-anorexia-gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, today I want to talk about Anorexy and bulimy, because, in my opinion, it is a really interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anorexy: People suffering from anorexy, don’t want to mantein their normal weight because they are affraid of being fat and becoming obese.&lt;br /&gt;They are always worried about their body, sometimes they submit themselves to very restricted diets which modify their character and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this deasy are:&lt;br /&gt;they don’t want to keep they weight.&lt;br /&gt;They start eating less and less.&lt;br /&gt;They can’t concentrate in their work.&lt;br /&gt;If they are girls, sometimes they lose their menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;People feel cold, less the hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really typical to think that only the girls can’t have this type of illnes, but this is not true, nowadays there are some boys who also are really worried about their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulimy: People who suffering this illness eat excesively and after they vomitate or use laxatives and diuretics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of bulimy are:&lt;br /&gt;eating without control.&lt;br /&gt;Feelling that it’s impossible to stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;Fasting to compensate for previous over eating.&lt;br /&gt;Inducing vomits that are denied.&lt;br /&gt;Abusing of laxatives and diuretics.&lt;br /&gt;Problems with teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Changes of humor and depressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some treatments for those dangerous illness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best treatment is a group therapy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really important to talkt about the problem, they muste reconize that they aren’t fine.&lt;br /&gt;The more important is adquiring the right eatingattitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people thing that this disseas aren’t so dangerous, but this is really false, because in extreme cases the boy or gilr who suffers it, can die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5903333729815694276?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5903333729815694276/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5903333729815694276' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5903333729815694276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5903333729815694276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/anorexy-and-bulimy.html' title='ANOREXY AND BULIMY'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87erkghzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/uNcA3jbzuww/s72-c/o_abkontakt-anorexia-gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7379620796769487490</id><published>2008-02-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:02:49.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disseas'/><title type='text'>Cholesterol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gL0ghzWI/AAAAAAAAACw/liJ_rCuZzGA/s1600-h/dietas-colesterol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174319515573538146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gL0ghzWI/AAAAAAAAACw/liJ_rCuZzGA/s200/dietas-colesterol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I said yesterday I am going to talk about the cholesterol:&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol is a lipid found in the cell membranes of all tissues, and it is transported in the blood of all animals.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the cholesterol in the body is synthesized by the body and some has dietary origin.&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol is insoluble in blood, but is transported in the circulatory system to differents &lt;a title="Lipoprotein" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lipoprotein"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lipoprotein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LDL)&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Low-density lipoprotein" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low-density_lipoprotein"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;low-density lipoprotein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HDL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="High-density lipoprotein" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-density_lipoprotein"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;high-density lipoprotein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carry cholesterol from and to the liver, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;In some occasion the cholesterol gets hooked up in the walls of the veins, and obstructs them, the blood cannot &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;circulate and produce different diseases of heart.&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand the lipoprotein, HDL, is termed “bad cholesterol” because contributes in this process, on the other hand, LDL is termed “good cholesterol” because offer a degree of protection.&lt;br /&gt;Abnormally high cholesterol levels (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hypercholesterolemia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypercholesterolemia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hypercholesterolemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) and abnormal proportions of LDL and HDL are associated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cardiovascular disease" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiovascular_disease"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cardiovascular disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem can be resolved with exercise, a healthy diet, and sometimes medication.&lt;br /&gt;So, you know, it’s really important take care of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7379620796769487490?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7379620796769487490/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7379620796769487490' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7379620796769487490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7379620796769487490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/02/cholesterol.html' title='Cholesterol!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87gL0ghzWI/AAAAAAAAACw/liJ_rCuZzGA/s72-c/dietas-colesterol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-914853987265102005</id><published>2008-02-02T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:59:16.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works.'/><title type='text'>TDR    (hard work!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87fbUghzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/y0v-7xZR0kE/s1600-h/estudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174318682349882706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87fbUghzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/y0v-7xZR0kE/s200/estudio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello today I want to talk about tdr (treball de recerca) I can’t translate this “sentence” because it’s one work that only do catalan people, so in England there isn’t any word to call this work.&lt;br /&gt;This is a really long work that catalan students, who are 16 or 17 years old must do during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a really important work because if you fail this you can’t go to the university, I think that if you work hard you can have a good mark and it’s really difficult to have a failed.&lt;br /&gt;We can choose the topic that we want and then we have to look for a lot of information about this, after we must to write approximately hundred pages.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago we chose the topic and I have chosen the cholesterol and the cardiovascular diseases.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is a really interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;Some people of my family have problems with the heart, so I’m really interesting of study this type of illness.Next day I’ll talk to you about the cholesterol and his consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-914853987265102005?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/914853987265102005/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=914853987265102005' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/914853987265102005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/914853987265102005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/02/tdr-hard-work.html' title='TDR    (hard work!)'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87fbUghzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/y0v-7xZR0kE/s72-c/estudio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-974818947068763066</id><published>2008-01-15T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:02:47.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip.'/><title type='text'>Madrid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87uR0ghzZI/AAAAAAAAADI/6N3NYleGpxM/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174335011815542162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87uR0ghzZI/AAAAAAAAADI/6N3NYleGpxM/s400/DSC02497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87tMEghzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/CTfZV5Oly_Q/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madrid a really nice city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this xmas I went to Madrid with my family for a week, it was a really nice trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did a lot of things, we went to visit a lot of cultural places like Prado museum, Thyssen Museum, "La puerta del sol"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that it's a incredible city, wherever you walk you can observe a lot of wonderful monuments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father loves food, so we also went to a lof of famous restaurants of Madrid like "Casa Lucio" and we enjoyed very much eating a lot of different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days later I couldn't tie my trousers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I and my mother were alone because my brothers and my father were in The Bernabeu to saw a football match, so we went throw the streets of Madrid floods of people and shops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a nice day, always it's grateful to be a day without men. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day we went with the "ave" to Segovia, a really nice place with an incredible monument, "el aquaducto de segovia" we passed a really good time there but the weather was so bad so we had to return really early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing that I did in Madrid is went to the theater, we went to saw a really nice play, "Hoy no me puedo levantar" it was brilliant, it was a very good experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed very much these four hours and I think that my family too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, I spent a few good moments with my family in Madrid during the Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-974818947068763066?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/974818947068763066/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=974818947068763066' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/974818947068763066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/974818947068763066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/madrid.html' title='Madrid.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87uR0ghzZI/AAAAAAAAADI/6N3NYleGpxM/s72-c/DSC02497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7537020332298837083</id><published>2008-01-10T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:09:33.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music.'/><title type='text'>Britney Spears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87dtkghzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/ls8h0HS1rvY/s1600-h/britney-spears-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174316796859239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87dtkghzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/ls8h0HS1rvY/s200/britney-spears-tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to talk about Britney Spears, a really famous singer who I hate but when I was a child I love her.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really wierd how the life can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a pop singuer. She was born in kentwood, louisiana in 1981.&lt;br /&gt;When she was little she sang in the musicals of the village, and every day she did a new songs.&lt;br /&gt;When she was eight, she estudied in Performing art school, in New York.&lt;br /&gt;Her first CD, was “Baby one more time” she had a lot of exit whit him.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays she has three cd’s, “Baby One More Time, Oops...i did it again and Britney”&lt;br /&gt;She loves pop music, and her favourites singers are: Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey y Whitney Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Her life is sing. Her public, normally are young people but sometimes old people goes to her concerts too.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a super star in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Her mum’s name is: Lynne Spears, and her father’s name is: Jamie Spears. She talks a lot about their, and she says: “there are, fantastics.”&lt;br /&gt;So, we can imagine that she loves their a lot, and I think, that she is so kind with all of her family, including their daughter but, the reputation has been raised to the head like a lot of famous people.&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago, she does a film, “crossroad”. The achtors were: Britney Spears, Anson Mount, Zoe Saldana, Taryn Manning, Dan Aykroyd.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen this movie, but I think that it isn’t so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lof of people say that she is really pretty. She has a blond and long hair, she is very thin... but I don’t like her, maybe I’m strange but I prefer the girls with brown hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must put a song of her after her biografy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby One More Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was I supposed to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That something wasn't right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you're out of sight, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me how want it to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me baby 'cause I need to know now, oh because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My loneliness is killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must confess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm not with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lose my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit me baby one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh baby, babyThe reason I breathe is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy you got me blinded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh pretty baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the way I planned it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me how you want it to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me baby 'cause I need to know, oh because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you know I still believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give me a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit me baby one more time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7537020332298837083?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7537020332298837083/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7537020332298837083' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7537020332298837083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7537020332298837083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2008/03/britney-spears.html' title='Britney Spears.'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R87dtkghzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/ls8h0HS1rvY/s72-c/britney-spears-tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6145500521745054298</id><published>2007-12-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:39:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we were a children... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Ro-OloKGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fVeOgtqb2tY/s1600-R/guaposs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139848493013674082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Ro-OloKGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NlnAub5tPzU/s320/guaposs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember when we were a children?&lt;br /&gt;Your world was disminishing to laugh and be well with your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;In our childhood, the problems were, for example, don’t arrive the last in one rase, or have the best pen in the class, or the best ball, and of curse, if you are one girl, have the longest hair.&lt;br /&gt;And the more important decisions were choosen by the typical nice song, “pito pito colorito..”&lt;br /&gt;When we had a exursion outing, to Figueres for example, by bus, you were so moved, and now, we are waiting for go to Canarias or Madrid and return with sheep. It’s so wierd this sensation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can solve all of your troubles with one scream “return to start”.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst punishment were write a hundred times, “I will never do..”&lt;br /&gt;And, you were rich, if you can buy three or four lollipops..&lt;br /&gt;All of this things have changed very much.&lt;br /&gt;For example, before, you arrived at nine o’clock at the school and you do a single filo, and you were so angry if the teacher this day didn’t want that you talk with your partner, or didn’t want that you sing.&lt;br /&gt;But althought all of this, always you went to the school with a simile on your face, because you were thinking about the break time, or the lunch time..&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you go to the school, at EIGHT O'CLOCK, you only can see unhappy and stressed faces,waiting the teacher in front of the class. And if your class have an exam, isn’t so wierd see people craying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, can you remember when you thought “ooohhh.. today I can't see my favourite cartoons because I have a lot of homework.”? And the homework was read one page, or do some maths problems.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we have for homework read one page, I think that I’ll make a party. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another important difference between primary school and high school are the marks. At school the teachers usually didn’t tell you the mark of the exams,; they just said: “good, really good, you have to improve, bad..” but we prefered the number mark, because we would like to know who is the best of the class and if you have a really good mark, is more interesting have a ten than a very good, or not?&lt;br /&gt;But now..it’s true that sometimes, if you have a reaaaally bad mark, like a 3, you wish return with the puntuation of the school. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, It's nice remember this things.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6145500521745054298?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6145500521745054298/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6145500521745054298' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6145500521745054298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6145500521745054298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-we-were-children.html' title='when we were a children... :)'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Ro-OloKGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NlnAub5tPzU/s72-c/guaposs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7100730201780622557</id><published>2007-12-01T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:16:28.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music.'/><title type='text'>LOVG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1HBBuloKBI/AAAAAAAAABU/reyePlPi5UE/s1600-R/TU_LOVG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100885236328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1HBBuloKBI/AAAAAAAAABU/nD2L5wk5ARw/s320/TU_LOVG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I want to talk about my favourite group of music, "la oreja de vang gogh" it's a spanish group, and the singer is one girl, Amaia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is really pretty, and that is the reason why I bought their first cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, when I was little, I had gone with my mum to a shop for buy a radio, and after we went to buy some cd's, I didn't know anything about music, so I chose one because the girl in the picture was really nice, the cd was "dile al sol" the first cd of this brilliant group, LOVG, since then, I always buy their cd's, and I'm always listenig their music.. it's a special music, different of the others, it's pop but with something romantic. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have published 5 cd's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dile al sol"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"el viaje de copperpot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"guapa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"más guapa" this one is the same than "guapa" but with 10 songs more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I saw in the television Amaia, she was communicating to us a really bad news, the group divides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had some problems with one of the musics, so she leaves this group with wich she had sing a lot of years and she will go for an other way, the individual way, she will start singing in solitarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will buy all of her cd's, but I'm sure that it will be not the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-7100730201780622557?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7100730201780622557/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7100730201780622557' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7100730201780622557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7100730201780622557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovg.html' title='LOVG'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1HBBuloKBI/AAAAAAAAABU/nD2L5wk5ARw/s72-c/TU_LOVG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-3204316898598927120</id><published>2007-11-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:11:22.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)!! ILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RixuloKEI/AAAAAAAAABs/2KAhlebsukE/s1600-R/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139841681195542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RixuloKEI/AAAAAAAAABs/1QtGrzHO_uE/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember that the other day I talked to you about my travel to NY?&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to talk about this summer, when my cousins come here.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun too, but different.. they only stayed here for 15 days, and we didn’t do so much things like the other summer, but we had a lot of goods experiences too.&lt;br /&gt;They stayed in a house in llança, and I went there a lot of days.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they came to my house, and we went out with my friends.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember one day that we went to sikim, one restaurant in Empuriabrava with all of my best friends, Anna, Gemma, Marina, Gerard, Eudald and Ferran.&lt;br /&gt;They, (my cousins) were talking all the first part of the dinner in english, and my friends thought that they couldn’t talk in spanish, so they tried all the time talk in english... it was really really funny!&lt;br /&gt;I miss them a lot... I hope that next summer we can be toghether and other time. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-3204316898598927120?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3204316898598927120/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=3204316898598927120' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3204316898598927120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/3204316898598927120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/11/ily.html' title=':)!! ILY'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RixuloKEI/AAAAAAAAABs/1QtGrzHO_uE/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-4811228302627621927</id><published>2007-11-28T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:06:50.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE WE BELONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RhyuloKDI/AAAAAAAAABk/8r7-gk8ILaY/s1600-R/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139840598863783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RhyuloKDI/AAAAAAAAABk/eMJ1ubLN0TY/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BECAUSE WE BELONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Today I want to talk about my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;They are from Mexico, so I only see their on summer.&lt;br /&gt;I met their last year, I went to Ines House, in NY, and Merce was there, it was a magic summer.. incredible, and this summer they came here, so we had been toghether an other time, for 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;Firs I want to talk about my summer in New York, exactly in Darien, Connecticud, I been there for a month, I went there for learn some english, but they always talked in Spanish so, I didn’t learn so many things.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I passed the best summer in my life, we did a lot of things, incredible things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to explain some experiences:&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there on 7th of july, and the same afternoon we went to a fairground it was perfect. I’m really afraid with all of this things, and I didn’t go to so many atracctions, but we laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Next day I can remembert that we went to New York city, Manhattan, I was really exited, we went to Metropolitan Museum, I learned a lot that day, my oncle knows a lot of things about history and he explained to us.&lt;br /&gt;After the visit, we went to lunch something quickly to one big bar, Pastís, and there I met one famous actress, the truth is that I didn’t know her and now I can’t remember her name.. xD&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really interesting with famous J&lt;br /&gt;An other nice day, was the 22th, we went to the theatre, I never had been in one place like there, it was magic...&lt;br /&gt;We saw Lion King, “unlike anything broadway has ever seen”!&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when the music started to sound, and all the actors appeared on the stage we cried, we were really moved. haha.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a Fireworks, it was wonderful, there were a lot of people with pignics..etc, It was really wierd, In spain there aren’t anything similar.&lt;br /&gt;Well, how you can see I went to a lot of nice places...but we stayed at house a lot of time too, and do you know what were we doing?&lt;br /&gt;We always were eating, chocolate, fruit, potatoes... whatever that was in the kitchen, I returned really fat.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the most important is that I met my cousins, and know we have a really good relation, I love them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-4811228302627621927?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4811228302627621927/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=4811228302627621927' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4811228302627621927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/4811228302627621927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/12/because-we-belong.html' title='BECAUSE WE BELONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1RhyuloKDI/AAAAAAAAABk/eMJ1ubLN0TY/s72-c/DSC01932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-8842763636941370106</id><published>2007-11-23T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:16:14.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...oh nights! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Rjw-loKFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3y1Tu79dkr0/s1600-R/17-11-07+(90).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139842767822268498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Rjw-loKFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vCXVzmBui0A/s320/17-11-07+(90).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hellooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to talk about my nights... or it’s better if I say, OUR NIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes... our nights because I always spend my best moments at nights with my best friends, Anna, Gemma and Marina.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, during the summer we went out more than now, because now we must go to the school, so we have exams, homework, works.. and we haven’t a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, on Saturdays we go out to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Normally we go to a Pub in Empuriabrava, 5sentidos, It’s our favourite bar.&lt;br /&gt;It’s lovely, all the walls are made of glass, blue glass and you fell really comfortable there.&lt;br /&gt;The music isn’t really powerful, you can be really calm, so when we go there, we drink something and we talk about our life and our problems.&lt;br /&gt;Normally before than this we go to sikim, one restaurant really fashion, you can sit on chairs or in color sofas and you can be sorrounded by friends.&lt;br /&gt;Is not a perfect plan, but we pass a lot of good moments with this simple things. :)&lt;br /&gt;kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-8842763636941370106?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8842763636941370106/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=8842763636941370106' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8842763636941370106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/8842763636941370106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-nights.html' title='...oh nights! :)'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R1Rjw-loKFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vCXVzmBui0A/s72-c/17-11-07+(90).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-7490961980222205842</id><published>2007-11-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:13:03.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my oral presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e261f0a66d164da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e261f0a66d164da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329863756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169703092B9B79B72F83AEE367972B4AA6A2A75C.8223789C2F2877DA32D23FE05EC110EBDD34A0C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e261f0a66d164da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df2hdxmmUbW_GXUvTaZnB2AsI0mE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e261f0a66d164da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329863756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169703092B9B79B72F83AEE367972B4AA6A2A75C.8223789C2F2877DA32D23FE05EC110EBDD34A0C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e261f0a66d164da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df2hdxmmUbW_GXUvTaZnB2AsI0mE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I did my oral presentation.&lt;br /&gt;I want to put the video here.&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/4924227844335263216-7490961980222205842?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e261f0a66d164da&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7490961980222205842/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=7490961980222205842' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7490961980222205842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/7490961980222205842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-oral-presentation.html' title='my oral presentation'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-2258613726965661189</id><published>2007-11-21T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:14:34.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...OH MY GOD MARINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R0R1gdR26UI/AAAAAAAAABM/AsfhOH5FOKQ/s1600-h/8abril,pub5sentidos(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R0R1gdR26UI/AAAAAAAAABM/AsfhOH5FOKQ/s400/8abril,pub5sentidos(16).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135358675585001794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit sad today, the weather is bad, we have a lot of exams, and.. I'm not in the best moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;next weeck can be horrible, I have 6 exams!! ...bffffffffffffffffff :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today I want to explain something funny!&lt;br /&gt;this summer we went to a lot of summer parties, and we had a lot of fun moments like this:&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting on the grass and Marina (my best friend) was drinking something, suddnly, gemma (an other friend) shouted and pointed to somewhere, so marina was really afraid and trhew the whole drink to me, I got really angri but after I culdn’t stopp laughing. &lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'll see you tomorrow in class! byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-2258613726965661189?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2258613726965661189/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=2258613726965661189' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2258613726965661189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/2258613726965661189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-god-marina.html' title='...OH MY GOD MARINA!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/R0R1gdR26UI/AAAAAAAAABM/AsfhOH5FOKQ/s72-c/8abril,pub5sentidos(16).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-5773396148483721670</id><published>2007-10-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:12:21.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='....nice'/><title type='text'>Girona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/RydxbOa7AiI/AAAAAAAAABE/QfEF8A-JaF4/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/RydxbOa7AiI/AAAAAAAAABE/QfEF8A-JaF4/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127191413326021154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm really happy&lt;br /&gt;I finish the tests for this weeck and tomorrow is the last day, on Thursday and on Friday we haven't class :D:D&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about one day that we went to girona with my friends, Anna Gemma and Marina.&lt;br /&gt;We catched the train at 10 o'clock in the morning and one hour later we were there.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a lot, well, they bought a lot, I didn't buy anithing because the day before I had been with my mother in Barcelona for shopping, so she didn't give me more money for spend with my friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they bought trousers, t-shirts.. and skirts, and more or less at two o'clock we had lunch. We ate in a cheap restaurant, Fresco, one buffet where you can eat wherever you want for only eight euross :D! There I did the picture that I put in blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Then we didn't know what we could do, so we went to the hairdresser... haha we aren't really brave so we didn't do anithing special in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a perfect day, really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iloveyoubabys --' xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-5773396148483721670?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5773396148483721670/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=5773396148483721670' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5773396148483721670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/5773396148483721670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/10/girona.html' title='Girona!'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/RydxbOa7AiI/AAAAAAAAABE/QfEF8A-JaF4/s72-c/GetAttachment2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-1201380234905604907</id><published>2007-10-11T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:50:26.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Rw6MhzbFeDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D90GkMRUs5U/s1600-h/jaja.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Rw6MhzbFeDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D90GkMRUs5U/s400/jaja.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120184338734217266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny picture!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-1201380234905604907?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1201380234905604907/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=1201380234905604907' title='6 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1201380234905604907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/1201380234905604907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-picture.html' title='xD'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzPXldnx5vg/Rw6MhzbFeDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D90GkMRUs5U/s72-c/jaja.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-3605238056033063852</id><published>2007-10-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:12:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of my life... :S</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;what's up?&lt;br /&gt;well..today I'm happy because tomorrow we haven't schoollllll :D:D!&lt;br /&gt;but... in the other hand I'm a little bit sad today, I don't Know why, maybe because it's rainning, and I'm starting understand that the summer is finishing, well it's better to say, that the summer is FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;Next week we have two exams... spanish and maths exams, I'm not really afraid for spanish control...but maths... maths it's difficult and you can do a lot of wrongs in only one substraction.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;by the way, It's not the best moment in my life, I'm tired, the weather it's not good, the examinations are coming and I miss summer!&lt;br /&gt;I know that if all the year be summer, and we don't do anything we would be very boring.. but one month more for do nothing and with sun, it would be really good!wouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say another thing!&lt;br /&gt;Ten minuts ago I was looking a lot of blogs and i'm really surprise...! A lot of this blogs are very worked, the people do it really good.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything here, it's really difficult..well I must say that I'm really bad with all of this things like computers.. :S!&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask to my friens..the are good in this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I haven't anything more to explain, I know that it isn't a really NICE entry, but I am practising my english and this is the most important, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;next day I'll talk about love, friends...and all of this things, the things that the boys call girl's things! --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on monday!:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-3605238056033063852?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3605238056033063852/comments/default' title='Comentaris del 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-406643588060610811</id><published>2007-10-02T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:34:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chequen mi Slide Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752319364819&amp;amp;site=widget-d3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752319364819&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/p1/576460752319364819/bb_t035_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/406643588060610811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/406643588060610811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/10/chequen-mi-slide-show.html' title='Chequen mi Slide Show'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924227844335263216.post-6128715156735884547</id><published>2007-10-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:12:37.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>When the stars go blue*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This is my first comment at blog, I'll try to comment often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I want to start with one song, &lt;strong&gt;WHEN THE STARS GO BLUE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;You can see the lyrics and the video here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dancin' where the stars go blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dancin' where the evening fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' in your wooden shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a wedding gown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dancin' out on 7th street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' through the underground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dancin' little marionette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're lonelyI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;'ll follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Laughing with your broken eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing with your lover's tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In a lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're blu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;eWhere do you go when you're lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'll follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars, when t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;he stars go blue, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue, blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;blueStars go blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're blue, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll follow you, I'll follow you, I'll follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll follow you, I'll follow you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where do you go, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where do you go, Where do you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite song, the sentences in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;, are the best in my opinion, I feel identified with their.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The first time that I listened this song was in a wedding, since then I love it, maybe because I love a lot the pair who married, they are really special for me. When I listen the song I can remember they dancing and singing around the tables.. and.. I get excited. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I think that Ryan Adams, the composer, has done a really good work whith the lyrics, it's beautiful, it talks about dance, ALWAYS dance WHEREVER you are, but it's a love story too, it talks about one boy that never wants to leave her pair, it's really romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm listening the song now... oooh* :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qdp6MBpypKQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qdp6MBpypKQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924227844335263216-6128715156735884547?l=k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6128715156735884547/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924227844335263216&amp;postID=6128715156735884547' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6128715156735884547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924227844335263216/posts/default/6128715156735884547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-foreveryoung.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='When the stars go blue*'/><author><name>clàudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627847251937257014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
