<?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-7572777232175551534</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:17:29.189+01:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='sky'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cook'/><category term='water .. =) lol'/><category term='7 days'/><category term='song'/><category term='party'/><category term='why?'/><category term='basket'/><category term='Oxford'/><category term='I hope...'/><category term=':)'/><category term='brazil'/><category term='=)'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='summer'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='carnival'/><category term=':) friends'/><category term='invasion'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='new year'/><category term='merry'/><category term='team'/><category term='film'/><category term='2008'/><category term='saturday night'/><category term='Craig David'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Actions speak louder than words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-5194065426580611312</id><published>2008-09-24T20:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:23:41.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog:</title><content type='html'>My blog of 2n baatx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercee91.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mercee91.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-5194065426580611312?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/5194065426580611312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=5194065426580611312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5194065426580611312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5194065426580611312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog.html' title='New blog:'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-5433425173380469542</id><published>2008-05-24T19:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:14:38.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Real histories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d3rdeye.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/miedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://d3rdeye.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/miedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This are 3 real histories that passes to me, this histories wasn't normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I went to colonies of basketball, in a room we were 8 girls and the monitor. In the room was somebody that sometimes we saw it, but only when we were alone. We saw it three times, it wears a white clothes and on the head it brought a black thing. The first person who saw it was the monitor; she saw it after we arrived, it desapered. Another girl saw it  in the night when she get her jumper; she saw it on bed settled. And the last person who sai it was me; I saw at night, when all the girls was sleeping and I get up early and I saw who passed quickly in front of my bed. When we explained it all became frightened us but the monitor suggested, that it wasn't bad if not that it protected us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;﻿When I was small, my parents left me alone at home a half an hour. I was six or seven years, I don’t remember. I was watching the TV in the living room when the light was closed, and the light of the hall was opened (at the same time) I went to open the light of the living room and switch off the light of the hall, suddenly the light of the kitchen switched on, and the light of hall switched on. Eventually I left the three dull lights openend and afterwards I saw that the switch of the light had a strange signal (open-close-open) and all get to the normally another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is happened when I went with my parents and my cousins to visit my far aunt, which she alone lives in a very big old house. We were with my cousins in a room when my cousin went to the toilet and gave back a little frightened, but we didn't go to her case faith. Later my brother went to the bathroom, and came back immediately, frightened and he asked to my cousin if he had also seen that. My other cousin and I remained a little surprised while they went with our aunt to explain they had seen . My aunt didn't mind and she said that ensigns in the place where they had seen it, and she laughter a lot. Eventually we discovered that my brother and my cousin had seen a man who wear a black clothes, while my aunt said that he was a friend who had died some years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe you didn't belive in me, but I must to said that this histories are true, are strange histories, sometimes I wish that this histories couldn't pas to me, but I can't because for this I belive a littel be on ghost and soul.&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/7572777232175551534-5433425173380469542?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/5433425173380469542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=5433425173380469542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5433425173380469542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5433425173380469542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/real-histories.html' title='Real histories'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-871251839308017861</id><published>2008-05-24T18:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:00:10.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDhJQyE_3AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BYMZcrShG4Y/s1600-h/bon+nadal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203989922096077826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDhJQyE_3AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BYMZcrShG4Y/s320/bon+nadal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the animals, all the animals the microscopic animals and the big animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The insects&lt;/em&gt;, don’t scared me, the opposite I “love” him, but only love for kill him, well maybe I’m a little be sadistic, but I kill him with a shoe: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when I went to Arcada (on campus) it was full of spiders and grasshopper, and normally when one girl saw one, she came to me, and said if I could kill it”.&lt;/span&gt; But the only insect that I hate it’s the mosquito because I’ve a sweet and they always bite me: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when I went to Brazil I’ve 56 bites of mosquito, it’s so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the animal that I love much, it’s my dog&lt;strong&gt; PUC&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks of him my scared about dogs disappear, because &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when I was child all the dogs scared me, was doesn’t matter if was a little and harmales like a Chihuahua or it was a pit-bull, always when I saw a dog I hided behind my mum or my dad, for this my fathers decide to bought a dog for me. I went whit him to the pet shop, and I didn’t bring to the place where were the dogs, but when the shop assistant brought a little black cooker, I catch him immediately, I don’t know why but their eyes and their little snout, did that I love him, and when I went out to the shop I saw a Pit-bull and immediately I went to caress it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well now, my dog has 10 years old, well in December going to do 10. And he it’s like a other member of the family, he went to some travels by car, eat the same food like us, he snore like the humans, he is really jealous. And when I wasn’t in house I missed him, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And Puc it’s a dog that you can do anything with him, when you need company he is there, he always play with my little cousin, and if you didn’t like some of the food he ate this for you.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the photo it's a postal that I send to my friens in Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-871251839308017861?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/871251839308017861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=871251839308017861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/871251839308017861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/871251839308017861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDhJQyE_3AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BYMZcrShG4Y/s72-c/bon+nadal+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-8168733545300526670</id><published>2008-05-22T18:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:05:18.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/07/06/potter_books_narrowweb__300x347,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/07/06/potter_books_narrowweb__300x347,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had seen my old blogs, and I saw, that I never put anything about books, and now I Speak about the reading and my favourite book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some of us, when we think on books the first thing that we arrive to our head is the books that we must to reading in the school, and normally this books are bored, and uninteresting for us, but not, this is isn’t reading. Reading is when you choose a book, a book that for you it’s interesting and read and read and don’t stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In my case, I love reading, but only with two books passed this to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The first is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: yes all of 7 books, I red all of them! And I love it! When i’d the first in my hands and I started reading I hadn’t stop, I red this book in 2 weeks, and if we thing that when I’d this book I was only 8 years. The second books was different, but I red in one month because I didn’t like a lot. The third, fourth and the fifth more or lees I red in tree or four weeks. But the most impacting was the seventh, because my mother searched in internet the book in “spaninglish” and she brought to me in London, for the return of the fly, and only need 1 week for finished the entire book! This sensation when I’ve a book it’s special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The other book it’s with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the books of Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I love this author! Their books are special have a magical choose that someone who read his books they can’t stop, every page of the books have a mystery, and never the finally it’s that you want. It’s fantastic! And now i’ve the second part of “la sombre del viento” and I hope the summer with impatient for reading this book. (Because now we’ve a lot of work..)&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/7572777232175551534-8168733545300526670?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/8168733545300526670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=8168733545300526670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/8168733545300526670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/8168733545300526670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-6660963497217326947</id><published>2008-05-21T22:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:17:09.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205416856260697122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SD1bDSE_3CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wF3nm0OKl44/s320/P1010146.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fifty years is quite a while&lt;br /&gt;For most good things to last;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re still together and still in love;&lt;br /&gt;You must share a wonderful past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can tarnish your lasting love;&lt;br /&gt;At 50 years, you're gold.&lt;br /&gt;Your affection shines as you go through the years,&lt;br /&gt;With each other to love and to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your union is golden; it’s 50 years,&lt;br /&gt;An accomplishment hard to achieve;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will flourish as more years go by,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you want, you receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this isn’t the poem that I can recite for the golden weeding of my grandparents, but I found this in internet, and it’s similar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 50 years married, it’s a lot of time, 50 year next a person, and I thing&lt;strong&gt; the love it’s similar? You love this person like the first day, or it’s a different love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I had this question, I asked to my grandparents, and my grandfather answer: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“well the love it’s different, the first day we had a different love, our love first was in secret, because her parents don’t want that she married with me, because when I was younger I was an “uncouth”, and my laws thought that I was a bad influence for your grandmother”&lt;/span&gt; my grandmother said &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“but I was silly, because I was in love of him a lot!, and I convinced my fathers that he isn’t a bad influence for me. Finally they accept our love”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Before I love him a lot, well now also, but who we’ve been marrying for long time, we fell to each other how “brothers””.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well brothers no, because we’ve sons, but without the other we can live normally, we’re usually live together&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Well the conclusion it’s, we are in love, but isn’t the same love that the first day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the same passion like the first year”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the little history of my grandfathers, that it’s the choose that to everybody will pas in the live, when someone have been marry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-6660963497217326947?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/6660963497217326947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=6660963497217326947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6660963497217326947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6660963497217326947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/golden-wedding.html' title='Golden wedding'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SD1bDSE_3CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wF3nm0OKl44/s72-c/P1010146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-7896306334311357326</id><published>2008-05-21T21:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:44:10.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDR7T1uzXqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCXmNyyRniw/s1600-h/sNse+kuMs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202919050290880162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDR7T1uzXqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCXmNyyRniw/s200/sNse+kuMs.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone waiting this season, because this 3 weeks going to be the worse of the year, because we have a lot of examns, and if we failed maybe we must to go to recuperation examns, or in the worse of the cas, we repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun to hot more with the light of the earth and our bodies also; the days are longer, the air is hotter, and we do the majority of the things outer. But what we can do in the summer? We can thing different plans for the different people:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the &lt;strong&gt;traditional people and cool people&lt;/strong&gt;, you can go to the beach, and roast until your limit, maybe between this hours under the son, you must have a bath in the pool or in the beach. (if you are this kind of people, don't forget the sunglases, the towel and the most importan thing the suncream)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that we can do is&lt;strong&gt; NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;, don’t do anything, only have a rest, relax and a longs hours of sleep. This it made for the lazy people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is made for the &lt;strong&gt;foul people at PC&lt;/strong&gt;; If you like stay hours and hours at the PC you can transform your pc in a beach with the sounds of the wave and the best landscapes of the more beautiful beach of the world. You don’t go there, but with the imagination you can do a lot of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;like travelling&lt;/strong&gt; this is the best moment for visited another country, or city, preferably you can go to a place that have got a lot of tourist, because if you leave of hear normally it’s because we have a lot of foreigns in summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are a &lt;strong&gt;ecologic person&lt;/strong&gt;, you must to plant a tree, not only for you if not for all the earth, when you finished to plant this tree you feel better and haughty for helping the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, you can do a lot of things this summer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOOD SEASON ;)&lt;br /&gt;Good summer :)&lt;/p&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/7572777232175551534-7896306334311357326?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/7896306334311357326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=7896306334311357326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7896306334311357326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7896306334311357326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SDR7T1uzXqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCXmNyyRniw/s72-c/sNse+kuMs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-7253887176963696466</id><published>2008-05-19T19:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:53:38.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN - Cindy Lauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPBS34euGeQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPBS34euGeQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home in the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;My mother says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When are you gonna live your life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, mother, dear, we're not the fortunate ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And girls, they want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girls just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;My father yells: What are you gonna do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, daddy, dear, you know you're still number one.&lt;br /&gt;But girls, &lt;strong&gt;they want to have fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all they really want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the working day is done,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;girls just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys take a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;And hide her away from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one to walk in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, girls, they want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girls just want to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all they really want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When the working day is done,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;girls just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;They want to have fun,&lt;br /&gt;They want to have fun...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a old song, but I love it! This song, for me, &lt;em&gt;it's full of memories&lt;/em&gt;: I know this song, because the exgirlfriend of my brother when she came to my house she always listening it, but how I was littel (I was 6 or 7 years), I didn't understand anything of the song, but I sang the words that I listening but I never right any word, but I was happy and She and I had on a old clothes or carnival clothes, and we laught a lot. Now my brother has another girlfriend, and this is the only memory that I've of She (this dosen't mean that I don't like Cibelle (the wife of my brother)&lt;br /&gt;And a part of this, I think that the song, say a lot of true things, for exemple that the girls we only want to have fun! well boys and girls, but how I'm a girl I say that this is a true sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the last song that I put this year... The next year will be more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i didn't foun the "true" video, but this reflect the true and also it's funny")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-7253887176963696466?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/7253887176963696466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=7253887176963696466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7253887176963696466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7253887176963696466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls-just-want-to-have-fun-cindy.html' title='GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN - Cindy Lauper'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-1092826300074239410</id><published>2008-05-14T22:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:46:42.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Berriozar [Navarra]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCtPnluzXpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O3lOCY7OfbY/s1600-h/navarra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200337736291278482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCtPnluzXpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O3lOCY7OfbY/s320/navarra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All started with&lt;strong&gt; 8 hours by bus&lt;/strong&gt;: play poker (I’d poker two times :), and I won some money), speaking, reading, a little be of working, for distraction us, but don’t sleep anything. &lt;strong&gt;At 12 o’clock of night&lt;/strong&gt;, we arrive and suddenly we caught a bus to Pamplona :), &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PARTY&lt;/span&gt; there we went to bar by bar, and dancing a lot, it was very funny because it’s different like there, at 4 o’clock we arrived to the pavilion, the people sleep (because there was 3 groups of dance), and we did a noise, and we listening “&lt;em&gt;Can we shut up please, it’s 4 o’clock at night, we need to sleep&lt;/em&gt;”. Ok, we sleep but only 3 hours, because at 7.30 at morning the people get up for take a shower. It was &lt;strong&gt;RAINING&lt;/strong&gt; :( we couldn’t dance, but we went to another pavilion for dance. After dancing we went to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“tapeo”&lt;/span&gt; the typical thing of the bascos (go to bar &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; bar and drink and eat something). Next we went to dinner, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we nearly fall sleep on the table, but we couldn’t&lt;/span&gt;. At 19h we went to dancing another time, we were very tired at 9.30 but we must to went to dinner, after the dinner we went to a concert, a typical concert of Navarra, it was very very funny :), we was awake until &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 o’clock at morning&lt;/span&gt;, because on this time we caught the bus another time to arrive to Castello at 13 o’clock, of course &lt;strong&gt;we sleep all the travel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice weekend, and we hope that in Ibiza (we went there on October) will be 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the photo you can see, Marina - Me - Laia, with the clothes of one dance called&lt;em&gt; "Marina"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-1092826300074239410?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/1092826300074239410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=1092826300074239410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1092826300074239410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1092826300074239410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/berriozar-navarra.html' title='Berriozar [Navarra]'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCtPnluzXpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O3lOCY7OfbY/s72-c/navarra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-3829890756286684439</id><published>2008-05-07T20:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:10:54.992+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><title type='text'>Brazil :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Brazil&lt;/strong&gt;; I miss the &lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt;, the good &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;fruit!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I must to go another time to Brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Brazil it’s a perfect country, but if I’m realist I don’t like live there always, because Brazil has a very big carnival, the people is very nice and friendly, and very open. But the climate every day &lt;strong&gt;sun sun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sun,&lt;/strong&gt; it’s so boring. And also the language it’s so different, well I understood some words, but not all of them, and when I intent to speak English whit the family or with friends they didn’t understand me, because there they don’t learnt English, only if they want, they study Spanish, and not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Brazil &lt;strong&gt;two times&lt;/strong&gt;, because the wife of my brother it’s brasilenya, the two times the first feeling that I note was the heat, because the first time I went in April, well, the temperature there was&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; 20 – 25º&lt;/span&gt;C but, there it was 30 well, it was a very big difference but the dampness was very different, the second time was different because I went on February, and well the temperature there was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5 – 10ºC&lt;/span&gt; and there was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 35ºC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! It was summer, and for this when I get off the plane I feel sensation of very very hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say that Brazil it’s magical, the sunrise, the beach, the white sand, oh! I will go there another time, but I’ve a problem, because my parent will go there on December of this year and I must to do the “treball de recerca” and I think that I can go, well, I expect that my parents will give to me a very big present of Brazil, like a clothes, because there are very cheap, or a food like a “spitinhos” it’s like a bully but you can put something, my favourite it’s spitinhos of cheese or fruit and chocolate, oh my good!&lt;strong&gt; I imagine now I’m in the beach in the hammock, with coco water and my spitinho!! It’s perfect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I can go there when my parents going to buy a house there, and I and my friends can go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCHwRA5gEVI/AAAAAAAAADw/sX80s0WOeDk/s1600-h/P2250229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197699620051882322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCHwRA5gEVI/AAAAAAAAADw/sX80s0WOeDk/s320/P2250229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The photo is in Pipa, a very famous beach in Natal, in the photo you can see my parents, my brother, her wife and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-3829890756286684439?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/3829890756286684439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=3829890756286684439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3829890756286684439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3829890756286684439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/brazil.html' title='Brazil :)'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SCHwRA5gEVI/AAAAAAAAADw/sX80s0WOeDk/s72-c/P2250229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-238252816556063731</id><published>2008-05-07T19:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:26:24.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>if you can't...</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you put a weight? And you can’t put your trousers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe you can do a diet, because this night you want to put your favourite trousers, but you have a problem, it’s that the diet it isn’t thing of 1 day and perfect, no no, the diet last some month, and you want to put this trousers THIS NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another option it’s change the trousers, but, if you change the trousers you will change the jumper, the jackets, the shoes, and this is a very big problem, because you haven’t got time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Maybe you can put a girdle, but this is antifashion think and this moment you haven’t got.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe this girl can help you in this problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRE7BvEMMP0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRE7BvEMMP0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&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/7572777232175551534-238252816556063731?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/238252816556063731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=238252816556063731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/238252816556063731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/238252816556063731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-cant.html' title='if you can&apos;t...'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-6120521256703138128</id><published>2008-05-05T22:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:22:09.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>barraques ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SB9sPp-gz3I/AAAAAAAAADo/VHqY_1qQgiY/s1600-h/dijoous+(8),retooc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991511230730098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/SB9sPp-gz3I/AAAAAAAAADo/VHqY_1qQgiY/s320/dijoous+(8),retooc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the mini holidays was finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we passed a very good weekend, above all for Barraques Figueres, it was very very well! We went there 5 days! Every day was different but similar, because everyday we went to the same place, everyday we went to the same attractions, like “toros”, “bommerang” and “saltamontes”, everyday spoke with a lot of people, but it was different because I spoke with a lot of people, different people, and not always the same, well the typical conversation like “hi, how are you? How many time no?, yes, (two kisses) and bye” or the other typical conversation “how many cubates do you drink?” this is the most famous words, that you can listening in barraques, because there you meet really the people, maybe one person that you think that was very normal and holy, you saw that when he/she drink a little be was different, but however, the person was different but positive. However I spoke with another people that I never had seen, and I met a lot of new people, well and a lot of thinks that in this moment I can’t remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that the next year barraques will go perfect like this year :)&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;the photo, it's a littel momen of euphoria! you can see, a differents fish it's a nice and crazy picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-6120521256703138128?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/6120521256703138128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=6120521256703138128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6120521256703138128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6120521256703138128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/05/barraques.html' title='barraques ^^'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/SB9sPp-gz3I/AAAAAAAAADo/VHqY_1qQgiY/s72-c/dijoous+(8),retooc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-6134289638682373423</id><published>2008-04-08T20:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:10:29.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the gralla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.musicologie.org/sites/g/gralla.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.musicologie.org/sites/g/gralla.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I going to explain a instrument, a typical instrument in Catalonia, that few people know, it’s THE GRALLA, I’ve playing the gralla since 2000 more or less, and I’m the best player but also I’m not the worse. I play whit the gegants the Castelló d’Empúries, with Isaac M, Laura J, Clàudia, Anna M, Àngels, Oriol, and also two more people who play the drums. We started only for funny and also because our parents obligation to us, and we thought that in few years didn’t play more the gralla, but year by year we have a lot of teachers, that they teach us a lot of funny thinks, and we composed some songs, for this every summer we will go to the meetings and play all the time, now we have success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gralla is an instrument of wind and an instrument of double “canya”, normally the gralla using for the “castellers” but now we use for the gegants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s composed for 3 parts:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Tudell:&lt;/em&gt; it’s the place when we put the canya&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Canya:&lt;/em&gt; it’s the part that do the sound&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Gralla: &lt;/em&gt;it’s made of wood, and it’s the parte that have the holes, it has 9 holes, of different sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosities:&lt;/strong&gt; the first gralla was made in 1975, but we can found another type of gralla, called dolçaina that it made in s.XIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our teacher, of the last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVYfFDjwzjI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVYfFDjwzjI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/7572777232175551534-6134289638682373423?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/6134289638682373423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=6134289638682373423' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6134289638682373423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/6134289638682373423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/04/gralla.html' title='the gralla'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-2321190600358149187</id><published>2008-03-14T23:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:33:11.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook'/><title type='text'>Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stellaland.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/dscf8639_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://stellaland.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/dscf8639_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cooking! ﻿especially I love cooking&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; deseerts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I cooked chocolate chip&lt;strong&gt; muffins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recognize that i'm addict of muffins, I love it a lot! for this normally every friday I cook muffins, I think that my family are bored of my muffins, maybe one day I will sell it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, if you didn't know the muffin i put a &lt;strong&gt;littel information: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A muffin is somewhat like a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;small cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nd though it does resemble a cupcake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in that they both have cylindrical bases and rounded conical tops, they usually are not as sweet as cupcakes and generally lack frosting; savory varieties also exist. They generally fit in the palm of an adult hand, and are intended to be consumed by an individual in a single sitting. A muffin can also mean a different baked good, the smaller. As American style muffins are now sold in the UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the term can refer to either produc&lt;/span&gt;t, the context usually making clear which is meant. There are many varieties and flavors of muffins made with a specific ingredient such as blueberries, chocolate chips, cucumbers, raspberry, cinnamon, pumpkin, date nut, lemon, banana, orange, peach, strawberry, boysenberry, almond, and carrot. These ingredients are then baked into the muffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a recipe for to this muffins is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate Chip Muffins ingredients list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;¾ lb chocolate chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1/3 lb of soft butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 medium eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 ½ cups of flour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 cup of sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;¼ cup of milk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 tablespoon of baking powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;½ teaspoon of vanilla extract.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;½ teaspoon of salt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions for Chocolate Chip Muffins:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Preheat your oven to 400°F (200°C) and butter your muffin pan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beat the butter and the vanilla extract together to form a light, airy mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One at a time, add the eggs, and beat gently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Add ¼ cup of the sugar after each egg and mix thorougly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ut the baking powder and salt in the milk, then add to the mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fold in the flour and the chocolate chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pour the mix into your buttered muffin pan, filling each cup two-thirds full.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bake for 25 minutes or until muffins turn golden brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enjoy your meal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7572777232175551534-2321190600358149187?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2321190600358149187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2321190600358149187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2321190600358149187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2321190600358149187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/muffins.html' title='Muffins'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-5819207460655054264</id><published>2008-03-14T12:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:00:38.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Green Day Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uj4qfCNQB6s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uj4qfCNQB6s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that every body know this song, yes me too of course. I think that it's a beautiful song, who speaks about the die, the summer and sad things... The first time that I listening this song I thought "oh it's a nice and happy song" i had reason in one thing which it's a nice song, but happy.. no it's the opposit is sad, but its a song which i thought that never stop of listening... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut this days I bored this song, why? because every friday we listening this song in aula d'idiomes, becuase 4rt of ESO does a "credit" about music, and they play this song! went we did a exam, they played this song, and we couldn't concentrated! when we intented to listening a song with the pc, we couldn't because we listening this song! for this now i HATE this song! althougth i think that it's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-5819207460655054264?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/5819207460655054264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=5819207460655054264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5819207460655054264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5819207460655054264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-day-wake-me-up-when-september.html' title='Green Day Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-2091839520224704476</id><published>2008-03-14T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:15:36.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The other day I went to the cinema with Neus, and we decided to see a film called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, it’s a film a little be different of the others. Because this film consists on an adolescent of our age, that she is pregnant, and all the history that pass her, for example that she decided to have the baby but not for her if not for facing in adopting for a “perfect” couple, Juno (the adolescent) decided give the baby because he can’t looking him, she search the couple in the newspaper, it’s strange but she found a lots of couples. This couple can’t have a baby because she has problems, the men it’s perfect, but he has a little problems that only the viewer now. Well I can’t tell you all the film, because although it’s a magnific film it’s a good film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well, also Neus and me, speak about if now we have pregnant, and we said that it was a big big “shit” because we can’t do anything, we can’t go to the discos and another things more importan,  we can't go to the shcool, we need to workd, and  normally in this age the father can’t be responsible, and for our family also it’s a headache! And for us also! The girl is the person more affected because our body will be change, our responsibility too. For this we decided to have a baby in 15 years or more… (maybe it's a littel extrem) but all the things that comporte have a baby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you do thing? see you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-2091839520224704476?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2091839520224704476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2091839520224704476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2091839520224704476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2091839520224704476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-day-i-went-to-cinema-with-neus.html' title=''/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-2506256081098809077</id><published>2008-03-06T15:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:51:25.041+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hope...'/><title type='text'>10 thinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lalanternadelpopolo.it/Basket%20NBA%20-%20Campioni%20Hakeem%20Olajuwon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.lalanternadelpopolo.it/Basket%20NBA%20-%20Campioni%20Hakeem%20Olajuwon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maliya.blogia.com/upload/20060403150417-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 211px;" src="http://maliya.blogia.com/upload/20060403150417-party.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travel-rants.com/images/alonebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.travel-rants.com/images/alonebeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, neus and me, spoken about the live, and we thinking and thinking some thinks that we can do in our live, for this we think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 thinks that I will do before die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Go to USA (New York, Los Angeles and Miami) for 1 day of shopping and see a match of NBA (if I can Lakers - Grizzlies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Travel with all my friends, in particuliar (6d*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Meet the "perfect" boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Fall with parachutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Improve very well my english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Approve the Biology in the UNI, and found a good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Pass 1 day in one party, whit my friends! the party ALL the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Walk alone for the ﻿deserted beach in the caribian, and think and think for 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Go to a concert a amuzing concert, if it can be a concert of ECDL, of course if my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; (i reserved this, because the live is long...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope can do &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of this 10 thinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-2506256081098809077?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2506256081098809077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2506256081098809077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2506256081098809077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2506256081098809077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-thinks.html' title='10 thinks'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-1019932619987760815</id><published>2008-03-01T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:46:32.169+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why?'/><title type='text'>Some whys of the live..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.catalunyaaccio.org/elnord/opinio/uploaded_images/interrogant-713302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.catalunyaaccio.org/elnord/opinio/uploaded_images/interrogant-713302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Why abrebation it’s a long word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Why not exist the cat’s food whit taste of mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why the shops 24 hours, has got a lock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;Why not invent a plane with the same material of the black boxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why we pres hard the bottom of the remote contral when it hasn’t got battery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;The world It’s round and we called it Planet, if it will be plane we called it Roundet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What count the sheep for sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;What can we do, went we saw an animal in danger of extinction eating a plant danger of extinction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why went it’s raining we up the shoulders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;Why went we are in the sun our hair have been clear and our skin have been dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why we didn’t saw in the journey “Seer won the lottery”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;Why the sheep didn’t shrink and the wood shrink?&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How the cartels of Prohibited walk in the grass arrive there?﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;If a lawyer were crazy, h loses the judgement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-1019932619987760815?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/1019932619987760815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=1019932619987760815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1019932619987760815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1019932619987760815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-whys-of-live.html' title='Some whys of the live..'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-8662562403835036934</id><published>2008-03-01T17:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:22:28.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basket'/><title type='text'>Coach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8mCgvVh5rI/AAAAAAAAACg/eGFOCTosNNk/s1600-h/basqet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172809145985918642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8mCgvVh5rI/AAAAAAAAACg/eGFOCTosNNk/s320/basqet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I get my “dream”, well it’s isn’t a fantastic dream, but it one of my NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS… Today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I DID THE COACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m very funny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All started 3 weeks ago, went I received a call, he spoke and I didn’t recognized him… it was the president of Castello basket Club, and he asked me if I would like to do coach, I was euphorious, because for I get my title of coach (on Christmas) I wished to does a coach. He said that the team is formed for boys of 8 to 11 years, and their coach leave for family problems. I was nervous, because I never did coach, but the president said “come on Mercè they are children, they didn’t do anything, they aren’t bad..” and I said, “ok, I will be coach”. And the next day I went to the training for met the boys. They are very nice and they didn’t do a lot of “marder” for this I decided to continuous whit them… they played another times in a mach, but 2 weeks they hasn’t got trainer, because I had match too, but today I did my firs day how a coach! I’m very happy for my boys, because they won and they playing very well! But the problem it’s that now &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have to lose my voice&lt;/span&gt;… well not always it’s perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-8662562403835036934?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/8662562403835036934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=8662562403835036934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/8662562403835036934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/8662562403835036934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/03/coach.html' title='Coach...'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8mCgvVh5rI/AAAAAAAAACg/eGFOCTosNNk/s72-c/basqet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-3734019852932935117</id><published>2008-02-24T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:19:00.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>sky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8GYvXSYW2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sUdfRxAxO_I/s1600-h/skiiiaar!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170581786670422882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8GYvXSYW2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sUdfRxAxO_I/s320/skiiiaar!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day skiing&lt;/span&gt;! Laia F. – Marina – Elisenda – Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came at 6.25h we did 45 minutes that we were awake. We get on the bus; we saw that we can’t seat together (2 in one place, the other 2 in a other place)&lt;br /&gt;In the bus speaking, listening music, intent to sleep we can’t sleeping, but we was sleepy. Saw the people how eating: bread, fruit, chocolate, sweets, and lollipops! And us whit a simply Special K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrive a Font Romeu (French) at 9.45. Catch de skis, and my snowblades. Does a little time of cue for the sky lift and at 10.15 go down to the first ski slope, without accidents...&lt;br /&gt;Skiing + skiing + skiing (blacks, reds skis slopes)&lt;br /&gt;At 12.10 went fast to the skis slop because if no we can’t catch our food for dinner. Eating our sandwich, and some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Another time catch the sky lift, and went down to another ski slope, this time a big black slope! Laia and me went fast, and we wait 10 minutes for them, how she didn’t down, we decided to do another time the sky slope, we didn’t find us. For this we decided to went together without Marina and Elisenda. Laia and me went to another difficult skis slopes, we didn’t fall anytime! At 3.15 we are very tired, for this we decided to went in a easy slope and did photos and videos in their, we did a lot of photos, in movement, doing jumps, fall down the slope... I don’t know what said the people, but I’m sure things how: they are crazies! I fall one time, but we I did the stupid... and Laia didn’t fall.&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the bus, in it! Speaking, listening music, intent to sleep, look and search the food that the people eating! A lot! It’s incredible! The people said that skiing can get hungry, and this it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;In summarize... a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(but now we have “agulletes”)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-3734019852932935117?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/3734019852932935117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=3734019852932935117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3734019852932935117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3734019852932935117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/02/sky.html' title='sky!'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R8GYvXSYW2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sUdfRxAxO_I/s72-c/skiiiaar!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-1656266067216788699</id><published>2008-02-14T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:17:16.228+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><title type='text'>Carnival 2oo7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R7QwfnSYW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/6pyNN6ustKI/s1600-h/P1070108+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166807992180955986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R7QwfnSYW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/6pyNN6ustKI/s320/P1070108+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well itfinished! We passed two perfects weekends ! The first on Roses, and Sant Pere and the second on Castello and Empuriabrava…&lt;br /&gt;We ﻿ went of schoolgirls, whit a typical red patterned  skirt, white shirt ,long socks and a blake tie. The ﻿fancy dress are symple, all toghtethar was nice, we were 62 boys and girls, the boys also weared a skirt, it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;The first day on Roses, only went to the party! We dancing and met people, It had a lot of people, for went to the toilet we did 20 minutes of ﻿queue.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to Sant Pere, was PERFECT! It haven’t a lot of people and the music aren’t the best, but we said if there it wasn’t party, the party are US! (lol). We went to slep at 6 o’clock more or less, but on Sunday nobody was in the street everybody slep.&lt;br /&gt;The next week we went to Empuriabrava, on Friday, the ﻿cavalcade, was very very long, we walked all the principal street of empuriabrava! After this we went to castello, at the party, but there it was boring because the group of music was for oldpeople, and we didn’t know any song, but we and my friend rebecca went to slep at 2 o’clock becaue on Saturday at 11 o’clock we playing basket! At the match we are sleeping but we won the match (45- 99) J..&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday night! The cavalcade on castello was very fun! Exepet one time, because we hasn’t problems.. but after the party continuous J, we have dancing since 5 o’clock, and at 5.30 we went to some ﻿bakery and we bought some croisants! Mmh! The best think ate a chocolat croisant whit your friends after dancig 4 hours! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this is a littel summary of my carnival! I hope that the next year will be icual or best! But I can’t compare with the last year, because i was in BRAZIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you kiis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-1656266067216788699?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/1656266067216788699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=1656266067216788699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1656266067216788699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/1656266067216788699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnival-2oo7.html' title='Carnival 2oo7'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R7QwfnSYW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/6pyNN6ustKI/s72-c/P1070108+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-5822013956052731978</id><published>2008-01-10T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:52:37.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>2oo8 ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scrapbookingmemories.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/new-year-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.scrapbookingmemories.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/new-year-image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the year has been  started since 18 days.. but well, every moment it's correct for ﻿congratulating this new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿Starts a new year,  in which we all have settings of ours great illusions, expectations and desires that everything goes to better or that, at least, they don't worsen and remain as they are.&lt;br /&gt;I think that everybody thing in his desires... well my NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS, i hope that someone i will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be a coach on Setember&lt;br /&gt;2. I will improve my marks, in particuliar bio&lt;br /&gt;3. I will surf in Internet less hours in school days&lt;br /&gt;4. I wiil went to one concert with my friends&lt;br /&gt;5. I will put away my room minimium 2 times at month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... someones are impossible, but whit if I belive in me, i think that i can't do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-5822013956052731978?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/5822013956052731978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=5822013956052731978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5822013956052731978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5822013956052731978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2008/01/2oo8.html' title='2oo8 ^^'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-574034404684294454</id><published>2007-12-25T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:55:11.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>Hi every body :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Xmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is 25 of December, the day that born Jesus,  it’s a fantastic day, no also because Jesus born if not because today its one day for being whit the family, the friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well first you lunch with a family, typical there, you eat Canalons or Escudella, and after turrons and tortell, this is a great food, but the problem it’s if you didn’t control you can put of weight. And after in the night go out to the disco with a friends J I think that it’s a great day, you laugh and laugh, and saw family that it pass months that you didn’t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that yesterday Santa Claus or Tio, gave you a lot of presents =)&lt;br /&gt;Well.., Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy this holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a song it’s called&lt;em&gt; LAST CHRISTMAS - CASCADA&lt;/em&gt;, I love this song, I don’t know why, but I think that it has rhythm, and speaks about Christmas, the love, the friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kscuBwLjl5E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kscuBwLjl5E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/7572777232175551534-574034404684294454?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/574034404684294454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=574034404684294454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/574034404684294454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/574034404684294454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-2197048889677407968</id><published>2007-12-06T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:50:35.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>INVASION 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1hEVPydtUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozQl1Jbo_bY/s1600-h/invasiÃ³n-Cartel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140934106449556802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1hEVPydtUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozQl1Jbo_bY/s400/invasi%C3%B3n-Cartel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ew days ago Neus and me went to the cinema, but only we went because we are borning in home… for this reason we decide to went to the cinema, but the problem was the ¿which film can we go to see? For the reason we searched on the internet a lot of films… but we are ﻿indecisive with witch film we can see. But we went to cine, and when we arrived we decided to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;INVASION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because we thinght that are the only that was a horror film, but we did a mistake! Because this film was a Horror and Scientist fiction film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the film, neus and I hid us with the jacket, because some scenes are scary and we suffered for the characters. And if my memory is good, I remember that sometime we scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis of the film:&lt;/strong&gt; For centuries, man has searched the skies for signs of intelligent life forms. What if those life forms were already here? And what if some of the natural disasters we've been experiencing of late were merely smokescreens to mask something far more ominous? For dedicated park ranger Russell Varon, a divorced father of two who is expecting a third child with his new wife, local television reporter Larkin Groves, the hurricane proves to be merely the beginning of a long journey into the unknown. Always skeptical about the paranoid conspiracy theories of his wayward brother-in-law, Dave, Russell may have to revise his thinking when a number of bizarre occurrences start taking place in his community. Though Russell's young daughter, Rose claims to have seen hundreds of lights floating towards the water during the storm, Russell initially dismisses her claim - until he begins to suspect that something is very wrong with his ex-wife, Dr. Mariel Underlay. The morning after the storm, Mariel is found naked in the water - with no memory of what transpired the night before. As the tiny town of Homestead, Florida struggles to rebuild itself, Sheriff Tom Underlay -- who is married to Russell's ex-wife -- suspiciously orders the entire area quarantined. Russell starts to investigate the strange goings on and unknowingly begins a fight for the survival of his family, his community, and what might ultimately be the whole human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I search this in internet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like so much this film! I recommended to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-2197048889677407968?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2197048889677407968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2197048889677407968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2197048889677407968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2197048889677407968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/12/invasion-2007.html' title='INVASION 2007'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1hEVPydtUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozQl1Jbo_bY/s72-c/invasi%C3%B3n-Cartel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-4262011374915577600</id><published>2007-12-04T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:16:58.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meteored.com/fotosusuarios/meteocoll/posta300306%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="308" alt="" src="http://www.meteored.com/fotosusuarios/meteocoll/posta300306%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especiall moments, moments that you are ok! That you fell good! That you fell relaxation…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;﻿*Falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Catch the hand of somebody that you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*A special look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Being all the time whit Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Laughing so strongly at the jaws hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Laughing for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Switching on the radio fair in the moment that it plays a song that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Staying in the bed while you listening the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Running under the raing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A jar of Nutella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*A cup of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A call of somebody who is far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*The calls at  midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A long bath of foam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Awakening to half a night and noticing that you still have hours for sleep more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rising to a swing and swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Crossing the look with a someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Winning a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Finding for the street a old friend and discover that the things never changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looking at the sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that these moments and more, you felling sometimes and you feel happy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a part of these moments, can you say me anothers??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-4262011374915577600?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/4262011374915577600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=4262011374915577600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/4262011374915577600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/4262011374915577600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/12/moments.html' title='Moments..'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-5860899711827300001</id><published>2007-12-04T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:57:49.424+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':) friends'/><title type='text'>Saturday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1WG0vydtTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tX9vOGs_RGg/s1600-h/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140162790452737330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1WG0vydtTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tX9vOGs_RGg/s400/P1010262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasn’t a normal night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I t was especial!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;It was fantastic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now do you asked why it was especial? Because we did a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dinner5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;night4*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to JR* and we were there two hours, more o less, and we ate a sandwich, our typical sandwich “mini de lomo con queso” xD and mineral water. But the food wasn’t important. The important is that we were together, speaking, laughing and more speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Laia leave out, and Marina, Neus, Elisenda and I, when to Neus house. There it was fantastic! ﻿we made many photos (an example you can see in the picture) We laughting more and more, and we saw “&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;el libro de la selva 4&lt;/span&gt;”, for understand this I must to explain a little history: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for neus birthday we gave her a Film, in the cd put that the film was el libro de la selva 2, but realy the film was Saw 4. Because she dosen’t like horror films. &lt;/span&gt;For this these night we saw “el libro de la selva 4” but the film dosen’t working, and we saw in the tv “the hole” and other terror film. Was ok, but Elisenda and I sleeping a half of the film..&lt;br /&gt;This night was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slept only 7 or 8 hours, because when we are sleeping the phone rang. And after we can’t sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all! a lot of kis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A littel bit of the song: Saturday night of Aaron carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tonight is the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling rightIts time to party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm calling my boys to come roll with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh end of the week runnin' the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The strip is crawlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With honeys t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hat cant get enough of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;.Only 2 days. And mini holidays :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-5860899711827300001?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/5860899711827300001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=5860899711827300001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5860899711827300001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/5860899711827300001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday night'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R1WG0vydtTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tX9vOGs_RGg/s72-c/P1010262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-3970966877368073094</id><published>2007-11-21T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:43:41.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0R8KW5GhEI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z1FrbXC3eU/s1600-h/pregunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135365992494826562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 658px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0R8KW5GhEI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z1FrbXC3eU/s400/pregunta.jpg" width="665" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everybody speak about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Always are the same. Always we make the same questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you imagine when you’re 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… you think: Will I be in the University? Will I be whit my friends? I will meet new friends? Will I have boyfriend? Will I live near my family? Will I have a driver’s license? And if I have it, will I have a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After you imagine that you’re 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… The questions are: ﻿Will I be married? Will I have a good work? Will I have a big house whit a big garden, whit a husband and my sons running in it? Will I happy with my live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But about these questions, you haven’t got the solutions, and neither the answer. I put this ages, because are the “typical age”, everybody speaks about it, I put this question but I know that was a lot…&lt;br /&gt;But the future it’s the future and nobody knows what will happen to us. It’s a mistake, it’s the big mistake, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it’s the big mistake of the live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;However I thing that we have to enjoy the live! The present live! We must to enjoy every day, every minute, every second... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the future are only dreams…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-3970966877368073094?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/3970966877368073094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=3970966877368073094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3970966877368073094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3970966877368073094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/11/future.html' title='the future'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0R8KW5GhEI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z1FrbXC3eU/s72-c/pregunta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-2634165416213120704</id><published>2007-11-19T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:09:06.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>neus's birthday ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well first of all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yeag. I know that your birthday is in 12 of November&lt;br /&gt;But the party of you birthday was on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic party, whit all of our friends, like Marius, Pep, Iñaki, Andreu, Guell, Oriol, David Gerard R, Gerard E, Joan, Eric, and our 6, sorry but maybe I forget someone. But someone can’t go to the party!&lt;br /&gt;It’s the first time that the boys said Oh thanks for the lunch! It was fantastic, the pasta are very good. It’s THE FIRST TIME! This is for celebrate (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of this, we gave Neus her presents! A watch, a sunglasses and a film called “el libro de la selva 2” because we know that she loves the first part. She tell us that she likes a lot the presents, because this (today Neus wear the watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party! We went to the disco HOT FATA! It was fantastic! We dancing a lot, we laughted, and we saw Dani Mata, a popular famous, he sing “lamento boliviano” it’s a nice song, but it’s the only that he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video, fall some photos, I know! But I haven’t got all, and the photos that I put are isn’t the best…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-df.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=1080863910570050271&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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=1080863910570050271&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/1080863910570050271/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910570050271&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/1080863910570050271/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-2634165416213120704?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2634165416213120704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2634165416213120704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2634165416213120704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2634165416213120704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/11/neus-birthday.html' title='neus&apos;s birthday ^^'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-2087924064213609800</id><published>2007-11-19T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:11:54.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water .. =) lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basket'/><title type='text'>We won 117 – 23!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes it’s true! Maybe you thing that this is impossible, but no… It’s real.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday we played with Institut Vicens Vives of Girona, they were very bad players! But of course, we are the best (lol). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In this match a part of did points we laughed a lot! Because, for example in the match, went I and another girl defended her she said:&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I can’t pass the ball, I can’t see anything”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it was ridiculous, because isn’t normal said this in the middle of the match. And in the last period we won 87 – 19, and our coach said to me and the others girls that we was in the bench &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;the girl that score the point 100, she must to go to the shower whit clothes”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Marta Puig did the point number 101! And when we finished the match, we putted her into the shower!! It was very funny! After for celebrate ours 117 points, we took a photo! But went we took the photo a girl threw a bottle of water… and well this is result: We were very wet! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0HDsG5GhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/uzfWEeMnPVw/s1600-h/eQipoooooooo+agua+xD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600212710851618" style="WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0HDsG5GhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/uzfWEeMnPVw/s400/eQipoooooooo+agua+xD.jpg" width="649" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the photo? It’s fantastic, and original no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good bye everybody, see you in class &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/7572777232175551534-2087924064213609800?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/2087924064213609800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=2087924064213609800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2087924064213609800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/2087924064213609800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-won-117-23.html' title='We won 117 – 23!'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/R0HDsG5GhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/uzfWEeMnPVw/s72-c/eQipoooooooo+agua+xD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-7029450735358251106</id><published>2007-10-30T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:29:23.218+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><title type='text'>do you imagine? (funny video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;What it's a for you give a &lt;strong&gt;kiss a strange person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;a romantic think, a stupid think, a filthy think ...  or what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that you can see this video, and after give your opinion&lt;br /&gt;Funny video, of a girl that... look look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApVg9lRs7JY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL Girls &lt;strong&gt;kissing monkeys&lt;/strong&gt;, thinking that they &lt;strong&gt;are kissing Models&lt;/strong&gt;....Monkey Kiss Girls Model &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the last time it’s you... maybe.. what do you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-7029450735358251106?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/7029450735358251106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=7029450735358251106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7029450735358251106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7029450735358251106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-imagine-funny-video.html' title='do you imagine? (funny video)'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-3122685507696532812</id><published>2007-10-16T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:46:25.670+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>my summer in Oxford..</title><content type='html'>This summer I went to Oxford for improve my english and also for improve basketball, I can recognize that my english it's a little be better and my basketball so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recognize that if you go two or three weeks far of your house for improve your inglish it's perfect. Because you stay all the time spoke in english, not only in the class if not you spoke inglish with the other people, because there you stay whit boys and girl of other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case I stay whit a friend of here, but in Oxford, in Saint Edward's school, in the room I been whit a japanese girl and with a french girl, the both are very sympathy. But There I had a lot of friends; I met a girls and boys of Russia, Portugal, Italy, Germany and more countries.&lt;br /&gt;In the school we only are 6 spanish people of 250... It’s poor, but the other spanish people are very nice and friendly. I think that you stay with another girl or boy or you country its better, because she or he can't do the translator. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school are perfect, the name is Saint Edward's School there in the winter is a normal high school, but it summer you can do a lot of sport and class of inglish. The school is the typical english building, whit a big garden, a towers, a building like a castel.. whit a big saloon... but the food in the school it's ASQUEROSA like all the english food, the only food are ok it’s the cakes and the Strarbucks coffee, it’s the best shop of cakes, coffees or other kind of food or drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this is all; I explain some thinks about 3 weeks that i went to Oxford!&lt;br /&gt;recommend it for everbody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i put two videos of all the photos of everybody.. this is only a littel summary that It describe this 3 fantastic weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the first part of the video&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0G2CPrI0Ms" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the second part:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8feUc4yn5z0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-3122685507696532812?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/3122685507696532812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=3122685507696532812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3122685507696532812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/3122685507696532812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-summer-in-oxford.html' title='my summer in Oxford..'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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-7572777232175551534.post-301370433114983604</id><published>2007-10-08T19:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:48:25.351+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basket'/><title type='text'>juniior =D my team*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/Rwpsv9bVrlI/AAAAAAAAABE/29AZBPxDH88/s1600-h/P6140663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119023497658871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EurdMvh0FWg/Rwpsv9bVrlI/AAAAAAAAABE/29AZBPxDH88/s400/P6140663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this isn't our best photo,, but it's the only that i have, and we are togheter^..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today for them...&lt;br /&gt;I know that they didn’t see this blog, but doesn’t matter I must to do this blog&lt;br /&gt;We aren’t the best players in Spain,&lt;br /&gt;We aren’t the best players in Girona&lt;br /&gt;I know that we aren’t the best. But this it’s not important&lt;br /&gt;Because we are a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for our friendship =D&lt;br /&gt;The most important aren’t if we win or lose, I say for everybody, that the most important&lt;br /&gt;It’s that we have a very big relation =D&lt;br /&gt;All the training we laugh, we talk a lot, and also but not a lot we do “basketballs” lol&lt;br /&gt;And in the match and in the bus, we laugh, we talk, we sing, we … We do a lot because we have a very good relation =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this and for more things I don’t want that this team &lt;em&gt;“Junior”&lt;/em&gt; going to worse… we are ok, and come what may &lt;strong&gt;We need to stay together&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I write that we played two matches and we won, not for all, but we won lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for everybody (K)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-301370433114983604?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/301370433114983604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=301370433114983604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/301370433114983604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/301370433114983604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/10/juniior-d-my-team.html' title='juniior =D my team*'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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/_EurdMvh0FWg/Rwpsv9bVrlI/AAAAAAAAABE/29AZBPxDH88/s72-c/P6140663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572777232175551534.post-7026308932501118506</id><published>2007-10-03T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:24:45.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craig David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 days'/><title type='text'>7 days ~ Craig David</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On my way to see my friends&lt;br /&gt;who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh)&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the subway&lt;br /&gt;it must have been about quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body&lt;br /&gt;She asked me for the time&lt;br /&gt;I said it'd cost her her name&lt;br /&gt;a six digit number and a date with me tomorrow at nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she decline? No Didn't she mind?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so Was it for real?&lt;br /&gt;Damn sure What was the deal?&lt;br /&gt;A pretty girl aged 24 So was she keen?&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't wait Cinnamon queen?&lt;br /&gt;let me update What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd love to rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what we were gonna do&lt;br /&gt;said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;took her for a drink on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursdayand Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl on Monday took her for a drink&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine was the time cos&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting mine and she was looking&lt;br /&gt;fine Smooth&lt;br /&gt;talker she told me&lt;br /&gt;She'd love to unfold me all night long&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I loved the way she kicked it&lt;br /&gt;from the front to back she flipped&lt;br /&gt;(back she flipped it, ooh the way she kicked it)&lt;br /&gt;And I oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I yeah hope that she'd care cos&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man who'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah I'm not a man to play around baby&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cos a one night stand isn't really fair&lt;br /&gt;From the first impression girl him you don't seem to be like that&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's no need to chat for there'll be plenty for that&lt;br /&gt;From the subway to my home endless ringing of my phone&lt;br /&gt;When you feeling all alone all you gotta do is just call me call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;took her for a drink on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursdayand Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl on Monday took her for a drink&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Break it down, uh break it down)&lt;br /&gt;Since I met this special lady&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I can't get her of my mind&lt;br /&gt;She's one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't about to deny it I&lt;br /&gt;t's a special kind thing with you-oh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;took her for a drink on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursdayand Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl on Monday took her for a drink&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday we were making love by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYwZywT1Bb0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope that you like this song&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me this song had a very good memorys, because I leraned in Oxford, in summer, and I passed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the day sang! i think that it's fantastic, it's a song that speak of the "love" and "how  to get a girl" and also speak of all the days of the week! Maybe do you don't like this song... but everyone have her/his tastes... I know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time that I lisening this song, i Thought! oh it's a stupid song! why speak about the days of the week, but after when I heard this song one time, and another, and another,  I like every time much and much, ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572777232175551534-7026308932501118506?l=mrcee91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/feeds/7026308932501118506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572777232175551534&amp;postID=7026308932501118506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7026308932501118506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572777232175551534/posts/default/7026308932501118506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcee91.blogspot.com/2007/10/7-days-craig-david.html' title='7 days ~ Craig David'/><author><name>_mrcee*</name><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
