<?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-4410915852048546289</id><updated>2012-02-05T09:14:38.523-08:00</updated><category term='2nd term'/><category term='1st term'/><category term='task'/><category term='my-world'/><title type='text'>Save the drama for your mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-6389986602662782410</id><published>2012-02-05T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:14:38.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><title type='text'>A song I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RVGvf7HCYd8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lana del rey - This is what makes us girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember how we used to party up all night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recorda com feiem la festa tota la nit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miravem a veure si podiem probar una mica de la vida real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drinking in the small town firelight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beguent en un petit poble, a la llum del poble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pabst Blue Ribbon amb gel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet sixteen and we had arrived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Els dolços setze(anys) i fins allà havíem arribat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminavem pels carrers quan van xiular "Hola, hola!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stealin' police cars with the senior guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robant cotxes de policia amb nois d'alt nivell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teachers said we'd never make it out alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Els profes deien que mai aconseguiríem sortir-ne vius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;There she was my new best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allà estava la meva millor amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les sabates de tacó en les seves mans, tremolant en el vent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quan va començar a plorar, el rimel corrent pels seus ulls de Bambi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lana, how I hate those guys."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lana, com odio aquets nois".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all look for heaven and we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes busquem el paradís i posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una cosa per la qual moriríem, és la nostra maledicció&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about it, don't cry about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per aixó, no ploris per aixó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all stick together 'cause we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes ens quedem juntes per que posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about him, don't cry about him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per ell, no ploris per ell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all gonna happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot aixó passará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's where the beginning of the end begun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I així és com va commençar el final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody knew that we had too much fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tothom sabía que ens divertiem massa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were skippin' school and drinkin' on the job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vam estar fent campana i beguent en el treball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(With the boss)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Amb el cap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet sixteen and we had arrived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Els dolços setze(anys) i fins allà havíem arribat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby's table dancin' at the local dive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bébé ballava sobre la taula més alta del local&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheerin our names in the pink spotlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brindant pel nostre nom en els llums roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drinkin' cherry schnapps in the velvet night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beguent licor de cirera dins del vellut de la nit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yo we used to go break in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo solia anar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;to the hotel pool, glimmer and we’d swim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A la piscina de l'hotel, brillant i nadavem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fugint de la policia en els nostres tops negres del bikini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screaming, "Get us while we're hot. Get us while we're hot"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cridant "Agafan's mentre que estem calentes. Agafan's mentre que estem calentes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Come on take a shot)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Vine a fer-te una foto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all look for heaven and we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes busquem el paradís i posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una cosa per la qual moriríem, és la nostra maledicció&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about it, don't cry about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per aixó, no ploris per aixó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all stick together 'cause we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes ens quedem juntes per que posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about him, don't cry about him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per ell, no ploris per ell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all gonna happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot aixó passará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La més bonica entre la multitud que havíes vist mai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cintes en el seu cabell i significat en els seus ulls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una genereció de reines de la bellesa degenerades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you know something?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saps una cosa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;They were the only friends I ever had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van ser els unics amics que vaig tenir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We got into trouble and when stuff got bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ens vam ficar en problemes i quan les coses van anar malament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em van enviar lluny d'aquí, m'acomiadava desde la plataforma del tren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crying 'cause I know I'm never comin' back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plorant perquè sabía que mai més tornaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all look for heaven and we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes busquem el paradís i posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una cosa per la qual moriríem, és la nostra maledicció&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about it, don't cry about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per aixó, no ploris per aixó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what makes us girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aixó és el que ens fa noies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all stick together 'cause we put our love first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes ens quedem juntes per que posem el nostre amor abans de tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't cry about him, don't cry about him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ploris per ell, no ploris per ell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all gonna happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot aixó passará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-6389986602662782410?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6389986602662782410/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/6389986602662782410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/6389986602662782410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-i-like.html' title='A song I like.'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RVGvf7HCYd8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-803777044902378425</id><published>2012-02-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:15:38.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiences in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;-When I was eight years old, two guys of fourteen hit me in the street. It learnt me to trust no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-803777044902378425?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/803777044902378425/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/experiences-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/803777044902378425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/803777044902378425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/experiences-in-my-life.html' title='Experiences in my life'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-7985496724005051116</id><published>2012-02-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:52:27.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my-world'/><title type='text'>Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;My favorite singer;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXRtHLVwcUo/Tyq7NnCOFLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S_tlSMAMI5k/s400/coeur-de-pirate-3_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704577720509142194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her name is &lt;b&gt;Béatrice Martin&lt;/b&gt; and she is from Canada, Quebec. She sings in french and sometimes in english. Her singer name is &lt;i&gt;Coeur de pirate&lt;/i&gt; and it means "Heart of a pirate". I love all her songs since the first time that I heard her first single "Comme des enfants" (Like children). She just finished to record her second album, I was waiting for it for longtime. One day, I would like to go to one of her concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite actor;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ2z0CzmX0o/Tyq9ODEbVTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E6udwsywBlo/s320/381674_308170702560032_230552770321826_845100_2000583076_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704579927057847602" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;/b&gt; because he is very handsome and he always act in good and funny movies like Kiss&amp;amp;Kill, Sex friends, Something happens in Las Vegas... and that's 70s show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-7985496724005051116?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7985496724005051116/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/artists.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/7985496724005051116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/7985496724005051116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/artists.html' title='Artists'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXRtHLVwcUo/Tyq7NnCOFLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S_tlSMAMI5k/s72-c/coeur-de-pirate-3_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-2895308892811353771</id><published>2012-02-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:28:00.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my-world'/><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;My favorites movies;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorites movies are &lt;b&gt;The life before her eyes&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Easy A&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;From Paris with love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-RXR-aRS_c/Tyqk-5GR_TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bmvG4z2QmH4/s400/tumblr_lpo6hrYVJ01r0i1s4o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704553278404164914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The life before her eye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; is about two best friends in a University. One day one of the students come with a gun and shoot all the other students but they were in the toilets so they were the last remnants. When he found them he give them the choice; just shoot one of them two, they had to decide. T&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;he rest of the film we see the life of the protagonist (Emma) before and how she imagine that it going to be if he kill her best friend. Finally she says to him to kill her and after that he kill himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnFUCc_q1Qc/TyqrMjia_aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x-IdG4d81Zs/s320/tumblr_ly7s5op5Hs1qikf1go1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704560110204550562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy A&lt;/b&gt; is a comedy, it talks about a girl who lied about her "first time" and everybody start to ask her to tell to the people things that never happened for money and things like that. Finally everybody started to hate her and abuse of her. But at last she said the truth to everybody and the boy that she loved since she had five became her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVQ_ws_TETg/TyqwSYjO1II/AAAAAAAAAGA/0xsteE0SJ1U/s320/tumblr_ljpr15FLEw1qe2fnco1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704565707892511874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Paris with love&lt;/b&gt; is a action movie. It is about a secret agent who is in love with a women that he going to marry but, in a mission, he discovers that she is a spy and he have to kill her. At first, he don't do it because he love her but finally he do because she wanted to put dynamite in the &lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Convention Center of Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;A movie that I w&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;ant to see;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dItwYjQi9A8/Tyq07ZQVfmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HZBsMBPU0TM/s400/la-locandina-di-incompreso-46193_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704570810502839906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;L'incompresso&lt;/b&gt;, a movie of Luigi Comencini explain the story of a boy who was misunderstood by his father. One day he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;is mounted on a tree, fall into a river and die drowned because his wanted to attract his attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I want to see this movie but I don't know where I can find it because it's a very old one.&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/4410915852048546289-2895308892811353771?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2895308892811353771/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/films.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/2895308892811353771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/2895308892811353771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/02/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-RXR-aRS_c/Tyqk-5GR_TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bmvG4z2QmH4/s72-c/tumblr_lpo6hrYVJ01r0i1s4o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-496076481115194666</id><published>2012-01-30T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:09:17.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my-world'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorites books;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a girl who reads a lot. I have three books which I really enjoyed. Their are; &lt;b&gt;Don't kill me&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;i&gt;Chiara Palazzolo&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The squirrels of Central Park are sad on Mondays&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;i&gt;Katherine Panacol&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ten little niggers&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;i&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QLUhSQZGbU/Tyb6hB26FAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IYetF6kDqlE/s200/No%2Bme%2Bmates_Chiara%2BPalazzolo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703521423452673026" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't kill me&lt;/b&gt; talks about a girl and boy in love who die of overdose but their love resuscitate the girls. She's really surprised, and she know that if she's back to life is because of their love because before of the overdose, his boyfriend, told her that they going to live together again. But she don't understand why he's not with her and she wait him because she thinks that she's going to bring him back to life with her love. But that doesn't happens. She became like a vampire and have to kill people to survive. A lot of people think that this book is like "Twilight" but it isn't. I don't really like twilight, this book is really different and it makes you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1Mfq8FxoYc/Tyls85fXbGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DUgTnMxUqeE/s200/66614718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704210196521774178" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The squirrels of Central Park are sad on Mondays&lt;/b&gt; explain many stories about life of different people. It's very interesting, they always happening things to them and they have different ages, for this reason everybody can read this book and everybody likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I read it I didn't knew that there's more books before this but it doesn't matter because they always explain what happened if it's necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XapRAL_3mTk/Tyl8VyDvWHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/d91gAyXILP8/s200/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704227116697999474" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ten little niggers &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: justify; "&gt; And then there were none &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;is a mystery story. It talks about ten persons who came in a little island for job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;questions and there happening murders. They can't leave the island and they don't know who is the murderer. All they ten commit bad actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally everybody die except a woman but she hanged herself because she was very &lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;tortured by her conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;PS; If you want to know who was the murderer read the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Innovation;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuTdvrcMSeg/TymV_nqidzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ztAGp8EJYsw/s320/tumblr_l1xe94K2Es1qbc2wko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704255323253143346" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a book published by Adris group and it shines in the dark. They had a very good 2008 and decided to do a annual report of this year in a book like that; you just can read it in the dark. &lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;The counterpart is the radiation. I know that they don't make shining wristwatches anymore because they was radioactive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-496076481115194666?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/496076481115194666/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/books.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/496076481115194666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/496076481115194666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QLUhSQZGbU/Tyb6hB26FAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IYetF6kDqlE/s72-c/No%2Bme%2Bmates_Chiara%2BPalazzolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-7719792670356010855</id><published>2012-01-30T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:53:31.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><title type='text'>My dreams and challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreams&lt;/i&gt;; I would like to travel with my best friend Jessica to Nice, in France. This idea came up to me because my parents have a friend there and I thought that we could go to visit her. I want to get holidays in France with another friend this summer, I invited her last summer to visit me and she going to do the same this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Challenges&lt;/i&gt;; Get the ESO is the most important challenge for me, I need to do it and if I don't, my parents will never talk to me again(well, they going to do it but I am always pessimist like that, that helps me to advance) and I just can't waste a year of my life, it's immoral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-7719792670356010855?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7719792670356010855/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dreams-and-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/7719792670356010855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/7719792670356010855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dreams-and-challenges.html' title='My dreams and challenges'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-3971185163523399445</id><published>2012-01-29T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:42:31.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd term'/><title type='text'>New year's resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt; will be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will get the ESO&lt;br /&gt;-study more&lt;br /&gt;-strive to undestand math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will stop to be shy&lt;br /&gt;-go out more&lt;br /&gt;-start conversations with unknown people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will laugh more and stress less&lt;br /&gt;-don't focus on problems&lt;br /&gt;-stop to care about people who don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will improve my relationship with my parents&lt;br /&gt;-listen to them&lt;br /&gt;-have more patience&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish all the projects in this blog&lt;br /&gt;-redactate all the articles of the 1st term that I didn't redact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account. ~Oscar Wilde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-3971185163523399445?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3971185163523399445/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/3971185163523399445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/3971185163523399445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New year&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-8607084674204710332</id><published>2012-01-21T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:41:30.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><title type='text'>A day in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Monday to F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;riday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wake up at 6 o'clock. I get up, I dress up and have breakfast (in the morning, I use to eat cereal) and go to school. First, I have to catch the bus at 7:30 and I arrived there at 8:00. I participate to the school classes. Then, when they're finished I catch the buss again and back home. There I eat something, do my homework and study. At 20 I have lunch and go to take a shower, I prepare my schoolbag for the next day and go to the computer to surf the internet. At 21:30 I go to the bed and read a book for almost thirty minutes or one hour. If I don't read I can &lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;difficulty falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;At the weekend I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt; never do something in concrete. Sometimes I go to elsewhere with my parents or I meet friends or I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;st stay a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;t home watching TV or studying. Sometimes I really enjoy my weekends and have a go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;od time and sometimes I get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4R4nUg2SDU/TybyLg0EH1I/AAAAAAAAACY/DvxZjm4eS44/s320/tumblr_ltrnuzAwNM1qbid95o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703512257712103250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rWlOEfhBog/TybxlO8KD-I/AAAAAAAAACA/r15-zwB1GDg/s320/1813_c685_large.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703511600079179746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-8607084674204710332?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8607084674204710332/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/8607084674204710332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/8607084674204710332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-in-my-life.html' title='A day in my life.'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4R4nUg2SDU/TybyLg0EH1I/AAAAAAAAACY/DvxZjm4eS44/s72-c/tumblr_ltrnuzAwNM1qbid95o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-9039510972587663404</id><published>2011-10-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:45:04.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><title type='text'>An Animal in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVQaPFftBpA/TybzJZVLY0I/AAAAAAAAACk/2n_P7SD120k/s1600/tumblr_lx4jbapbLL1qf0bl4o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVQaPFftBpA/TybzJZVLY0I/AAAAAAAAACk/2n_P7SD120k/s320/tumblr_lx4jbapbLL1qf0bl4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703513320855397186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fox is active mainly at dusk and night. It is usually a solitary animal, although they can live in pairs or in groups of permanent one male and two or three females.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fox is a discrete animal. He is cunning, agile, restless and light. It has an amazing smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I look like a fox because I like to be discreet... Some people also say that physically I look like a fox.&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/4410915852048546289-9039510972587663404?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/9039510972587663404/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2011/10/animal-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/9039510972587663404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/9039510972587663404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2011/10/animal-in-me.html' title='An Animal in Me'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVQaPFftBpA/TybzJZVLY0I/AAAAAAAAACk/2n_P7SD120k/s72-c/tumblr_lx4jbapbLL1qf0bl4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410915852048546289.post-8465844952725298005</id><published>2011-10-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:43:50.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><title type='text'>Intelligence test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEF6Ht6HMiw/TpWjN5PKR0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h6u7LpbOTbI/s1600/Dibujo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662611565586302786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEF6Ht6HMiw/TpWjN5PKR0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h6u7LpbOTbI/s320/Dibujo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This test shows that I have a high level of musical and visual/apatial intelligence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not agree with the results because of after that, I'm not very smart and it's a bit decevent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410915852048546289-8465844952725298005?l=nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8465844952725298005/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2011/10/intelligence-test.html#comment-form' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/8465844952725298005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410915852048546289/posts/default/8465844952725298005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinglikeyouandi.blogspot.com/2011/10/intelligence-test.html' title='Intelligence test'/><author><name>Katia I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315798153379740896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lOo5BIQBO8/Tyb22pMBqEI/AAAAAAAAADA/crukyq4xGgc/s220/317807_287029877978204_100000135823233_1365005_1889857986_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEF6Ht6HMiw/TpWjN5PKR0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h6u7LpbOTbI/s72-c/Dibujo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
