tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349200802024-03-07T04:50:29.983+00:00The Teased1sM.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-45388577280494473952007-12-31T18:50:00.000+00:002007-12-31T18:53:00.775+00:00<div align="center"><a title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics" href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/"><img alt="glitter graphics" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o207/bicfomh/gg01/newyear/newyear002.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br /><b><a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/happy-new-year.html">Glitter Happy New Year Graphics</a></b></b><br /></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-39177708115245874482007-12-24T10:52:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:05:57.319+00:00Christmas 2007<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOvp-_H1PEe2VZHIvgFfH79WIRRuzIE1LqJta8iZP5foUexGiDFfF-QXWGQjQpogqZaR-4vX2KNwOz1vpj1NCif1UckAi-T480xAWgUNqBHQTOJKJzk4qq1FmSMEudtwtLddpPA/s1600-h/1phhollyjolly.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148047670419476322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOvp-_H1PEe2VZHIvgFfH79WIRRuzIE1LqJta8iZP5foUexGiDFfF-QXWGQjQpogqZaR-4vX2KNwOz1vpj1NCif1UckAi-T480xAWgUNqBHQTOJKJzk4qq1FmSMEudtwtLddpPA/s400/1phhollyjolly.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-10325171559692526812007-11-05T22:35:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:05:57.472+00:00Quick return<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZPAhfIYHNYu98rmDLdIGObE4lGZG2qvA2gXYYSrmTHoXvdAgxfvchttv0B9pwjOnT8W1uVmZTuv9jfF8Qok6PQQl-D0qFaauCJCexzUym_CsprYoP9k2XS0OJEMJwN2Z7p2f4A/s1600-h/DSC08870.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129488727772597746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZPAhfIYHNYu98rmDLdIGObE4lGZG2qvA2gXYYSrmTHoXvdAgxfvchttv0B9pwjOnT8W1uVmZTuv9jfF8Qok6PQQl-D0qFaauCJCexzUym_CsprYoP9k2XS0OJEMJwN2Z7p2f4A/s400/DSC08870.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6666;">Just felt like coming here today.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hope you're doing ok </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">far from </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">old "pressures" and "tortures"... LOL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>Your ex-E.T.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-188008538732400512007-07-16T21:34:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.066+00:00Coming back ... These guys from A to Z<div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087896493062490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kvQrAZD2vZv8RwdXpktmDuikb7tjy26Ww3-uY4TIKb6qsxX_Qd2_yZMvlhWUVFVjnCahRRnqxTgUfErmaIfkzQlYSHRXxBq83I_SXpyD_tLRT-t5qcXxuZ5UWHWprI5szT2TXg/s400/3dcap_001.gif" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>**active**<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087896574666869314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFantgu2_RB034f46JcnGxf0LoLHP9dpmK1q77JpmbV2hUi1NcSR5aN_SLRg43hIbik71_JNJNvUx5oC7muCqYObsRmcKvg0oRhEEfDWl7KBWU4vE7F__mMW85UHLUlNhvC8Cc8w/s400/3dcap_002.gif" border="0" />**bashful**<br /></strong></span><blockquote></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087896651976280658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja56gtWaNDp5RpMEfTY7b9HRpPQRLgBBzOuIbZnFoaicp0q5WVHIzsEdLzcA557C0sX_3dBDWNl3qcGeddky0Gk1JNQTLIJSRrhCjptVElatjKfgJSLsCaYFaWlKQbmVlaIDTThA/s400/3dcap_003.gif" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">** clever**</span></strong><br /> </div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-21758921786449938452007-06-04T19:03:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.262+00:00An end which is not an end!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtOS2LZ4vqrUYE8fY4onAxjZlHuTxUPSCvsomtANd_d56IyhCuLos4BCL5vfq5gVRXhc0zIgP42ahKPaN6oQiAQm5rYJ83YSF5jXfNGI0XlELfpV7il8raGK9mQt5jW1ZOtbPCw/s1600-h/DSC08827.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072271705665873234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtOS2LZ4vqrUYE8fY4onAxjZlHuTxUPSCvsomtANd_d56IyhCuLos4BCL5vfq5gVRXhc0zIgP42ahKPaN6oQiAQm5rYJ83YSF5jXfNGI0XlELfpV7il8raGK9mQt5jW1ZOtbPCw/s400/DSC08827.JPG" width="417" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong> THANK YOU!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>You're all in my heart!</strong> </span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">The English Teacher</span></strong></em></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-92122443518559669392007-05-25T21:31:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.416+00:00This afternoon<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgr10WgpEzVabVBCpcleaUsrDONY4RNOb-FwBaYlyGrj98-LFpb_Ax4TnidbjfDgzU4ascojCldfu3HA5fP6j8U1Nzi4mZ6CIOIdody3RdfXuUBzTH8a4k8krwjXE315Hmg88MQ/s1600-h/11.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068599177915311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgr10WgpEzVabVBCpcleaUsrDONY4RNOb-FwBaYlyGrj98-LFpb_Ax4TnidbjfDgzU4ascojCldfu3HA5fP6j8U1Nzi4mZ6CIOIdody3RdfXuUBzTH8a4k8krwjXE315Hmg88MQ/s400/11.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> They did what they were supposed to. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote>For the last time. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote>I was there sitting on my chair "policing" them </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">and thinking </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I should allow feelings out of my locked heart </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">which is </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">right now </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">made up with at least a wee little bit of each of theirs.</span></div><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span></blockquote><div align="center">The English teacher</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(being truthful at </span></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> a weak moment??)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div></span>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-61385971564891565952007-05-21T16:07:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.630+00:00Students' riddles this time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-aOQWWpLNxGIUcx5kZ3vbw24FrRuFWhEXPMbnbl5M-W1WnYtyem4LJDPNEV6yDXwxaPHhQOoM3yDQDi3h3ao21w0wBptmsNB8Xy-2t7qeKAVlxYCbWU1mNBm6VdAjaRtHQvTDQ/s1600-h/TN_stress_323.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067032760392787074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-aOQWWpLNxGIUcx5kZ3vbw24FrRuFWhEXPMbnbl5M-W1WnYtyem4LJDPNEV6yDXwxaPHhQOoM3yDQDi3h3ao21w0wBptmsNB8Xy-2t7qeKAVlxYCbWU1mNBm6VdAjaRtHQvTDQ/s400/TN_stress_323.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> Being asked to write riddles of their own, two kids came to these:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>"What's the name of a man with a gun in the middle of a corn plantation?"</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Answer:</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Serial killer</em></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;">Author: Daniel</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>"Very strange, very unusual,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>Never yours, never normal,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>It asks for more and more</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>It makes your head spin</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>And your eyes see twenties"</strong></em></span></div><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>What am I talking about?</strong></em></p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="right"><em> </em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em> </em><strong>Answer<em>:</em></strong><em> <strong>English tests</strong></em></p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="right"></span></span><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;">Author: DanieMartinWade</span></em></strong></p></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-70727145448973906762007-05-19T21:15:00.001+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.783+00:00Some silly meaningless questions to which the students gave a sense...<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">1st Text</span></strong></div><blockquote><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066368367606801490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPr82NVl-NGXDAlOAAumZSQSML-pM__NB_X6SmqqWH57vfJ1kdQbEjbJab4zKeDPSfEQGkqdv4B16b8MvdAzxvx6BmyrIc0t5GwPtEQ0nBfCxUbIwlRvup0Lg8Jnz4QWOx_sGXsg/s400/liebe2002.jpg" border="0" /></p></blockquote><div align="center"></div><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>You and Me<br /></strong><br />Because … because nothing makes sense in this whole world. Everything is upside down but I won’t run to change it… there are some things we can only find in this confusion … this has to be like this because we have to try ti learn from our mistakes.<br />In the beginning there were trees and dead trees, agony and hope... now when I look at the mirror of dreams, there aren’t green plains anymore. I’m tired of this. I have been dealing with this for so long!...<br />Now I want you to know, I want you to see what happened next. Forgive me if this is not up to you. In our reality there are many people around us. Thousands of wishes cut away the air we breathe.<br />How could we do that? Your fantasy world is so far from mine!... Sometimes we are blinded by our own wishes.<br />I needed to tell you this… Will anyone hear me? I don’t give up! If we never try, we’ll never know…Here I wrote my hopes and fears. And I put this letter into a bottle. Maybe on the other side of the ocean, somewhere, there is someone to hear my words.<br />This pain will end when someone sings some sweet words into my ear.<br />We live in a society of strangers. Sad businessmen, frustrated women. You can’t fail, you can’t fall, you can’t lose. The weak always seek the weaker till they have broken them. Nobody feels, nobody has any sense of beauty. If something breaks, everyone looks aside, everyone gets angry and our imagination is locked up in a big box.<br />I hope you’ve reached this point, my friend, you know… Why hasn’t everybody reacted in the same way I did? Everybody is afraid to say what is in their heart. Everybody is afraid to live, to climb, to fall. But I don’t want to miss a thing. I won’t miss it. We want to overreact but it’s hard to break up our jail, our chains.<br />I could pay a psychologist but what for? I could write all this on a diary but… what for? In these words I found a therapy.<br />I still believe in Man. You are my last hope.<br />In the end, I’ll hear your whisper singing to me from very far. Very softly. And in you words I’ll find a meaning.<br />And on this big green and blue ball, always running away from feeling, there’ll e just you and me. Somewhere ... Somewhere only us know about…. </span></p></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>DianeMartinWade</strong></span></p>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-7054514475342623032007-05-17T22:13:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:58.902+00:00A "word" riddle this time... Can you guess who is involved in all this "wordy" mess?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EztjBpE9Ife_MDyM2q_Er4Z6HNzO2eEqTaGK-04xLA6BO2tCDEdADhW7I2yCIjZw7z2lceIaEfDHFLEqYSP9y6221VaxeXE6ZrPjuJEWrxroZdZGBCOwJipqQ_YltA7qGhxOqg/s1600-h/palavras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065641886773584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EztjBpE9Ife_MDyM2q_Er4Z6HNzO2eEqTaGK-04xLA6BO2tCDEdADhW7I2yCIjZw7z2lceIaEfDHFLEqYSP9y6221VaxeXE6ZrPjuJEWrxroZdZGBCOwJipqQ_YltA7qGhxOqg/s400/palavras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There are many words that are only words... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">There are many attitudes that mean more than words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">There are words that offend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">There are words which are no words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">There are feeelings which have no translation into words</span></div><div align="center"><blockquote><span style="color:#990000;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#990000;">All this mess with words all over explains somebody's attitude...</span></div><div align="center"><blockquote><span style="color:#990000;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#990000;">Who's that?<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-35927461629867826802007-05-02T21:42:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:59.127+00:00Riddle... Can anybody find out?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXA2LFW_tcGB_dLIi8-j4f1eO4-0Er53Piqmf4tfmTxKM8CrT-mykeTN54tqj2-7l_MOefoxa_BRYG2Ok6PgXHcmTgAzg2eD6LjH5w3BHqNwyJRYnqjXS5L0wVYU_Kb6KEvk3jag/s1600-h/cute19.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060069594553640674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXA2LFW_tcGB_dLIi8-j4f1eO4-0Er53Piqmf4tfmTxKM8CrT-mykeTN54tqj2-7l_MOefoxa_BRYG2Ok6PgXHcmTgAzg2eD6LjH5w3BHqNwyJRYnqjXS5L0wVYU_Kb6KEvk3jag/s400/cute19.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Green? ... He has a coat!<br />Sailing through Life on a boat,<br />Voice often stuck in the throat<br />Building sandcastles without moat<br /><br /><strong>Who's that?</strong><br /></span><br /></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-31132552305220399312007-05-01T20:40:00.000+01:002007-05-01T20:43:53.839+01:00English Punctuation<p align="center"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-buiOOwXatM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-buiOOwXatM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-3871370335033439372007-04-20T22:40:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:59.259+00:00Why I like these guys<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58e2X-R8ehTw1CL02At6Wayl1Li1t_z-JdhyOfiJY3Nxs_YcioFosczTXg7TgPRGfduRt0MeRQXYIEpKFvywEbvT4eX9FTMOrDHfqzzvHDb7OY3ab_o_oq24JWk_IVOXzsbTSKg/s1600-h/07.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055628978139449538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58e2X-R8ehTw1CL02At6Wayl1Li1t_z-JdhyOfiJY3Nxs_YcioFosczTXg7TgPRGfduRt0MeRQXYIEpKFvywEbvT4eX9FTMOrDHfqzzvHDb7OY3ab_o_oq24JWk_IVOXzsbTSKg/s400/07.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> I'm fond </span></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote>of Ana Isabel because ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Bárbara Sofia because... and because ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Bruno "Kittycat" because... because ... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Carla Sofia because ... because .... because ... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Cátia<strong> </strong>because... because .... because .... because ... and because....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Daniel</span><strong> </strong></span>"Quiducho" because... because... because.... because... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Diana Luísa because ... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Diana Martins because ... because ... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Manela because ... because ... because ... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Fatinha because... because... because... because ... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Marlene because ... and because ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Patrícia "ticha" because... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Pedro because... because... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Renatito because... because... because... because... and because....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Rosie because ... because ... because.... because... because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Tiago Faia because... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Maria because... because... and because....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Tiago Heitor because... because... because... and because.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">of Tiago Filipe because ... because.. because.... because.... and because...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">And that's all for now, folks! </span></div><div align="center"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;">The many or the few "because" don't mean you're more or less liked... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Now it's up to you to understand what those dots really mean. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'm not worried about their meaning at all because ... I know what they stand for.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">LOL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Love ya all the same</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Your English Teacher...</span></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-17085922255197252092007-04-13T22:26:00.000+01:002007-04-13T22:57:22.693+01:00To all of you...<p align="center"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-bbQUDFkdsU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-bbQUDFkdsU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...but ... to <strong>that very one</strong> in special!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">It's easy to find out who that one is, isn't it?</span><br /></p>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-54582545128407681622007-04-12T16:36:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:05:59.766+00:00A "15-advice tree" ! Target : The English Teacher<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s1600-h/tree3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052566576756406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s400/tree3.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">It was at this year start (2007) that I asked these guys here to think of a tree that would bloom in Spring and be with a new leaf cover... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">That tree would contain advices for me to make into blossoms improving or maintaining attitudes, shared feelings or improving mistakes in my/our classes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">They had fun doing their assignments, I had fun reading them. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I even got surprised and moved with what they conveyed to me with this work. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Today I'll post some of the most interesting things I came to. </span></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center">The next step will be the visual presentation that is usually outstanding. </div><div align="center">These guys do have imagination and esthetic taste!</span></div><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s1600-h/tree3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052566576756406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s400/tree3.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> "Teacher, you could motivate your students more if you wrote e-mails to them" <strong>Pedro</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You should live without any fear" - <strong>Marlene</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You shouldn't compare 11ºB (us) so often to 11º A! Different classgroups, different people." <strong>Renato</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Don't say things you could regret later! I think you do it sometimes!" - <strong>Ana Isabel</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You should give a little more attention to our blog" - <strong>Carla Sofia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"When you feel down, you shouldn't go to FNAC because there you spent your money with things you don't need!"- <strong>Patrícia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You should go on paying attention to the students who have more difficulty at English so that they can take more advantage out of what you teach" - <strong>Manela</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You shouldn't get so angry with your students as you sometimes do because you make them feel unhappy!" - <strong>Diana Luísa</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"For this new year I advise you to look at the present taking in mind you have to learn out of the mistakes of the past" - <strong>Daniel</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You should always be a good-humoured person" - <strong>Bárbara Sofia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Don't give up the relationship you have with your students because it's a very good one!" - <strong>Manela</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Don't change your way!! That makes you different from the other teachers!" - <strong>Ana Isabel</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Keep the telepathic conversations with your students!" - <strong>Renato</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Give value to what has real value and forget what hasn't" - <strong>Marlene</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Do not embarrass your students because they really get at a loss when you do so!" </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">- <strong>Diana Luísa</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"You shouldn't accept anyone saying you aren't special because everyone is special in their own way!" - <strong>Carla Sofia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Teacher, you could once in a while speak more in Portuguese in classes because sometimes it's difficult for some of your students to understand you in English!" - <strong>Pedro</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"Don't lose your will strength to teach your students no matter what the school problems are like!" - <strong>Barbara Sofia</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">"If we did a homework like this, you should also try to find out 15 advices for us!" - <strong>Patrícia</strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s1600-h/tree3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052566576756406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRBE_ygrP6SXX2VJr2lS_L40Uj5ybcPD1kw7wfCPdwdOPPAvi0L9ACeIfrlaCxtZeBaNiykpIlVrMU4SuFisLELW-AKS0OsWwgWWdInHiEFcUgQ8ZDkmQ236Ds_qek_KQpXi3Pg/s400/tree3.gif" border="0" /></a> </div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-19037938328946978072007-04-12T16:34:00.000+01:002007-04-12T16:35:34.982+01:00Getting Back...It's been a long time without posting... Sorry for such an absence!M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-3329746565735199692007-02-12T23:25:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:00.369+00:00On Valentine's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZK48DMg_HZI0mYdeZ1RjQNPfLE3QXsk-QZ5q1w8bFfWJGADyfkU43MGUJW5fDKGWFNjZTHAwuOksjIIJhMYnX0ddgld6NqP5ipXuu-qn9G6Nz1D3IodKufuUH0cbVJ9UN-lznA/s1600-h/gif_palaceva20.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030795320980286082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZK48DMg_HZI0mYdeZ1RjQNPfLE3QXsk-QZ5q1w8bFfWJGADyfkU43MGUJW5fDKGWFNjZTHAwuOksjIIJhMYnX0ddgld6NqP5ipXuu-qn9G6Nz1D3IodKufuUH0cbVJ9UN-lznA/s400/gif_palaceva20.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030795471304141458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAzbdFCbvgt1sXiqg3vb1W9LHGs7gfWmVxtQX2YqVmfLNEPoln-v-OuK48lRSLV201RnUKlWdrshAkllz-LAqUWPLdCdxxC-IsR6Vnc9PZXhYsxsDsx9kehhXeG5_W8cHVHc81A/s400/gif_palaceva3.gif" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc0000;">(Sorry for not posting anything lately but am having problems with my PC which will hopefully be solved soon.) </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>The English Teacher</strong></em></span></p>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-12240206981895810602007-01-20T22:38:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:00.595+00:00Pedro worries about the negative effects of advertising<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6xpf12ADBypuWlGuS-pDApBN2mjU_b6ZK4ltMR8eVlEzLcqGnMxekfHXDjBl7jIbkRlEpQTI2BE5ZHa_vUhN-Ev0XdYnSrhMoZw19RGEJ_eUP7zSqNR83aYMJSKtbzP5DI1yqQ/s1600-h/advertising_ill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022247946408885154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6xpf12ADBypuWlGuS-pDApBN2mjU_b6ZK4ltMR8eVlEzLcqGnMxekfHXDjBl7jIbkRlEpQTI2BE5ZHa_vUhN-Ev0XdYnSrhMoZw19RGEJ_eUP7zSqNR83aYMJSKtbzP5DI1yqQ/s400/advertising_ill.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">"<em>Advertising space is one of my favourite songs by a British pop music icon,<br />Robbie Williams, who sings a polemic theme beautifully. </em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>He gives his voice and talent to call people’s attention to advertising negative aspects. In fact, Robbie Williams’s song is an amazing story about today’s world.<br /></em><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Robbie Williams - Advertising Space<br /></strong><br />There's no earthly way of knowing<br />What was in your heart<br />When it stopped going<br />The whole world shook<br />A storm was blowing through you<br /><br />Waiting for God to stop this<br />And up to your neck in darkness<br />Everyone around you was corrupted<br />Saying somethin'<br /><br />There's no dignity in death<br />To sell the world your last breath<br />They're still fighting over<br />Everything you left over<br /><br />I saw you standing at the gates<br />When Marlon Brando passed away<br />You had that look upon your face<br />Advertising space<br /><br />And<br />No one learned from your mistakes<br />We let our profits go to waste<br />All that's left in any case<br />Is Advertising space<br /><br />Through your eyes<br />The world was burning<br />Please be gentle<br />I'm still learning<br />You seemed to say<br />As you kept turning up<br /><br />They poisoned you with compromise<br />At what point did you realize<br />Everybody loves your lies<br />But you ahahh<br /><br />Special agent for the man<br />Through watergate and vietnam<br />No one really gave a damn<br />Did you think the CIA did<br /><br />I saw you standing at the gates<br />When Marlon Brando passed away<br />You had that look upon your face<br />Advertising space and<br /><br />No one learned from your mistake<br />We let our profits go to waste<br />All that's left in any case<br />Is Advertising space ooooohh<br /><br />No one learned from your mistakes<br />We let our profits go to waste<br />All that's left in any case<br />Is Advertising space<br /><br />I've seen your daughter<br />Man she's cute<br />I was scared but I wanted to<br />Boy she looks a lot like you<br /><br /><br /><em>From my point of view, Advertising space criticizes the exploitation of famous people’s image to promote certain products advertisers want to sell.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Advertisements are often lies (as the song mentions), but consumers love and accept those lies; especially when they are associated with a beautiful face. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Robbie Williams’s message is probably an alert against people who take advantage of others’ image; </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>at the same time, it tells the listeners that face used in advertisements belongs to someone who has feelings and his/her life</em>."<br /><br /><br /><strong>Pedro Carvalho, nº17 11ºB</strong> </span></div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-3450688039080729632007-01-20T21:35:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:00.750+00:00Tiago Filipe is ... IN LOVE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhEMWqms7DA8Ke1ekaq7R91VgOAYtwarPWRCpZtyn93uKPNAMPyr0viPOyHLoHsOqu6-YTz3AhXzPiT-wXHfhn1d_hmu8XJ1wwPD8WsZk6lC9QwuNvBJIixVATBPyukRko7-HIQ/s1600-h/lov114.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022231638418062226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhEMWqms7DA8Ke1ekaq7R91VgOAYtwarPWRCpZtyn93uKPNAMPyr0viPOyHLoHsOqu6-YTz3AhXzPiT-wXHfhn1d_hmu8XJ1wwPD8WsZk6lC9QwuNvBJIixVATBPyukRko7-HIQ/s400/lov114.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Love is Like Magic<br /></strong></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;">Love is like magic<br />and it will always be<br />for love still remains<br />life's sweet mystery.<br /><br />Love works in ways<br />that are wondrous and strange<br />and there's nothing in life<br />that love cannot change!<br /><br />Love can transform<br />the most commonplace<br />into beauty and splendour<br />sweetness and grace.<br /><br />Love is unselfish<br />understanding and kind<br />for it sees with its heart<br />and not with its mind.<br /><br />Love is the answer<br />that everyone seeks…<br />Love is the language<br />that every heart speaks.<br /><br />Love can't be bought<br />it is priceless and free<br />Love, like pure magic<br />is life's sweet mystery!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>HeLLo eVeRyOnE!!!</strong></span><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I wrote this poem to prove to the girl that I love that my feeling is really strong and that I still love her and I’m not going to give up because this such an extraordinary feeling and I don’t wanna forget it!!!! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I’m not going to tell you who she is because she knows and that is enough for me!! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">If life was just like this poem, we would live in a better world, without wars, vandalism or robberies…</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I think love is something that only some people know what it is like and for that reason maybe the world can’t improve!!! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">For the first time I know what love really is so I think I’m privileged…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">but, you know, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I think those persons that don’t know what love is could get to know it by trying to </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>“listen to your heart when is calling for you”</em></strong> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">because that only happens a few times!!! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">And remember <strong>Love is Like Magic</strong>…<br /><br /><strong>I LOVE YOU…….<br /></div></strong></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><strong> <span style="color:#cc0000;"> I LOVE YOU……</span></strong></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong> <blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote> I LOVE YOU ........</strong> </span></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-58367775422720797092006-12-30T21:37:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:00.994+00:00Wishing you a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LnTrnA_btSmoKRKLfac8KQvCDKWwIfnEb89YXh447KXkwZq9k1FeF_LAzya0WUvdXRUaFLVq0Of6WSzvLXsQ8Pu0uMa7s8JFTsf5D20ZaobWKU6nfadmA1ahAYg-0cWnSgb-Ig/s1600-h/hapny2-teased1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014437285799912978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LnTrnA_btSmoKRKLfac8KQvCDKWwIfnEb89YXh447KXkwZq9k1FeF_LAzya0WUvdXRUaFLVq0Of6WSzvLXsQ8Pu0uMa7s8JFTsf5D20ZaobWKU6nfadmA1ahAYg-0cWnSgb-Ig/s400/hapny2-teased1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>The English teacher</strong></em></span></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-34294220492015781602006-12-26T21:58:00.001+00:002008-12-10T17:06:01.223+00:00These are Diana Martins's *Thousand Words*<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thousand Words<br /><br />In deep waters<br />Ruled by the law of ages<br />Held by teachings and pages<br />They had sunken you in a sea of matters<br />With soul almost lost<br /><br />Like the dust in the sand<br />Like the rocks on the ground<br />Find your home<br />Spread your wings<br />And glow in the sky<br />Fly…<br /><br />Through cliffs and mountains<br />Through the darkness emptiness<br />I travelled blindly<br />Following my instincts<br />And you smell<br />That sea fragrance<br />That I still feel<br />When I remember our memories<br /><br />I woke up in the middle of the night<br />by hope, pain and ties confused<br />Searching for a light<br />To vanish my regrets<br />I exchanged you for my duty<br />And what’s left of me now?<br /><br />We promised to protect each other<br />We promised to be always there<br />You promised to save me<br />And show me a wonderland<br />But I didn’t promise to love you forever<br />Give me your hand<br />It’s now or never<br /><br />We cried and laughed<br />But you didn’t hear some words<br />From my mouth<br />Through so many worlds<br />I want you to know<br />Even if you are already gone<br />These thousand words<br />So many times tied up in my heart<br />Oh! Now we both forgot our home<br />And I’m left here to bear this painful happiness alone… </span></div><br /><br /><blockquote><p></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012956320946709794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISf3SV7Jz_E/RZGZNtCT5SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SAQIV1X07FE/s400/ffx_plot_farplane+3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hello everyone!<br />The lines you read up above were written for you to think about them.<br />They tell a story of an “I” that lost “his”/"her” lover (who is suffering)<br />because “He”/”she” didn’t have the courage to say what was in “her”/”his” mind.<br />Now, “she”/”he” is suffering too.<br />This is our story sometimes. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">There are often times we don’t open our heart,<br />and those things we should have said turn into something heavy in the future.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">So remember, let your heart guide you…you’ll change into a more<br />spontaneous person , and if you ever regret about something, don’t do it<br />because it was what your will led you to…<br /></span></p><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Comment and give your opinions.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">You can’t change the world on your own, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">but</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">you can turn it into a better place every day.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">I hope you got the message, and try to be happy! *</span></p></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-22892386202432808302006-12-26T21:02:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:01.304+00:00"this is to post in the blog...." That's what Pedro wanted the E.T. to do with the text underneath<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s1600-h/2107_e0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012960353921000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s400/2107_e0.gif" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">A blog is a very modern and interesting way of communication. </span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012960353921000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s400/2107_e0.gif" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc0000;">In a blog<br />we can express our ideas and opinions; </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">we can show photos and pictures<br />that reveal our feelings and experiences. <blockquote></blockquote></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012960353921000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s400/2107_e0.gif" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc0000;">From my point of view our class blog can be </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">a very useful means of class communication. <blockquote></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012960353921000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s400/2107_e0.gif" border="0" /> We can publish our projects works, </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">our compositions and<br />our homework! <blockquote></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012960353921000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w0uXNtIzqAMJxELsUQDhMttLoXKxgvI4K4h2KDBUxsk0WcRlfEJu2JDB1UnK3IkCIyPz2ycXXeNOUEgwv8M0hABaUZOm2w3UtKKT-aX_orYdS0w3RlMGRvV82w6WYcepAdU84A/s400/2107_e0.gif" border="0" /></span></div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-24865201197646020172006-12-24T10:07:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:01.655+00:00Have a very<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFt7ZNEVo3-dFk5io2A47SL5RLT1usidoI16dR0KzWV88U7Q8QPFfvzZAbNe88V2tIn-ZfLEc8xVNwUh1KFI9AC5j2GQpcSVfogKYurjbY4rWkK6sJf1zcEkStpKfv76tiOVdSGA/s1600-h/Diverses113.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012178489484502210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFt7ZNEVo3-dFk5io2A47SL5RLT1usidoI16dR0KzWV88U7Q8QPFfvzZAbNe88V2tIn-ZfLEc8xVNwUh1KFI9AC5j2GQpcSVfogKYurjbY4rWkK6sJf1zcEkStpKfv76tiOVdSGA/s400/Diverses113.gif" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012178867441624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKXL8CTjXyNxt8VT1U82_059Ci-TJO7IsHupTYBWS3T_g1sa9vDfcBBupW4i83gnpclN0PogVz-kFRFY20K9sCasbInZ7tmUqudweYLnZhwuc1tj0TRee8iRGtdLFeAIbT8ExOA/s400/MC2Gold4.gif" border="0" />M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-83539958943387102762006-12-11T21:08:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:02.999+00:00Class work on Ecotourism<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">What the students of the two classgroups - 11º A and 11º B - did on Ecotourism is to be seen at school!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;">Such interesting leaflets couldn't be hidden from the public eye!</span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Here are the pictures of the little exhibition that is worth at least a glance.</span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007377109009590498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0D8IvtNAkohGhXDB-Z_lzKwLdUhC6NpSl9SwPP5wS4XD09Gopo92sHZPXOi0l9NKX7lUY7Z9FLFq094PMGHZbI1k0AWX2j6HacuLAuE2iRlhbcOHOkEiTjUU2UJQB6Yi1yn5/s400/Ecotourism+-+A.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007377263628413170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBkQDjpN2BwxPWPqk4PFFeuZNLCZ34e7z9aLcptvyQXwScFw72unwi6JvsyMWas35mRWSEbCPLACQzG5Y6BmskmXAcdZ1tScAUuhEy-aPdCBLE_2sOTEBs3Amc5vVGqhsV-_S/s400/Ecotourim+-+2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007377439722072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZvbjIkhzE1u4jBoZ5lB5Y07iZxXRIbZ59vd8MM4bhN6JcZjCTC7B1ZtMSSdKYSLKBDy_yjj0eKSQZyj-35ottqtlmSR0Depz8MhJsutxJcoCEZ7ha8E3elAqXmAkSd7l_bE4/s400/Ecotourism+-+3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007377590045927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIirCecPm6GsDtr1p246Kf7ALtIPUYoPkOAfJnWkxBTIbZ6K_DGT2BBOKbezx-z2SzrdIGK5N8AEHACM1HEkjoJ8mKKGUPkp_P-IjHrokJ3KTWomGbqBnUPZ0mbPj8jBHYtor/s400/Ecotourism+-+4.jpg" border="0" />M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-64240525220325428122006-12-04T19:27:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:03.114+00:00Because of today's test ...<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>My dear Teased1s!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;">I know you studied hard... <blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004756553653805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaQ9OihMJLErZ440G2ldiZRCfMS42bo9FOlGl_BrqucemVxGNwvL5ttr1_KkIg3NHN9AgjGX6tq4df7qflmr8D5C8xuSxrkOR2qCui5d2gIiFi87nJ2IYP6whW9s-mmPGh8Uu4A/s400/diddl_buecher.gif" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote>I know you were expecting this test to be ... let's say ... more up to your expectations ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">... but ....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">oh well!... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Let's wait for Thursday for me to make up my mind!<br />Tiago Faia couldn't really go on.<br /></span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Now ... don't think I will forget the others.<br /></span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">As I said he'll repeat the test on Wednesday.<br />There will surely be another chance for you too.<br />At least for those who did as much as Tiago did or even worse and I didn't get aware they were as disturbed as he was!<br />You know I keep up to my promises so ... wait till Thursday to know what will happen on the coming Monday!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em><blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></blockquote>The English teacher</em></strong></span> </div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34920080.post-48332004050524751042006-12-03T22:27:00.000+00:002008-12-10T17:06:03.442+00:00Reopening...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>3 DOORS DOWN<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">"Away from the sun"<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>music lyrics:</strong></span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">It's down to this<br />I've got to make this life make sense<br />Can anyone tell what I've done<br />I miss the life<br />I miss the colors of the world<br />Can anyone tell where I am<br /><br />Cause now again I've found myself so far down<br />Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place<br />I'm so far down away from the sun again<br />Away from the sun again<br /><br />I'm over this<br />I'm tired of livin' in the dark<br />Can anyone see me down here<br />The feeling's gone<br />There's nothing left to lift me up<br />Back into the world I know<br /><br />And now again I've found myself so far down<br />Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place<br />I'm so far down away from the sun<br />That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms<br />That care about the ones like me<br />I'm so far down away from the sun again<br /><br />It's down to this<br />I've got to make this life make sense<br />And now I can't tell what I've done<br /><br />And now again I've found myself so far down<br />Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me<br />And now again I've found myself so far down<br />Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place<br /><br />I'm so far down away from the sun<br />That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms<br />That care about the ones like me<br />I'm so far down away from the sun again<br /><br /></span></strong></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004438373886583698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5MleZk-Eynm_DPbhvYw-pzOutxS8zaWvZtHYpkI0Q35DwgKsgT_3S6eOQRQ1uqd8-LrAZQxwUZqBfQkCbc6y23ylL2lRemfBef6wFxBAtLDd2OQCQRdzxe6G4Aumk4JQQJmxNg/s400/away_from_the_sun4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"Sometimes we feel really down. Either for making a mistake, or for hurting a<br />person we like very much, or for losing somebody that was<br />important for us.<br />During our life, we go through many situations like this. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">This music<br />represents one of these situations. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">When the author of this music wrote it, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">he seemed to be angry at himself. </span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">The music says he is very down, away from the sun, </span><span style="color:#990000;">away from life.<br />He says he needs to have his life making sense </span><span style="color:#990000;">and he can't say what he has done. </span><span style="color:#990000;">But he has eventually found himself so far down, away from the sun.<br /><br /><br />The picture I chose symbolizes the sun distance, the sun<br />that shines into the darkest place.<br /><br />I like this song very much , but I have my critical opinion. </p></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">The name of music shoudn't be "away from the sun", but "the way<br />to the sun"! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span><span style="color:#990000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#990000;"></span></blockquote>We can't allow ourselves to be dominated by sadness. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">We should try to find the way to overcome this sadness </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">and </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">live life as it should be lived, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">see the colors of the world, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">receive the positive power of the sunshine, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">see the rain as a revitalising life source, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">receive the harmonising power of plants, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">the calming sea-breeze </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">and always heading</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">towards</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">the Sun, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">towards </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">the Light". </span></div><span style="color:#990000;"></span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#990000;"></span></blockquote></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Tiago Faia</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~</div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Tiago Faia</strong><em> sent me this text on a song he chose himself . <blockquote></blockquote></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He did what I expected him to do and I think <strong>he deserves an applause</strong> for this work, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><blockquote><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></blockquote>which I marked and decided to post here. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">With it the blog is eventually reopened.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">And now let's hope it'll be there till the end of the current school-year.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /><blockquote><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></span></em></blockquote>I'm VERY PROUD of this young man</span>. </strong></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><em>The English teacher</em></span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com4