<?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-35683883</id><updated>2011-08-20T05:23:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no star in heaven that we can't reach</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm a young girl of barcelona
blondy/brown eyes/1,68 metres
i love going out with my friends and dacing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-6488330120306771376</id><published>2007-05-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:50:07.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RkN9XzZo_KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V79Jv6RhajI/s1600-h/RUNNING%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063028253982784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RkN9XzZo_KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V79Jv6RhajI/s200/RUNNING%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hi everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;In some days time we are going to finish our course ooohh, and we’ll know who is blog writer, capricorne, bluphie, bakerna2, aire, orlando and all the others, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m going to continue with the explanation of my last blog, because I think that it’s an important topic to talk about. Now I’m going to write about looking after our self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For feeling good and looking good it’s a good idea to run, because is an excellent exercise. Before you start running, you should warm up first, using slow movement that makes all your muscles work. But be careful! If you stretch when your muscles are cold, you might do yourself an injury. You should start exercising slowly, at a pace you can keep up for 15-20 minutes (I’m not a gym teacher but more or less the rules are good to follow them, in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok if you go to bed late occasionally but if you regularly cut down on your sleep, it will soon start to have a bad effect on your skin. If you get a good night rest, it will do your appearance like a top model. Lack of sleep can cause acne and dry skin (I’ve read it in a magazine, it’s true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us live in large polluted cities. If we got more fresh air, we would look healthier and more attractive. Walking slowly is useful but a quick pace gets more oxygen into you lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that standing, sitting and walking badly can make you look heavier than you really are? If we watched the way we sat and stood, it would improve our appearance a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my advice, for today it’s enough. I hope this can make you feel and look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-6488330120306771376?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6488330120306771376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=6488330120306771376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/6488330120306771376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/6488330120306771376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/continue.html' title='continue'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RkN9XzZo_KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V79Jv6RhajI/s72-c/RUNNING%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-168150558041591602</id><published>2007-05-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:50:07.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/Rj4DwHd3YvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8l4w-PoaivU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061487156383933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/Rj4DwHd3YvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8l4w-PoaivU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, it’s Sunday, and like every Sunday I tried to write an article in English for my blog. What happen? Us you all see in my blog there aren’t many articles and this is my diary problem: time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it’s a different Sunday, today is mother’s day, happy birthday to all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;So thinking about this, and about this horrible rain-day, and also dreaming about the summer I’ve decided to write about a big problem in our society: the dangers of doing diets, something that many people do, especially women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the same thing happens. When the good weather stars the obsession with losing the few kilos we’ve put on over the winter begins (with turrons, mones, cakes and chocolate). People TRUY (plural) one of the miracles cures for weight loss advertised on the television or in the magazines (the diet of the egg, or of the fruit, or of the magic herbs, etc).These diets tend to be unhealthy as the may lead to serious nutrional imbalances. For example diets which are low in protein, with many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many diets can help you losing weigh just going one diet and it’s not the best answer. Usually you gain weight back after you abandoned the diet. If you want to lose weight and keep it out, you have to change much more than just what you eat. You have to change how and when you eat, and you have to start going to the gym or exercise more often. So for losing weight we have to follow three things: firstly, find out why they are overweight (not all the people need a diet because if you weight 30 kilos and you measures 1,60 m you have a big problem), secondly, you have to follow a healthy eating plan (eating a little of everything), and thirdly exercising regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my advices. Good chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-168150558041591602?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/168150558041591602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=168150558041591602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/168150558041591602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/168150558041591602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/diets.html' title='diets'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/Rj4DwHd3YvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8l4w-PoaivU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-1966738172473015307</id><published>2007-04-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:01:45.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Becoming humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This documentary explains us the evolution of the human specie during 4 million years.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we knew the doctor Donald C. Johansson who is a researcher that wants to discover the evidences of the human’s origins and this is the starting of amazing articles, photos, definitions, dialogues of many specialists and his knowledge of the evolution.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that the story of our antecessors began in Africa where a complex culture was developed by animals and their adaptation. By doing researches in areas like Ethiopia we have found partials skeletons of animals that seem to walk on two legs and this was the first evidences for the human’s origins. The knowledge of the experts everyday is bigger and the studies of the footprints, the environmental impacts (like the cool and dry period that was the exiction of some species), and also the fantastic Darwin have made our knowledge of the evolution and adaptation something very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have learnt from the documentary but with the chat of Maria del Mar I have learnt more. I have enjoyed so much her meeting and her explanations because she reflected her love for her job and this made the talk much more interesting. I think our class has made so many questions and she was very pleased to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to add to my blog this article of Homo Floresiensis because this point of the chat has woken up my curiosity and I would like to share with yours my searching about this hominid full of mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;Homo floresiensis: the Hobbit&lt;br /&gt;Homo floresiensis is a species of dwarf human discovered at the Liang Bua cave on the Indonesian island of Flores in 2003. H. floresienses was only about 1 meter in height and fully bipedal, with a very small brain size of 417cc. The skull has human-like teeth with a receding forehead and no chin. floresiensis fossils have been discovered from 38,000 to 18,000 years ago, though archeological evidence suggests it lived at Liang Bua between at least 95,000 and 13,000 years ago. It used stone tools and fire, and hunted pygmy elephants (mostly juvenile ones), Komodo dragons, and the giant rats found on Flores. Its discoverers believe that floresiensis is a dwarf form of Homo erectus - it is not uncommon for dwarf forms of large mammals to evolve on islands.&lt;br /&gt;The most complete floresiensis fossil, consists of an almost complete skull and a partial skeleton consisting of leg bones, parts of the pelvis, hands and feet, and some other fragments. The skeleton found was probably an adult of about 30, probably female judging by the pelvis. Males could have been larger, though the other fossils found so far indicate only individuals about the same size as floresciensis . Because of the damp condition and young age, the bones have not fossilized (i.e. had not turned to stone), and reportedly had the consistency of mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;The brain size of the floresiensis skull is extraordinarily small, at 380cc. This is as small as any australopithecine ever discovered, and fairly typical for a chimpanzee. (Chimps range from about 300 to 500cc, averaging about 400cc, but are physically bigger than floresiensis.) This is smaller than would be expected even for a dwarf form of Homo erectus, and suggests there was active selection for a small brain size for some reason. (Human pygmies, incidentally, are nothing like H. floresiensis; their brains are almost as large as those of normal-sized humans)&lt;br /&gt;There has been some speculation that the stone tools found with it were actually made by Homo sapiens, mainly because it is hard to believe a creature with such a small brain could make such sophisticated stone tools. There is no other evidence in support of this, however, and if it were not for the small brain size, there would be no hesitation about assuming floresiensis made the tools because of the close association between the tools and the fossils. The same tools are found through the entire deposit (from 90,000 to 13,000 years ago) and, interestingly, they are not like any stone tools made by Homo erectus.&lt;br /&gt;Because evolving from erectus to floresiensis is such a drastic reduction in body size, there has been some speculation that floresiensis might actually have evolved from something smaller, such as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/homs/d2700.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dmanisi hominids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; found in Georgia, some of which have brain sizes between 600 and 700 cc, smaller than the 800-900cc typical of early erectus.&lt;br /&gt;Modern humans arrived on Flores between 55,000 and 35,000 years ago, and presumably interacted with floresiensis, though there is no evidence of this at Liang Bua. However Indonesian folklore tells of creatures called Ebu Gogo which were small, inarticulate, and walked with an odd gait. This sounds remarkably suggestive of floresiensis, but it could easily be coincidence - if floresiensis had been found in Ireland, we'd possibly be wondering if they were leprechauns.&lt;br /&gt;The discovery of H. floresiensis does not change the broad picture of human evolution, including our lineage - it was certainly not ancestral to us. But since it is the most extreme example of human adaptation ever found, it suggests that humans are more subject to evolutionary forces than we tend to think. And the fact that floresiensis lived so recently and yet has been unknown until now suggests that there could be other surprises waiting in the human family tree. &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/35683883-1966738172473015307?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1966738172473015307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=1966738172473015307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/1966738172473015307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/1966738172473015307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/becoming-humans.html' title='Becoming humans'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-5653144921280388650</id><published>2007-04-14T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:50:07.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RiCnMlQThoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hpfz_oaKPPQ/s1600-h/friends_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053222616510465666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RiCnMlQThoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hpfz_oaKPPQ/s200/friends_index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who is your friend?&lt;br /&gt;How you know that this person is your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions that sometimes I though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;How can I know who is my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a very sociable people and it’s easy for me to express my feelings and talk about my life. Also I’m a confident person and many people come to me and explain me them problems but, at the end, who of these people would be next to you in all time: when is the worst day in your life and your best day? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realized that I have any colleagues, partners, but only a few of them are friends.&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/35683883-5653144921280388650?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5653144921280388650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=5653144921280388650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/5653144921280388650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/5653144921280388650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RiCnMlQThoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hpfz_oaKPPQ/s72-c/friends_index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-8301347697591642974</id><published>2007-03-15T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:50:08.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RfnJ4o1FoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WpgIVbCuOjA/s1600-h/estudiar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042283232687923346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RfnJ4o1FoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WpgIVbCuOjA/s320/estudiar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is Sunday, and like every Sunday I’ve decided that it’s time to do my homework. Oh yes! What a pity! I think, ohh I have had a fantastic night with my friends at the disco and now its 14:00 and I still haven’t opened my school books. I’m a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;I have a shower, I put on my clothes, and I prepare my table with all that I need for star a hard journey of studying and what happen... “It’s time to have lunch!!” My mum is shouting at me because its 15:00 and we have to have lunch. I go downstairs with my family and I explain them what had I done that last night during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After I reckon why not spending some time watching the TV?&lt;br /&gt;At 18:00 I star doing my homework and preparing my exams of: Catalan, English, maths, Spanish and others. AWFUL!&lt;br /&gt;Its 18:45 and I’m tired so I phone to my friend ad we talk for an hour. I continued with my studies ... boring, boring, boring.... Plató/Marx/Pompeu Fabra .... Oh my God!!!&lt;br /&gt;At 22:00 I go for a walk with my neighbors after having dinner and at 23:00 I return to my best friends call BOOKS. I read, I make some writings, some exercises, and finally I feel sleep on the table. At 2:00 I wake up of my chair and I jump to my bed. At 7:45 in the morning I get up, put on my clothes, I have my breakfast, I go to school and I try to be concentrated for my first exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-8301347697591642974?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8301347697591642974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=8301347697591642974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/8301347697591642974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/8301347697591642974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-in-my-life.html' title='A day in my life'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3RcFDD3mS8I/RfnJ4o1FoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WpgIVbCuOjA/s72-c/estudiar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116517603337674037</id><published>2006-12-03T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:00:33.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7396/3974/1600/389670/IMGP0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7396/3974/320/507334/IMGP0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everybody! It’s me again, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and it’s time for peace and love but the most important thing about these days is the fact of being with the family, all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to write about one of my experiences of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl who love play with her toys, match films of Peter Pan, drew cartoons, and believed in fairs and also in PAPA NOËL and the three kings, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was very traumatic to realized that these magical people didn’t exist, that there were only a fantasy , that parents were who bought the presents for Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why this lies? So I started to think and I said: “Is Ratoncito Pérez a lie too?” and the answer were affirmative. Oh my God!! What a pity!! What a world of liers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m older and it seems that all this of Christmas is only a strategy for buy and buy, spend more and more money in clothes and toys. But not at all, because is like a manner for demonstrating to the people that you love them that they are important and you want them to be happy. It’s difficult to accept that Papa Noel is a lie but when you see the other hand of the party is not as bad as you have though. So, why not, be happy these days and muse the holidays with the people you most love.&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/35683883-116517603337674037?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116517603337674037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116517603337674037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116517603337674037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116517603337674037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116379519107982302</id><published>2006-11-17T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:26:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no star in heaven that we can't reach</title><content type='html'>Hello to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to write about a funny activity I have done in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Like every Friday afternoon I decided to go to the gym and try a new activity for fancy doing sport, and today the class was “dansa del ventre” (I don’t know how to say it in English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “dansa del ventre” is one of the oldest dances in the world which many Oriental cities danced like a spiritual tradition. The women danced without shoes doing some rounds with old the body, it seems like they would feel the energy in their bodies. First of all this dances were danced in the temples of Egypt but after years these dances were played in the streets, bars, for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know anything of this dance since I have start the class of today I would say it’s very interesting and relaxing (of course is a little bit difficult at first) class that everybody can do. I think that in all gyms do this activities and it’s for people of all ages. I have been laughing all the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this activity for brave people that want to try new things because life is three days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116379519107982302?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116379519107982302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116379519107982302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116379519107982302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116379519107982302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-no-star-in-heaven-that-we-cant.html' title='there&apos;s no star in heaven that we can&apos;t reach'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116324910693425885</id><published>2006-11-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:45:06.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/1600/1162299584_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/320/1162299584_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The boy of the photo makes me crazy!!! Girls what do you think about?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody watch PRISION BREAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday and I have to study but I’m so tired of the week and this boring weather follows me wherever I go so I decided to stay at home and write something.&lt;br /&gt;I’m alone in my room and I think what can I do, I’m alone ... but I don’t want to make a big party because my parents will disagree with the idea and its better be a responsible girl and stay at home, close in my room. it’s seems like I ‘m doing something but the only thing I do is think about my last summer ... what an intensive feelings ... but the winter is coming and the sun is getting black. What a pity!!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so bored! What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listen to me because I’m alone. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely today. Why this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I’m writing this I supposed it’s because I wait somebody to listen to what I say ... but anyone listen to me... because I’m alone.&lt;br /&gt;What a sad word: alone.&lt;br /&gt;If somebody is bored and want to write me I will be charmed.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&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/35683883-116324910693425885?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116324910693425885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116324910693425885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116324910693425885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116324910693425885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/boy-of-photo-makes-me-crazy-girls-what.html' title=''/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116283499563662929</id><published>2006-11-06T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:43:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>henry moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/1600/hmf1676_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/320/hmf1676_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was occupied on Friday afternoon but I realized that Henry Moore was the most celebrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/sculpture.html" ichref="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/sculpture.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sculptor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of his time and he was one of the most famous modernist so I decided that I have to go on Sunday morning and saw what this man has done in his life and I discovered few very interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Moore was born in July 1898 in Castleford, Yorkshire, and the seventh child of a mine manager who had worked at the pit face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about MOORE were the drawing on pencil that he draw of the people lying on the tub of London because of the war. The positions of the people waiting for the bombs let me think about the panic, the darkness, the loneliness and the horror most of people world life nowadays. It’s scaring don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;His drawings, powerful evocations of human suffering impressed me and gave me some time to think about our change and that we are very lucky to be alive and to live in Barcelona because many people life with a piece of bread and some stones, and work 10 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, World War II, was a strange year for Moore because his daughter was born and he started to make some good figures of the family life I think that their are very positive. This figures I liked too but I have decided to write about what I like most and this was the drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116283499563662929?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116283499563662929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116283499563662929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116283499563662929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116283499563662929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/henry-moore.html' title='henry moore'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116237694309086067</id><published>2006-11-01T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T02:29:03.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaCuPEnDa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HI!!! IT'S ME AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I have decided to write something here because our teacher Núria is very interested in these bloggs and she thinks our English can improve with the bogs so like most of you I’m going to write about the music that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I like many types of music (R&amp;amp;B, hip-hop, and dance) and I haven’t any preference between the singers but it’s true that I love some songs more than others, like every body. For example today’s song is Promiscuous girl of Nelly Furtado, it’s the new single of her new album and I think it’s so good and I recommend you to listen to it for this I try to add the song to the blog I don’t know if it’s going to work, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me is easer to understand the Spanish music like “El canto del loco” because I know what the singer says in the lyrics and in English it’s more difficult. For this I try to find what says the song and I search for the meaning of promiscuous (because of the song of Furtado). I think it’s a new and interesting word and I add the definition to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuity is the practice of making relatively casual and indiscriminate choices. The term is most commonly applied to &lt;a title="Sexual behavior" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_behavior"&gt;sexual behavior&lt;/a&gt;, where it refers to a person who does not limit their &lt;a title="Sex life" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_life"&gt;sex life&lt;/a&gt; to the cultural norm, typically one partner, or to the framework of a long term &lt;a title="Monogamy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monogamy"&gt;monogamous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Sexual relationship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_relationship"&gt;sexual relationship&lt;/a&gt;. Because of the popularity of this usage, the remainder of this article discusses sexual promiscuity. It is worth noting that people, who are called "promiscuous" under this usage, may in fact be quite selective in their choice of sexual partners.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the song!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116237694309086067?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116237694309086067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116237694309086067' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116237694309086067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116237694309086067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/nacupenda.html' title='NaCuPEnDa'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116172002929982896</id><published>2006-10-24T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:00:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;It’s me again but this time I ask for some help&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who is HERÀCLIT? It’s a philosopher that said that “TODO TRANSCURRE SEGÚN DISCORDIA” and I have to add this sentence with a photo, do you have any idea of what can I photography for send the message of this sentence in a photo. I think it’s so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Like you see I’m an English student but I’m an student too that need some help. If you have time you can write me if it’s no don’t worry it’s only a blog haha&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116172002929982896?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116172002929982896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116172002929982896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116172002929982896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116172002929982896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-its-me-again-but-this-time-i-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116137671733083738</id><published>2006-10-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:45:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/1600/by_kittynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/320/by_kittynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's me again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like you all know this is a blog for learning english so we have to write in english that will be more difficult for us but we have to try i, so i start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is my first year in the EOI and i would like to say that i 'm going to classes for my parents and because is an obligation for me becauses my parents tinks it'll be important for my job and for my futur so i had no possibility i go or i go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but now i'm very happy to be here and study with some of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to meet new people and i can do the two things: learning and meeting nice people like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks very much for be a interessant, sweet, hard-working, brillinat class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116137671733083738?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116137671733083738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116137671733083738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116137671733083738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116137671733083738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-its-me-again-like-you-all-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116111349524904017</id><published>2006-10-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:31:35.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like you see there is a mistake in my blog. you knwo that we can't tell our names for the moment and in my blog it puts i'm marina... i explian you why. i don't knwo anything about internet so my friend marina teach me how to do it and put an example for this the presentation is i'm marina and there are so many witring mistakes sorry again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you want to knwo how i am search for a person whoes friend name is marina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116111349524904017?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116111349524904017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116111349524904017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116111349524904017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116111349524904017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/mistake.html' title='mistake'/><author><name>NaCuPeNdA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11841538756524903937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35683883.post-116030037895466279</id><published>2006-10-08T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:39:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/1600/solete%20abre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7396/3974/320/solete%20abre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sorry!! you know i'm an ameteur in this and i have had some problmes with the first message of the blog and it's seems like i don't know how to write in english because i have done a lot of writing mistakes sorry i'm a litlle bit nerveus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116030037895466279?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116030037895466279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116030037895466279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm an spanish girl that would like to meet people of diferents countries and practise a little of english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35683883-116029915240937556?l=ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibeliveinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116029915240937556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35683883&amp;postID=116029915240937556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116029915240937556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35683883/posts/default/116029915240937556'/><link 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