<?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-10924251</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:05:29.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My English blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi!My name is Mel!This is going to be my English blog!Here I'm going to write all about my English classes!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10924251.post-113335796822633388</id><published>2005-11-30T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T05:49:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 things : "I want to ...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6811/865/1600/Terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6811/865/320/Terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/372863"&gt;Visit the universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the universe is beautiful!!! I want to touch the stars, to walk on every planet( if possible!!) and live on the moon and look down on the Earth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/348999"&gt;Have a nice day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect day : travel in a beautiful country, stay in a swimming-pool with my boyfriend and drink a delicous coquete and many chocolates…huuuuummmm!!!After this, I invite my friends only, in my house and prepare a party with music, drink etc…I want to go to the paradise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="entry348957"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/348957"&gt;Change the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this because this world is so bad, with so much violence on the streets, on your own house!! People have no idea about the security, everybody can kill everyone!!The planet is going to be worse and worse, year after year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This things are the best what I really want in this moment...but I want many things in my life...in the end, I recieve two messages about the last thing (change the world)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-113335796822633388?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113335796822633388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=113335796822633388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/113335796822633388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/113335796822633388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/11/43-things-i-want-to.html' title='43 things : &quot;I want to ....&quot;'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-112666018239494422</id><published>2005-09-13T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:09:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proust Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;What is your most marked characteristic?My most marked characteristic is in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider your greatest achievement? is my trophee that I won with my horse and tennis and so one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and where were you happiest? With my friends and my brothers in the beach, house, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest regret? I don´t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of perfect happiness? a world without war ,and peace all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most treasured possession? first of all my friends, after my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to live? here in Sao Paulo or in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest fear? lost everything. ( succes, family, loves, possesion )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? shyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the trait you most deplore in others? selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider the most overrated virtue? kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest extravagance? having gopud grades in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite journey?  I remember it was when i was very young ,my dog was a poodle and i took him for a walk in the park .When I saw a really big baloon in the sky and it was wirten "good year " well I was young and said thank you to the baloon of wishing me a nice year. It made me quiet happy at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you most dislike? racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the quality you most like in a man?  I think it´s they have more muscular capacity, and more resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the quality you most like in a woman? sweetnessWhat do you most value in your friends? relaiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be? in a panda so pandas would not be instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be? a super hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like to die? I would like to die in a heroic act saving the life of thousand so i could be remembered in evry hisotry book ,and would have meant something to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-112666018239494422?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/112666018239494422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=112666018239494422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/112666018239494422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/112666018239494422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/09/proust-questions_13.html' title='The Proust Questions'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-112302408138662324</id><published>2005-08-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:08:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y2K</title><content type='html'>This text represent a song reatting by Randy Rogers in October 1999, a cupple of weeks before the new millenium. The song explores the believes and worries about the risks generated by the transition to the year of 2000, wich could affect the fonctionality of computer systems. The autor choose a blues musical genre to describe this fear.&lt;br /&gt; In verse one R. Rangers compares this event applain crash, in order to reenforce the destruction that might be caused, then he use the therm "the jugement day" it looks like the end of the world. Trought the song the autor songs very pesimisties about the consequences but doesn´t seen to understandthe phenomenon in death, he is like a simple human waitting for something like a punishement. Indeed he can´t do anything but praying.&lt;br /&gt; In this song, the narrator express on the feelings about Y2K, as anybody on the earth he is seeing this event like a hand of good he is not abble to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-112302408138662324?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/112302408138662324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=112302408138662324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/112302408138662324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/112302408138662324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/08/y2k.html' title='Y2K'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111818296134285312</id><published>2005-06-07T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:22:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Store Wars</title><content type='html'>In the last English class we went to the computer room. There we saw a little movie called star-wars .The story is about:  Store Wars is a parody of the international movie StAr Wars. The difference between the original movie is that on this one, the main characters are vegetables!!!! What I mean is that they look like vegetables, but in fact they’re kind of toys. The entire scenario is in a supermarket, almost every object is made of vegetable, even the space ships. It is quite fun because Star Wars is a well known movie in the hole world and even who isn’t very found of may laft a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Store Wars is exactly the same as Star Wars, the difference is on the names of the mains characters, they have half a vegetable name, half the Star Wars’ character’s name.&lt;br /&gt;The history of Store Wars is a resumed history of the 3 old movies of Star Wars, there is even some scenes witch are exactly the same as the movies, but at the very end, the short movie gives us a moral lection, the only one who can save the vegetables are us, because nobody ever thought of looking where the vegetables are from, and they may have some genetic problems that can gives us serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;After we went into the following site: (I don´t remember) And we answered a quiz. In the first place we had to find all the corresponding names of the personages. After this there were several questions about the story (multiple choice questions or finding the right word) At the end each one of us had a grade and I had 16/20! Finally you let us to actualize our blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111818296134285312?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111818296134285312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111818296134285312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111818296134285312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111818296134285312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/06/store-wars.html' title='Store Wars'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111818291518135841</id><published>2005-06-07T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:21:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the last English class we went to the computer room. There we saw a little movie called star-wars .The story is about:  Store Wars is a parody of the international movie StAr Wars. The difference between the original movie is that on this one, the main characters are vegetables!!!! What I mean is that they look like vegetables, but in fact they’re kind of toys. The entire scenario is in a supermarket, almost every object is made of vegetable, even the space ships. It is quite fun because Star Wars is a well known movie in the hole world and even who isn’t very found of may laft a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Store Wars is exactly the same as Star Wars, the difference is on the names of the mains characters, they have half a vegetable name, half the Star Wars’ character’s name.&lt;br /&gt;The history of Store Wars is a resumed history of the 3 old movies of Star Wars, there is even some scenes witch are exactly the same as the movies, but at the very end, the short movie gives us a moral lection, the only one who can save the vegetables are us, because nobody ever thought of looking where the vegetables are from, and they may have some genetic problems that can gives us serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;After we went into the following site: (I don´t remember) And we answered a quiz. In the first place we had to find all the corresponding names of the personages. After this there were several questions about the story (multiple choice questions or finding the right word) At the end each one of us had a grade and I had 16/20! Finally you let us to actualize our blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111818291518135841?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111818291518135841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111818291518135841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111818291518135841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111818291518135841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-last-english-class-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111667287245692737</id><published>2005-05-21T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:54:32.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and boy</title><content type='html'>“man and boy” is an oil on canvas by a British painter John Kirby at 1987. It´s 72 cm long by 60 cm large.&lt;br /&gt; On this particular scene is set a little room. In the middle this two guys are looking at us, and they´re shaking their hands, but as they´re both turned to us, one is shaking with his right hand and the other with his left hand. At the bottom on the right we can see a little chair, where is standing up one of the two mans, despiste he being on the chair, he remains shorter than the other man, but I think they´re father and son, because they incredibly look alike. They´re both in costume, and we can see the little man handing a Jesus´s cross behind himself.&lt;br /&gt; This painting has lost of dark colors, only the hairs of the two mans are red, and they´re faces are white. Because of the dark colours, we can barely see the feet of the father. The room is so little that we can see all the space they have, they can do at least one step forward them, so I think we’re looking to them throw the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111667287245692737?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111667287245692737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111667287245692737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111667287245692737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111667287245692737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/05/man-and-boy.html' title='Man and boy'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111352590800447341</id><published>2005-04-14T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:57:43.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I’d do if it weren’t for my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83894292@N00/9434338/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/9434338_eb3e1b2a64_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83894292@N00/9434338/"&gt;Things Iâd do if it werenât for my brother.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83894292@N00/"&gt;mel_noia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Eat my dinner alone during the night&lt;br /&gt;Until there is no more light&lt;br /&gt;Watching a special princess ´s Stars Wars, Lea&lt;br /&gt;Paint my room, is not a good idea&lt;br /&gt;Having my 5 o’clock tea&lt;br /&gt;In front of my TV&lt;br /&gt;Leave my clothes all scattered about&lt;br /&gt;Having my bath, and screaming out&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, no time to work&lt;br /&gt;Because the week-end is to short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Stay at home having all the rooms for myself&lt;br /&gt;      And listen all the CDs from my brother shelf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111352590800447341?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111352590800447341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111352590800447341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111352590800447341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111352590800447341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-id-do-if-it-werent-for-my_14.html' title='Things I’d do if it weren’t for my brother'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111351998143657039</id><published>2005-04-14T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:06:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pop Festival</title><content type='html'>This is a dialogue between inspectors in charge of policing a pop festival. In this dialogue written by English national Ruth Rendell. Inspector Wexford and Burden talk about positive and negative aspects of this pop concert.&lt;br /&gt;  The text is divided in three parts of more less same length and illustrated by two pictures. One in the left represent many people in a concert and in the other in the right is one foto the Ruth Rendell.&lt;br /&gt;  The first part describes behaving and fashion showled by school teenagers going to the concert as demonstrated by detective Burden son.&lt;br /&gt;  In the second part detective Burden explains to his colleague his disapproval. Burden expects young to cause trouble, make noise and disturb the in habitants of the estate, while Wexford would like to be among the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;   In the third part the dialogue continuous. Burden say he will only authorize his sun to hear to pop star Zeno Vedast on Sundays, he insist in the fact that Zeno Vedast is not his true name and a pop music is not his style. Wexford criticize Burden for his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;  Now a day pop concerts represent the behavior of teenagers witch is not really approve by their parents. Do to fight that might ocurrer in the concerts, however that’s wear where young express that freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111351998143657039?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111351998143657039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111351998143657039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111351998143657039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111351998143657039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/04/pop-festival.html' title='The Pop Festival'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111222031907753344</id><published>2005-03-30T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:05:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story</title><content type='html'>This bowl was made in china like almost every bowl. It was exported to France in 1995 in a container  like every common object of course at the time my name wasn’t written on it and the French monuments were not drew as well .It was only white. The man that had imported this bowls was a French street artist. That stayed around the Eiffel tower and painted those famous French monuments that we have on my bowl (Arc de Triomphe ,Sacré Coeur , Notre dame de Paris and the Eiffel tower of course) .He painted those monuments before probably at his house . My family was showing to me all the beautiful monuments of Paris and of course the Eiffel tower and we saw this street artist and I was rapidly attracted by his art and I wanted a bowel with my name .At the beginning my parents didn’t want me to have one f those but I started to cry so much so much because I wanted this bowl with the monuments of my homeland and my name that they couldn’t resist and bought it to me fpr my birthday in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy every morning I had to eat my cereals on this bowl and not another one, everything that needed a bowl to be eaten it was in this bowl.&lt;br /&gt;I was such a happy girl with this bowl all my mornings were so perfect with him.&lt;br /&gt;But one day something terrible happened it was on the 20th of December of 2000&lt;br /&gt;My bowl fell to the ground .It wasn’t my fault and no one on the family wanted to assume the fault. It felt from the cupboard were it was. Because someone wanted to bully me or wanted the cup behind him and made it fall from the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the saddest of my life my beloved bowl was broken. &lt;br /&gt;Of course the Chinese products are very strong and only a piece of him was broken and I still use him every morning to eat my cereals and it continues to turn my days much happier. This common bowl was my finest acquisition because it brought to me a positive energy and for me this is very important.&lt;br /&gt;   Has you see I have taken special measures to keep this bowl of falling again on the ground .Now it is in my bedroom with all the objects I love like my stereo has you see in the picture .I will make of this bowl a family tradition I will pass it to my children’s and them to theirs and like this it will be my mark in history.This is the history of my bowl and what I pretend to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111222031907753344?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111222031907753344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111222031907753344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111222031907753344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111222031907753344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/03/story.html' title='the story'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-111220960538106579</id><published>2005-03-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:06:45.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon bol 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83894292@N00/5842977/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5842977_859aad6834_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83894292@N00/5842977/"&gt;Mon bol 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83894292@N00/"&gt;mel_noia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hhhhhhh&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-111220960538106579?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/111220960538106579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=111220960538106579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111220960538106579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/111220960538106579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/03/mon-bol-2.html' title='Mon bol 2'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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-10924251.post-110929108367888886</id><published>2005-02-24T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:29:14.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.e_ai_belezera.blogger.com.br/Mon" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bowl is very beautiful, it is blue but has the famous monuments of France like, ''Arc de Triomphe'', ''Tour Eiffel'', etc... surrounded by blue.&lt;br /&gt;I had him when I was nine , it was a birthday gift from my mom and dad. I use it to have breakfast and sometimes for lunch, I eat cereals in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10924251-110929108367888886?l=melnoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/feeds/110929108367888886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10924251&amp;postID=110929108367888886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/110929108367888886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10924251/posts/default/110929108367888886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melnoia.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-bowl.html' title='My bowl'/><author><name>Melzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12604914595470830198</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></feed>
