July 05, 2011

LOOKING FOR A FRIEND (BY VINICIUS DE MORAES)

You don't have to be a man, it's enough to be human, it's enough to have sentiment, it's enough to have heart. You have to know how to speak or be quiet, more than anything you have to know how to listen. You have to like poetry, dawn, a bird, the sun, the moon, the song of the winds and the music of the breeze. You must have love, a great love for somebody, or feel a void of not having that love. You must love your neighbor and respect the pain the passer-by carries with him. You must keep a secret without sacrificing.
You don't have to be first-hand or even second-hand. You may already have been deceitful, for all friends are deceitful. You don't have to be pure, nor totally impure, but you shouldn't be vulgar. You should have an ideal and fear of losing it and, in case you are not like that, you should feel a great vacuum which that leaves. You must have human resonances, your principal objective should be that of a friend. You should feel pity for sad persons and comprehend the immense emptiness of the lonely. You should like children and lament those who could not be born.
Look for a friend to like the same tastes, who is moved when called a friend. Who knows how to converse about simple things, the dew, the great rains, and the recollections of childhood. You need a friend so as not to go mad, to talk about what transpired, beautiful and sad things during the day, of the yearnings and realizations, the dreams and reality. You should like deserted streets, puddles of water and wet roads, the edge of the street, the countryside after the rain, to lie down in the grass.
One needs a friend who says it's good to live, not because life is beautiful but because he has a friend. One needs a friend to stop crying. In order not to live leaning on the past in search of lost memories. Who slaps us on the shoulder smiling or crying, but who calls us friend in order to have the consciousness of what we are still living

MR BEAN - AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE

Mr Bean takes his new credit card to a department store. He can't stand the make up counter, but manages to get through and continues his shopping. From The Return of Mr Bean.


MR BEAN BACK TO SCHOOL



Mr Bean visits a school open day. He blows up a chemistry lab and escapes into a life drawing class. From Back to School Mr Bean.

MR BEAN AT SCHOOL

SCONES

Scones

Ingredients

To serve

Preparation method

  1. Preheat the oven to 200C/400F/Gas 5.
  2. Place the flour, baking powder and sugar in a food processor and pulse briefly to combine. Add the butter and pulse until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Transfer the mixture to a bowl and make a well in the centre.
  3. In another bowl, beat together the eggs and milk, reserving a tablespoon of the mixture to use as an egg wash. Add the rest to the flour mixture, along with the sultanas, stirring until the mixture comes together to form a dough. Turn out onto a floured work surface and knead briefly until the dough is smooth.
  4. Gently press the dough out to a thickness of about 2.5cm/1in and cut out circles using a biscuit cutter. Arrange the scones on a baking tray, spaced slightly apart, and brush the tops with the reserved egg wash.
  5. Bake the scones for 10-12 minutes, or until golden-brown and risen. Transfer to a wire rack to cool slightly.
  6. To serve, cut each scone in half and serve with clotted cream and strawberry jam.

ENJOY YOURSELF!!!







I know all of you really LOVE school but it´s time to relax a little bit...
But don't forget that learning is very important and we can do that any time in our lives....

HOLIDAYS

PREPOSITIONS OF PLACE

July 04, 2011

MY DREAM STREET CONTEST


6th and 7th grade students took part in this contest and the winner was Ana Isabel from 7º3. CONGRATULATIONS ANA!!

I FEEL GOOD




James Brown



Whooooau! I feel good, I knew that I would now
I feel good, I knew that I would now
So good, so good, I got you

Whooooau! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

When I hold you, in my arms
I know that I can’t do no wrong
And when I hold you in my arms
My love won’t do you no harm!!

And I feel… nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

When I hold you, in my arms
I know that I can’t do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can’t do me no harm!!

And I feel… nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

Whooooau! I feel good, I knew that I would
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you

Heey!!
(Oh, yeah!)

ANOTHER DAY



Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day

Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It’s just another day

At the office where the papers grow she takes a break
Drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake
It’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day, hey

So sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell
Ah, stay, don’t stand her up
And he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day
So sad, sometimes she feels so sad

As she posts another letter to the sound of five
People gather ’round her and she finds it hard to stay alive
It’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day, hey

So sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell
Ah, stay, don’t stand her up
And he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day
So sad, sometimes she feels so sad

Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day

Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
Ah, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day, hey

HOLIDAY




Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate
If we took a holiday
Took some time to celebrate
Just one day out of life
It would be, it would be so nice
Everybody spread the word
We´re gonna have a celebration
All across the world
In every nation
It´s time for the good times
Forget about the bad times, oh yeah
One day to come together
To release the pressure
We need a holiday
You can turn this world around
And bring back all of those happy days
Put your troubles down
It´s time to celebrate
Let love shine
And we will find
A way to come together
And make things better
We need a holiday
Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate
Holiday, Celebration
Come together in every nation

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS



I’ve paid my dues
Time after time
I’ve done my sentence
But committed no crime

And bad mistakes
I’ve made a few
I’ve had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I’ve come through

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world

I’ve taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all

But it’s been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
The whole human race
And I ain’t gonna lose

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions

ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE




Phil Collins


She calls out to the man on the street
“sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrased to be there

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can’t walk but she’s trying

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Oh, lord, is there nothing more anybody can do?
Oh, lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she´s been there
Probably been moved on from every place
’cause she didn’t fit in there

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

It’s just another day
For you and me in paradise

MY NAME IS LUKA





Suzanne Vega

Composição: Suzanne Vega



My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

I think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

Yes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

INDEPENDENCE DAY - 4thJULY