<?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-2416642994794085311</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wickedwords</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416642994794085311.post-4399448593005667642</id><published>2008-04-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:25:50.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URBAN MYTHS    -RED-HANDED-</title><content type='html'>A drunk driver was pulled over by a police officer late one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hi was trying to walk a straight line, there was a crash from a nearby alley and the policeman told the drunk to wait while he checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting about ten minutes the drunk decided it was silly to wait, and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the police officer knocked on his door. The driver stuck to the story that he´d been at home all evening and the policeman demanded he open the garage door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man obliged wondering what the policeman hoped to find. He realized his mistake when he saw the police car in his garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-4399448593005667642?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4399448593005667642/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=4399448593005667642' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4399448593005667642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4399448593005667642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/urban-myths-red-handed.html' title='URBAN MYTHS    -RED-HANDED-'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-838121371381125315</id><published>2008-04-19T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:00:44.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"DAVID" BY MICHELANGELO</title><content type='html'>The work of art most schoking to me has been "DAVID" by Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody knows this sculpture is situated in the art gallery of the academic in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;It´s 5.17 meter high. It´s a marble statue. It was sculpted from 1501 to 1504, it is a masterpiece of Reinassance sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;Michelangelo chose to represent David as an athlete, manly character, very concentrated and ready to flight. The extrem tension is evident in his worried look and in his right hand, holding a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first tjme when I saw this sculpture, it really shocked me because it´s a colosal, gigantic and enormous statue. I needed to sit in front of him and spend a long time looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend to everybody who goes to Florence not to miss this chance of visiting DAVID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-838121371381125315?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/838121371381125315/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=838121371381125315' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/838121371381125315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/838121371381125315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-by-michelangelo.html' title='&quot;DAVID&quot; BY MICHELANGELO'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-5995180405974052028</id><published>2008-04-07T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:40:53.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links</title><content type='html'>Hi núria.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve posted. I hope you enjoy my writing.&lt;br /&gt;see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-5995180405974052028?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stillacer.blogspot.com/2008/03/discoveries-ian-mcewan.html#links' title='Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5995180405974052028/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=5995180405974052028' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/5995180405974052028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/5995180405974052028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/virginia-discoveries-ian_07.html' title='Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-1948540688119169815</id><published>2008-04-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:40:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links</title><content type='html'>Hi núria.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve posted. I hope you enjoy my writing.&lt;br /&gt;see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-1948540688119169815?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stillacer.blogspot.com/2008/03/discoveries-ian-mcewan.html#links' title='Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1948540688119169815/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=1948540688119169815' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1948540688119169815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1948540688119169815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/virginia-discoveries-ian.html' title='Virginia: Discoveries. Ian McEwan#links#links'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-4194626580318072821</id><published>2008-04-07T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:19:04.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TELLING STORIES</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about the hobby of my oldest son Sergi?.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five years ago when my oldest son was 5, he decided to play hairdressers.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon my sister and brother-in-law came round to see us with their daughter Sonia who was 6.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, while we were having a drink and chatting our children were in Sergi´s bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;We thought that they were sleeping because we couldn´t hear anything. However, the reality was absolutely different.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I went to see the children. I still haven´t been able to forget what I saw when I opened the door. They had cut each others hair!.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia who had very beautiful long hair, at that moment only had one part of it, because my son had completely cut the right side of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sergi lost his fringe, showing a big bald part of his head.&lt;br /&gt;When I could react, I called the rest of the family  "who were chatting peacefully", they came quickly and they had the same reaction as me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily hair grows.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most shocking things that´s ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-4194626580318072821?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4194626580318072821/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=4194626580318072821' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4194626580318072821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4194626580318072821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/telling-stories.html' title='TELLING STORIES'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-4367293620675098138</id><published>2008-01-16T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:24:26.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCANNY SITUATION</title><content type='html'>I´ll explain you an uncanny situation.&lt;br /&gt;This situation happened me days ago. We just were in Christmas days.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my dog, when suddenly I saw a boy who take after a friend of my oldest son.&lt;br /&gt;He looking at me and I immediately associated him with this friend.&lt;br /&gt;I went up to say hello to him and I kissed him on the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;When I was next to him I noticed that something was uncanny, because his clothes were dirty, and the boy I knew who "is called Héctor" is a clean and tidy boy.&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that it´s been a long time since I saw Héctor.&lt;br /&gt;My surprise was that when I asked him "How are you?", he answered me that he was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Then I just gaped at him and I was conscious that I didn´t know him at all.&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I didn´t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tell him that I was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to him. In that moment I felt so embarrassed of this encounter that I couldn´t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I assure you it´s a true story.&lt;br /&gt;By.&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-4367293620675098138?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4367293620675098138/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=4367293620675098138' title='6 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4367293620675098138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/4367293620675098138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncanny-situation.html' title='UNCANNY SITUATION'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416642994794085311.post-6146908056444455901</id><published>2007-12-14T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:51:10.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS DAYS</title><content type='html'>For me, it´s difficult to explain my feelings about Christmas days.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion the great o vast majority of people don´t celebrate this days because of religious&lt;br /&gt;beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;I think it´s a tradition encourages for different vested interests.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover all families seems to that this days have to love out of a sense of duty.&lt;br /&gt;Besides people spent a fortune buying things that sometimes they don´t need.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I only find a positive thing this days, it´s the illusion and the innocense of children to get their presents.&lt;br /&gt;I´m nonbeliever, and when Christmas days arrive, I have a feeling of sadness, because I believe&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of hipocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;I´m sorry if with my point of view about Christmas days, I´ve upset somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-6146908056444455901?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6146908056444455901/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=6146908056444455901' title='5 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/6146908056444455901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/6146908056444455901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-days.html' title='CHRISTMAS DAYS'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-1579640288790892319</id><published>2007-11-07T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:20:35.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>I´m going to speak about my experience with fog.&lt;br /&gt;I know fog is not considered like a Natural Disaster, but in my opinion, sometimes it can cause important damages.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a fantastic sunny snowy day that I was getting on the chair lift very happy, but suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;while we were reaching the top of the mountain, the valley was covered in shroud in mist.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived I almost got killed getting off the chair lift. The worst thing of all was that we had to go down the hill skiing, and we didn´t see anything. At that moment a group of instructors was sent to look for us and help us, but it was very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been plagued by the memory of that horrifying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-1579640288790892319?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1579640288790892319/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=1579640288790892319' title='9 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1579640288790892319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1579640288790892319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/flog_07.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416642994794085311.post-3694402915256044425</id><published>2007-10-31T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:16:44.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NICKNAME</title><content type='html'>Well, first I have to tell you that I have written badly my nickname, the correct word is&lt;br /&gt;"WICKEDWORDS".&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this name because after a long time thinking about it, somebody told me that this&lt;br /&gt;name means "enjoyable, attractive".&lt;br /&gt;According to my dictionary, if you describe someone or something as WICKED, you mean that they are rather naughty, but in a way that you find attractive or enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;I´m sorry for this mistake, I´m conscious that my nickname is complicated, but after all problems that I have had with my blog, I would like to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-3694402915256044425?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3694402915256044425/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=3694402915256044425' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/3694402915256044425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/3694402915256044425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-nickname.html' title='MY NICKNAME'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-2126502282531427114</id><published>2007-10-31T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:34:24.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPARATIVES "MY NEW FLAT"</title><content type='html'>I´ll compare the flat I´m living in now than I lived in before.&lt;br /&gt;The flat I´m living in now is better than I lived in before to several things.&lt;br /&gt;The first flat was on the outskirts of the town and now I´m living in the centre of the town and&lt;br /&gt;I´m feel much more comfortable than before.&lt;br /&gt;The new flat is bigger than I had before.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover the new flat is an attic, and I can enjoy with my small garden and with a place to sunbathe, in general it´s brightier than I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, to somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-2126502282531427114?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2126502282531427114/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=2126502282531427114' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/2126502282531427114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/2126502282531427114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/comparatives-my-new-flat.html' title='COMPARATIVES &quot;MY NEW FLAT&quot;'/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-1250548793168880441</id><published>2007-10-21T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:53:22.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;I´m wikedwords, do you want to know why I´ve chosen this name?.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought in this name, after a long time to get my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I´m married and I´ve got three children. I dont´work outside home, even though I have a lot of work at home as housewife.&lt;br /&gt;I like doing sport every day. At weekends I like riding quads with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;We have had some fascinating adventures with our quads.&lt;br /&gt;I´m studying English because I like travelling a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I like going to the cinema and the theatre too.&lt;br /&gt;When I don´t have to study English I enjoy reading Spanish or Catalan books, because I don´t need a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that´s all by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-1250548793168880441?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1250548793168880441/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=1250548793168880441' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1250548793168880441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/1250548793168880441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-everybody-im-overwork-do-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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-2416642994794085311.post-574968372099926973</id><published>2007-10-18T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:11:34.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2416642994794085311-574968372099926973?l=wikedwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/feeds/574968372099926973/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2416642994794085311&amp;postID=574968372099926973' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/574968372099926973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416642994794085311/posts/default/574968372099926973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikedwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedwords</name><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>
