Turning points

To be honest, I've never made really important decisions. I don't know why, it may be because as I am part of the bilingual group we don't get too many options or because I am a very abstained person when the time requires a decision. I'm so abstained that, even now, in second of bachillerato I still don't know what I want to study when I get to university. However, this doesn't mean that I had never made a decision.

The first decision I made was not to attend to French but to Technology, however, as I was a bilingual student, I had to learn French too. That, honestly, was very disappointing.

Nevertheless, in second year, we had technology too, which was an improvement made thanks to ours parents that were complaining about us complaining of wanting to attend to Technology. It was a step forward.

If I remember well, during third year I didn't make any decisions, whether important nor insignificant. Not until summer. During summer third year students have to think about what to choose: arts or science. However, I had to make a bigger decision: I have to decide I was going to live in Ireland for a year. Truth be said, it wasn't a real decision, my mother said to me “You're going and there's nothing else to talk about”, so it was an awareness. Anyway, it meant a big change in my life, I hadn't done anything like this before, my last travel to a foreign country was in 2009 to Wales with the bilingual group for a week, and that didn't have too much to do against this. I had to choose the subjects I was going to be attending (they were Physics, applied Mathematics, Geography and Biology), and the clothes I was taking with me. Apart from that, I didn't do any other decision for the rest of the summer or even in Ireland. As I said before, I am a veru abstained person.

Last year I didn't make any other decision apart of choosing the science way, and Technology instead of Drawing or Biology(despite that, ironically, this last one was the one I go my highest mark in my year abroad). Any other decision were made during first of bachillerato.

This year, contrary to my habit of not doing decision, I have already done two. The first one is to pass Physics with a good grade. I'm sick of Magdalena saying “Andrés, I'll see you next” or “You better move to arts next years, the upcoming class is better than you in physics”. I'm not going to be trampled; I'll show Magdalena what I am capable of. The other decision is a promise that my mother had made me: if I get a distinction media, she would install a small climbing wall at the back patio with the money they're saving from the university matriculation. That's why I've decide that, after 5 years studying practically nothing (just the minimum to pass or getting a bit more), I've decide to be serious with my studies. Just to get a climbing wall.

Trips

Wales was the first place where the bilingual group was traveling together. It was July 2009 when this unforgettable experience started.

The main reason of the trip was our participation on the W.Y.S.C.(World Youth Skills Challenge), which was taking place in Llangollen. The W.Y.S.C. was an international project made by the school where it was being carried out (who were staying at the students' houses), involving hundreds of children from all over the globe, who had to participate in different categories.

I remember that the month before we had to choose the category we were participating in. There were like a dozen: Technology, Interpretation, Sports,... Mine were Mathematics, with Rocío, and Technology, among with William.

After that, we just had to wait. The partner we were designated had to contact us by email, so we could know better each other. I receive his a week before the exchange, his name was Nick. We actually spoke very little, he hardly ever was logged in.

A week later, we were boarding, heading to Wales. We arrived at the afternoon to Llangollen, after almost three hours of flight and another two hours traveling by bus. We went to the college, where our Welsh partners were waiting for us. It was now when my first problem came along.

My partner, as I said before, was called Nick, what I think it was boy name. However, he looked like a girl. Do not misunderstand me; what I mean is that he was blonde (as it is usual for English inhabitants), but hi has a really long hair for a boy, and his face didn't help to distinguish his gender (he had a “neutral”, it could be a boy's or a girl's one). That how he gained nickname of “the boy-girl” (el tío-tía, in Spanish). I was very shy of asking, I mean, it would be a very awkward question. Later that day, we met at the school again, and the question started. Some believed it was a boy, some others it was a girl, but me, his partner, the one who was supposed to know, didn't do. It wasn't until nighttime, when we went to sleep, when I finally knew it for sure. We slept in his room so when he had to put his pajama, he dressed off until he was in underwear, put hi pajama on, and went to sleep.

The next day was a funny day, most of the people couldn't believe he was a boy, and the ones who did believe, were laughing at me making gay jokes. It was also the presentation day, and after ir, we had the rest of the day for ourselves and our partners.

During the rest of the week, our competitions took place. The longer ones were the technology one, in which we had four days to make a lamp or an amplifier with a “modern” design; and the sports one, which was actually a league of various sports, so it took all the week. For the technology category I did a lamp (who gave tons of problems at the return) which I still conserve. With all the problems it caused and the time I spent making it, it wasn't worth it to throw it away. Another reason for keeping it is that I like it. Mathematics was one of the shortest competitions. We had about two hours I think to solve some problems. The curious thing about it was that Rocío and I were the team representing Spain. The other countries participating had minimum two teams participating.

The competitions only took place during the morning. At the afternoon we usually went on a tour trip. That's how my second problem started, just by doing trips. One of the trips was to a mountain back the school. I was with Javi, Antonio and Eligio, and we were completely lost. Not all the Spaniards had gone from the schools but all the foreign students. Well all except for William, who was talking with some girls. We started to search for them around the school but we couldn't find them. I don't remember how , but we knew after a while that they were at the top of the mountain, and that we were late, so we started running to the top. Nevertheless, when we were halfway to the top, we realized of one thing: William was still at the schools, “flirting” with some Welsh girls. So we phoned him, and we continued going up, until we arrived to the top, where and old small castle in ruins was, among with all the foreign students. William arrived about thirty minutes later, laughing of what had happened.

The week continued going until the sixth day, when the closing ceremony took place. Some of us won a trophy (it wasn't exactly a trophy, it was a diploma and a medal), some of them didn't get anything (like myself) as we didn't classified or won the final. That evening there was a goodbye party with a motorbike exhibition, a climbing tower and some concerts. Another memorable thing about that evening was Sendra showing of “his blonde”.

The seventh day was the goodbye day. Most of us were crying, they didn't want to say goodbye, but they had. Some of them kept in touch for a while, I don't know if they still do. I my case, I don't; as I say in the beginning, Nick didn't log in very frequently, so in the end I lost my only contact to the place where I had an amazing time.

Diary of a compulsive cheater (May the cheat be with you)

Long time ago, in a boring Philosophy class far, far away...

PHILOSOPHY CHEATER

Episode I: The whispering partner

Lola Villar, also known as the “Mindwrecker”, has just gave the Philosophy test to their first of Bachillerato B stundents. A multiple choice Philosophy exam that represents the 80% of the first term's final mark of 37 students. One of these students is our young cheater. However, he doesn't know he's a cheater yet. He is nervous as he knows that if he has a wrong answer, he will lose 0,5 points. 90 minutes later, he has given up after doing his best, and gives his exam to the Mindwrecker, hoping he'll pass.

A week later, he is given his mark. He's twice surprised. Not only he has failed, but he has got the lowest mark: -0,5 out of 10

Two weeks later, Christmas holidays starts, and during the sixteen days it lasts, he does nothing but study Philosophy.

And now, January the tenth, 2012, he is facing the Mindwrecker and her multiple choice test again, a retake exam that he has been sixteen days studying for. Nevertheless, the Mindwrecker is wining again. The bell has rung and he has only answered four questions, four questions that he's sure they are correct, but he needs one correct answer more to pass it. “It seems that it is over”, he thinkts when some people are standing up and giving the exam to her, but suddenly, his luck changes. He realises that the people are making a “visual barrier” between him and the Mindwrecker, and he sees the chance to ask his parter, who had passed the first exam and is trying to get a better mark by doing the retake one, the answer of one of the questions. “It's option A”, he answers whispering. “Thanks”, he's replied by our young cheater. Then, he gives his exam to the Mindwrecker and by having a quick look, she tells him his s knew mark: 5 out of 10. He has passed.

He has passed by cheating. He has cheated. He's a cheater. And he likes it.

Episode II: The magic chair

The Mindwrecker is testing our cheater and his partners again ta the end of the second term, but this time she hasn't used multiple choice exam to do it, because this time she was testing their logic.

Logic is an essential part of Maths, and as Maths is supposed to come from Philosophy, it's also an important part of it.

During the full second term, she has been teaching them logic formulas at the same time she wrecked their minds with long converting formulas exercises.

However, our cheater doesn't know why, but this time he does understand what the she's teaching them, so he's prepared for the exam, at least, more prepare than he was in the last term.

He knows all the logic formulas, but some of them are confusing and can be mixed up. He doesn't know how to remember them during the exam, his handwriting is too big to write them on and “informative” sheet, and it's spring so he can't write them on his arm as he has no long sleeves to hide them. The Mindwrecker will come back at any moment with the exam copies and he hasn't figured out where should he put them. He looks to the table, thinking that being in the first row it's too risky to write them on it, and the he looks down to his trousers, wondering why pen ink cannot be erased for them... when he finds the perfect place to put them: his chair. The curved part is big and long enough for him to write the confusing formulas even with his big handwriting, he won't attract the Mindwrecker's attention if he looks down and his legs and the table will conceal them all the time.

He then proceeds to write confusing formulas (and other not so confusing) on his chair, his “know-all” magic chair, and he had long finished before the Mindwrecker was back. He's given the exam, finishes it an hour later and gives it to the teacher.

A week later he knows that he had an 8 out of 10. Thanks God he had written the confusing formulas on his chair, there was a full question about them.

Episode III: The magic chair strikes back

Our young cheater is now confronting among his partners his final proof: the third term's final exam. The last philosophy exam of the year, at least if he pass it.

This time, the main topic was psychoanalysis, and to examine their students, the Mindwrecker told them that she would show them a video and they had to psychoanalyse their content.

The psychoanalyse it is not really very difficult, most of the signs have a sexual meaning. The problem is knowing what does that sign mean and what connection has with the other elements, and that's confusing, and again, our cheater didn't want to confuse them, so he needed an “informative” sheet again, and this time he knew what the sheet was going to be: the magic chair.

He knew which chair was his “know-all” chair, as the cleaners, despite they are meant to clean, they didn't have time enough to clean the chairs of the class in the last three months. That was what our cheater thought when looking for it.

He found it, and when the Mindwrecker arrived to the class and explain some basic rules about the exam, he had already finished actualizing his magic chair.

Now he is doing the exam, and psychoanalysing the video, a video showing the tale of Icarus, and his doing pretty good. He knows almost all the secret meanings of the signs, and the ones he can't remember, he consults chair to know what they could mean.

The bells rings, and he gives his exam to her, the Mindwrecker, who gave his mark to him a week later. He had 6,5 out of 10, and his final mark, the one which represented the media of al the year, as an 8 out of 10.

He had done. He has passed Philosophy. And with a very good mark.

-Socrates said “I know that I know nothing”, but I say “I know that I know cheating”,- he thought while exiting the class.

Classmates & friends

At first, there were twenty-eight bilingual students. However, now, six years later, there are nineteen of us, as a result of some of them leaving (Ana María, Julia, William, Marina, Carmen, Manolo, Fernández, Ana Jiménez, Sergio and Gabriel) and others coming (Lucía). I'd like to talk about the first four, which I could say that I appreciate most.

Ana and I are friends since primary school. We've always been good friend (at least, I've always consider her a good friend). We liked practically the same things, at least in the beginning, because as time passed by they changed a little. However, this didn't stopped our friendship. I remember once, as we did get on so well, our friend's group said that we were the perfect marriage and created us an imaginary son! Unfortunately, she has moved to Málaga, and we can't meet with her as usual as before.

When talking about Julia, I'd say that the only difference between her and Ana were the glasses and the imaginary marriage. I met her in first year. I think that she started to talk with Ana first, and after that, she joined us to our group. Juls (as I used to call her) and I could laugh at every single nonsense said by any of us, so we got on really well too. Nevertheless, since she changed school with Ana, I hardly ever met her nowadays, and that's a pity, to be honest. Curiously, since Ana moved, she lives now in her old house!

William, better know as Guille, was also a lad with I could laugh with every time. He's always been very nice, and we had a very similar music tastes. As happened with Julia, we laughed at every single nonsense. He was also the person which I usually put with when we had to do a project, he was intelligent, funny, and a friend, things that made him a very good partner. However, he left the bilingual group and this secondary school due to he was worried about his marks in Maths. We have to thank this fact to Fernanda.

Last but not least, we have Marina. Marina was possibly the last one I started a friendship with. Unluckily, I can't remember why. The most characteristic fact about her is that I call her “Burka”, and she calls me (not so often) “Zombie”. I started to call her like this because she make a book review of a book named “Un burka por amor”, and she started to call me like that because I showed her once a zombie I had drawn by myself. She and also Guille are the ones who I mostly see nowadays.

To be honest, I'd would have liked to talk about some others, but if I did it, it would take me more pages than stars in the night sky, because the classmates and friends that we have during the bilingual project deserve a book for each one. 

Teachers

We were asked to talk about one the teachers we have had during this past 6 years. In the beginning, I didn't know who I should talk about, but then I started to think about anecdotes of them, and Fernanda is possibly the teacher with the funniest anecdotes.

Firstly, I'd like to comment that, despite all what is said about her (her difficult exams, her incomprehensible hand writing, etc.), she was a good teacher. However I cannot say that the facts mentioned about aren't true – because they are.

When talking about the anecdotes she stars in, the most remarkable one is the day in which we arrived to the class, we came in and Fernanda wasn't there yet, and as she didn't came after ten minutes waiting, we thought she was absent. However, we were wrong. Fifteen minutes before the bell rang, she entered the class, and said “You had maths class now and you didn't tell, such imps of you”. She forgot about having class, and she even blamed us!

She is also the protagonist of many smaller anecdotes, such as repeating each day “Virosta, did you do the homework?” or “Laza, don't stretch in public – it's very rude”. And who can forget about “You have a media of 4.5, if you want I can pass you, if you don't, I fail you, however you want”.

To end, I'd like to say that for me Fernanda was a good teacher. She did some weird things (like shouting “ay ay ay ay ay” when she accidentally knocked over the board rubber), but that dind't meant she was a bad teacher. I have to admit that some of here exams were difficult, but she made them like that so we could apply what we had learnt so we could learn more.

Earliest memory

I don't remember too many things about my first days at secondary school. However, there's one I can remember better than others: our first English lesson.

Our English teacher was – and still is – Isabel Celis, or as we call her, Miss Celis. It didn't take too long until we got shocked with her. Why? Because she was talking in English. It may be normal for someone who has been studying English for years but, for us, twenty-five student who had just left primary school was astonishing. Almost any of us could understand her at all. However our “nightmare” was not finished yet. The worst part came when she showed us the red car, a red cardboard which was given to who spoke Spanish, and at the end of the class he or she was given extra homework. Funnily, there was just one red card, so if two people spoke Spanish, the second person who spoked received it and the first person was free of having extra activities.

To conclude this first chapter, I'd like to say that I possible never forget this day as long as I remember how nervous we were and how funny was to annoy that person who received the the red card.

Do you think "El Pep" should continue training Barça?

Pep Guardiola, an ex-football player ant current Barça coach, says that he wants to finish his career as a coach and retire completely. the question is, after four years on the top and achieving to be one of the best football coaches in the world, should he retire?
Most people consider him the best coach Barça has ever had, and if not the best, the second. SO these people think that he should stay a few years more, making both, him an the club, more successful.
On the other hand, some people think that he has done a lot for the team, has already won lots of titles and shouldn't take the risk.
What I think of this is that you actually can't say that a person is  a good coach just because the team he trains wins most of the matches they play, because you can be a very good coach but the payers could be the worst in the world, so your club would loose the matches.In my opinion, he shouldn't take the risk and leave.

Flatland - Book Review

Information about the book
Author: Edwin A. Abbot
Published in: 1884
Genre: fantasy, science 


Summery
Plot
We live in a world in three dimensions, but, have you ever imagined a world with just two dimensions - length and width?
This is the case of Flatland, a world extended only in the X and Y axis, a world where the living beings are geometrical figures, such as lines, squares, pentagons, circles and others, a world completely different from ours, a world where the existence of the three-dimensional world is unknown - until now.

[Spoilers begin here]
Book Summery
A. Square, an inhabitant from Flatland who is now in prison, first tells the reader the characteristics of his world: why there are so many geometric forms, how the hierarchical system is, how do they see each other, etc., to secondly tells us how he ended there. He tells how "ignorant" he was, not believing in the third dimension, and how, during the end of the second millennium of his age, he first had a "vision" of Lineland, the world of one dimension, during a dream, and how he tried to explain to the king of Lineland the second dimension, and how he is unable to do it, calling the king an ignorant. that same day, during the evening, he receives the visit of what he thinks that is a "circle", the most important figure in his world. Then the "circle" tells him that he is a circle composed by infinite circles, or in others words, a sphere. The sphere, as A. Square tried to do with the king of Lineland, tries to explain him the world of three dimension, obtaining the same result as the square. In the end, A. Square calls him "devil", and attacks him, ending "stuck" in the sphere. The sphere ask the square to stop making pressure so he could go, but he doesn't so the sphere goes up and takes the circle to the third dimension. After all this happened, the square realised how ignorant he was, and starts calling the sphere "Master". The sphere reveals that he has chosen him to be his "messiah" of the third dimension. He continues explaining the square all the figures in the third dimension, and once he has finished, the square  ask his master to go to the forth dimension. After this petition, says to the sphere not to say nonsenses by saying that there are dimensions above the third dimension. Then the sphere show the sphere the zero dimension: Pointland, where the only inhabitant is a point which takes up the whole dimension, and tells him that it was the last lesson. He then wakes up in Flatland again, being now the year 2000, and tries to explain the people the third dimension, but he is unable, and because talking about the third dimensions is forbidden, he is imprisoned for lifetime.
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Favourite parts of the book


"Upward, not Northward"
I like this sentence because it practically the key word of the book. This sentence is first said by the sphere to indicate the square where to look to appreciate the third dimension. As he has and eye that can only move up and down sideways, he is unable to first understand this sentence, but when he is taken to the third dimension and then he is returned to Flatland, that the sentence he uses to remember the third dimension and to try to explain the people the third dimension.

"Me, me me me me, me me me me me me"*
This is the main sentence of the king of Pointland, who is unable to think in other thing than himself as he takes up everything there. I like it because it is a very funny scene when the King of Pointland appears and he is most of the time saying that.


*Note: this sentence actually belongs to the film, not the book (yes, Flatland also have a film). The rest of the scene is as described in the book, with exception of this sentence, which it is not said,


Applications to everyday life
I think that the main application I can get from this book is to believe what it's further from my sight. By this I mean that you should believe in what you don't see, such as spirits and ghost and all that kind of stuff, or in the forth dimension. I mean, most people think that the forth dimension is time, but mathematically speaking, the forth dimension must be a spatial dimension. I believe it exists, despite I had never seen a real teseract (a cube from the forth dimension), or any other real object from the forth dimension. Or maybe the forth dimension are the Heaven and the Hell, and the forth dimension is composed by spirits. All you need is to believe.

Conclusion and recommendations
To finish this review, I'd like to say this book is a great book, which one hundred years ago started the revolution of the dimension, making mathematicians, physicists, philosophers, ecclesiastics and more people interested in the fourth dimension, as the forth dimension gave the option to some people to explain things such as where we go when we die and others. I definitely recommend this book to everybody who likes mathematics and physics. It doesn't mind that you don'r understand them as the book doesn't use a very complicated vocabulary. It's a fast, interesting and funny reading, and it gives you the possibility to understand how a two-dimensional world could be.

On-line dating - better or worse than traditional dating?

Since the internet was created, our life has changed a lot, including the way we meet new people. We can now log in in a dating web and make plans with someone you have never  seen. The question is: is this new way of dating people better or worse than the traditional ways.

There are thousands of people who do log in daily in this type of website, hoping to meet their "significant other". The reasons they use they use this way instead of the traditional one could be any, going from shyness to ease of dating, passing through cheapness and comfort. Some people are so shy that can't talk face to face to a person after they know the other person as they were best friends. Others, simply thinks it's easier to  find a person you may like by typing his or her characterisrics  in a search bar.

However, on-line dating has its risks. One of them is always present when you start talking with other person, and it is the fact that you don't know who really is the person talking to you at the other end of the chat. His or her profile may say that he or she is 20 years old, blond and 1.70 m tall, when she or he is in fact 54, dark-haired and 1.50 m tall. that's something you don't really know unless you meet him or her in real life.

In my opinion, I think both ways have their fors and against reasons, so the best thing is to use the one you prefer or is more suitable for you, as you may prefer to say some things face to face that other people prefer to say on a on-line chat.

Does your blood affect your customs?

I don't have a very mixed flood, both of my parents are from Seville. However, if I go to previous generation, blood starts getting mixed, making me less Sevillian than I thought I was.

My father's father was from Extremadura, and his wife from the Canary Islands. My mother's mother, or in otehr words, my maternal grandmother, is also from Seville, but his blood isn't Sevillian at all. Her mother was Argetinian, and her grandparents Frech! Also, her father was from Catalonia mixing more her blood, and at the same time mine! Nevertheless, despite of all this blood mixure, my family haven't got a lot of foreign customs. I think, that the only foreign custom we have adopted is Saint Nicholas. The 24^th of December we all used to have dinner at my grandmother's house, and after the dinner, the four smallest grandsons she had slept at her house. In the morning, the rest of the family came back to the house so they could get their Christmas gift from under the tree. The other custom I have aren't foreign, they are actually typical Seville. It is Feria, and, to be honest, I don'y go that usally, so I don't really know if i should call it a custom.

To finish, I would like to say that I think that your blood doesn't influence really much on your customs and others, what does really influence is the place you are born and who your family is. I say this because, I've got some French blood, and to be honest, I don't like French.

The Jamaican

In the photo we see a little statue of a Jamaican guy who’s smoking weed. We saw “him” while we were taking part in the cultural Gymkhana. When I say “we”, I refer to my group, composed by Pablo R., María D., me and our Dutch exchange partners, of course. We were looking for a pair of stilts, the typical Dutch shoes, as we had to take a photo of them. The shoes were in the same shop as this guy but, if we hadn't seen him, we would have never stopped in front of the shop and stepped in.

When I see the photo, I remember the enjoyment of the moment, we all laughing seeing the statue, but also the anger I felt when the shop dependant looked at me angrily when he saw that I was taking out my camera from my pocket. He said using a loud voice “No photos, buy something first”. He was in front of me and wanted to take my camera away from my hands. I answered him “Ok, we’ll buy something”. It was Maria who bought some crisps, and then he sat again behind the counter. We didn’t thank him after we go, as we were treated so badly.

We then saw the shoes outside and took a photo of them. In the end, we won a Gymkhana, and all thanks to a Jamaican who was happily smoking weed.

#TeImaginas... Qué la vida fuese una Musical?

(El por qué del nombre del proyecto está en rojo)

Todo empezó cierto día de Abril cuando nuestra profesora de educación física, Gloria Herrero, nos propuso el primer proyecto de este tercer trimestre: un taller de expresión corporal. Al principio, la mayoría no parecíamos muy ilusionados (es más, me atrevo a decir que hay muchos que aún lo siguen sin estar), pero que se le iba a hacer, en la vida no simpre podemos hacer lo que nos gusta.

Ahora llegaba una parte dificil del proyecto, escoger el grupo. Algunos os preguntaréis que por qué es esto difícil; pues os diré por qué. Cada grupo tenía que estar formado por 6 personas, a excepción de un par de ellos que tenían que ser de 5. Y seamos sinceros, nunca sabes a quién elegir. Ya que no sabes si meterte con fulanito o con lozano, pero tampoco queréis dejar solo a periquito. Ya lo dije antes, un elección difícil. Tras unos diez minutos, todos los grupos estaban hecho, y el mío estaba formado por Bea D., Marina F., Alicia L., Manuel M., Sandra R. y yo. Una vez acabada la labor de hacer los grupos, empezaba la larga y compleja segunda decisión del proyecto (aunque más que una decisión, podríamos llamarlo un trabajo grupal): decidir que hacer. 

Mucha gente confunde "expresión corporal" con playback o una coreografía, pero expresión corporal tiene infinitas modalidades más: hacer un teatro, un musical, un monólogo,... y muchas más, pero como las más fáciles son las dos primeras nombradas, suelen ser las más típicas. En un principio, nosotros no teníamos ni idea de  que íbamos a hacer, lo cual no dejó atascados a la hora de continuar. Yo propuse las ideas de inventar un videoclip para alguna canción que no lo tuviese (saqué la idea de este video, un videoclip creado por un chaval y su amiga a modo de proyecto de clase, pero que se acabó convirtiendo en el oficial de la banda), pero mis compañeros no lo vieron bien, dijeron que podría ser muy complicado, y como era un decisión grupal, no se iba a hacer lo que solo uno dijese. Lo que nos sacó del bache fue una idea que tuvo uno de nosotros, lo que podríamos llamar "La Primera Idea". Esta consistía en llamar al proyecto "#TeImaginas... Que vivimos en un mundo ideal?", la cual consistía en hacer que todo lo que nuestra sociedad de hoy en día repugna o ve como imperfecto, hacerlo típico, ya que sería un mundo en el que todo se podría hacer. De ahí nuestro primer croquis de guión, uno en el que una relación de 3 personas, una chica y dos chicos, era perfecta, aceptada y se querían, y narraba sus desventuras, que vinieron en una lluvia de ideas que incluía aprobar con cierta profesora de matemáticas y hacer del final una parodia de Origen. 

No sé en que punto exactamente pasamos a "La Segunda Idea", pero sé que fue llegado al punto en el que nuestra pareja de tres personas ideal no era tan ideal, ya que se acabó convirtiendo en una pareja de solo dos y sus desventuras ya no estaban relacionadas con un mundo ideal en el que todo es perfecto y no pasa anda malo, pero eso sí, estaba lleno de música, como si fuese un musical. Ese fue el punto clave que nos hizo pasar a nuestra segunda y definitiva idea: "#TeImaginas... Que al vida fuese una musical?". Nos pareció gracioso que si poníamos algunas canciones en escenas tan típicas como limpiar el polvo, ducharse o que se te quede pillado el ordenador sería muy diferente de como son sin música, como en un musical. 

A partir de este punto, empezamos ya con las escenas, cada uno aportando su granito de arena, viendo que canciones conocía que pudiesen parodiarse en la realidad, que pudiesen usarse en una escena de diario.

Así acabamos  eligiendo  las varias canciones que y escenas que usaríamos en al versión final, que aunque yo las nombre aquí en un par de líneas, tardaron varias semanas en aparecer u pulirse hasat legar a su versión definitiva.

He aquí la canciones qeu usamos para el proyecto (está todo en un solo archivo conjunto)
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1- Silbando al trabajar (Blancanieves y los siete enanitos)
2- Olvídame y pega la vuelta (Pimpinela)
3- Mila campanas
4-Por qué te vas (jeanette)
5-Ctrl+Alt+Supr (El Reno Renardo)
6-Desprecio (El Rey León 2)
7-Haré un hombre de ti (Mulán)
8-De cero a héroe (Hércules)
9-Deer in the headlights (Owl City)
10-Boyfriend
11-Girlfriend (Avril Lavigne)
12-Amo a Laura (Los Happiness)
13-Summer Belongs to you (Phineas y Ferb)

Escalada en estepa

Pos hace un par de semanitas estuve con mi monitor y una compañera escalando en roca en Estepa. A pesar del calor, estuvo muy bien, escalé en roca por segunda vez en mi vida y casi me despeño, pero en general fue genial. Escalamos en total dos IV, un V, un 6a y un 6a+, yo todos de top rock (sad face).
He aquí algunas foticos del menda escalando (Son las qeu mi monitor me ha pasado, también als hay de él y la compañera, pero no las tengo):

Cocina sana con humor y preocupación de una madre

(Hemos tenido qeu dividir el video en dos debido a problemas técnicos, y además, blogger no los reconoces como vídeos, asíq eu solo podemos poner los enlaces)
Parte 1:
Cocina con Sergio y Andrés 1

Parte 2:
Cocina con Sergi y Andrés 2



Características del plato:

• Está rico
• Fácil de hacer
• No lleva mucho tiempo hacerlo

Características saludables:

• Rico en Omega 3
• El ajo es un antibiótico natural, incrementando las defensas del organismo
• Al haber cocinado la merluza a la plancha, hemos evitando que se añada un exceso de grasas

Características no tan saludables:

• Al ser un pez qeu mide de media entre 70 y 120 cm, puede contener mercurio y otros metales.

Inception - Film review

Inception is one of the weirdest films I've ever seen. It's very difficult, almost impossible, to tell anyone its plot, they only way they could understand it would be by watching the film.  The film is basically about dreams. Dreams are caused by the sub-conscience, so most of the people does not understand them. But it is possibly to create a dream, and Dom Cobb (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his team can. This is the only thing I can explain without confusing you, readers.
[Spoilers start here] I actually liked the film, but it really hard to understand, as the special effects and the plot are very complicated. There are some parts, as the end of the film, that are the best and the worst at the same time. The end shows how Cobb, after achieving what he was asked to do, can return to the U.S.A., and he is able to see his children again. The only way he can know if he's dreaming or not is by spinning a little spinning top that, if he's dreaming, it spins forever, and if it's real life, it will stop. We can see how he starts spinning it, but his children distract them and when the spinning top starts to balance, the film ends, so is the viewer who actually decide if he's dreaming or not. This is a master piece for me, but it annoys me a lot, as I cannot decide if he's dreaming or not. I try to guess it being logical, but I just cannot decide. [Spoilers finish here]

The Exchange - Film review

Los Angeles, 1928. Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie), who works in a telephone exchange company, lives in her own with his nine years old son Walter. It was a typical weekend for the family, so Ms. Collins went to work as usual, while her son waited her at home so in the evening they could go to watch a film. At the time she was coming back, she unfortunately looses the street car that should carry her home. When she arrives there, already night time, she realizes Walter is not in the house. She quickly starts to search for him in the neighbourhood, but she can't find him. She  then call the police to inform about the disappearance, but she's told that they cannot do anything until twenty-four hours has passed since the boy got lost. Passed that time, she goes to the police station so she's able to make known that her son's disappeared. Weeks later, L.A. Police tell her they've found Walter, and when mother and son are about to rejoin, she denies the boy they have found is her son. From that point, Christine Collins start to investigate where her son really is and unmask the corrupted Los Angeles Police Department.

Changeling, up to now is one the best film I have ever seen, to be honest. It shows how L.A. Police was during the 1920s, a corrupted Department that if they couldn't get the things they wanted, they would get them using the force. [From now on, spoilers begin] When Christine denies that the boy they've found is her son, they start to put pressure on her to not deny that the boy is her son. Despite it is obvious that he's not her son as he is smaller than Walter was before he disappeared and that boy is circumcised while Walter wasn't, they send doctors just to tell her lies trying to convince her. I like how she does not care about what the police says, she knows she's right and the Police is wrong and they don't want to admit it. The pressure they put on her increases as she does not stop, so the policeman in charge of the investigation, Officer Jones, send her to an asylum. Meanwhile, in another investigation, some policemen captures a Canadian teenager who is illegally in the U.S.A.. This teenager has a black past on him: he says that his cousin, the person he was living in and owner of the farm where he was captured, kidnap children and kill them. The policemen show him some photos about disappeared children to see if he recognizes any of them, and he does. To see if he is not lying, they took him back to the farm, and ask him to dig up where the corpses are, and a few shovelfuls later, some human bones appear. This part is very shocking as when the policemen see the corpses ask the teenager to stop, but he doesn't, he's actually crying as he has killed some of the boys there and he's regretted. This make the investigation about Walter Collins to reopen, and tons of people start defend her, even a prestigious lawyer. The killer is captured, and she's taken out of the asylum. After the trial, he's sentenced to die. We see how he is going to be hung, and despite he's crazy and he killed all the children, he is actually scared of death, as he starts to act with hysteria. He ask to the witness to pray for him, but no one does it. This part is very dying for me, as it shows how people behave during the last minutes of their life, when they know they're going to die. Few days later, another trial occur, in which  Officer Jones is accused of corruption, and he looses the trial, loosing his rank and job. Also, another few women who were in the asylum because they did the same as Christine are released after the trial. Some years later, the police find a boy who was kidnapped by the killer, and says how him and two other boys escaped, being one of them Walter. he actually confess that he's alive thanks to him, but he doesn't know where they are now, or if they were captured again. Despite all the evidences, Christine did never give up and continued looking for his son. [Spoilers finish here]


What I like of this film is the effort shown by Ms. Collins: she does never give up, she did never stop fighting the police despite she was tortured in the asylum and all the people lied to her. That's what I call mother love. And this bring hope to people, as this is based on a true story, showing that there's still people who do whatever it takes for the one they love.

4-3-2012

Desayuno:
Pan con queso, dos rebanadas. Un vaso de leche también

Almuerzo:
Coliflor con bechamel, unas 5 empanadillas de queso y de postre un flan. De beber zumo de melocotón.

Merienda:
Un vaso de leche y galletas varias

Cena:
Un par de san jacobos, zumo de naranja natural y un yogurt natural de postre.

Conclusión:
Me he chustado tres ibuprofenos para el tobillo (uno en cada comida importante). A lo mejor me he pasado un poco con el quese, y también con los fritos, así qeu considero el menú de hoy regular.

28-2-2012

Desayuno:
Dos rebanadas de pan con queso al horno, y mi vaso de leche mañanero.

Almuerzo:
Arroz a la cubana con huevo frito, una salchicha y algo de bacon. De postre un plátano, y para beber, zumo de melocotón.

Merienda:
La otroa apmera con coco y un vaso de leche

Cena:
Unas 8 croquetas, un zumo de naranaja recién exprimido y de postre un yogurt natural.

Conclusión:
Hoy no me he dado mucho excesos (puede que con la comida, pero bacon no he tomado mucho, un par de lonchas tal vez). He tomado 4 piezas de frutas (el zumo está hecho de 3 naranajas) y el único momento en el que me he pasado con los azúcares ha sido en la merienda, así que considero el menú de hoy positivo.

27-2-2012

Desayuno:
Un vaso de leche y algunas galletas.

Almuerzo:
Mis padres fueron a comer fuera con unos amigos, así que me compré un pizza de pollo, queso y algo de pimiento verde y además le eché un poco de salchichas y salsa barbacoa. Bebí zumo sabor Tropical y mi postre fue un plátano.

Merienda:
Mi padre me trajo una palmera con coco espolvoreado por encima, y estaba muy buena. También me tomé un vaso de leche.

Cena:
Unos filetitos empanados y otra vez zumo tropical. No he tomado postre porque me he puesto a ver  The Walking Dead y se me ha olvidado.

Conclusión:
Hoy me he pasado con los dulces y también los precocinados. Mañana tendré que tomar más fruta o lo que sea para contrarrestar la mala alimentación de hoy.

Pechakucha E.F.

26-2-2012

Desayuno:

Vaso de leche y magdalena

Comida:

Hoy he comido fuera con mis padres, por lo que he tomado un serranito de cerdo con jamón, tortilla y una pequeña racion de patatas fritas que venian como acompañanción. De segundo tomé una pechuga de pocho con bechamel. El postre fue un tarta de galletas con algo de chocolate, y un poco de vodka caramelizado, qeu la casa nos invitó a un chupito. Bebí agua durante toda al comida (como 4 vasos, creo). Todo muy rico, la verdad.

Merienda:

Vaso de leche y un paquete de galletas de coco, qeu tiene 4 galletas. Son como barquillos con coco entre medio. Según el paquete, son un total de 511 kcal.

Cena:

Un zumito de naranja recién exprimido y un sandwich, que no había ganas de preparar la cena. Estaba hecho de 3 lonchas de pan Bimbo, 4 lonchas de jamón "york" y 2 de queso, todo tostadito en la sandwichera. El postre ha sido un plátano (sin pensar mal piltrafillas e_e).

Conclusión:

A la hora de la comida me he pasado un poco con las carnes y grasas, y a lo mejor un pococ también en la cena. Como justificarlo diciendo que era para coger energías paar hacer ejercicios de física (he hecho 18) no es buena excusa, considero qeu la alimentación de hoy ha sido regular.

Love confession

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<Because what I feel for you, cannot be expressed with words.>

Adventure Time!

Well, not so long ago, I got bored of my castle (which still hasn't got a name) and the underwater ravine, so I decide to go back to my first house, which is the actual main base, and then to the spawn point base (photos), and I remember the massive chunk error next to it that created a huge ocean biome, and I said to myself "Why not?" (in the good way, you nasty-minded people), so I filled my item menu, created a nice sword and armour and here I am! Ready to discover new awesome chunks of terrain in Minecraft andlive some new adventures!

THE DICTATORS

Wikipedia defines a dictatorship as an autocratic form of goverment in wihch the goberment is ruled by an idividual, the dictator.
There has been dictators since the Roman Empire was created, and possibly, that was the only dictatorship that didn't have bad consequences. Except of the roman dictators, any of the next dictators have brought with them benefits during their dictatorships. Almost of all the dictatorships has taken place during the past century, in the time of World War II and the post war. We all possibly remember Hitler, the Nazi leader; Franco, el Caudillo; Kim Il Sung, the "Dear Leader" of North Korea; Castro, "el líder de la revolución"; and more! Fortunately, almost of the dictatorships are over, unfortunately, not all of them.
The North Korea inhabitants are suffering the dictatorship of the third dictator in a row, being now Kim Jong-un, grandson of the first dictator, the "Dear leader" of North Korea. To be historical, Korea was separated in 1948 during the Cold War, being South Korea occupied by the USA, and North Korea by the URSS, and Kim Il Sing started its dictatorship. Two years later, North Korea, supported by China and the URSS attacked the south and started the Corean War. Thanks to the presence of USA in South Korea, it wasn't conquered. After three years in war, the war arrived to a dead point, and both sides stopped attacking, and the demilitarized zone of Korea was create, but no peace treaty was signed. However, that wasn't the worst of all that mess. The worst came when Kim Jong-Il, the second dictator, who did die a few weeks ago, got the power after the death of his father in 1997. During its dictatorship the economy decreased incredibly fast and since then famine is all over the country, and has killed thousands. And when he died, the people who didn't cry his dead were put in jail because of order given by his son, the new dictator, Kim Jong-un.
This is the only dictatorship now on Earth thankfully, as Gaddafi, the dictator of Libia, was finally Killed by the  Rebel Group last year, after forty-one year of dictatorship and making the country to suffer; and Castro abandoned the presidency of Cuba four years ago, but unfortunately he still has power in the country.
As most people say, they deserve a bullet in the head, but no one has the guts to do it.