As a younger girl, I tendend to be a complaining person. This was certainly a consequence of the famous teenage difficulty to manage with the world, it was a kind of refuse to rules, society, and so on. Simply I didn't feel fit to other people especially older, and maybe didn't want to.
But nowadays at 21, I feel like more tolerant, and often I can't stand very strict people. Everyone getting disappointed for everything could happen,and any trouble...for instance: your boyfriend forgetting the aniversary of the beginning of the relationship,the long queue at the supermarket, an odd joke played by friend that makes you worry, and many other things in the daily life.
It's not worth to think seriously about all unpleasant things could going on through life, either caused by people or by any other kind of reason. On the contrary, little bad events let us the occasion to laugh a bit.
My opinion is, that irony saves our lives and brain health,and we just have one life, and it would be a pity to live it always complaining and getting angry. So let's make a laugh. As Murphy says, it could be worse.
Valentina Gironella
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Bedtime Story
It was a bright day because the sun was shining yellow as ever.
Jason woke up that morning feeling because he could walk to school. He loves to walk and started school this year. He went to the bathroom, washed his face and ears and brushed his teeth.
Suddenly, he heard his mother calling: "- Jason, hurry up! Breakfast is ready.". He raced downstairs and saw his mother still in her robe, and started wondering why. His mom told him: " - You must catch the school bus today because I'm going to stay home working". " - But, ... but, ... but mom!" said JAson sadly. It was no use, his mother hat to stay at home and he couldn't go to school on foot alone.
He thought how much he didn't like going to school on the bus: the other kids always yelling and pushing. Also, he thought that he didn't like school because he was afraid of not learning to read and write.
As he got off the school bus he saw two cats very alike. They were both grey, the same height, had a white spot on their chests and a black spot on the tips of their tails. So Jason exclaimed: " - How could people distinguish between you?!", and then he heard a little voice: " - Hi, I'm Luigi and she's Fluffy. We have lived here for a long time and know everybody, but you are the first person who talked to us". Jason blinked at the cats, not believing what his eyes were seeing.
From that moment on, they became good friends, talked about everything, playing together, they even helped each other. The cats were feeling lonely until the day that Jason talked to them, and Jason started to get better grades, because Luigi and Fluffy helped him how read and write. When Jason finally learnt to write, he shouted " - I'm writing...", and he laughed and he wrote, and he laughed and he wrote, from that day to this.
Helena Pinheiro
Jason woke up that morning feeling because he could walk to school. He loves to walk and started school this year. He went to the bathroom, washed his face and ears and brushed his teeth.
Suddenly, he heard his mother calling: "- Jason, hurry up! Breakfast is ready.". He raced downstairs and saw his mother still in her robe, and started wondering why. His mom told him: " - You must catch the school bus today because I'm going to stay home working". " - But, ... but, ... but mom!" said JAson sadly. It was no use, his mother hat to stay at home and he couldn't go to school on foot alone.
He thought how much he didn't like going to school on the bus: the other kids always yelling and pushing. Also, he thought that he didn't like school because he was afraid of not learning to read and write.
As he got off the school bus he saw two cats very alike. They were both grey, the same height, had a white spot on their chests and a black spot on the tips of their tails. So Jason exclaimed: " - How could people distinguish between you?!", and then he heard a little voice: " - Hi, I'm Luigi and she's Fluffy. We have lived here for a long time and know everybody, but you are the first person who talked to us". Jason blinked at the cats, not believing what his eyes were seeing.
From that moment on, they became good friends, talked about everything, playing together, they even helped each other. The cats were feeling lonely until the day that Jason talked to them, and Jason started to get better grades, because Luigi and Fluffy helped him how read and write. When Jason finally learnt to write, he shouted " - I'm writing...", and he laughed and he wrote, and he laughed and he wrote, from that day to this.
Helena Pinheiro
Complaint
I don't like people who complain about everything, everyday... Usually, they don't have any purpose.
I guess they like to hear their own voice loudly and clearly, and also have a little pleasure annoying other people who are in the same space as them.
This kind of situation irritates me so much.
It makes me think about how the person who is getting the complaint feels with that circus. Poor guy!
Helena Pinheiro
I guess they like to hear their own voice loudly and clearly, and also have a little pleasure annoying other people who are in the same space as them.
This kind of situation irritates me so much.
It makes me think about how the person who is getting the complaint feels with that circus. Poor guy!
Helena Pinheiro
Something from far away
There is a legend that tells of something magical that happens when a child falls down and hurts himself.
In a shiny cloud appears a delightful scarecrow. This breathtaking scarecrow comes and puts his fingers above the injury and covers it with caramel and cures it. This amazing creature comes from a land far, far away, where everything is made of chewing-gum, chocolate and other sweets. This land is called Marshmallow Town.
On a certain afternoon the little boy Johnny went down to the skate park near the river to try his new skates. He was a bit scared because it was his first time on them. Johnny sat down on a bank to put on his skates and after doing that he stayed there and stared at the river while he was plucking up courage. A few minutes later he started to skate, first slow and then faster. After skating for about twenty minutes he fell down and hurt his knee. Johnny started to cry very badly as he saw his injury.
Suddenly a big shiny cloud appeared from nowhere and it was the most mysterious creature Johnny had ever seen. Although he had tears in his eyes because of the injury he started to smile on seeing the sweet lollipop eyes of the scarecrow. The amazing creature put his fingers on Johnnys grazed knee and cured it quickly. “Who are you? Where are you from?” asked Johnny and hoped he would get an answer, but the only thing that he heard was “Take care of yourself!” The scarecrow disappeared immediately.
Johnny looked after his knee and saw that it was fixed. Since then he hoped he would see the wonderful scarecrow again, but without getting hurt.
Diana Antunes 28927
In a shiny cloud appears a delightful scarecrow. This breathtaking scarecrow comes and puts his fingers above the injury and covers it with caramel and cures it. This amazing creature comes from a land far, far away, where everything is made of chewing-gum, chocolate and other sweets. This land is called Marshmallow Town.
On a certain afternoon the little boy Johnny went down to the skate park near the river to try his new skates. He was a bit scared because it was his first time on them. Johnny sat down on a bank to put on his skates and after doing that he stayed there and stared at the river while he was plucking up courage. A few minutes later he started to skate, first slow and then faster. After skating for about twenty minutes he fell down and hurt his knee. Johnny started to cry very badly as he saw his injury.
Suddenly a big shiny cloud appeared from nowhere and it was the most mysterious creature Johnny had ever seen. Although he had tears in his eyes because of the injury he started to smile on seeing the sweet lollipop eyes of the scarecrow. The amazing creature put his fingers on Johnnys grazed knee and cured it quickly. “Who are you? Where are you from?” asked Johnny and hoped he would get an answer, but the only thing that he heard was “Take care of yourself!” The scarecrow disappeared immediately.
Johnny looked after his knee and saw that it was fixed. Since then he hoped he would see the wonderful scarecrow again, but without getting hurt.
Diana Antunes 28927
Complaint
Don’t you just hate people who hear loud music in buses or subways with their mobile phones? It’s incredible how high their self-esteem is.
I really do like music. In fact, I love it, but it’s really annoying when somebody force you to listen to their music even if I like the song. Maybe you don’t feel like to listen to a song.
Why don’t they buy cheap headphones and listen to their music with them? So they wouldn’t go on somebody’s nerves.
The truth is that this is irritating and I don’t think that this is only my opinion.
Diana Antunes 28927
I really do like music. In fact, I love it, but it’s really annoying when somebody force you to listen to their music even if I like the song. Maybe you don’t feel like to listen to a song.
Why don’t they buy cheap headphones and listen to their music with them? So they wouldn’t go on somebody’s nerves.
The truth is that this is irritating and I don’t think that this is only my opinion.
Diana Antunes 28927
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Arrogant Travellers
Despite what many people think, the worst kind of travel companion isn’t the one who complains constantly. On the contrary, the most annoying of them is the one who spends the whole trip contesting everyone’s complaints, in a permanent need to defend himself, as well as justify every decision or choice he has made. Whoever has had the unfortunate opportunity of travelling with this “friend” has realized this: arrogance is infinitely more irritating than grumpiness.
While the first one is merely a kvetch whose most annoying character flaw is his unnerving childishness (normally, after the whining comes the sulking), the second is an insufferable and cocky idiot, whose unyielding pride prevents him from admitting even the possibility of having made a mistake while planning the vacation.
Both travellers’ discourse is unceasing and infuriating, but the difference lies in the stubbornness. A whiner will eventually quiet down: sooner or later he will run out of steam and resort to sulking, not before uttering his final threat, which you know he will never carry out (“I’m not coming on a trip with you ever again!”). But it is impossible to silence an arrogant traveller. His imagination and his profound knowledge coupled with his immense culture and extensive travel experience enable him to have a comeback ready every time someone questions his judgment.
Laden with the burden of having to organize the entire holiday by himself, this martyr of enterprise and resourcefulness would rather dodge every criticism than admit he wasted time making plans that weren’t the most suitable, in terms of price, location or available time. Proud is his character and indignation is his profession. Self-righteous in nature, his job during the holidays is to become outraged at every slight contest of his line of action.
In short, these are the three main principles which guide the conduct of this tourist:
1. “If this is bad, there is (far) worse” (or its alternate version, “if we’re bad, we could be (far) worse”);
2. “If this is bad, it’s not my fault”;
3. “If you don’t like it, try to do a better job than me”.
All three, needless to say, are based on the self-righteous and self-victimizing reasoning of “I’ve done the best I could with the time I was given”.
The MO of this true embodiment of human pride (very often in a masculine form, curiously) consists, generally, in one of three alternatives (ordered here according to the level of aggressiveness towards the complainer): to evoke a worse situation than the one they find themselves in, to come up with an excuse or (and this is the most violent of the three) ask others to do better, placing the responsibility of the decision on the person who complains.
Bearing this in mind, the derogatory comment “This hotel looks quite filthy, George” could lead to three possible replies, followed by a brief explanation to corroborate what has just been said and further exaggerate his point of view:
1. “There were far worse hotels than this one. In fact, this is even included in the Michelin Guide. You should have seen a hostel where I stayed when I went to Bratislava. There was a common bathroom for the whole floor. At least this one has a functioning shower.”
2. “I told you to book the flight earlier. That way we would have had more to choose from.”
3. “You don’t like it? Find another one. Good luck trying to find a hotel at these hours…”
The first one is a classic: praising the place he has chosen, conjuring up a worse scenario than the one in which he finds himself, in order to seem better by comparison. Normally, it is accompanied by references which account for the choice as well as mentions of past experience as a traveller, aiming to discredit the naïve opinion of the complainer, who barely knows what he’s talking about. The Inter Rail is a common mention, essential paradigm of the sacrifices one has to endure when travelling, and a fundamental part of his supercilious sermon. One of his frequent fallacious tactics is appearing to be reasonable: he will never say “it was the best of all”, because he knows that is a ridiculous statement, but he will probably say “it was the best there was, at this price and this distance to town”.
The second is the also classic cop-out and, in a way, constitutes a prelude to the third one: by not taking responsibility, he blames the person who was complaining in the first place.
The final kind of reply is the most aggressive and confrontational. The intention, however, is to always maintain a confident look, of a man who puts an unwavering trust on the decisions he has made, and is only willing to change if the others do something about it. Nevertheless, it poses a great danger: that someone might, in fact, find a better hotel than his, forcing him to admit he made a wrong call. That is why he will only do so in the presence of less experienced travellers, who are not in the position of demanding better accommodations.
Therein lays the distinctive feature that makes this person so infuriating: his obsessive pertinacity. In order to defend his choice, the arrogant traveller will stand for the most despicable lodgings, the steepest routes, the most uninteresting museums, and the least attractive attractions. Regret is never an option. A proud traveller will never answer to the comment “George, this restaurant you picked is quite rowdy and untidy” with “You’re right. Next time I’ll try to check another guide”. He will always assume a defensive posture: “It was the best listed in this guide. At this price and this distance, you couldn’t get any better.” Indeed, a true arrogant traveller would rather insult an official institution or document like a map or a brochure than admit he made a mistake. “George, we’ve been running around for over half an hour and we still haven’t found a place to eat.” “It’s not my fault. This guide was poorly printed. It has the restaurant marked in four different streets. You should have brought the GPS. If you want, look for it yourself. Here’s the map. You should have seen me in the woods of Bavaria, in the Inter Rail. We had to use a compass and hunt game for dinner.”
At the end of the day, one thing’s for sure: it is easier to please a whiner than to make an arrogant traveller admit a mistake.
While the first one is merely a kvetch whose most annoying character flaw is his unnerving childishness (normally, after the whining comes the sulking), the second is an insufferable and cocky idiot, whose unyielding pride prevents him from admitting even the possibility of having made a mistake while planning the vacation.
Both travellers’ discourse is unceasing and infuriating, but the difference lies in the stubbornness. A whiner will eventually quiet down: sooner or later he will run out of steam and resort to sulking, not before uttering his final threat, which you know he will never carry out (“I’m not coming on a trip with you ever again!”). But it is impossible to silence an arrogant traveller. His imagination and his profound knowledge coupled with his immense culture and extensive travel experience enable him to have a comeback ready every time someone questions his judgment.
Laden with the burden of having to organize the entire holiday by himself, this martyr of enterprise and resourcefulness would rather dodge every criticism than admit he wasted time making plans that weren’t the most suitable, in terms of price, location or available time. Proud is his character and indignation is his profession. Self-righteous in nature, his job during the holidays is to become outraged at every slight contest of his line of action.
In short, these are the three main principles which guide the conduct of this tourist:
1. “If this is bad, there is (far) worse” (or its alternate version, “if we’re bad, we could be (far) worse”);
2. “If this is bad, it’s not my fault”;
3. “If you don’t like it, try to do a better job than me”.
All three, needless to say, are based on the self-righteous and self-victimizing reasoning of “I’ve done the best I could with the time I was given”.
The MO of this true embodiment of human pride (very often in a masculine form, curiously) consists, generally, in one of three alternatives (ordered here according to the level of aggressiveness towards the complainer): to evoke a worse situation than the one they find themselves in, to come up with an excuse or (and this is the most violent of the three) ask others to do better, placing the responsibility of the decision on the person who complains.
Bearing this in mind, the derogatory comment “This hotel looks quite filthy, George” could lead to three possible replies, followed by a brief explanation to corroborate what has just been said and further exaggerate his point of view:
1. “There were far worse hotels than this one. In fact, this is even included in the Michelin Guide. You should have seen a hostel where I stayed when I went to Bratislava. There was a common bathroom for the whole floor. At least this one has a functioning shower.”
2. “I told you to book the flight earlier. That way we would have had more to choose from.”
3. “You don’t like it? Find another one. Good luck trying to find a hotel at these hours…”
The first one is a classic: praising the place he has chosen, conjuring up a worse scenario than the one in which he finds himself, in order to seem better by comparison. Normally, it is accompanied by references which account for the choice as well as mentions of past experience as a traveller, aiming to discredit the naïve opinion of the complainer, who barely knows what he’s talking about. The Inter Rail is a common mention, essential paradigm of the sacrifices one has to endure when travelling, and a fundamental part of his supercilious sermon. One of his frequent fallacious tactics is appearing to be reasonable: he will never say “it was the best of all”, because he knows that is a ridiculous statement, but he will probably say “it was the best there was, at this price and this distance to town”.
The second is the also classic cop-out and, in a way, constitutes a prelude to the third one: by not taking responsibility, he blames the person who was complaining in the first place.
The final kind of reply is the most aggressive and confrontational. The intention, however, is to always maintain a confident look, of a man who puts an unwavering trust on the decisions he has made, and is only willing to change if the others do something about it. Nevertheless, it poses a great danger: that someone might, in fact, find a better hotel than his, forcing him to admit he made a wrong call. That is why he will only do so in the presence of less experienced travellers, who are not in the position of demanding better accommodations.
Therein lays the distinctive feature that makes this person so infuriating: his obsessive pertinacity. In order to defend his choice, the arrogant traveller will stand for the most despicable lodgings, the steepest routes, the most uninteresting museums, and the least attractive attractions. Regret is never an option. A proud traveller will never answer to the comment “George, this restaurant you picked is quite rowdy and untidy” with “You’re right. Next time I’ll try to check another guide”. He will always assume a defensive posture: “It was the best listed in this guide. At this price and this distance, you couldn’t get any better.” Indeed, a true arrogant traveller would rather insult an official institution or document like a map or a brochure than admit he made a mistake. “George, we’ve been running around for over half an hour and we still haven’t found a place to eat.” “It’s not my fault. This guide was poorly printed. It has the restaurant marked in four different streets. You should have brought the GPS. If you want, look for it yourself. Here’s the map. You should have seen me in the woods of Bavaria, in the Inter Rail. We had to use a compass and hunt game for dinner.”
At the end of the day, one thing’s for sure: it is easier to please a whiner than to make an arrogant traveller admit a mistake.
Report on the Military Museum
The Military Museum was founded in 1851 by General José Baptista da Silva and was known as the Artillery Museum, but in 1926 it changed to Military Museum.
This museum offers to visitors the chance to learn about Portugal's history. It contains uniforms an historic military documents.
During the visit, what stands out is the Vasco da Gama room that has an old collection of cannons and murals describing the discovery of the sea route to India. It even has Vasco da Gama's sword. The first floor is dedicated to the First World War and there are two rooms dedicated to Napoleonic Invasions. Some of the rooms have Baroque decoration and paintings of battle scenes and military themes. The courtyard is full of cannons and tiles explaining the history of Portugal, from the Christian Reconquest to the First World War.
The Military Museum is very accessible: you can walk from Baixa, catch the bus or go by train or subway to Santa Apolónia. You can choose if you want a guided tour or not. It opens at 10:00 AM and closes at 5:00 PM and only costs 2 euros for adults. the only problem is that it is closed on Mondays and Sundays, the day that Portuguese people like to go for a walk or go to exhibitions and museums.
It is the perfect museum to go with friends and family when you don't have anything else to do. It's a place where you can have fun and learn at the same time and maybe bring something home from the gift shop.
Daniela Aparício - 27881
This museum offers to visitors the chance to learn about Portugal's history. It contains uniforms an historic military documents.
During the visit, what stands out is the Vasco da Gama room that has an old collection of cannons and murals describing the discovery of the sea route to India. It even has Vasco da Gama's sword. The first floor is dedicated to the First World War and there are two rooms dedicated to Napoleonic Invasions. Some of the rooms have Baroque decoration and paintings of battle scenes and military themes. The courtyard is full of cannons and tiles explaining the history of Portugal, from the Christian Reconquest to the First World War.
The Military Museum is very accessible: you can walk from Baixa, catch the bus or go by train or subway to Santa Apolónia. You can choose if you want a guided tour or not. It opens at 10:00 AM and closes at 5:00 PM and only costs 2 euros for adults. the only problem is that it is closed on Mondays and Sundays, the day that Portuguese people like to go for a walk or go to exhibitions and museums.
It is the perfect museum to go with friends and family when you don't have anything else to do. It's a place where you can have fun and learn at the same time and maybe bring something home from the gift shop.
Daniela Aparício - 27881
Publicity, publicity, publicity...
Who can stand publicity? It’s hateful! It should be banned from society! Really, who can stand twenty/thirty minutes of publicity? Even 5 minutes is painful!!
People are forced to see ads every single minute. There is publicity in the streets, for example, while I’m writing this text there is a gigantic publicity board on my window. There is publicity in the TV while I’m watching a movie. There is publicity in the theatre. Now days the theatres companies don’t even show new movies trailers, just PUBLICITY!! Even in the internet you receive those annoying pop-up windows saying “click here and win 1 million Euros!”. Even the word publicity is horrible!
Ok, Maybe I’m exaggerating but we really shouldn’t rely this much on advertising.
Tiago Ventura nº 25846
People are forced to see ads every single minute. There is publicity in the streets, for example, while I’m writing this text there is a gigantic publicity board on my window. There is publicity in the TV while I’m watching a movie. There is publicity in the theatre. Now days the theatres companies don’t even show new movies trailers, just PUBLICITY!! Even in the internet you receive those annoying pop-up windows saying “click here and win 1 million Euros!”. Even the word publicity is horrible!
Ok, Maybe I’m exaggerating but we really shouldn’t rely this much on advertising.
Tiago Ventura nº 25846
Abandoned Cats (Complaint)
I hate people who abandon cats. There's a lot of people who treat them badly and cats don't deserve that. The number of abandoned cats has increased over the last few years. The numbers show hoe uncivilized our society is.
It's really sad! People can't see th essence of an animal, like cats, that need and deserve good living conditions, love, and especially, a home.
It brings me to tears!
Déborah Mestre
The Dance Show
A dance show where professional dancers and advanced learners use their bodies, faces, movements and of course, the rhythm.
Watching the dance show Bring It On the audience feel the tension, the competition and the envy between two different gangs from the same ghetto. Starting with a school scene, the girls dance representing two different football teams. It’s a cheerleading choreography giving the impression that the public is in the gym, reminiscent of high school times. A street scene follows, with people screaming and boys dancing in the middle of the street. This time it’s without choreography, just dancing freestyle battles. While they are competing, they resort to different dance styles of hip-hop: breakdance, krump, popping and locking. Here, we feel the tension more than ever, because the winning crew from the first round, now is loosing. 
With a draw, the pressure is greater and now the dance is more advanced and complex. Dancing an amazing mix of hip-hop culture and ballet, they show better than never their feelings and body expression. Here, the audience pick up every single movement, the delicacy, the rhythm and the hard work of the two crews. “ A perfect proof of effort and love of what they are doing. I feel like I’m dancing too!”, says a member of the audience.
Watching the dance show Bring It On the audience feel the tension, the competition and the envy between two different gangs from the same ghetto. Starting with a school scene, the girls dance representing two different football teams. It’s a cheerleading choreography giving the impression that the public is in the gym, reminiscent of high school times. A street scene follows, with people screaming and boys dancing in the middle of the street. This time it’s without choreography, just dancing freestyle battles. While they are competing, they resort to different dance styles of hip-hop: breakdance, krump, popping and locking. Here, we feel the tension more than ever, because the winning crew from the first round, now is loosing. 
With a draw, the pressure is greater and now the dance is more advanced and complex. Dancing an amazing mix of hip-hop culture and ballet, they show better than never their feelings and body expression. Here, the audience pick up every single movement, the delicacy, the rhythm and the hard work of the two crews. “ A perfect proof of effort and love of what they are doing. I feel like I’m dancing too!”, says a member of the audience. This dance show ends unexpectedly. While the two crews are competing, the members start to mix and dance all together, showing the real objective of the dance: express feelings, sensations, and dropping all the frustrations and emotions.
“This dance show isn’t just another dance performance. It mixes different dance styles, different people and all with a distinct history and of course, a message: while we are dancing, we should enjoy everything that it can give us, regardless of skin color, size, economic situation or other differences.”
This show is ideal for every age group, because it represents different situations, and the reality of the dance world. When people are watching it, is a unique experience, and it really seems that you are dancing and competing too.
Deborah Mestre
The mystery of the cookies disappearance
It was a cold winter afternoon and Grace was bored. As usual, she was supposed to be playing with her friend, but she was sick at home. "Mom, lets play some games,, said the little blond girl. "I can't, I'm cooking!,,
How boring is the winter. The snow is beautiful, but so cold! Actually, Grace loves the summer and all those sunny days playing in the garden. Some minutes later, she realised something. There was a good smell in the air, mom was cooking something. She went to the kitchen and saw cookies on the table. "You cooked cookies, thanks mom, how delicious!,, She was about to eat but her mother stopped her. "Wait! The cookies are too hot, they need to cool!,,
Grace went to the bathroom. While she was washing her hands and her mom was in the living room, something happened. When both came back to the kitchen, something was not where it should have been. "Where are my cookies?,,
The window was open and they could feel how strong the wind was. Grace couldn't believe that her cookies were missing, and she didn't know where the cookies were! Actually, she had no idea! Grace was nervous and worried, but she realised that she had a mission: find the cookis.
How boring is the winter. The snow is beautiful, but so cold! Actually, Grace loves the summer and all those sunny days playing in the garden. Some minutes later, she realised something. There was a good smell in the air, mom was cooking something. She went to the kitchen and saw cookies on the table. "You cooked cookies, thanks mom, how delicious!,, She was about to eat but her mother stopped her. "Wait! The cookies are too hot, they need to cool!,,
Grace went to the bathroom. While she was washing her hands and her mom was in the living room, something happened. When both came back to the kitchen, something was not where it should have been. "Where are my cookies?,,
The window was open and they could feel how strong the wind was. Grace couldn't believe that her cookies were missing, and she didn't know where the cookies were! Actually, she had no idea! Grace was nervous and worried, but she realised that she had a mission: find the cookis."I won't stop until I find my cookies!,, Grace went out, looking for evidence, someone, something that could help her.
She was acting like a detective. "Detective work is easy!,, She asked everybody but no one in that small town had seen nothing. "Ask your mother to cook more and bring me some cookies!,, answered a rude boy.
Grace was disappointed and sad. She was hungry too. When she came back home, she saw something. Footprints, but not human footprints! It was stange, the footprints came from the window. Graces day wasn't going well, and things weren't getting better. It started to rain, and the night was coming. She was afraid, scared and alone.
Quickly, she realised that the footprints were disappearing. If she wanted to know who ate the cookies, it was the right time! "It's now or never!,, she thought. She was almost crying, but actually, was capable of dealing with danger, a very brave little girl.
Grace decided to go and follow the frail to the end. Now she was in front o a big tree. "Wh-wh-who is there?,, but no one answered. She went to the other side. "Oh, my cookies!,,
Her cookies were there. Actually, her cookies and her dog, Puppy!The mystery of the cookies disappearance was solved.
"I thought being a detective would be simple. Now I know how strong I was!,,Déborah Mestre
Monday, 19 April 2010
Why so many complaints?
I'm quite a calm person, but there's one thing that really gets on my nerves, and that's people complaining and moaning about any and everything.
"I'm tired of this weather." "The traffic is chaotic." "The bus is late." "That is too expensive." "It's too loud." "It's too full." Please! Why don't people just take a deep breath, put on a smile, and look the other way? The bus won't come any faster if you get annoyed; the car in front on you won't speed up if you yell at the driver, the rain won't stop just because you are tired of it.
Thing are what they are, get used to it! If you don't like something, try to change it, do something useful, but please stop moaning, yealling, sighing, and snapping. That won't change a thing, and the only one wasting energy is your own self.
Carmo A. Sousa
"I'm tired of this weather." "The traffic is chaotic." "The bus is late." "That is too expensive." "It's too loud." "It's too full." Please! Why don't people just take a deep breath, put on a smile, and look the other way? The bus won't come any faster if you get annoyed; the car in front on you won't speed up if you yell at the driver, the rain won't stop just because you are tired of it.
Thing are what they are, get used to it! If you don't like something, try to change it, do something useful, but please stop moaning, yealling, sighing, and snapping. That won't change a thing, and the only one wasting energy is your own self.
Carmo A. Sousa
A Modern Point of View
Netless is the name of the exhibition being currently presented by the Portuguese plastic artist Joana Vasconcelos at the Museu Colecção Berardo, CCB, in Lisbon.This is the artist's first survey exhibition, showing works from the last fifteen years. It can be visited until May 18th, from 10am to 7pm (10pm on Saturdays).
In 37 creative and unexpected pieces, Joana Vasconcelos presents her critical vison of western civilization. Find her inspiration in common imagination, the artist uses only objects from everyday life to deconstruct values and examine the problems of our society, namely religious intolerance, women's status, and tradition and modernity.
Throughout the exhibition you'll get to see and enormous chandelier, The Bride, totally made of OB tampons. You'll also find an impressive shining shoe, Cinderella,constructed using only pots and their lids, a symbol of both glamour and domestic life. One of my favorite pieces was The Garden of Eden, a dark room with a labyrinth decorated with "electrical" flowers, reflecting the conflict between technology and nature. But believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg. You're bound to be amazed by every single creation. You'll find art in things as simple as a blister with 500mg aspirin pills. All the objects are used intact, but they produce new meanings.
If you want to spend a while thinking about our world, the consumer socieaty, and many western habits and customs, here is the perfect activity for you. I would recommend that you also bring your children. They will surely start to look at art in a different way. This free exhibition has some interactive tasks, and guides available especially for children.
Carmo A. Sousa
In 37 creative and unexpected pieces, Joana Vasconcelos presents her critical vison of western civilization. Find her inspiration in common imagination, the artist uses only objects from everyday life to deconstruct values and examine the problems of our society, namely religious intolerance, women's status, and tradition and modernity.
Throughout the exhibition you'll get to see and enormous chandelier, The Bride, totally made of OB tampons. You'll also find an impressive shining shoe, Cinderella,constructed using only pots and their lids, a symbol of both glamour and domestic life. One of my favorite pieces was The Garden of Eden, a dark room with a labyrinth decorated with "electrical" flowers, reflecting the conflict between technology and nature. But believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg. You're bound to be amazed by every single creation. You'll find art in things as simple as a blister with 500mg aspirin pills. All the objects are used intact, but they produce new meanings.
If you want to spend a while thinking about our world, the consumer socieaty, and many western habits and customs, here is the perfect activity for you. I would recommend that you also bring your children. They will surely start to look at art in a different way. This free exhibition has some interactive tasks, and guides available especially for children.
Carmo A. Sousa
The mystery of the stolen cookies
There was a boy named Jack. His friends used to make fun of him for he was very small, and looked kind of funny with his curly red hair, and many many freckles. But everyone loved being with him and laughed at his silly jokes.
But lately, there was something that was bothering Jack. Every night, after dinner, his mother would go up to his bedroom and leave a chocolate chip cookie on his bedside table. The annoying thing was that when Jack went to bed, the cookie had disapeared. And this kept happening. Every single night, Jack would walk up the stairs, brush his teeth and head to his room, just to find that the cookie had been stolen. "This is it," thought Jack one night, "I'll get dad's beige coveralls, grandpa's pipe, mom's glasses, and make myself a detective." And so he did. For the next two weeks, Jack would walk around the house investigating and trying to solve the mystery of the stolen cookies.
First, he went up to his father. With the glasses on the tip of his nose, he asked, "Are you the one who's been eating my cookies? I've noticed you are getting fatter and fatter..." But Jack soon found out that his father was not the one he was looking for. He had something called "diabetes". Not that Jack knew what that meant, but apparently it was some disease that didn't allow him to eat sugar. So if his father was not the one with a sweet tooth, then it had to be his mom. Serena, Jack's sister, was out of the question, for she was allergic to chocolate. She would certainly steal his gummy bears if they weren't so hidden, but not the cookies. So once again, Jack went up to his mother, and accused her of stealing his food. "Don't you know I'm on a diet? And why would I give you a cookie if I was to eat it myself later?" answered an angry mom. Jack figured that made sense. The only thing he couldn't understand was the reason why his mother was on a diet. "Adults," he thought, always doing weird stuff."
So the time passed and Jack still didn't know who kept eating his cookies. It wasn't dad, it wasn't mom, it wasn't Seresa, none of his friends were allowed to come over to his house so late, the babysitter would leave before dinner, and grandpa was asleep very early... What a mystery! "Maybe we have rats," thought Jack one day. Very carefully, he put some traps in his bedroom, but not even one rat was caught.
So Jack had one last idea, "I'll stay up the whole night, and I won't leave my room until someone comes to steal my cookie." And that's what he did. But at the very same moment that he turned to put on his pajamas, a tiny sparrow came into the room through the window and took his cookie. Jack didn't see a thing... "There must be a ghost," he figured. "I give up. I thought being a detective would be simple. Now I know how wrong I was."
Carmo A. Sousa
But lately, there was something that was bothering Jack. Every night, after dinner, his mother would go up to his bedroom and leave a chocolate chip cookie on his bedside table. The annoying thing was that when Jack went to bed, the cookie had disapeared. And this kept happening. Every single night, Jack would walk up the stairs, brush his teeth and head to his room, just to find that the cookie had been stolen. "This is it," thought Jack one night, "I'll get dad's beige coveralls, grandpa's pipe, mom's glasses, and make myself a detective." And so he did. For the next two weeks, Jack would walk around the house investigating and trying to solve the mystery of the stolen cookies.
First, he went up to his father. With the glasses on the tip of his nose, he asked, "Are you the one who's been eating my cookies? I've noticed you are getting fatter and fatter..." But Jack soon found out that his father was not the one he was looking for. He had something called "diabetes". Not that Jack knew what that meant, but apparently it was some disease that didn't allow him to eat sugar. So if his father was not the one with a sweet tooth, then it had to be his mom. Serena, Jack's sister, was out of the question, for she was allergic to chocolate. She would certainly steal his gummy bears if they weren't so hidden, but not the cookies. So once again, Jack went up to his mother, and accused her of stealing his food. "Don't you know I'm on a diet? And why would I give you a cookie if I was to eat it myself later?" answered an angry mom. Jack figured that made sense. The only thing he couldn't understand was the reason why his mother was on a diet. "Adults," he thought, always doing weird stuff."
So the time passed and Jack still didn't know who kept eating his cookies. It wasn't dad, it wasn't mom, it wasn't Seresa, none of his friends were allowed to come over to his house so late, the babysitter would leave before dinner, and grandpa was asleep very early... What a mystery! "Maybe we have rats," thought Jack one day. Very carefully, he put some traps in his bedroom, but not even one rat was caught.
So Jack had one last idea, "I'll stay up the whole night, and I won't leave my room until someone comes to steal my cookie." And that's what he did. But at the very same moment that he turned to put on his pajamas, a tiny sparrow came into the room through the window and took his cookie. Jack didn't see a thing... "There must be a ghost," he figured. "I give up. I thought being a detective would be simple. Now I know how wrong I was."
Carmo A. Sousa
My Bedtime Story
One day a cloud that lived in a beautiful country saw another much bigger cloud and felt so much envy. Than the cloud decided that in order to get bigger and grow more, her water would never abandon her, and will never start raining again. Indeed, the cloud grew up, while her country was getting dried. First, rivers dried up, then people, animals, plants, and finally, the whole country became a desert. The cloud did not care much, but she also did not realize that by being over a desert that was no place where she could obtain new water to keep growing. So slowly, the cloud began to lose size and was unable to do anything to stop it.
The cloud then realized her mistake, and that her greed and selfishness were the cause of her vanishing. But just before evaporating, when she was just a sigh of cotton a gentle breeze started to blow. The cloud was so small and weighed so little that the wind took her far away, to a faraway beautiful country, where once again she recovered her original size.
Having learned this lesson, our cloud remained small and modest. She became so generous when raining, that her new country became even greener, giving away to all people there the most beautiful rainbow in the world.
Neuza Silva
I just hate people who tell your secrets.
Sometimes even your best friend will tell your private junk to someone else! If I say, “Promise not to tell anyone?” or “you can’t tell anyone, okay?” and then that person agrees to not repeat it, why do they think that “just” telling their boyfriend or girlfriend doesn’t count as telling? If a person confides in you and asks that you not disclose it to anyone, then don’t! Just zip your lips! It’s easy. A true friend actually keeps secrets and remains loyal. It’s a shame that it’s so hard to trust your friends. The exception would be informing a reliable source if the secret is a life-threatening or dangerous situation. There would be much less gossip and hurt feelings, if people didn’t tell others’ private business. Remember, it can happen to you, too! Shhhhh!
Neuza Silva 28448
Stop being lazy
Don't you just hate people that throw garbage on the floor? People are so lazy that they are capable of throwing garbage near a dustbin, because they just don't want to walk a few steps. And these are the persons who are capable of complaining about pollution, but then don't make the effort to improve the environment. And then when they decided to throw it, they say that in those places it's ok, because you don't see it, or thet's biodegradable, but some things takes years to disappear.It annoys me to think that still exists people whith this consciousness. Nowadays there is so much infomation, they have no excuse!
Natacha Melo, nº28036
Natacha Melo, nº28036
Sunday, 18 April 2010
My complaint
One thing that really annoys me is the delay on CD’s release dates. I’ve lost count of the times I have gone to CD stores trying to find out if the CD that I want to buy is already out and I’m told that the release date has been delayed or simply cancelled.
It really gets on my nerves, not only because it happens so frequently but also because I’m not available to go to the store everyday just to check it out.
As far as know this situation, which is not very common in other European countries, bothers many others and if something could be done to improve it we would be very grateful.
But I honestly don’t think we will have this situation solved any time soon.
It seems like we have no option but to wait until a workable solution is found.
Ana Sofia Alves nº27860
It really gets on my nerves, not only because it happens so frequently but also because I’m not available to go to the store everyday just to check it out.
As far as know this situation, which is not very common in other European countries, bothers many others and if something could be done to improve it we would be very grateful.
But I honestly don’t think we will have this situation solved any time soon.
It seems like we have no option but to wait until a workable solution is found.
Ana Sofia Alves nº27860
Bedtime Story
There once was a boy whose lifetime dream was to become an extraordinary circus artist. His name was Ryan and he had always felt fascinated by magic.
When he found there was going to be a circus in his hometown he decided to take his chance and so he made his way to the big tent.
As he entered the circus tent he saw an old heavyset man with a very long black goatee wearing nothing but a little smirk.
Ryan found him startlingly weird as well as his gold eyebrow studs and skull earrings.
The man asked what he wanted.
“-I want to be part of the circus troupe”. Ryan said with conviction.
Once inside the circus tent the young boy realized what a different world it was, way better than what he had imagined.
“-No”. He was told.
Ryan insisted again to get just one shot.
“-Doesn’t school keep you busy enough? You cannot work here”. The old man concluded.
Ryan still wasn't getting his feet off the ground and was too stubborn to return back home empty-handed and with a monumental “No” as a response.
He insisted again and to his surprise he didn’t get a negative answer this time.
“-Tell me, do you know any tricks?” The man inquired.
“-Hmm… yes! At school I used to pull pranks by setting the clocks two hours back. I really think the first time I did it the teachers thought it was real magic!” he proudly said.
“-Oh really? And what did you get for that?” The man asked.
“-Ah… a punishment.” Ryan replied.
The circus owner was now starting to lose his patience but still he peacefully said:
“-You can try as many times as you want but I guarantee you I won’t change my mind.”
“-Well… I ain’t giving up…” Ryan muttered with rolling eyes.
Wouldn’t such a persistent youngster deserve a reward? Perhaps, that was the question the man asked himself and afterwards he said: “-Ok kid here’s the deal, I’ll let you be my apprentice here at the circus but you must promise you’ll remain focussed on school”.
Ryan promptly agreed and gladly returned home with a feeling of mission accomplished.
Ana Sofia Alves nº27860
When he found there was going to be a circus in his hometown he decided to take his chance and so he made his way to the big tent.
As he entered the circus tent he saw an old heavyset man with a very long black goatee wearing nothing but a little smirk.
Ryan found him startlingly weird as well as his gold eyebrow studs and skull earrings.
The man asked what he wanted.
“-I want to be part of the circus troupe”. Ryan said with conviction.
Once inside the circus tent the young boy realized what a different world it was, way better than what he had imagined.
“-No”. He was told.
Ryan insisted again to get just one shot.
“-Doesn’t school keep you busy enough? You cannot work here”. The old man concluded.
Ryan still wasn't getting his feet off the ground and was too stubborn to return back home empty-handed and with a monumental “No” as a response.
He insisted again and to his surprise he didn’t get a negative answer this time.
“-Tell me, do you know any tricks?” The man inquired.
“-Hmm… yes! At school I used to pull pranks by setting the clocks two hours back. I really think the first time I did it the teachers thought it was real magic!” he proudly said.
“-Oh really? And what did you get for that?” The man asked.
“-Ah… a punishment.” Ryan replied.
The circus owner was now starting to lose his patience but still he peacefully said:
“-You can try as many times as you want but I guarantee you I won’t change my mind.”
“-Well… I ain’t giving up…” Ryan muttered with rolling eyes.
Wouldn’t such a persistent youngster deserve a reward? Perhaps, that was the question the man asked himself and afterwards he said: “-Ok kid here’s the deal, I’ll let you be my apprentice here at the circus but you must promise you’ll remain focussed on school”.
Ryan promptly agreed and gladly returned home with a feeling of mission accomplished.
Ana Sofia Alves nº27860
My Complaint
Don't you just hate when you're half asleep, getting ready to embark on a surreal journey inside your dreams and you hear a whisper-like voice asking if you're asleep? What's worse, the voice doesn't stop until you respond and then, you get this brilliant answer 'oh, you can't sleep?'
Seriously, if you want to know if someone's asleep, try not to be annoying to the point where the person actually wakes up and feels forced to speak just so you can shut up. And please... PLEASE... do shut up!! Just because someone answers your question it doesn't mean that he/she wants to start a conversation. Trust me, we don't!
People that make these kind of obvious remarks really get on my nerves and, quite frankly, sound stupid. Why do you ask someone if they're allright when you find them crying? Didn't the tears tip you off?
Better yet, just mind your own business and everything'll be OK. Peace out.
Telmo Marques - 25947
Seriously, if you want to know if someone's asleep, try not to be annoying to the point where the person actually wakes up and feels forced to speak just so you can shut up. And please... PLEASE... do shut up!! Just because someone answers your question it doesn't mean that he/she wants to start a conversation. Trust me, we don't!
People that make these kind of obvious remarks really get on my nerves and, quite frankly, sound stupid. Why do you ask someone if they're allright when you find them crying? Didn't the tears tip you off?
Better yet, just mind your own business and everything'll be OK. Peace out.
Telmo Marques - 25947
My Story
As I ate my breakfast I had a curious feeling that today would be a special day. As I got dressed I couldn't shake off this increasing feeling of restlessness. 'What is happening?' I wondered. Choosing to ignore it I went out, but, as soon as I set my foot outside, things started to happen.
'Hello!' said a voice.
'Huh? Who's there? I don't see anyone' I said, while looking around.
'Down here!' said the same voice.
I looked down and raised my eyebrow with disbelief. 'A dog? How can a dog be talking to me?'
'And yet, it is so.' said the dog, with its drooping eyes and slobbering tongue. 'You have been granted one wish.' it continued. 'Ask for anything you want.'
'Well, can I ask for more wishes?' I asked.
'No, you can only get one to keep this story short' it retorted.
'Oh, then I guess I have to choose it wisely. Wait a minute! Why am I talking to a dog that says it can grant wishes?'
'Would you rather talk to one who couldn't?' it asked while licking its paw.
'Nevermind... So, I want to win the lottery.'
'Granted.' said the dog waggling its tail.
'Where's my money, dog? I don't see it anywhere' I said as I looked around.
'It's in your pocket!' it answered.
I reached for my pocket and there was an old lottery ticket dated February, 1928. 2Are you kidding me? I can't exchange it anymore! Why didn't you give me this week's winning number?'
'Well' said the dog 'if it hasn't come out yet, how could I give it to you? So, that's it, then. Bye.' it said as smoke concealed its body and made it vanish.
I stood there speechless and vowed never again to trust the word of a talking dog.
The End.
Telmo Marques - 25947
'Hello!' said a voice.
'Huh? Who's there? I don't see anyone' I said, while looking around.
'Down here!' said the same voice.
I looked down and raised my eyebrow with disbelief. 'A dog? How can a dog be talking to me?'
'And yet, it is so.' said the dog, with its drooping eyes and slobbering tongue. 'You have been granted one wish.' it continued. 'Ask for anything you want.'
'Well, can I ask for more wishes?' I asked.
'No, you can only get one to keep this story short' it retorted.
'Oh, then I guess I have to choose it wisely. Wait a minute! Why am I talking to a dog that says it can grant wishes?'
'Would you rather talk to one who couldn't?' it asked while licking its paw.
'Nevermind... So, I want to win the lottery.'
'Granted.' said the dog waggling its tail.
'Where's my money, dog? I don't see it anywhere' I said as I looked around.
'It's in your pocket!' it answered.
I reached for my pocket and there was an old lottery ticket dated February, 1928. 2Are you kidding me? I can't exchange it anymore! Why didn't you give me this week's winning number?'
'Well' said the dog 'if it hasn't come out yet, how could I give it to you? So, that's it, then. Bye.' it said as smoke concealed its body and made it vanish.
I stood there speechless and vowed never again to trust the word of a talking dog.
The End.
Telmo Marques - 25947
Thursday, 15 April 2010
My Complain
I always get very upset when I take the subway. Looks like everybody is stressed and late for work and when the train comes and I am trying to get in, there are always people who push me and run over me to get some seats. And they are so rude, they not even apologize. It drives me crazy!
Daniela Aparício - 27881
Daniela Aparício - 27881
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Peter The Detective
Hello, my name my name is Peter. It’s good to have you here and help me solve today’s mystery. I’m going to be a detective you know?
Yesterday I wanted to be a kitchen Chef. But that didn’t go so well. Anyways, you must be curious about what happened right?
-Mom- To whom are you speaking Peter? Always talking alone, that’s not healthy you know?
-Peter- Don’t mind her; it’s my mom. I love her but she’s blind as a bat, and the rest of the world too for that matter. Ok, now, someone took my tooth brush, and don’t you laugh at me, a kid’s tooth brush is very important.
I already have my suspects, being: my dog Albert, he’s a thief; my brother, he’s always taking what’s mine; and my father, never knows what is his or not, and I’m dead serious. One day he put on my mother’s shirt by mistake. Oh well, never mind, let’s see Albert.
This is Albert – Hello Albert, do you have anything to say in your defence? – It seems we’re going to do this the hard way, help me out here, let’s see if his teeth are clean – Oh God! His mouth smells like rotten meat, wow, it can’t be him. Bah, let’s just investigate my brother’s bedroom.
This is it, small as a bathroom, it will be easy – Ok, clothes here, here too, bubblegum, notebooks, laptop, sneakers under the bed – Nah, he wouldn’t be so obvious, let’s try inside his pillow.
I found something. Hmm, this is not a brush; it’s a magazine with girls, why would he want this? I’ll leave this on the bed; mom will clean up the room anyways. Ok, my dad then. It must be him. Let’s see his briefcase, it’s in the kitchen. Let’s go.
Here it is. Oh, it has as a code, darn it, what could it be? You don’t help much do you? Hmm, oh, I got it, he loves James Bond movies, he even has the cell phone ring with the movies sound track, “007” – Click
It opened, let’s investigate, there’s too much paper in here, let’s take it all out – wow, what a mess, paper everywhere, gonna put this cup of coffee on the papers so they don’t fly away with the wind. Ok, he doesn’t seem to have it either. This is very frustrating. Gonna put all the papers back in the briefcase – Splash – Ups, the cup fell and broke. There’s coffee all over it. Oh well, garbage it is then.
I’m really sad, I can’t seem to find it anywhere, what am I supposed to do now?
-Mom- What’s wrong with you Peter?
-Peter- Oh it’s my mom again. Well mom, someone stole my tooth brush and I can’t find it.
-Mom- It was not stolen silly, it was a mess. I threw it away and brought you this new one.
-Peter- Jeez, I thought being a detective would be simple. Now I know how wrong I was.
Nuno Sanches - 27875
Yesterday I wanted to be a kitchen Chef. But that didn’t go so well. Anyways, you must be curious about what happened right?
-Mom- To whom are you speaking Peter? Always talking alone, that’s not healthy you know?
-Peter- Don’t mind her; it’s my mom. I love her but she’s blind as a bat, and the rest of the world too for that matter. Ok, now, someone took my tooth brush, and don’t you laugh at me, a kid’s tooth brush is very important.
I already have my suspects, being: my dog Albert, he’s a thief; my brother, he’s always taking what’s mine; and my father, never knows what is his or not, and I’m dead serious. One day he put on my mother’s shirt by mistake. Oh well, never mind, let’s see Albert.
This is Albert – Hello Albert, do you have anything to say in your defence? – It seems we’re going to do this the hard way, help me out here, let’s see if his teeth are clean – Oh God! His mouth smells like rotten meat, wow, it can’t be him. Bah, let’s just investigate my brother’s bedroom.
This is it, small as a bathroom, it will be easy – Ok, clothes here, here too, bubblegum, notebooks, laptop, sneakers under the bed – Nah, he wouldn’t be so obvious, let’s try inside his pillow.
I found something. Hmm, this is not a brush; it’s a magazine with girls, why would he want this? I’ll leave this on the bed; mom will clean up the room anyways. Ok, my dad then. It must be him. Let’s see his briefcase, it’s in the kitchen. Let’s go.
Here it is. Oh, it has as a code, darn it, what could it be? You don’t help much do you? Hmm, oh, I got it, he loves James Bond movies, he even has the cell phone ring with the movies sound track, “007” – Click
It opened, let’s investigate, there’s too much paper in here, let’s take it all out – wow, what a mess, paper everywhere, gonna put this cup of coffee on the papers so they don’t fly away with the wind. Ok, he doesn’t seem to have it either. This is very frustrating. Gonna put all the papers back in the briefcase – Splash – Ups, the cup fell and broke. There’s coffee all over it. Oh well, garbage it is then.
I’m really sad, I can’t seem to find it anywhere, what am I supposed to do now?
-Mom- What’s wrong with you Peter?
-Peter- Oh it’s my mom again. Well mom, someone stole my tooth brush and I can’t find it.
-Mom- It was not stolen silly, it was a mess. I threw it away and brought you this new one.
-Peter- Jeez, I thought being a detective would be simple. Now I know how wrong I was.
Nuno Sanches - 27875
Pope's Vacation
Have you all heard the news about the Pope? Yupi, the Big and Holy Pope is coming for a vacation (I hope he doesn’t get disappointed to see that it’s raining, it’s going to ruin his sunbath).
It’s always nice to see that so many people complained about the money our government was planning to send for Greece to help them with their crisis. But for the Pope, by all means, use our money to make your little stage and never mind all the people who are not catholic, as if they didn’t had money to set their own theatrical presentation.
And he will have a meeting with our president and prime-minister; I wonder why the hell in a secular state are we allowing such nonsense? Maybe we should invite the Islamic Caliph or the Dalai Lama, oh, why not David Miscavige? The Leader of the Scientology Church, I bet he could bring Tom Cruise or a “hottie” actress, that would be fun, and I’m guessing it would also be more interesting for our country leaders too.
For all I care, he could go back to his city-state on his pope-mobile or pope-plain or whatever. Maybe if he choose to dress shorter dress, maybe, just maybe I would change my mind. Not that I would find it sexy, I’m don’t suffer from any mental-illness, I think, but at the very least it would be funny, and that, our country is lacking – not religion.
Nuno Sanches - 27875
It’s always nice to see that so many people complained about the money our government was planning to send for Greece to help them with their crisis. But for the Pope, by all means, use our money to make your little stage and never mind all the people who are not catholic, as if they didn’t had money to set their own theatrical presentation.
And he will have a meeting with our president and prime-minister; I wonder why the hell in a secular state are we allowing such nonsense? Maybe we should invite the Islamic Caliph or the Dalai Lama, oh, why not David Miscavige? The Leader of the Scientology Church, I bet he could bring Tom Cruise or a “hottie” actress, that would be fun, and I’m guessing it would also be more interesting for our country leaders too.
For all I care, he could go back to his city-state on his pope-mobile or pope-plain or whatever. Maybe if he choose to dress shorter dress, maybe, just maybe I would change my mind. Not that I would find it sexy, I’m don’t suffer from any mental-illness, I think, but at the very least it would be funny, and that, our country is lacking – not religion.
Nuno Sanches - 27875
Friday, 9 April 2010
My Social Complaint
I'm the kind of person who likes to meet new people and socialize, to hear new and different points of view about certain aspects of life. I like to learn things about different cultures and habits but what I definitely can't stand is hypocrisy.
It seems that nowadays people are wearing some kind of masks more and more often, that cover what they really are, what they really feel on the inside. If you have an opinion about something or someone, why don't you admit it, no matter who doesn't agree with you?
I'm sick to death of people who spend their days pretending to be something they are not. And here's what I definitely stand for: the truth.
Gisela Canelhas
Nº. 28129
The Book
As I ate my breakfast I had the curious feeling that someone was looking at me. My mum and dad had gone to work and Alice, the girl who was taking care of me, was upstairs tidying up my room.
I looked around and saw no one. Only the window, the fridge, the table, the spoons, the forks, the knives, the dishes, the glasses and all those little useless things that mum used to buy just for fun. I restarted eating, trying to think of something else.
I grabbed my spoon and dove it into the milk. I really enjoyed the cereals I was eating, small corn letters with which I used to play was I was not hungry anymore. Suddenly, some letters started to move on their own and danced in the milk. I really got terrified. I heard a noise behind me and I jumped and turned around.
I saw nothing but mum's bookshelves and the cookbooks she had. I relaxed, took a deep breath and I thought I was just imagining things. But suddenly I heard – “Psst!... Claire!... Look up here! Up here!” - I could hardly believe what my eyes were seeing. One of the books, on the highest bookshelf, was jumping and looking at me with two big bright brown eyes that made it look like a cartoon. - “Pick me!” - It said.
- “I can't reach you!” - I replied. - “I'm not tall enough!” - “Use the chair, Claire! Think!” - I pushed the chair near the bookshelf, I got on the top of the seat, lifted my feet a little and... TADAAAA!!! I reached the funny book. - “Thank you!” - It said. - “Now sit down and open me at page five.”
I was only five, I couldn't read yet and I thought it would leave my new friend disappointed. But at least I knew how to count. I opened the book and I felt my feet leaving the ground. I was actually lifting up in the air when something pulled me into the book.
I dove through a tunnel of huge letters, numbers and question marks, made of bright beautiful colours that made me wish even harder that I knew how to read. I saw my dolls in my room and I tried to touch them, but they vanished like the whole setting was made of dust.
Suddenly, I landed. Not in a different place as I was expecting, but on the same chair I was eating my dancing cereals. By my side there was book that had no longer eyes nor could talk. I heard Alice asking me: - ”Claire, dear, are you ready?” - “Ready for what?” - I replied. - “Oh Claire, come on, hurry up! Today is your first day at school.”
Gisela Canelhas
Nº. 28129
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