<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:09:09.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>laurAds</title><subtitle type='html'>Advertising student lost in Gent.

- Why Gent? (asked he)
- Why not?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-3520277596662267013</id><published>2007-06-12T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:04:55.080Z</updated><title type='text'>MADE IN FIAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPlzDsZftfU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPlzDsZftfU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POCO HAY QUE AÑADIR.... UNA MARAVILLOSA CRIATURA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-3520277596662267013?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/3520277596662267013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=3520277596662267013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3520277596662267013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3520277596662267013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/06/made-in-fiat.html' title='MADE IN FIAT'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-8217057071821148778</id><published>2007-05-25T07:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:26:56.047Z</updated><title type='text'>MY HEROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w168.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w168.photobucket.com/albums/u188/lauramillan/1180048962.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s168.photobucket.com/albums/u188/lauramillan/?action=view&amp;current=1180048962.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-8217057071821148778?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/8217057071821148778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=8217057071821148778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/8217057071821148778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/8217057071821148778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heros.html' title='MY HEROS'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-8717803470648062498</id><published>2007-05-20T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:09:29.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Work in team is = MOCOMA</title><content type='html'>Once I thought that I had overpass the work in teams but NO. Mocoma is especially work in teams. Sometimes it goes well and you discover nice people that you never meet before, as Pablo or Marta, other you confirm what you have tough about a concrete person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example I remember de Group dynamics. It was so fuc**** tiring, and unrealistic, but I the end I got fun. Marta you were the Idol of that assignment singing “by the rivers of Babilon” Estelle making the dance of Benny hill and me putting the ring tone of Benny Hill in my mobile phone without Stop. I still remember the white chocolate, and the paprika cheaps…. And also RUI when he told us “I was to lazy to look for that” Finally the job was well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another assignment “incredible” was that of the PR cases and the MUD. Come on! a team with 8 people is never going to be serious, but at the end once again was Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show you pictures, maybe in one of them is appearing Mr. I tink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-8717803470648062498?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/8717803470648062498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=8717803470648062498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/8717803470648062498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/8717803470648062498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-in-tema-is-mocoma.html' title='Work in team is = MOCOMA'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-3317027446527731423</id><published>2007-05-20T21:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:10:19.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Our last pic of Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC5FPMjVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/sfeWZ0WYiwk/s1600-h/IMG_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066753080421471810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC5FPMjVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/sfeWZ0WYiwk/s320/IMG_6612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…Sometimes a unique green line may mark the difference…. What happens when you’re abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Your mobile phone changes, I mean, changes the name of the company, change the habitudes (e.g if you go to UK cars are driving on the left side) but sometimes what can change are lines of the Highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Satuday Nico, Victor and me went to the last continental point of Europe (Come on, I’m not Idiot I know that it is not the last part, but for me is the place most in the north I’ve ever been) The only thing I didn’t like was the cold wind in the beach…. To much for me and my fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I’m ill once again, each time that the rains appears in Gent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh tanks Victor for the Pipas and the explanation of the snake and the pharmacies. Nico thanks a lot for you “dedicated song” I here I’d like to congratulate you, for your progress in “Spanish Advanced Course of fans of Shakira”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-3317027446527731423?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/3317027446527731423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=3317027446527731423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3317027446527731423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3317027446527731423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-last-pic-of-europe.html' title='Our last pic of Europe'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC5FPMjVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/sfeWZ0WYiwk/s72-c/IMG_6612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-1487870271308314488</id><published>2007-05-20T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:59:02.642Z</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2001 (quite a long time) I went with my best friend Mónica to the cinema to see “Moulin rouge” a movie with Nicole Kidman and Evan Mc. Gregor. It was a Friday night and I remember us watching the film as a video clip. The music, the colours, the scenes, the dialogues WoW…. I’ve ever seen something equal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubmoulinrouge.com/mr.htm#"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066748789749143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC1LfMjVhI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qjru4NOfPFA/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays in 2007 I’m thinking to see it once again, it also means something special… Ana and me were singing the Elephant Medley last Wednesday went we came out of the Pub La la la in Overpoort. A friend of Rui was playing there (Electro) and at the end I felt that I had enough, so I went out and I saw Ana (I always call her Mesqui) Steven (Ana’s roommate) and Nico, then Kasia joined us, and I don’t know why my Mesqui began to sing…. “&lt;em&gt;And I... I drink all the time, we should be lowers, we can’t do that, we should be looooovers and that’s a fact&lt;/em&gt;” suddenly we were singing, or better said, shouting the music of that movie. It was so cool (now I have a strange sore throat since then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after (so last Friday) I spent all the afternoon in the Vooruit working in my fotolog (Laura you’re right it’s kind of weird to define that as work) what the fact is that we were there, and then Nico, Mireia and Victor Came. We were really tired so we picked up a pair of pizzas from Pizza Mario (ummmmmmmmmmm) and ate them at Laura’s Place (Out of topic: eiiii Laura when are you going to organize a party at you new place?) And Nico Shown us a nice version of the song Roxane.&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes the link. Roxan’s Tango is also appearing in the movie Moulin Rouge….I my Good and Laura hadn’t seen it before. So…. Ok guys lets mark a date for our cinema evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066749704577177138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC2AvMjVjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LnLNHU_1M5Q/s320/moulin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-1487870271308314488?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/1487870271308314488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=1487870271308314488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1487870271308314488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1487870271308314488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/05/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RlC1LfMjVhI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qjru4NOfPFA/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-1414275947579802330</id><published>2007-05-17T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:01:10.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop moves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5peZWTwPtV8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small wink to one of the first songs a heard in Gent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-1414275947579802330?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/1414275947579802330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=1414275947579802330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1414275947579802330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1414275947579802330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/05/hip-hop-moves-me.html' title='Hip Hop moves me'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-4501144194984167663</id><published>2007-04-16T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:05:12.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Coca Cola Vice City Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KH-YacAkSLI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest advertising of Coke in Sapain. After seeing that you can understand why you have been singing for ages the claim: "Always Coca-Cola"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more coments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-4501144194984167663?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/4501144194984167663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=4501144194984167663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4501144194984167663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4501144194984167663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/04/coca-cola-vice-city-advertising.html' title='Coca Cola Vice City Advertising'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-7174167286172338484</id><published>2007-04-14T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:09:33.516Z</updated><title type='text'>TAPAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In Spain, appart from the bulls, flamenco singers and dancer, the sun, the paella and Almodóvar (Jejeje) we also have something very, very, very tipycal called &lt;strong&gt;TAPAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The official dictionary of the Royal Spanish Academy of Languages says that a TAPA is a small portion of food served with a drink. However this is not completely true you can have a complete dinner eating only these small and delicious bits.&lt;br /&gt;In the north of Spain they have even contests where the most famous cookers take part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just before the Easter holidays we celebrated a Spanish tapas night at my place, just to bring to my friends a piece of my culture. As Estelle says…. Yami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- Prawn cocktail&lt;br /&gt;2.- Garlic prawns&lt;br /&gt;3.- Garlic mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;4.- Tomato bread with Spanish ham&lt;br /&gt;5.- Brave potatoes&lt;br /&gt;6. Wine Chorizos (spicy dry pork sausage) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053331865479726674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RiEKjtYUxlI/AAAAAAAAACk/0hJ-qOys1kA/s400/tapas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we took all this different food with bread and Wine.&lt;br /&gt;I really invite you to taste it. The basic one as the brave potatoes is very simple to make and the result generally is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, in the link below you can find some recipes of tapas that for sure are going to cause a sensation among your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arrakis.es/~jols/tapas/index2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.arrakis.es/~jols/tapas/index2.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-7174167286172338484?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/7174167286172338484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=7174167286172338484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/7174167286172338484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/7174167286172338484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/04/tapas.html' title='TAPAS'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RiEKjtYUxlI/AAAAAAAAACk/0hJ-qOys1kA/s72-c/tapas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-2594900381657222280</id><published>2007-04-13T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:26:41.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop from the Bronx</title><content type='html'>During few weeks I was attending to Dance classes, hip hop ones to be more concrete. But unfortunately the last time i went I was kindly invited to not to come back again in this timetable. They suggested us that maybe it was better to go to the beginner level on Mondays, but..... Oh porca miseria on Mondays I have lessons and it was to difficult to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I need to see into another direction, proven that my short career into the dance is over. I've tried to run, but I find it boring, the bike..... ok I'm biking too much so the only option felt is swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disadvantage of this sport is the fight against the old people that every time you must have to win your space into de pool to can swim. If we think it carefully for a while we can get easily the conclusion that they're not there to swim, but to open its social nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the video I took to Estelle in our last hip hop class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mof5cWGtW00" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh one more intersting data the man with the green cup is the teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-2594900381657222280?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/2594900381657222280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=2594900381657222280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/2594900381657222280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/2594900381657222280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/04/hip-hop-from-de-bronx.html' title='Hip Hop from the Bronx'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-3734262773550391134</id><published>2007-04-13T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:52:07.761Z</updated><title type='text'>The Markets of Gent</title><content type='html'>As I told you before if you have visit Gent, you can't miss to visit the Cathedral, Gravensteen and so on, but neither the markets. So here I show you a small sample about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the vegetables market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9pEdYUxbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nl1uKB_gpsI/s1600-h/IMG_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052872832260031922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9pEdYUxbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nl1uKB_gpsI/s200/IMG_4568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9sp9YUxdI/AAAAAAAAABk/yo-drZFRvvw/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052876775040009682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9sp9YUxdI/AAAAAAAAABk/yo-drZFRvvw/s200/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9tBNYUxeI/AAAAAAAAABs/no69v2JTis0/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052877174471968226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9tBNYUxeI/AAAAAAAAABs/no69v2JTis0/s200/IMG_4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9uEtYUxfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zjXmEXefzJM/s1600-h/IMG_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052878334113138162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9uEtYUxfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zjXmEXefzJM/s200/IMG_4580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9vQNYUxgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zP5VKxPiwso/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052879631193261570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9vQNYUxgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zP5VKxPiwso/s200/IMG_4583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh91aNYUxhI/AAAAAAAAACE/ekjTvZisj14/s1600-h/IMG_4582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052886400061720082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh91aNYUxhI/AAAAAAAAACE/ekjTvZisj14/s200/IMG_4582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second hand market &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-b8NYUxiI/AAAAAAAAACM/LBOS9sY8dcY/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052928765619127842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-b8NYUxiI/AAAAAAAAACM/LBOS9sY8dcY/s200/IMG_4586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-cc9YUxjI/AAAAAAAAACU/jpHt9_XHa_k/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052929328259843634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-cc9YUxjI/AAAAAAAAACU/jpHt9_XHa_k/s200/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-c4NYUxkI/AAAAAAAAACc/cgHp0abWwg4/s1600-h/IMG_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052929796411278914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh-c4NYUxkI/AAAAAAAAACc/cgHp0abWwg4/s200/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-3734262773550391134?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/3734262773550391134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=3734262773550391134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3734262773550391134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/3734262773550391134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/04/markets-of-gent.html' title='The Markets of Gent'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/Rh9pEdYUxbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nl1uKB_gpsI/s72-c/IMG_4568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-4616058883495715012</id><published>2007-04-13T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:22:02.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Sundays under Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;object" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afer two months in Belgium, it seems that the rain has given us a truce.&lt;br /&gt;During the Easter Holidays the sun was shining almost everyday, and you cab believe me when I say that THIS thing rarely occurs so often. That’s why I was just remembering, how wonderful that first whole shiny weekend here in Gent was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday the 11th March and Estelle and me went to the street markets. I was so exited about this idea that I woke up two or three times before than my clock alarms rang. I was going to be able to do something I always do in Spain. Just, to walk among the different stands and enjoy the colours, the smelt, the flavour of a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to discover those nice places, in front of St, Michels Church there was the fresh food market, with the coffee place, the roasted chicken, the backer and so on. At Vrijdajs market you could find all diverse kind of animals. In Kouter the flowers one and In St Jacobs the second hand one. We took lot of picture, and we could buy nice candles and figures with a really convenient price.&lt;br /&gt;In fact in this moment one of those is lighted on my desk. So maybe the best way to describe how is the sun in Gent is to show it directly. &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRUQtJjvRVE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-4616058883495715012?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/4616058883495715012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=4616058883495715012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4616058883495715012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4616058883495715012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/04/sundays-under-sun.html' title='Sundays under Sun'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-1270662109739488831</id><published>2007-03-15T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:38:20.133Z</updated><title type='text'>The country of tentations part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RfnQYrmVT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/mxa1nT6BCoM/s1600-h/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042290380256923458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RfnQYrmVT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/mxa1nT6BCoM/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brugge, 13th March, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't be in another way. The tentations of Belgium are wating for me round every single conrner, in each window, in each square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tusday Mocoma Students we went with other students of Artevelde to visit Brugge (Ohhhh What incredible city)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is that we were more than 40 of us (even with the sudden absence of our TurKish colleagues)and we couldn't manage to go together to the museums, so after the intial division in small groups to be able to answe such ridiculous questions as "How many steps has the Belfort Tower?" :-~ after taking hundred photos in the big fountain, after see the gate, afterwards, only then is when the big schism arrived. The organizator decided to put us in two different mixed groups to favorise the integration between local and foreign students. And curiously while all my closer friends were in the group visiting the beer museum, I was in the other group, that one visiting the Chocolat Museum..... Nyami!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard the word Chocolate and my name in the sentence, I couldn't bealive my eyes... they have readen my mind. I don't regreat not have gone to the other place. For me a real chocolate egg which weighs more than 115 kilos is a serious thin to take into account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yasmis, Tomas and other guy where the organizators, altought sometimes I felt as I was 15 years going round the city asking for different places as we were in a holidays camp in Canada, I must recognise that they work hard. Maybe for the next time we also can do a normal visit, more appropiated to my age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-1270662109739488831?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/1270662109739488831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=1270662109739488831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1270662109739488831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/1270662109739488831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/03/country-of-tentations-part-2.html' title='The country of tentations part 2'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RfnQYrmVT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/mxa1nT6BCoM/s72-c/IMG_4695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-2301381649442715663</id><published>2007-03-02T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:37:47.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've decided to take seriuosly my blog...eiii guys you can beging to read in english even if the texts are writing by me. JEJEJE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las thursday we went to visit Brussels, and me, personaly I prefer Gent. Anyway Rik the lecturer of SCA Social Current Affairs ( A subject I'n no taking ) showed as the non-turistic side the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specially the "Arte - Nouveau" spread arround all over the city... Ei there weren't other styles before that oone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very nice, the Stock market, the uptown, The Parlamnet, the 2nd hand market, The Patri(a) Square and so on, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you can see Rik taking us a picture.... "Fantastic Motivated group" told us.!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RehD3brivwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eNBTSbsuGDM/s1600-h/Bru1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037350802816155394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RehD3brivwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eNBTSbsuGDM/s320/Bru1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-2301381649442715663?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/2301381649442715663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=2301381649442715663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/2301381649442715663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/2301381649442715663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/03/visit-to-brussels.html' title='Visit to Brussels'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RehD3brivwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eNBTSbsuGDM/s72-c/Bru1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-219210458043076434</id><published>2007-03-02T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:52:50.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Country of Tentations</title><content type='html'>If somebody ask you aboutn the most typical products of Belgium you have two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell them about the virtudes of the Belgium Beer... KRIEK, Stella Artois, leffe in this order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy yourself with CHOCOLATE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RegACrrivvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FZcCXSgEKRA/s1600-h/choc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037276229298994930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RegACrrivvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FZcCXSgEKRA/s320/choc1.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't imagine, round every corner there are plein of Chocolate shops with so many kind of sweets that you can't remember in a while. White, with milk, pure, black, arabic, fondue, with fruits.... as people say here Leeker!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other think you can enjoy are Gouffre;; or Waffle or something. I've never tasted such a good ones; Nyamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-219210458043076434?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/219210458043076434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=219210458043076434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/219210458043076434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/219210458043076434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/03/country-of-tentations.html' title='Country of Tentations'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RegACrrivvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FZcCXSgEKRA/s72-c/choc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-4605371611466630279</id><published>2007-02-21T04:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:07:50.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Belts, your choice</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After have taken some beers at Oveerpoortsatraat in Gent I’ve decided to revise my fotolog and my mail…. Why not it’s only three o’clock in the morning (nice time to work, everything is calm, even the pub round the corner, even my neighbours upstairs) and I’ve found out and old advertisement concerning to the use of seat bells. I enjoyed it a lot, so I wanted  to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BecJpGYQbM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BecJpGYQbM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice point of view, isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll install one in my yellow bike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-4605371611466630279?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/4605371611466630279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=4605371611466630279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4605371611466630279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/4605371611466630279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/02/belts-your-choice.html' title='Belts, your choice'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668308154295712864.post-6480128839892597837</id><published>2007-02-16T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:03:40.026Z</updated><title type='text'>My First Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RdV2Y_zr7AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2tzddWy6lVk/s1600-h/termometer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032058330473556994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RdV2Y_zr7AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2tzddWy6lVk/s320/termometer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello People, maybe It can seems strange but after only two weeks living in this country I 've have my first Flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Spain almost never rains and now I know the reason: All the water has fallen in GENT during this two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain has been my inseparable partner during this time, whenever I went, to the supermarket, to the bank, to the Uni, to Patty’s place, to My PLACE, she was with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how Belgium can manage this…. So if you can help me, maybe give some tips about this, you’ll be welcome. And if I get nice answers I promise you that I will create a “Pentalogue” for the perfect co-inhabitation Spanish-Rain, Rain-Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you informed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668308154295712864-6480128839892597837?l=laurads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/feeds/6480128839892597837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668308154295712864&amp;postID=6480128839892597837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/6480128839892597837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668308154295712864/posts/default/6480128839892597837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurads.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-flu.html' title='My First Flu'/><author><name>L a u r A d S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TemRjVtN6dI/RdV2Y_zr7AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2tzddWy6lVk/s72-c/termometer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
