Tell me...what are your plans for VACATION?
HAPPY VACATION FOR YOU GUYS!
=)
segunda-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2009
segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009
Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie, by Bob Dylan
One of my best friends sent me this poem last year. It made no sense for me then, since it's a poem about losing the grip and finding hope. But now I have the mood for it, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie" has become one of the best poems of my life. It's long and tricky, but it's worth reading.
Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie (Bob Dylan)
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache�
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
Have a nice week =)
xxx,
teacher Bel
Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie (Bob Dylan)
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache�
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
Have a nice week =)
xxx,
teacher Bel
quarta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2009
sexta-feira, 27 de novembro de 2009
mAtEs Of StAtEs...My only offer
After a long day in your school studying or at your job...you arrive home and listen to a song like this one, it's perfect to calm you down and make you think... Think of what?? This matter is up to you .
Enjoy it:
Enjoy it:
quarta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2009
Another great lip dup video
Hey guys!
Do you know what the term "lip dub" means? I bet you've watched some lip dub video before, but you don't even know it was a lip dub! Well, according to Wikipedia, "a lip dub is a type of video that combines lip synching and audio dubbing to make a music video. It is made by filming individuals or a group of people lip synching while listening to a song or any recorded audio then dubbing over it in post editing with the original audio of the song. (...) The most popular lip dubs are done in a single unedited shot that often travels through different rooms and situations in, say, an office building. They have become popular with the advent of mass participatory video content sites like YouTube"
(complete article: here)
Some months ago, a lip dub of "I gotta a feeling", made by québécois students from a canadian university, was released on the web. Everybody loved it, it was fun and looked like a pro thing. Remember it?
Now, students from another canadian university, the Université de Montréal, released on the web another great lip dub video! This time, they were singing "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)" from the punk-rock band The Offspring.
The video clip style is very similar to the one from Quebec: one single shot passing from room to room and a lot of students singing. Very pro, and the song is awesome!
Watch it:
Hope you like it!
xxx,
teacher Bel
Do you know what the term "lip dub" means? I bet you've watched some lip dub video before, but you don't even know it was a lip dub! Well, according to Wikipedia, "a lip dub is a type of video that combines lip synching and audio dubbing to make a music video. It is made by filming individuals or a group of people lip synching while listening to a song or any recorded audio then dubbing over it in post editing with the original audio of the song. (...) The most popular lip dubs are done in a single unedited shot that often travels through different rooms and situations in, say, an office building. They have become popular with the advent of mass participatory video content sites like YouTube"
(complete article: here)
Some months ago, a lip dub of "I gotta a feeling", made by québécois students from a canadian university, was released on the web. Everybody loved it, it was fun and looked like a pro thing. Remember it?
Now, students from another canadian university, the Université de Montréal, released on the web another great lip dub video! This time, they were singing "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)" from the punk-rock band The Offspring.
The video clip style is very similar to the one from Quebec: one single shot passing from room to room and a lot of students singing. Very pro, and the song is awesome!
Watch it:
Hope you like it!
xxx,
teacher Bel
sábado, 21 de novembro de 2009
quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009
Para reír y aprender
A cantar...
Miren cómo actúan bien esos estudiantes de la lengua española. Su maestro, Fábio, les había pedido que interpretaran unas canciones españolas y... vean qué fantástico.
Felicitaciones a todos ellos, no?
Miren cómo actúan bien esos estudiantes de la lengua española. Su maestro, Fábio, les había pedido que interpretaran unas canciones españolas y... vean qué fantástico.
Felicitaciones a todos ellos, no?
terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2009
segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009
Zeitgeist: a must-see movie
Zeitgeist is "the spirit of the times" and/or "the spirit of the age." Zeitgeist is the general cultural, intellectual, ethical, spiritual, and/or political climate within a nation or even specific groups, along with the general ambience, morals, and sociocultural direction or mood of an era (similar to the English word mainstream or trend).
The Zeitgeist Movement is a grass roots campaign to unify the world through a common ideology based on the fundamentals of life and nature. This movement ignores politics, religion and the like, and instead attempts to communicate how all humans are the same at the fundamental level and how it is time we start to work together on a global scale to end the seemingly perpetual conflict and suffering in our current world society.
Therefore, in this great documentary you shall understand why and how your life, culture, information and even your thoughts and opinions are manipulated by social scripts strongly inserted in your life, such as religion, politics, economics and the media.
I dare you to watch it. You'll never see "the system" the same way you did before. And even if you don't believe in this conspiracy theories stuff, I bet you'll have food for thought at least for the rest of your life.
They explain why and how religion works defining social behaviors, the real part played by the government in the war against the "terrorists", the real explanation for Vietnan War and many other interesting things that I never imagined. A real must-see movie.
There are 12 parts with portuguese subtitles at youtube. Here's the link for Part 1, there you'll find the links for Part 2, 3, 4 etc. The subtitles are a little messed up some parts, so it's a great opportunity to practice your listening (:
Have a nice week!
xxx,
teacher Bel
sábado, 14 de novembro de 2009
El cuerpo de los alumnos
Mira cómo aprenden nuestros alumnos. Todo es una buena diversión, no lo crees?
Un viernes en la vida de Núbia
Todos los viernes me levanto a las seis y veinte. Voy al baño y me ducho. Después me visto y lavo mis dientes. Luego desayuno y salgo para el trabajo.
Empiezo a trabajar a las siete y treinta. Al mediodía voy a almorzar. Vuelvo a trabajar a la una y sigo trabajando hasta las cinco de la tarde.
Generalmente como algo cuando llego a mi casa y, entonces, voy a la peluquería para hacer las uñas. Más tarde, por la noche, me gusta salir con los amigos, pero no siempre salgo. A veces estoy muy cansada y prefiero acostarme temprano.
Salvem o idioma!!!!
Mais uma vez um grande sucesso! O Save your english ( e também o Salve de todos as línguas) aconteceu na primeira semana de novembro de 2009.
Alunos e professores estavam empenhados em aprimorar o idioma estudado!!!
Obrigado, galera!!!!
Um grande abraço,
Renato Aires.
Alunos e professores estavam empenhados em aprimorar o idioma estudado!!!
Obrigado, galera!!!!
Um grande abraço,
Renato Aires.
sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009
Missing Twilight's cast already?
Check this out!
Yeah! They're back, at least Kristen and Dakota, in "The Runaways", a hard rock movie based on a band from the 70s composed only by girls, and Kristen is going to play the most famous of all them: Joan Jett!
There isn't any trailer yet, but as soon as I find one be sure that I'll post it!
Check this out!
Yeah! They're back, at least Kristen and Dakota, in "The Runaways", a hard rock movie based on a band from the 70s composed only by girls, and Kristen is going to play the most famous of all them: Joan Jett!
There isn't any trailer yet, but as soon as I find one be sure that I'll post it!
quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009
Funny Halloween Stories
The students from Inter 7 and Inter 9 tried to create some scary stories, but they actually came out kinda funny.
Check it out:
Marcelo (Inter 7)
Ricardo (Inter 9)
Check it out:
Marcelo (Inter 7)
Ricardo (Inter 9)
terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009
Dr. Healthy - I love this man!
Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speed up heart not make live longer; that like say you can extend life of car by driving faster. Want live longer? Take nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does cow eat? Hay and corn. What are these? Vegetables. So, steak nothing more than efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef also good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And pork chop can give 100% recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine. That means they take water out of fruity bit; get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made out of grain. Bottoms up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: If you have body and you have fat, ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Cannot think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No Pain...Good!
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only do sit-ups if want bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: You crazy? HELLO ... Cocoa beans! Vegetable!!! Cocoa beans best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming good for figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.
AND.....
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies:
1. The Japanese eat very little fat
And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat
And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine
And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
4 The Italians drink a lot of red wine
And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats
And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
CONCLUSION.....
Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Let's try studying Chinese or Russian, ok students? LOL.
xxx,
teacher Bel
sábado, 31 de outubro de 2009
quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2009
BRAINTEASER
Read the rhyme and answer the question.
When I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Every wife had seven sacks
Every sack had seven cats
Every cat had seven kittens;
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives
How many were going to St. Ives?
see ya...
When I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Every wife had seven sacks
Every sack had seven cats
Every cat had seven kittens;
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives
How many were going to St. Ives?
see ya...
terça-feira, 27 de outubro de 2009
segunda-feira, 26 de outubro de 2009
If CLauSES
Hi there!
For all those ones who are studying IF CLAUSES:
Here you'll find some very good exercises. They are divided into levels and colors, the green ones are for elementary students, the yellow ones are for the pre-intermediate students and the red ones are for the intermediate students. Have fun ok?
They're useful and funny so let's get to work right?!
http://inglesnanet.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=45&Itemid=68
For all those ones who are studying IF CLAUSES:
Here you'll find some very good exercises. They are divided into levels and colors, the green ones are for elementary students, the yellow ones are for the pre-intermediate students and the red ones are for the intermediate students. Have fun ok?
They're useful and funny so let's get to work right?!
http://inglesnanet.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=45&Itemid=68
sexta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2009
¿Quién es él?
Javier Bardem nació el 1 de marzo de 1969 en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria.
En sus comienzos Javier Bardem estudió pintura en la Escuela de Artes y Oficios y también jugó Rugby en la Selección Española, pero su pasión por el cine y su familia que son todos actores le hizo decidir volcarce a la actuación.
Ganador del Fotogramas de Plata al Mejor Actor en 1994 por "Huevos de Oro", ganó también ese mismo año por "Días contados" y por "El detective y la muerte" el Premio al Mejor Actor en el Festival de San Sebastián, además del Premio Fernando Rey a la mejor interpretación por "Días contados".
Su carrera como actor lo llevo a realizar grandes films entre los que se destacan "Los lunes al sol" (2002) y "Mar Adentro" (2004).
Y tú, ¿conoces a la chica de abajo? ¿Qué relación tiene ella con Bardem?
quinta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2009
Greetings...
Hello (also Hullo especially in British English) (British English also Hallo) is the usual word and is used in all situations, including answering the telephone.
Hi is more informal and is now very common : Hi guys! Hi, there!
How are you? Or How are you doing? (very informal) often follow Hello and Hi : ‘Hello, Mark’.’Oh, hi, Kathy! How are you?’
Good morning is often used by members of a family or people who work together when they see each other for the first time in the day. It can also be used in formal situations and on the telephone. In informal speech, people may just say Morning.
Good afternoon and Good evening are much less common. Good night is not used to greet somebody, but only to say goodbye late in the evening or when you are going to bed.
If you are meeting someone for the first time, you can say Pleased to meet you or Nice to meet you (less formal). Some people use How do you do? In formal situations. The correct reply to this is: How do you do?
Some other facts:
Hi, related to "Hiya", both being less formal for 'hello' but very widely used nowadays. "Hi" is relatively new, having become popular in the 1920s in the USA and then spread throughout English-speaking populations around the world, and even into other languages.
"Hey", has become fairly commonplace as a greeting in informal USA English, but is considered impolite in UK English to use as a greeting (Cambridge English dictionary says "used as a way of attracting someone's attention, sometimes in a way which is not very polite"; its standard usage in the UK is to express a mixture of surprise and displeasure/indignation/protest/reprimand, or else to shout (specifically not at standard spoken volume) at someone from afar prior to greeting them or else warning them about danger.
According to the Cambridge English and Collins English dictionaries "hey" is not used as a greeting, but an interjection used to express surprise (sometimes with indignation or displeasure, e.g. "Hey, stop that!" or "Hey, stop making a noise! Or "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"), inquiry (as a prelude, thus catching attention, e.g. "Hey, have you seen this?"), interest (especially sudden, e.g. "Hey, what's going on?!"), and to call attention from a distance (e.g. Across the street, or when someone's back is turned - "Hey, didn't see you there!" or "Hey, over here!").
"Good morning", "Good afternoon", "Good evening" — More formal verbal greetings used at the appropriate time of day. Note that the similar "Good night" and "Good day" are more commonly used as phrases of parting rather than greeting. These are often abbreviated by those wishing to be less formal, e.g. Among friends or family, to 'Morning!', 'Afternoon!', 'Night!' or 'G'night!'
"Howdy" — Informal greeting. Derived from "How do you do," it is common in the rural regions of the United States. This is also the official greeting of the Texas A&M Aggies of Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas.
"How do you do?", along with variations such as "How are ya?" (Ireland) and "Hiya"
"What's up?", "Whassup", "Sup?", "How's it going?", “How’s it hanging?” "wazap?", "Yo", and "What's happenin?" — United States.
"How's tricks?" and "How's it going?" are popular in UK English, but note that 'What's up?' in UK English means 'What's wrong?' and is therefore not a greeting.
"Howzit?" also "Howsit?"
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segunda-feira, 19 de outubro de 2009
The Marshmallow Test - VERY FUNNY
"Ok, here’s the deal: marshmallow for you. You can either wait, and I’ll give you another one if you wait ‘till I come back, or you can eat it now, and don’t get another"
A woman made this (sadistic!) deal with many different children. They were filmed while waiting her return, resisting bravely to the softness of the marshmallow. Watch the result, it's HILARIOUS!
Have a nice week!
xxx,
teacher Bel
A woman made this (sadistic!) deal with many different children. They were filmed while waiting her return, resisting bravely to the softness of the marshmallow. Watch the result, it's HILARIOUS!
Have a nice week!
xxx,
teacher Bel
sábado, 17 de outubro de 2009
sexta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2009
mEet Me HaLfWaY...BEP
For all BEP fans:
Meet me halfway!
Fergie told Daily Mail that when she was recording her vocals for "Meet Me Halfway", she "transported herself back to 1985, when she was 10 and saw Madonna in concert for the first time on the Virgin tour. She took on Madonna's persona in that song as a homage".
Meet me halfway!
Fergie told Daily Mail that when she was recording her vocals for "Meet Me Halfway", she "transported herself back to 1985, when she was 10 and saw Madonna in concert for the first time on the Virgin tour. She took on Madonna's persona in that song as a homage".
quinta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2009
Ao mestre, com carinho!
Pela International House Idiomas já passaram muitos e excelentes professores! Cada um, à sua maneira, deixou muito de si e certamente levou algo de nós!
Na construção da escola muitos tijolos foram especialmente colocados pelos saudosos Gilson, Cristiane, Lívia, Maria Carolina, Danilo, Rosirene, Mariana, Kátia, Cristiano, Daniela, Vanessa, Patrícia...
Á eles, nossa eterna gratidão!!!
E aos que mantém de pé nossa filosofia de ensino, nossa gratidão maior!!!
Muito obrigado aos cúmplices Bel, Rafael, Elisa, Nayra, Jean, Evelyn, Andréia, Joanna e Schneider!!!!
À vocês, nossa eterna gratidão!!!!
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