Somewhere near Rochester, New York, Ed set out to bag his buck at 5:30 a.m. By 11:30 a.m., he was exhausted and hungry--and still no buck. At 12 noon, the mighty hunter Ed guards the remains of his lunch while a passerby snaps a quiet photo while trying not to startle the deer with a belly laugh. What a hunter!
The internationaly famous website Google created an amazing advertisement to show how important and useful its search tool is. I bet YOU already used Google search a lot in your life. Check it out:
Google - Parisian Love
After a while, a lot of parodies of the ad popped out on the web. Here are the funniest ones:
Google - Parisian Love part 2
Google - How to be a good father and husband
There are some other ones, but I can't post them here because they contain bad language. You can search them on Youtube, though. Despite of the bad words, they're very funny.
Chart-busting Alicia Keys and Madrid's Alejandro Sanz have recorded a song together for the first time.
'We met a long time ago in Lisbon, Portugal, at a Rock in Río festival,' Sanz told reporters,'and we felt a connection straight away. When we next met, we started improvising, singing and playing music,' he went on, 'and it was impressive, something really magical. We wasted no time in recording it.'
'Alicia is very pure and spiritual woman and very true to her music,' he added. 'I think the song will surprise a lot of people. It's a very positive, musical and lyrical song that invites listeners to find their own personal paradise, a paradise that more often than not is inside of us, even though we look everywhere else to find it, he concluded.
So,you can watch the video and tell us your opinion:
In a zoo in California , a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger babies. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the babies were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her babies had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cub's, perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species, will take on the care of a different species. The only 'orphans' that could be found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become babies or pork chops??
TAKE A LOOK!
Now, please tell me one more time ..........?
Why can't the rest of the world get along??
Suggested soundratck: Why can't we be friends?, by Smash Mouth
Why can't we be friends The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me As long as, as long as, long as we can live in harmony
Harmony and friendship rules the world! Peace and love, students ^_^V
Ready for a semester full of great news? well, watch these two videos and talk to your teacher! What does International House have to do with Disney in 2010????? =)
El nombre de cada persona solía escogerse para transmitir ciertas características o poderes implicados en el mismo, cada nombre tenía un significado especial que con el uso y la evolución del lenguaje se ha ido perdiendo y muchas personas no conocen el origen y significado de su nombre.
La onomástica en general, y más específicamente la antroponimia o estudio de los nombres propios de persona, y toponimia que se refiere a los nombres propios de lugar, es una rama de la lexicología que estudia los nombres propios con sus origenes y significado, usando para ello métodos comunes a la lingüística, así como también investigaciones históricas y antropológicas.
Al igual que muchas culturas indígenas contemporáneas, los nombres propios también en su origen tienen un significado especial que se transmite a quien lo porta.
Two respectable journalists are talking about a fashion model. Then, one of the models fall, having problems with her shoes. And they simple... start laughing nonstop! But it's really funny, try to watch without laughing!
Carnival is just around the corner! With this hot weather and all the dancing and singing, you'll sure need a lot of energy. A great way to renew your energy and give a bust into your party life, is drinking a lot of healthy and delicious juice. Here are some great receipes that you can try in your house.
A delicious alcohol free party pleaser that will blow both socks off. Ask the host if you can take your juicer to the party. Enjoy an enzyme high without a nasty hangover.
Athlete’s Super Fuel 1/2 watermelon 1 lemon 5 oranges 1 can frozen pineapple concentrate
Citrus Slurp 1 grapefruit 1 orange
Citrus juice made from a hand citrus juicer and a centrifugal force juice extractor can be quite different. The electric juice extractor produces a thick frothy juice, which is more tart. The quality and the nutritional value of the two are similar so it is only a matter of preference. This is an awesome wake-up and is healthier than coffee. It may take a little more time to make, but you will gain time because of the sharp mind that you will have in whatever you do.
The Pain Remover 1 lemon 1 orange 3 hard pears 3 apples
Bruises, aches and sprains can be irritated by a toxic bloodstream and a high-protein diet. But a low-protein, natural diet, lessens irritation and reduces inflammation. Not only does this juice taste delightful, it assists in the healing process. Adam and Eve never woke up stiff with arthritis. Perfect food sustaining perfect bodies. It is our heritage to be healthy and pain free.
Carrot + Apple Juice 6 carrots 2 apples
Passion Cocktail 4 strawberries 1 large chuck pineapple 1 bunch black grapes
So, before the Carnival, pass by the grocery store, buy as many fruits as possible and have fun without getting wasted!
Hey guys it's so good to be back!!! I hope we can learn and enjoy this new year... And if you wanna know the meaning of your name I have a good option: http://www.meaning-of-names.com/search/
See you Joanna
terça-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2010
Hi, people!
Visit this website, you'll find an online picture dictionary, to help you with vocabulary:
Hedg... what? Ok, it's normal to study animals in class. You learn "dog", "cat", "horse", "fish", "chicken", "pig", "elephant", "monkey", "butterfly"... but I bet THIS animal is new for you. It's a hedgehog. It doesn't look like an animal, but IT IS one, I swear.
You know famous dogs, like Beethoven, Lassie, Bidu, Pluto and Snoopy; or famous cats, like Garfield, or even famous fish, like Nemo and Dory. But there's also a famous hedgehog, did you know it?
And Sonic is not only the hedgehog that can fly! Let me present you this great game: Hedgehog Launch!
It's the coolest Flash Game ever! You just have to lauch the hedgehog to the stars. At first your lauches will be horrible, but eventually you'll get better and better.
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