tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57829308064156342462024-03-13T00:30:07.803-07:00NOSTALGIAMirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12423826284466295739noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5782930806415634246.post-8508194596700299102009-08-07T18:07:00.001-07:002009-08-08T23:13:06.625-07:00Living in Musicals...Do you like musicals?<br /><div> </div><div>Amazing lifes with full of music and dance.I am fascinated by musicals' magical world.So Let's have a look at some of my favourite musicals...</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>When I was a little girl, I watched my first musical and I fell in love.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>It was about a girl, Dorothy, who dreams of a better place "somewhere over the rainbow". And she found herself in the magical Land Of Oz...</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>After an adventurous journey with her friends Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion, she learns that "There is no place like home"...</div><div> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367395702373477938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcK25CEyg9FwDoTN1DcH3tmnpNrf4IvscZidk4EJ8rJtlIsBkEc83GdkKGwOcGTblEs2GQNDeldvTeTe5-qwpeuuIB07hqZ0ZylxnkHP7lox0bRpgd8RKtgDMJQiSOlf3SVagPlVBjufU/s320/wizard.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Another story about high school students' life in the late 50's is one of the most popular, timeless musical, famous with its songs, dances and costumes.It is Grease, Waooo Yeah...</div><br /><p>Danny and Sandy's relationship shows us the difference between boys' and girls' point of views to love and friendship.</p><p>Tell me more, tell me more</p><p>Did you get very far,</p><p>Tell me more, tell me more</p><p>Like does he have a car</p><p>:)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dznVCHcbjz-gWrBt8flat4L6zINdTumRDQ7WU94Lh3CWbB5en-ftU-iUB7uQEaYZdBx5CzzTHdYWhN_jV_y' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>If you don't like cats, think again after this musical, Cats...</p><p>It is about Jellicle cats because,</p><p>Jellicles are and Jellicles do</p><p>Jellicles do and Jellicles would</p><p>Jellicles would and Jellicles can</p><p>Jellicles can and Jellicles do,</p><p>My favourite cat is Grizabella,"The Glamour Cat". She left Jellicle tribe to explore the outside world despite knowing that she would never be allowed back in. The other cats shun her for leaving them, despite that she wants to be with them again. After several attempts to gain their acceptance, Grizabella's emotional appeal is accepted; seeing how much she is suffering, she is chosen to be reborn.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367839215096524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCoLn3931c7b9ah9zL29Fon6PsVZPmkWY3UyLkkd5Jceg__erLRnuzGpuSIQK4WPMngWhpOt_YZldvomd36Evjzv4ys888EqT5q9CR1HezMXDKsf4I7zolO9hISabAKIh9PKV2TVBjaOp1/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" /> Don't lose musicals' magical world and keep living in musicals...Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12423826284466295739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5782930806415634246.post-12463501353619287852009-07-15T17:18:00.000-07:002009-07-15T18:27:44.295-07:00Black and White Times...<em></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Let's have a look at black and white times through our grandparents' photo albums.</em><br /><br /><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5tD2JkqNdNv-0A9ozOpHOZQP1fI-iITCm0dMiRd-do4-okO4zSPwJwkDSyI8TWuKahCeRJGSM4LdCnZjxHOkRLnu0Jp8OlWERyV_kSRNwikn-dx6cURkiHTjA6d17AtyWV00ljHbjPsV/s1600-h/hazelgertrudekeeleyx.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358846549080754498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5tD2JkqNdNv-0A9ozOpHOZQP1fI-iITCm0dMiRd-do4-okO4zSPwJwkDSyI8TWuKahCeRJGSM4LdCnZjxHOkRLnu0Jp8OlWERyV_kSRNwikn-dx6cURkiHTjA6d17AtyWV00ljHbjPsV/s320/hazelgertrudekeeleyx.jpg" border="0" /></a></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Once upon a time, they were children too...</em><br /><br /><em><br /></em><em><br /><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXALNRdu0vl2i_s_NrAt_9yShTlYWiYAHEf-BU35K1OjLGJy-ZIZgNB06eNmFksPx0VZHi-poOuJzHu9X7msu0cuc6gxl3Nm4yw2iMfCkJG0x7EboeFnqRpdfUR12HMrjjRD4r52iWDqMe/s1600-h/Gram%2520and%2520the%2520Brennan%2520Girls%2520at%2520Santa%2520Cruz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358847479671866978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXALNRdu0vl2i_s_NrAt_9yShTlYWiYAHEf-BU35K1OjLGJy-ZIZgNB06eNmFksPx0VZHi-poOuJzHu9X7msu0cuc6gxl3Nm4yw2iMfCkJG0x7EboeFnqRpdfUR12HMrjjRD4r52iWDqMe/s320/Gram%2520and%2520the%2520Brennan%2520Girls%2520at%2520Santa%2520Cruz.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXALNRdu0vl2i_s_NrAt_9yShTlYWiYAHEf-BU35K1OjLGJy-ZIZgNB06eNmFksPx0VZHi-poOuJzHu9X7msu0cuc6gxl3Nm4yw2iMfCkJG0x7EboeFnqRpdfUR12HMrjjRD4r52iWDqMe/s1600-h/Gram%2520and%2520the%2520Brennan%2520Girls%2520at%2520Santa%2520Cruz.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXALNRdu0vl2i_s_NrAt_9yShTlYWiYAHEf-BU35K1OjLGJy-ZIZgNB06eNmFksPx0VZHi-poOuJzHu9X7msu0cuc6gxl3Nm4yw2iMfCkJG0x7EboeFnqRpdfUR12HMrjjRD4r52iWDqMe/s1600-h/Gram%2520and%2520the%2520Brennan%2520Girls%2520at%2520Santa%2520Cruz.jpg"></a></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXALNRdu0vl2i_s_NrAt_9yShTlYWiYAHEf-BU35K1OjLGJy-ZIZgNB06eNmFksPx0VZHi-poOuJzHu9X7msu0cuc6gxl3Nm4yw2iMfCkJG0x7EboeFnqRpdfUR12HMrjjRD4r52iWDqMe/s1600-h/Gram%2520and%2520the%2520Brennan%2520Girls%2520at%2520Santa%2520Cruz.jpg"></a></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>They were happy young students with</em><br /><em>great expectations...</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp30pGPoHHPmQaKkVUmYLqtHSWLG2l8dMtm9rG-5a7JIkivhFeymH2OJ0zJLaQfkSeAVSZBHkI2sHHS6txPpLVh7dcTS25tfnnC74ucJ4KMDlrpHKLKu5gXO7vCSKR8ICP1220KaHtka7M/s1600-h/mothermaypstroll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358849358244182306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp30pGPoHHPmQaKkVUmYLqtHSWLG2l8dMtm9rG-5a7JIkivhFeymH2OJ0zJLaQfkSeAVSZBHkI2sHHS6txPpLVh7dcTS25tfnnC74ucJ4KMDlrpHKLKu5gXO7vCSKR8ICP1220KaHtka7M/s320/mothermaypstroll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Then they started in life, they had a lot of responsibilities.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>They had good times,</em><br /><br /><em>They had bad times,</em><br /><br /><em>But they forgot that, time flies...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhvCYGROXYe3uiLIsXw-UjcE4Ku8IEBsfyFHRLSAKaWRn1X_EiPdeW2UHWoPasdakpSEq6DHteCdjCVgabhf9gQiDxAAlfJF82qtV73WKEkdHTCeJmwZcTbTKLKwg3r7t18qhh5enXjnm/s1600-h/HR-OldCoupleMatch2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358851150808191282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhvCYGROXYe3uiLIsXw-UjcE4Ku8IEBsfyFHRLSAKaWRn1X_EiPdeW2UHWoPasdakpSEq6DHteCdjCVgabhf9gQiDxAAlfJF82qtV73WKEkdHTCeJmwZcTbTKLKwg3r7t18qhh5enXjnm/s320/HR-OldCoupleMatch2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Time flies for all of us...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>If you like old photos (like me) and you want to have a black and white memory, you can visit Grandpa's old time photo-costume photography in Julian, a quaint mountain town about an hour away from San Diego.</em><br /><br /><br /><em></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnXdsWa5MvMXxsmlEvPuhQty0AngFg78WRK6rgHtH4rObgIcYQK9VYxicOxcmCS3meuWOIbgKGZxfrShleAybkLLPW9TjqfX3INH84IalZj32M-MNcxk9sgQa05Wm96d8by3TRTrSWR1o/s1600-h/5655_120996207336_725002336_2674854_7761697_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358853667495624258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnXdsWa5MvMXxsmlEvPuhQty0AngFg78WRK6rgHtH4rObgIcYQK9VYxicOxcmCS3meuWOIbgKGZxfrShleAybkLLPW9TjqfX3INH84IalZj32M-MNcxk9sgQa05Wm96d8by3TRTrSWR1o/s320/5655_120996207336_725002336_2674854_7761697_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Your black and white photo will save the time,</em><br /><em>You pass through,</em><br /><em>For you...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><a 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Yes, you are right, we are in my childhood now.</em><br /><br /><br /><em>I think, I was interested in old days when I was a child too. But I mean, very very old days...</em><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756689059326914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41e1KDqEfj6NtI6IksT6TzEK7UaGtzkwPnW4oanNqxznkzOA-9a8_JajdGr2xi-sOKO4uUAPh27MY-5acQppUqEXCmBhZANuyDYlKY0PW4ITnn21TUtVvm1OTiGhfvKklUUk-aFzvcf_b/s320/the-flintstones.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><em>The Flintstones, Yabba dabba doo...</em><br /><br /><em>They are a modern stoneage family, from the town Bedrock</em><br /><br /><em>They are a page right out of history... </em><br /><br /><em>Ok, if you didn't like the prehistoric times, we are moving into another time period now.</em><em><br /></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>We are in a futuristic utopia in the year 2062. Did you meet with George Jetson? His boy Elroy, daughter Judy, Jane his wife...</em><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759852180434562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMGMYvfVxUGWHjj5OQlLOWgipyGf0fckt7JtoXPXf6sW35k12zBDlTgi7Z8rZnQeHo6zeNhbCTs02spZ41rf6V-EIhIuCSevD8QzMM1G9LBoZQPwF6wQC3JKemcDIAoKO1Vo7GEXCDEn1/s320/jetsons.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><em>They are Jetsons.</em><br /></p><br /><p><em>I was thinking that our house will be in the sky, my car will be a bag when I reach my office, machines will do the working and we will have our breakfast, lunch and dinner with small tiny pills in the future...</em><br /></p><br /><p><em>I really liked these guys but they lied to us. At the same time, in the late 80s, another television program was trying to show the realities of life to children. It was Sesame Streeet..</em><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgSTfVyrQkmdHFKyQYj-5sLAsa23dZbhC8fcfiAdZ2hTyJLazqZrCSP6x2Cq9p03fiNNFYSF3m_1lqc9klyg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p><em>Yes, we are between. Ok, maybe we are not between two monsters but you know what I mean..</em></p><p><em>We are between two choices, maybe we are between two loves or we are between two cities..</em></p><p><em>I am between too, between yesterday and today...</em></p><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><p></p>Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12423826284466295739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5782930806415634246.post-6171319487573652372009-07-15T00:30:00.000-07:002009-07-15T02:34:35.704-07:00Nostalgia<em>Sometimes I feel that I don't belong this time... I miss the times that I can remember, also, I miss the times that I've never lived. I have a vintage soul that thinks "oldies are goldies". If you have the same soul with me, let's start a trip through time to the old days...</em>Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12423826284466295739noreply@blogger.com0