<?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-3199302</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:16:38.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where nothing is absolute truth</title><subtitle type='html'>Exilio.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-84767076</id><published>2002-11-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T08:04:45.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He vuelto. Hace millones de años que no me dignaba a pasar por este lugar. ¿Habré olvidado lo que es la comunicación?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noticias frescas: pidieron que codeara la página que servirá de anuario para mi curso; terminé el colegio; quedan 27 días para la maldita PAA. En fin, lavida corre por mis sórdidos dedos y espero una noticia que me salve por unos seis años más. En un segundo todo se vuelve patético según mis ojos de niño obligado a crecer, solo para hundirme en la corriente moderna. Eso es felicidad según los dormidos afirman... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; No quiero volverme recurrente y destacable por ello; necesito una alegría aun cuando ésta se pasajera/efímera/dudosa/reciente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-84767076?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/84767076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/84767076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84767076' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-80321390</id><published>2002-08-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T08:27:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detesto eso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-80321390?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/80321390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/80321390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80321390' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-79909814</id><published>2002-08-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T15:19:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invariablemente, no me siento bien. He pasado los últimos minutos revisando unos logs de conversaciones por irc. Es todo lo que me queda.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera mandar un saludo para Mr. Sagnarelle, por escucharme y a Mr. Yasuo tb.&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a lo inicial, dudo que alguien lea este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace algunas semanas, empecé a asistir a un sicólogo. Ya se me diagnosticó depresión y angustia, debo decir que no tenía idea de la depresión, nunca pensé que tendría una; en serio. Se que estoy angustiado, por ello empecé a ir al sicólogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es divertido hablar sobre la vida personal en un espacio completamente público. No quiero que alguien se apiade de mi, solo quiero desahogarme y así sentirme un poco mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso a todos lo que leen, hasta luego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-79909814?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/79909814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/79909814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79909814' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-78148916</id><published>2002-06-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:29:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-78148916?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/78148916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/78148916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78148916' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-78148838</id><published>2002-06-24T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:27:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer un reconocimiento a cna-puna; gracias a que ella me abrió los ojos, ahora sé que NO esperar de una persona. Tal como ella dijo, aprendí. Nunca más diré la verdad, no ven que eso es chantaje emocional? prácticamente obligué a que saliera conmigo y es MI problema si ella cae con mis "ridiculeses". Cómo no me di cuenta antes?&lt;br /&gt;Jamás... La sinceridad debe estar penada por la ley. Gracias de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes había pensado que yo podía ser tan maligno y manipulador. Y si no está tu nombre real, es porque no puedo enfrentarte y para protegerte de las dos personas que ven este blog. Gracias, de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-78148838?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/78148838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/78148838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78148838' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-77940945</id><published>2002-06-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T10:22:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Buenos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Es la una de la tarde y, para variar, no he ido al colegio. Hoy es el cumpleaños de mi hno; alguna recompensa he de sacar de esto, cierto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me gustaría saber si alguien lee esto. Creo que en esta ocasión no me equivoco; ni un solo ser humano lee mi blog, caso aparte son los seres extraplanares... Drop me a line @ frobnitz@d3cod3.net .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lo siguente es un resumen de mis proyectos, algunos parecerán tontos, pero tienen su sentido propio. Esto lo hago a manera de recordatorio y que ustedes -quienes pasan por aquí- sepan qué he hecho; en otras palabras, sean mis jueces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -Dejar de causarle penas a los demás.&lt;br /&gt;  -Terminar el layout del blog de Bideru-chan.&lt;br /&gt;  -Pasarle el regalo a Iwakura.&lt;br /&gt;  -Pasarle slackware 8.1 a Yasuo/Takumi.&lt;br /&gt;  -Terminar mi tesis de castellano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Por el momento, esas. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-77940945?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/77940945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/77940945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77940945' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-75398103</id><published>2002-04-14T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T14:09:51.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El mundo fue y será una porquería, ya lo se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-75398103?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75398103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75398103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75398103' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-75397934</id><published>2002-04-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T14:03:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; He descubierto que asi es mejor, ideas claras y precisas (no necesariamente).&lt;br /&gt; Probablemente vuelva al otro idioma, ¿quién sabe?; talvez escriba en esperanto... Es lo de menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y,. por lo que más se quiera, que ella se joda. Me cansé de perder noches por ninguna o poca razón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-75397934?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75397934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75397934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75397934' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-75134609</id><published>2002-04-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T10:48:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;drool&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-75134609?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75134609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75134609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75134609' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-75134565</id><published>2002-04-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T10:45:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certainly no one reads this fscking blog. I don't care.  I'll continue to post my subconscious' mumblings, it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll improve the design, I haven't 'cuz it's not my priority; this, my last year of school, traps my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later, sayo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-75134565?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75134565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/75134565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75134565' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-10673222</id><published>2002-03-12T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T16:43:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; I'm going thru a month of changes and pseudo-introspection. I'm learning how to understand my very own psychic processes, a month ago I learned how to love &amp; it's great!&lt;br /&gt; I might look like a child now, but there're so many new things inside my pocket &amp; these eyes don't have enough bandwidth to feel the fastest changes suspended above my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-10673222?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10673222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10673222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10673222' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-10561893</id><published>2002-03-09T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T10:09:32.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; My room smells like sadness, although this is not as bad as it may seem to be.&lt;br /&gt; I hope someone reads this and tries to contact me, I really need to talk to someone about the things I don't like to explain. It is an urge to talk to a virtual being. A person I haven't met before. Maybe it is pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; IWBNI you could tore my limbs apart and defile my eyes. Don't you need some sort of punishment? I would like to be murdered now. Do you want my heart? From now on, it's yours, simple. But I need it fast and painless, indeed; and kiss me while I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-10561893?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10561893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10561893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10561893' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-10025160</id><published>2002-02-22T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T18:55:01.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Knuckle cracking*&lt;br /&gt;My mind ran out of credits...&lt;br /&gt;Can I use this space to show how I feel towards someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-10025160?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10025160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/10025160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10025160' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-7641777</id><published>2001-12-04T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T12:15:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  "Yes, I know him." &lt;br /&gt;  This simple phrase echoed through you mind and you don't care. You know this things are ridiculous. You just stare at those fabulous, white walls as if nothing had happened: so you rebember how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-7641777?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7641777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7641777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7641777' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-7641410</id><published>2001-12-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T12:01:10.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This thing looks like a depository of excuses, instead of a blog...&lt;br /&gt;But it happens I am on vacations, so I'll get things running (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-7641410?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7641410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7641410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7641410' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-7269588</id><published>2001-11-20T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T09:24:43.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! It was a hard week, but I ought to go on. The congress is over and it was painless, even grateful.&lt;br /&gt;This blog needs some major changes, I'll see what I can do. No more ideas. I'll be back a noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-7269588?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7269588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/7269588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7269588' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6975572</id><published>2001-11-08T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:47:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I beg your pardon, I had to leave yesterday before finishing that entry. It continues...&lt;br /&gt;*Set Lang = Spanish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba en lo de las historias oficiales. Los "DOCTOres" dijieron que pertenecían a una corriente vanguardista de historiadores, proponían la eliminación de las historias oficiales. (Antes dijieron que los pueblos que no solucionan sus problemas históricos sufren de neurosis *Chile*).&lt;br /&gt;Un alumno del famosísimo Instituto Nacional, preguntó si esto era viable: Los tipos dijieron que, si se hacía mal, podría transformarse en historia oficial de otro bando...&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Después del almuerzo, nos tocó dar nuestras apreciaciones sobre lo disertado anteriormente. TODOS llegamos a la misma conclusión, TENEMOS QUE SOLUCIONAR LOS PROBLEMAS DE LA EDUCACIÓN, antes que todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6975572?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6975572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6975572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6975572' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6947813</id><published>2001-11-07T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T12:48:40.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Set Lang = Spanish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Día segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acabo de salir de una ronda de discursos y gente famosa (Andrés "chico" Zaldívar y Mariana Alwin). Parlamentos comprometedores; Ojalá. (Miren, ando pidiendo favores a Alá) que estas den resultado.&lt;br /&gt; Me parece muy interesante que todavía piensen en el sueño bolivariano (Reza lo sigte: "Toda América debería ser una gran nación.) Me parece estupendo, soy un soñador metido en un bando de soñadores compulsivos! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ayer tuve un traspié (nada que ver con el congreso). La persona que me gusta(ba?) confesó su homosexualidad. DAMN! She was so fucking cute when she told me... Life sucks, love blows and I Crash &amp; Burn... Now I'm Just Fragging my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora nos toca, según el programa, un documental; según los humanos, Es turno de escuchar una charla sobre los "padres" de la pátria (de los países que lindan con Chile). &lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego: Sayo~!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt; 'Vuelto.  Ganó la voz humana, acabo de salir de la charla con el señor ese... Fue intesante, habló sobre San Martín y O'Higgins. &lt;br /&gt; En este momento, con viento fuerte, pasan al rededor mio unas peluzas blancas. Pasaría horas mirándolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Les mando la hoja de apuntes con el lucas mañana, pues tardaría horas en descifrarla! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;El documental se llamaba "Un epitafio de una guerra" -ojalá las ideologías y promesas que aqui se gesten, perduren-. Me creerías? estoy encontrando este congreso fructífero... Ojalá siga asi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El documental trataba de ese punto conflictivo que todavía crece en las relaciones con Perú y Bolivia: La guerra del pacífico. El sueño bolivariano, sería un camino tedioso y inaplicable a nuestra realidad actual (mejor sería hacer lo mismo que Europa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pablo, en cierto metraje del documental (dicho sea de paso, conozco al director: Hernán Dinamarca -Ex Mirista) mostraban como le enseñaban a los niños de los tres países y como, en cada país enseñaban una realidad diferente a sus "futuros". Se nos dijo hoy, que América debería tener una historia común; ahi entra un punto crucial en la mejora de las relaciones interaméricanas: Una buena Educación (Creo que te lo he mencionado...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; En algunos minutos toca almorzar y, luego, una charla sobre las "historias oficiales".&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;En lo que se refiere a lo de las historias oficiales. Los exponentes eran dos "DOCTOres" en historia (ex institutanos).&lt;br /&gt; La historia oficial es la historia que usan los distintos paises para reafirmar su patriotismo (y no son del todo verdaderas). Junto a las historias oficiales estan las historias "providenciales"; que son, ni más ni menos, las historias que involucran a un dios para los mismo efectos que persiguen las historias oficiales. (El docto habló sobre la biblia, como un ejemplo de historia providencialista. la Christel chisto en el acto)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6947813?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6947813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6947813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6947813' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6946937</id><published>2001-11-07T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T12:13:23.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  It starts RIGHT NOW!  (Note: this week I'm going to post an inform I've made to some friends, about a damn good congress I'm assisting... *Set Lang = Spanish*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Día Primero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hemos llegado (Javiera y yo) al complejo Saint George, a eso de las 8:45. Na da fuera de lo común, salvo el tamaño del recinto (por eso le llamé complejo).&lt;br /&gt; Luego, nos llevaron a la sala de CC. SS., que era una sala subterranea decorada con temas de diversas epocas de la historia humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Señores! miré el programa y tocaba "liturgia de bienvenida"...&lt;br /&gt;... Se han dado cuenta de la asombrosa capacidad cristiana que dicta sus normativas intrinsecas y les obliga a pedir perdon antes de hacer algo más?? - Pues bien, eso hicieron. una hora de perdón absoluto, solo palaba que se flagelaran en el acto! Christel pasó toda la duración de la liturgia diciendo que la biblia apóstolica romana estaba mal traducida (supiera ella todos los problemas que tiene... (la bibila)) y -*dios*- sacó SU biblia de la mochila (que estaba decorada con dibujitos y comentarios ABSURDOS!) y me mostró donde se ubicaban esas fallas de traducción... (ahi reafirmé mi teoria respecto a la "cuadradez" de los evangélicos): Sabes que si nosotros dos traducimos algo que está en inglés, dale por hecho que algunas palabras tendrán traducciones ligeramente diferentes (pero el significante permanece igual). Javiera estaba durmiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; El primer día no fue productivo, solo nos conocimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jya ne~~~&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6946937?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6946937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6946937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6946937' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6907169</id><published>2001-11-06T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T02:42:22.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; I slept fairly good, tho removed my "wearyness". The project starts today...&lt;br /&gt; Sayo~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6907169?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6907169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6907169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6907169' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6898003</id><published>2001-11-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T18:09:36.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;br /&gt;  Truth sometimes hurts. My reality is annoying. Praise her, "love" her and keep on hurting yoursefl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6898003?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6898003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6898003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6898003' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199302.post-6897485</id><published>2001-11-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T17:48:48.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Just bored. Nothing new. Well, Just someone.&lt;br /&gt;  Those who know me! Hear my soft writing and be prepared to get dirty, perverted and demoniac. If you don't want this to happen, SCRAM!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt; I want some kind of relief &lt;/b&gt;. Things are getting worse and I need to get my characters alive and kickn'. &lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow, more insanities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3199302-6897485?l=mu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6897485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199302/posts/default/6897485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6897485' title=''/><author><name>Runo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424728832554936242</uri><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></entry></feed>
