<?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-14702116</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:50.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Four noble truth</title><subtitle type='html'>Little did she know...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-2403731787278573625</id><published>2008-10-03T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:12:13.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es el dia anterior al comienzo de mi cambio de vida. Lo quiero ver asi, necesito verlo asi. Y asi sera. Una parde de mi se conduce solo por la sed de venganza y se que no esta bien, pero si es el catalizador para un buen fin, y si como dicen la venganza es dulce, y  la mejor venganza es vivir bien!!! Entonces Bienvenida seas venganza!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2403731787278573625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=2403731787278573625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/2403731787278573625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/2403731787278573625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-3745157467410117909</id><published>2008-09-03T13:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:28:22.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>too little too late...too good</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday/1.15 am. I just finished working on my paper...when I say "finished" I mean for the day only!Some minutes later a new chat log window appears on my screen, a strange user, or at least a user address I don't recall.Its someone from my immediate past, from two months ago to be accurate.Unexpected things were said on his part. Things out of place, out of time...surely out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3745157467410117909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=3745157467410117909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3745157467410117909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3745157467410117909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-little-too-latetoo-good.html' title='too little too late...too good'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-4864329175396958111</id><published>2008-08-27T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:06:10.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The "dating" game 1.2</title><summary type='text'>I haven't seen N. Ratched since my Bday. He kept texting me, not so often and affective as in the beginning, but he did...(his big mistake). I wish he could just do what he did in the case of the "shoes girl". Then, I started texting him. My mistake, I know! I even dared to have a talk on msn, --right, how cheap is that?--about "what's going on?" hahahaha... Another Big mistake!Why we women are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4864329175396958111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=4864329175396958111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/4864329175396958111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/4864329175396958111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-game-12.html' title='The &quot;dating&quot; game 1.2'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-7896096641120861938</id><published>2008-08-26T13:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:06:42.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer me encontré</title><summary type='text'>Ayer me topé con un libro electrónico que hace referencia a un escrito mio de hace 12 años. Me empece a leer, y creo no me pude reconocer del todo. Encontre a una Meiko inocente, ansiosa por expresarse y ávida de vivir sin miedos. La Meiko de ahora claro que también me gusta, pero si que extraño toda esa inocencia, sobre todo esas ganas de intentarlo todo sin miedos, sin analizarlo todo y tanto..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7896096641120861938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=7896096641120861938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/7896096641120861938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/7896096641120861938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ayer-me-encontr.html' title='Ayer me encontré'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-3766086492597440965</id><published>2008-08-26T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:02:20.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The "dating" game 1.1</title><summary type='text'>I had many options on the "dating" site, but didn't feel like giving it a try... besides my mami linda was here and we were leaving for Paris... and I had to enjoy that as much as I had to deal with my past's ghosts that lived in Paris...But somehow, I accepted another invitation. Didn't I just have enough? So, this second guy, that I wont even say his name...lets call him N. Ratched, and I had a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3766086492597440965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=3766086492597440965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3766086492597440965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3766086492597440965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-game-11.html' title='The &quot;dating&quot; game 1.1'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-6618199852309854034</id><published>2008-08-25T11:01:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:00:47.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The "dating" game 1.0</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written anything here in a long time...I've been unwell, emotionally unwell, then it actually became physical. Now Im feeling good, so good I want to write a little piece here.Here goes what I've been up to:I don't know why but I followed my friend's advice (what were you thinking German?) of signing in one of those "match" and "date" online sites...Oh what was I thinking? I was new to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6618199852309854034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=6618199852309854034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/6618199852309854034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/6618199852309854034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-game.html' title='The &quot;dating&quot; game 1.0'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-3579073325107258751</id><published>2007-12-30T07:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:28:05.198Z</updated><title type='text'>2008 resolutions</title><summary type='text'>This is my list of 2008 resolutions (I know some of them are not realistic enough)20. the kgs I must loose before becoming 31... (its actually 15, but an extra is always good)01. Complete my PhD with a great research.02. Get a fulfilling and/or well-paid job03. Fall in love again, or for the very first time (that, I dont know yet...until it happens or not...hahaha)04. Have my parents (family) to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3579073325107258751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=3579073325107258751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3579073325107258751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/3579073325107258751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008-resolutions.html' title='2008 resolutions'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-8167966127053465496</id><published>2007-12-30T06:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:08:15.292Z</updated><title type='text'>será la navidad...?</title><summary type='text'>Muchas de las últimas navidades las pase fuera de casa, aunque estas dos mas recientes he estado en Los Mochis, mi ciudad natal. Me gusta Mochis y a la vez ya no lo siento tan mío...pero es que pensandolo bien en este momento ninguna ciudad la siento "tan mía". Ademas, con la navidad desde que soy adulta me pasa que no me gusta tanto, era mas ilusion cuando era pequeña y como que todo era magia y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8167966127053465496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=8167966127053465496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/8167966127053465496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/8167966127053465496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/12/ser-la-navidad.html' title='será la navidad...?'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-5673431379423646430</id><published>2007-08-31T06:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:17:22.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>este momento se llama VACIO</title><summary type='text'>...y sólo espero que pase pronto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5673431379423646430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=5673431379423646430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/5673431379423646430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/5673431379423646430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/08/este-momento-se-llama-vacio.html' title='este momento se llama VACIO'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-98215059495889409</id><published>2007-06-27T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:29:24.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the AIR port!</title><summary type='text'>Im in my way home since 3 days ago. Everything started at 6 am at the hotel room in Manhattan...I got to Laguardia at 8.30am and stayed there all day long. This airport really sucks by the way, is small, dirty and boring... bloody boring!!!All the AA flights were overbook thus the stand by list was unbelievably near the 200 people... I started at number 47, and go thru number 21... and kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/98215059495889409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=98215059495889409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/98215059495889409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/98215059495889409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/06/living-in-air-port.html' title='Living in the AIR port!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-4680672882368082009</id><published>2007-06-07T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:08:07.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renuncias anticipadas</title><summary type='text'>Los ultimos dias he estado triste y llorona, por cosas tan triviales como el amor de pareja... y digo triviales porque por lo que yo lloro es por una cosa inexistente que yo insisto en llamar amor de pareja...o no se realmente ya, si lloro por decepcion, por dolor, por coraje conmigo misma .. o todas las anteriores juntas...De cualquier modo mi llanto, incluso el de anoche ya no es o paso a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4680672882368082009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=4680672882368082009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/4680672882368082009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/4680672882368082009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/06/renuncias-anticipadas.html' title='Renuncias anticipadas'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-7422492929787126313</id><published>2007-04-16T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:42:47.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no quiero ser drama queen!</title><summary type='text'>Regresé el miercoles 12 de visitar a Marielito en Bilbao, ahh que semana tan bonita, que maravilla de compañeros de casa y que delicia de comida!! Estuvo chidooooo lidoooo!! Fue una semana que si me desconecte de internet...Si.. estuve sin internet una semana, solo cheque mi mail una vez, fueron si acaso 10 min online, eso es record para mi. También me fue fácil, dado que estaba entre pura gente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7422492929787126313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=7422492929787126313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/7422492929787126313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/7422492929787126313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/04/ya-no-quiero-ser-drama-queen.html' title='Ya no quiero ser drama queen!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-6123538519163061201</id><published>2007-03-08T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:16:49.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Esto no es un simulacro, o si?</title><summary type='text'>El Martes 6 de 2007 murio Jean Baudrillard. Para ser sincera nunca lo he leido directamente sino he leido las "lecturas" que han hecho otros sobre sus ideas. Ademas, recien me entero de su fallecimiento y me impacta porque mi lecture de mañana es sobre él y sus teorias postmodernistas. Pues bien, he decido cambiar un poco mi clase y hacerle mayor tributo.La trama de The Matrix está basada en las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6123538519163061201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=6123538519163061201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/6123538519163061201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/6123538519163061201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/03/esto-no-es-un-simulacro-o-si.html' title='Esto no es un simulacro, o si?'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXJr7zcM79w/RfAVURCdZLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/r1s2yB8R8HY/s72-c/phd100699s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-781663161559459044</id><published>2007-03-04T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:16:49.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Long Distance Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Aunque habia dicho que no volvería a estar en una relación a larga distancia, pues de nuevo estoy en otra.Me identifiqué con cecilia desde el primer dia que lei un comic donde ella era la protagonista, pero el comic de hoy me llegó!Es super dificil esto de las long distance relationships, si estando a un lado de la persona hay problemitas y todo es incierto, imaginen una LDR. Aunque hay casos que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/781663161559459044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=781663161559459044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/781663161559459044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/781663161559459044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/03/ldr.html' title='Joys of Long Distance Relationships'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXJr7zcM79w/Res2Fu-YODI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IP8DSfk7Bx8/s72-c/LDR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-688379040212029213</id><published>2007-02-25T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:54:52.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator Superstar II</title><summary type='text'>Pues otra vez con este sentimiento extraño de no encontrarme "agusto". Hace tres semanas supe que mi deadline era el 28 de febrero, y los que me conocen sabrán lo "dedicada" que soy para esto de mi research, pero algo pasa, algo falta o sobra!Lo que sucede es que me la paso leyendo... y digo "nomas este -libro-paper- y ya", pero así se van uno tras de otro y no paro, o más bien no empiezo. Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/688379040212029213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=688379040212029213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/688379040212029213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/688379040212029213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/procrastinator-superstar-ii.html' title='Procrastinator Superstar II'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-802324584331828752</id><published>2007-02-24T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:16:50.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Razones para quererte!</title><summary type='text'>Uno decide a quien querer? Uno decide de quien enamorarse? o si sera un impulso incontrolable? Si es lo primero, dame razones para quererte...http://www.myspace.com/meikoEscuchen la rola!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/802324584331828752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=802324584331828752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/802324584331828752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/802324584331828752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/razones-para-quererte.html' title='Razones para quererte!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXJr7zcM79w/ReBRngYUfJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ky47TWysIBY/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-115098372393164045</id><published>2006-06-22T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:42:03.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 479</title><summary type='text'>The truth is that I was never willing to trust you completely "again". After that time...which I think was the very first time...and see? I´m not even sure about it. When it comes to you and faitfulness nothing is for sure...but I can say that´s actually the only thing for sure!People are humans, capable of making mistakes, and everyone is innocent until is proven guilty. However, people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115098372393164045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=115098372393164045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/115098372393164045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/115098372393164045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-479.html' title='DAY 479'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-114857829375453609</id><published>2006-05-25T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:53:23.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruza el amor, yo cruzaré los dedos...</title><summary type='text'>Adorable puente, si estabas ahí cuando más te necesitaba es porque así tenía que ser. Y ahora en la distancia no te "necesito", únicamente te quiero ahí para mi. Lo que viene es incierto, es tal vez algo que no vendrá, es tal vez sólo un pasado hermoso... pero el sentimiento, ese sentimiento tan vivo me reafirma lo mucho que tengo para dar. Gracias por venir adorable puente...Tan sólo una idea, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/114857829375453609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=114857829375453609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/114857829375453609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/114857829375453609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2006/05/cruza-el-amor-yo-cruzar-los-dedos.html' title='Cruza el amor, yo cruzaré los dedos...'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-114851729341896216</id><published>2006-05-24T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:16:21.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOVE LETTER</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry for offering you my confusion, I am sorry for ruining our trip to Paris, I am sorry for the unavoidable melodrama of it. I don´t think I will cry again as much as I did  aboard that miserable airplane, or be so torn by my emotions. You were so sweet to me, that´s what made me cry all the more, other would have told me to go to hell, but you didn´t, and that´s what made it so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/114851729341896216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=114851729341896216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/114851729341896216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/114851729341896216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-letter.html' title='A LOVE LETTER'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-113872051557657006</id><published>2006-01-31T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:15:15.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz año del perro!</title><summary type='text'>Como soy medio oriental, pues programe anticipadamente comenzar hoy mi blog del 2006: el ultimo dia de celebracion del año nuevo Chino, el año del perro! Pero espero que este 2006 sea "del perro" en el sentido mas asiatico posible, y no en el sentido occidental...La verdad, siendo sincera este es un super mal momento para escribir, sin embargo tratare de tomarlo como terapia. Me llamo Meiko y soy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/113872051557657006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=113872051557657006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113872051557657006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113872051557657006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2006/01/feliz-ao-del-perro.html' title='Feliz año del perro!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-113331843986591249</id><published>2005-11-30T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:57:34.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator Superstar!!</title><summary type='text'>Procrastinator Superstar!! Yeah.. that's me, indeed! Lately it is all about not doing things and just finding excuses to put aside my papers and my assignments. Well, I'm doing my readings, both academic and relaxing. Actually, I've just finished reading The Da Vinci Code. Didn't like the end, I got to say, but I'm really looking forward to watching the movie, not cause I liked the book that much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/113331843986591249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=113331843986591249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113331843986591249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113331843986591249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastinator-superstar.html' title='Procrastinator Superstar!!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-113137590520940642</id><published>2005-11-07T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:50:50.203Z</updated><title type='text'>sexy-sexy trip!</title><summary type='text'>I'm back to my blog, after couple of weeks without writing. I did have many things to write about, but so little time.Well, I have to tell you about my trip to Isle Of Skye Awesome, I just loved it! We had a tour guide, sexy-sexy indeed and very funny!! Inside the bus we had 2 rules: 1. not snogging, and  2. not farting...the second rule is absolutely mandatory since it's really rude to fart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/113137590520940642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=113137590520940642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113137590520940642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/113137590520940642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/11/sexy-sexy-trip.html' title='sexy-sexy trip!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112975277740728357</id><published>2005-10-19T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:31:19.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser cineasta!</title><summary type='text'>Hoy recordé aquel mi sueño que tenía de ser cineasta, y también recordé mi primer research paper formal en inglés que hice--a los 17 años-- titulado Woman in Director`s chair...ahora que lo pienso desde ahí ya me venía mi enamoramiento con el academic research, que curioso verdad? Todavíá guardo ese paper, creo que es de lo mejor que he hecho hasta ahora! Pero bueno me acorde de mi sueño y del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112975277740728357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112975277740728357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112975277740728357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112975277740728357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/quiero-ser-cineasta.html' title='Quiero ser cineasta!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112965070373903593</id><published>2005-10-18T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:55:45.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>busco lectura de descanso!</title><summary type='text'>Resulta que ahora estamos leyendo en mi clase de Social Theory a Durkheim, Marx, Weber, y mas contemporaneos Elias, Castells y Williams, "mentalmente" me canso saben? y quiero una lectura de descanso de esas cosas medio densas, para el sano equilibrio mental. Como la dra barrios esta leyendo el Codigo Da vinci, pues yo creo si me lo compro para luego comentarlo! Bienvenidas las sugerencias!Notan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112965070373903593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112965070373903593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112965070373903593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112965070373903593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/busco-lectura-de-descanso.html' title='busco lectura de descanso!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112947412638362759</id><published>2005-10-16T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:48:46.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tal y como son las cosas!</title><summary type='text'>Ayer volvió mi don, y como las mujeres somos las de la intuición, pues esta vez me escuché  y mejor aún, me hice caso!! Y claro nunca sabre si fue con el afan de ser "mala gente" como dice la cancion de Juanes, o tal vez es "nomás lo que es" como dice la Tapia. Arbol que crece torcido, jamas su tronco endereza....as they say: if they fool you once is their fool, if they fool you twice is your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112947412638362759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112947412638362759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112947412638362759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112947412638362759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/tal-y-como-son-las-cosas.html' title='tal y como son las cosas!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112942214952627635</id><published>2005-10-16T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:29:18.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>breaks del paper!</title><summary type='text'>Ya supe de cierto lo que vine a hacer a Glasgow: All saturday afternoon it's been phd work &amp; readings, así que me he dado la libertad de tomarme pequeños descansitos...El primer break fue la agradable plática con Massuda, la otra flatie alemana de origen afgano, me cae super bien esta chava. Nina desde el principio decidio no hacer "amistad" con ella, que porque es muy girly!! Pero luego deberían</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112942214952627635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112942214952627635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112942214952627635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112942214952627635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaks-del-paper.html' title='breaks del paper!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112920104617845463</id><published>2005-10-13T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:36:08.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>writer's block</title><summary type='text'>Tengo lo que se llama un "writer's block" y se siente horrible. Hoy dia esta extragniamente bonito: soleado! es para estar afuera disfrutandolo en vez de estar aqui en mi oficina solo pensando en la cosas que tengo que hacer, pero sin hacer nada realmente. Suerte que ya voy regularmente a mis clases en el gym, igual asi ya se me oxigena el cerebro, porque el caminar-caminar ya era algo mas por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112920104617845463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112920104617845463&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112920104617845463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112920104617845463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/writers-block.html' title='writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112898809257257040</id><published>2005-10-10T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:31:41.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subo lomita, bajo lomita!</title><summary type='text'>No tienen idea lo difícil que es abrir una cuenta bancaria en UK. Ya había escuchado historias bizarras sobre ello, pero ahora que viví la experiencia...aún estoy traumatizada!La semana pasada por fin tuve un tiempo libre y fui al Royal Bank of Scotland. Hay varios bancos, pero pues estás en Escocia, y el nombre ese suena super chido no? Para abrir una cuenta de estudiante me dijeron que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112898809257257040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112898809257257040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112898809257257040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112898809257257040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/subo-lomita-bajo-lomita.html' title='Subo lomita, bajo lomita!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112898534889770170</id><published>2005-10-09T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:02:28.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Mexicana!</title><summary type='text'>La "burrito party" estuvo genial! Claro que fue todo una odisea cocinar. Suerte que lo pensé bien y no me puse a hacer las tortillas como les había dicho que haría; de haberlo hecho ahi seguiria todavía. Ya saben que realmente no me gusta cocinar mas que para las personas y las ocasiones especiales, pero esta era una ocasión especial. Esta fue la primera vez que hacia un arroz a la mexicana, la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112898534889770170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112898534889770170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112898534889770170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112898534889770170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/fiesta-mexicana.html' title='Fiesta Mexicana!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112837413691585643</id><published>2005-10-03T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:52:17.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio de clases!</title><summary type='text'>Hoy iniciaron mis clases! Resultó que andaba medio "perdida", sino es porque me encuentro a Ian, pues no me entero que mi clase de métodos es los lunes y no los martes como yo creía. Despiste total! y yo que había planeado ir a ver la proyección gratis de un documental.Mi clase de hoy es la de métodos cuantitativos. Vimos estadística, y la verdad son cosas que ya he visto infinidad de veces, pero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112837413691585643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112837413691585643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112837413691585643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112837413691585643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/inicio-de-clases.html' title='Inicio de clases!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112812022250280711</id><published>2005-09-30T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:43:42.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a mobile...and also a phd student life!</title><summary type='text'>El jueves intenté por tercera vez que me desbloquearan mi nokia 3220A. El lugar está en la Central Station y es de un pakistaní (bueno, aquí estoy asumiendo que lo es...I didn't ask where he is from). En menos de 5 minutos me lo tuvo listo, y luego super feliz me fui a mi cel network favorito: vodafone y obtuve una sim card. No la instale inmediatamente, sino 5 hrs después cuando llegue a mi flat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112812022250280711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112812022250280711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112812022250280711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112812022250280711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-mobileand-also-phd-student-life.html' title='I got a mobile...and also a phd student life!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112803407833249046</id><published>2005-09-29T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:59:55.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caminar y caminar</title><summary type='text'>De repente me di cuenta que no he parado de caminar y caminar desde que llegué a Glasgow, y de cargar bolsas de mandado (porque les aseguro que no he hecho shopping del que acostumbro) y entonces me dije hoy: pues bueno, perfecto así no tendrás que pagar la membresía a las instalaciones deportivas de la uni (el tec no las cobra porque ya seria demasiado no? despues de tanta cara colegiatura). De </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112803407833249046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112803407833249046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112803407833249046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112803407833249046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/caminar-y-caminar.html' title='caminar y caminar'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112786608587044348</id><published>2005-09-28T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:16:35.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uisge beatha</title><summary type='text'>Anoche ya por vez primera "disfrute" realmente del "uisge beatha", water of life en escosés. Un whisky deli-deli! Fuimos con mi flatmate Nina, Andrew y un chico austriaco, cuyo nombre no se escribir ni pronunicar tampoco, pequeños detalles. La velada a la Scottish estuvo super divertida. Hablamos de política, de los aztecas, de los alemanes, de los partidos nazis, de las peliculas de Quentin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112786608587044348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112786608587044348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112786608587044348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112786608587044348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/uisge-beatha.html' title='Uisge beatha'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112773960662300117</id><published>2005-09-26T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:03:29.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas sueltas</title><summary type='text'>Afuera llueve, es de esa lluvia que casi no se siente pero bien que te mojas si te confias.Me han pedido que escriba un articulo para una revista...y no me he comenzado ni el outline. Solo me ha dado por escribir en este mi blog. No es tristeza lo que tengo, porque me conozco muy bien. Lo que sucede es que me siento perdida aun en esta ciudad, como que no encuentro lo mio, y como las clases no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112773960662300117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112773960662300117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112773960662300117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112773960662300117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/ideas-sueltas.html' title='Ideas sueltas'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112769832463593829</id><published>2005-09-25T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:07:19.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started!</title><summary type='text'>Mañana a las 930 cumpliré una semana de estar en Glasgow.¿Que como ha sido? Para no hacerles la never ending story, aqui va resumido:Quien subio mis pesadas maletas hasta el 4to piso?: CrisFlatmates: 3, una alemana-iraníe, una china, y una mix de egipcia con algo pero que se crio en Escocia entonces habla asi toda escocesa.Dias de insomnio: 2Dias que he querido quedarme despierta hasta tarde a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112769832463593829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112769832463593829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112769832463593829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112769832463593829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-started.html' title='Getting started!'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112769432264132071</id><published>2005-09-21T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:25:22.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Landing</title><summary type='text'>Ya estoy en las highlands Escocesas!!Todo ha resultado super bien desde que llegue al aeropuerto deGlasgow... bueno desde el vuelo...Para que se rian (ahora si es de risa, but I did freak out)En el vuelo de dallas-chicago no cupo mi carry on  y lo pasaron abajocon el resto de mi equipaje...hasta ahi todo bien! en chicago tuve quesalir al baggage claim para recoger mi maletica.. y pues solo tenia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112769432264132071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112769432264132071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112769432264132071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112769432264132071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/landing.html' title='Landing'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112700582492132207</id><published>2005-09-18T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T02:10:24.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El viaje</title><summary type='text'>Estoy en Dallas TX, en la computadora de mi hermana y aqui no veo como poner acentos ni enies..jajaja!! Tenia mucho de no escribir aqui y me han pasado bastantes cosas, todas cosas lindas, cual debe!! Lo de hoy dia es que finalmente I'm in my way to Glasgow!! originalmente partia el 16 de septiembre, luego cambio la fecha al 14, luego al 15, luego al 17...y finalmente vine saliedo de mty el 16. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112700582492132207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112700582492132207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/el-viaje.html' title='El viaje'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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-14702116.post-112529333806748718</id><published>2005-08-29T06:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:19:00.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraños que se encuentran</title><summary type='text'>Dos almas se encuentran, conversan en la sombra cobijandose con una luna complice. Sus voces se cruzan entre delgadas paredes de cristal. Tomas su mano de pan y aún se distingue el perfume de sus labios etéreos.Hoy está, mañana no. Pero esta noche es, como los amantes: eternos, furtivos._____Esta noche lo recordé todo... y me dieron unas ganas tremendas de plasmarlo aquí. Y sin pensarlo pasó ya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112529333806748718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112529333806748718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112529333806748718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112529333806748718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/08/extraos-que-se-encuentran.html' title='Extraños que se encuentran'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112490970372798413</id><published>2005-08-24T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:55:03.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112490970372798413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112490970372798413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112490970372798413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112490970372798413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/08/mes.html' title=''/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112282053378671118</id><published>2005-07-31T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:27:34.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El dilema a la "japonesa"</title><summary type='text'>El destino tiene caminos misteriosos, pero uno debe elegir. Ese ha sido siempre mi dilema: la elección. Soy muy impulsiva para ciertas cosas, pero a la vez tengo este delirio por analizar tanto... Tengo 4 años buscando una beca para el Japón, la tierra de mi abuelo, de mis raíces, y el tema que siempre sale a colocación cuando la gente no entiende mi nombre y tengo que explicarles. Por eso, Jápón</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112282053378671118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112282053378671118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112282053378671118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112282053378671118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/07/el-dilema-la-japonesa.html' title='El dilema a la &quot;japonesa&quot;'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14702116.post-112197863295935201</id><published>2005-07-21T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:27:50.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El Regreso</title><summary type='text'>El martes (19 de Julio) fue bastante extraño. Una combinación de emociones que empezaron al despertar aún en Washington. Aún ese día, y a pesar de que Jessi y Audy saben de mi delirio o casi enfermedad por el shopping, fuimos al old town. Mis maletas (porque deben saber, y los que me conocen lo saben bien, que fui con una y regrese con otra extra) estaban ya casi llenas, mas bien re-llenas, pero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112197863295935201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14702116&amp;postID=112197863295935201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112197863295935201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14702116/posts/default/112197863295935201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fournobletruth.blogspot.com/2005/07/el-regreso.html' title='El Regreso'/><author><name>niña brillante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444016249347063294</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
