<?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-8727711</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:43.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Bug*-*Cultureel Onderlegd</title><subtitle type='html'>My own personal place to get crazy. Expect English, Spanish and occasional Italian and Dutch.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-113078473391105392</id><published>2005-10-31T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:52:13.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lena's life update</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, but you know, work and train... less and less time each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was very very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Mr Archer, V and I went to see this really great jazz concert. The band was among the ages of 17 and 20, so it was a huge surprise for me. The pianist is just virtous, you cannot say it otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we hit the club really early. I've been slacking lately and it showed when the string hit repeatedly my bow arm. Again. There goes the bruise and the pain... damn. But I should have seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we drove to La Plata (one hour away from Buenos Aires) to go shoot with the guys there. Actually, I wanted Oso (Bear) to check on my technique. We still don't have a coach at my club and it's getting harder for me. Mr Archer, Marian and all the other guys try to help me, but they all point different things and I get lost. I just want to listen to one person and that is it. On top of that, Mr Archer does want to help, but I refuse to let it so. It will take time from him and he has so little time to train himself that I don't want him to spend it (waste it) on me. He needs to shoot himself. Besides, I wanted to hang out with my gal Gaby, the best woman archer in Argentina and one of the best archer friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to shoot there and we had a great time. Bear checked out my technique and pointed a few things for me to work on. He also looked at Mr Archer's technique and told him that he's doing very very good, he only needs to shoot more. Which proved my point that I really really need to work on things on my own. I know I cannot make it to the National Team, I'm trying it anyway because that is how I am. Bue he has a pretty good chance to do it and I don't want to be in the way of that. He's told me million times he does not care spending time checking me out (in archery terms, get your minds out of the gutter), and I know he does not mind, but I do. I love him and I want him to do his best, and I'm gonna help him as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;We had a delicious time in La Plata and Sunday was spent all day at the club, again, this time working our separate ways. He went shoot his own life at 90m and 70m, while I worked on my back tension and release at 15m, 30m, 50m and later on joined him at 70m. It's incredible how much I improved just by changing a couple of things. My back is killing me, but that means I'm using the muscles I should use instead of the shoulder and elbow, which is bound to injure me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, it was some quality time for us. I managed, even if we got home at 10.30 PM on Saturday, to make him a high class chicken with champignons in 20 minutes. And Sunday we just hang out and talked tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough with the ramble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-113078473391105392?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/113078473391105392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/113078473391105392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/10/lenas-life-update.html' title='Lena&apos;s life update'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112912816403451871</id><published>2005-10-12T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:42:44.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back people and where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympic Academy was plain awesome. I met people from all over the country and they were all really cool. It was busy as hell (from 7.30 until midnight) but sooo worth it. We had lectures in the morning, group work in the afternoons, followed by some sport competitions (we sucked at voley but totally nailed the soccer championship). We ate like horses, 5 times a day, two courses plus desert meals. I've gained like 4 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;The only downside was that we were locked up in the place, so I was away from Mr Archer for 5 days... I missed him so much. We kept text messaging each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made it up when we spent the entire weekend together. We traveled to Mar del Plata for the First National Team Trials. It was my frist tournament at Senior Level, and well, at least I finished it. Scores are not important at this point for me, but let's just say it was not good. Nevertheless, I'm pumped up to keep on working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Archer, on the other hand, came home with the bronze medal... he's such a great archer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now... let me know how you're doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, I'm exhausted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112912816403451871?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112912816403451871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112912816403451871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112782994688434201</id><published>2005-09-27T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:05:46.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy these days. On top of working my butt off, I'm trying to train a little more. The 70m are making me work for it. I increased the limbs' weight and my back is now making me pay the bill for it. But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;A and I are doing really great. I'm nuts about this guy. And we've made it public among our archer circle of belongings onlyto find the "At last!!!" reply. Apparently, everyone saw it coming but us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm gonna be offline next week. I've been accepted in the Olympic Academy and I'm going to be gone for a week doing the workshop. It's a dream come true for me. I really wanted to do it. After that, I'm heading to Mar del Plata to shoot my first tournament at Senior level. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112782994688434201?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112782994688434201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112782994688434201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112721622489046631</id><published>2005-09-20T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:37:04.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Days</title><content type='html'>I had a delicious weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It combined my best friend showing up at my archery club, where we spent two and a half hours facing the sun, talking and catching up. &lt;br /&gt;Then I double dated and went to have pizza and the movies with M and M, and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;We saw "The Master Key" and I really like it. It was a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent in the club between arrows and chat. I really need to improve the weight of my bow to actually reach 70m, but I'm getting there and having tons of fun in the meantime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112721622489046631?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112721622489046631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112721622489046631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-days.html' title='Best Days'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112687460444479136</id><published>2005-09-16T09:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:43:24.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehersal</title><content type='html'>Guided tour is on Monday, rehersal is in 8 hours and I still have to finish this. &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention piles of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was busy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112687460444479136?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112687460444479136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112687460444479136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/rehersal.html' title='Rehersal'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112653085227997600</id><published>2005-09-12T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:14:12.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the play.... and what is my part?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elblai/1120501052_farerguide.jpg" border="0" alt="The Wayfarer Guide"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You Are The Wayfarer Guide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'll show you the way."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your deep insight and quick wisdom never ceases to&lt;br&gt;amaze those around you. You are the guiding&lt;br&gt;light for many of those you know and are not&lt;br&gt;afraid to help anyone else who asks. Not very&lt;br&gt;many acknowledge your tremendous help and&lt;br&gt;effort, but you do not mind that so much.&lt;br&gt;You've seen what is in store for them, and will&lt;br&gt;be there should they need your help. You enjoy&lt;br&gt;people in general, but are very selective of&lt;br&gt;who you let see the real you. Others see you as&lt;br&gt;an enigma of sorts, a mystery that is seemingly&lt;br&gt;ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elblai/quizzes/Which%20Classic%20Story%20Role%20Do%20You%20Play%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112653085227997600?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112653085227997600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112653085227997600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-play-and-what-is-my-part.html' title='What is the play.... and what is my part?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112627720602782241</id><published>2005-09-09T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:46:46.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowded</title><content type='html'>If there is something that I loath, is taking the subway at rush hour. &lt;br /&gt;You cannot move in there, as you struggle to keep your purse next to you, balance the folder you're carrying in the other hand and not die from suffocation because it's at least 10 degrees hotter than the winter that salutes you outside the metro.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, people that ask you to move so they can pass. Move where? Have you not noticed that I'm currently occupying 0.123456 Square meters and while I enjoy the ocassional groping, I'd rather have it at the comfort of my own couch and with a gentleman of my choice, not in the middle of a metro where I cannot start figuring which hand belongs to who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the reasons why I stay out of the metro at rush hour. Any other time it's great, like Sunday mornings that I can travel fast, comfortable and even read in it. But at rush hour, I'd rather walk... that way I can still breath somewhat fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, one more word, people: Soap. Try it, it does wonders for the skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112627720602782241?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112627720602782241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112627720602782241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/crowded.html' title='Crowded'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112596499786724520</id><published>2005-09-05T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:03:17.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei</title><content type='html'>I won't talk too much about last weekend tournament. Highlights were that I broke the 1000 points barrier and that the rest pretty much sucked. I don't have what it takes to be Team Captain, at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;But the heck with it... I'm just gonna put all my energy into making it to First Division. I have one month to manage to shoot at 70m and I will make it. Mark my words, I'm gonna do it by October 8th or leave my shoulder in the attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with grocery bags on Friday evening with my phone rings. It's S, she tells me she's at the German Film Festival and that they are showing a movie with Daniel Brühl on Monday. She said "I got you a ticket already". And she delivered it to me yesterday at the tournament, along with the programe that has this lovely pic of Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Daniel. Plain and simple. I saw him for the first time last year in "Love in Thoughts" and he just conquered my heart. Not only because he is drop dead gorgeus in that sort of way that is cute and hot at the same time, but because he is an amazing actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was "Goodbye Lenin!" where he nailed his part again. That kid can totally act. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just knew that today's movie was going to be great. It literally blew my mind. The idealism about revolution in the 21st Century, the topics it addressed, the dialogues, they all hit close to home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daniel was just freaking gorgeus, as usual. And a great performance, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it sucks that almost none of his movies make it Argentina, but at least I was able to see this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/Daniel%20Bruehl/4173b96041450.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, look at that... gorgeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112596499786724520?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112596499786724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112596499786724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/die-fetten-jahre-sind-vorbei.html' title='Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112558230096123040</id><published>2005-09-01T10:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:45:00.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City (of Buenos Aires)</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better to celebrate a friend's birthday than to go out and eat something. Especialle when said friends loves to eat as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as we celebrated Blonde V, Czech Goddess' Birthday, we hit the trendiest all you can eat place in Buenos Aires. Well, one would think that 4 ladies, with the spring approaching, would watch their diets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Again. We love to eat and we pay a tribute to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the conversation, priceless... we talked about everything and anything and by the end of the night, there was no archery comment that was not done with a second intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna stop smirking next time I hear "I like your Avalon (FYI, a bow's riser)" or "That is a long stabilization bar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, since I was not already always in the gutter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112558230096123040?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112558230096123040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112558230096123040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/09/sex-and-city-of-buenos-aires.html' title='Sex and the City (of Buenos Aires)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112548897972056453</id><published>2005-08-31T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:49:39.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And the votes are coming</title><content type='html'>My application to Hogwarts Elite was posted yesterday and I have to say I'm feeling pretty good. So far so good I got 3 Squib votes and it seems they're liking my app, which is always good because I definitely want to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guided tour I'm setting together for the Spanish Club in here is giving me a hard time since there is practically no information about the building. I hate the idea of only giving general info about Art Nouveau without really getting into specifics, but the specifics seemed to be nowhere to be found! Other than that, I think I might be able to pull this one off and keep some of my sanity (just some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with V yesterday, who sat there and listened to me rant about being the only girl among archers. He was nice and sweet about it, and as usual, his advice was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies with the Couch Girls Monday night. We had a little reunion session with "The Amytiville Horror" and lovely shirtless Ryan; followed by junk food and a 3 hour talk. Gotta love those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my shoulder is bothering me, but I think I might pull the 144 arrows of the tournament this weekend. I have to... Artemisa, goddess of archery, knows I'm too damn proud to back off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the updates for now. I'll check back with the vote counting later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112548897972056453?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112548897972056453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112548897972056453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-votes-are-coming.html' title='And the votes are coming'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112500057563411168</id><published>2005-08-25T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:09:35.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Winter Nights</title><content type='html'>Ups and downs this week. I overslept 3 days of this week, something is clearly wrong with my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, the meeting was a mess. I swear I had to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down and not run my mouth to some of those people.... argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we decided to go out with the girls and one boy (poor saint) to eat something and I had to say I had a delicious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how fun it was to discuss Eco and Dumas' books in the light of political philosophy. Men, I had forgotten how great it is to talk about my musketeers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be reminded of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112500057563411168?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112500057563411168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112500057563411168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/those-winter-nights.html' title='Those Winter Nights'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112449504375484950</id><published>2005-08-19T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:44:03.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of a girl...</title><content type='html'>... who one day woke up to find her world upside down. For no apparent reason, nothing seemed to fit the way it supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that used to be nice and easy, were now a source of angst without a clear justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl that is trying to find her center again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112449504375484950?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112449504375484950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112449504375484950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-story-of-girl.html' title='This is the story of a girl...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112424009356612227</id><published>2005-08-16T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:54:53.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronze</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hectic, it was exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals took all I had left... but it was worth it. I shoot my best at qualifications and I made it into the first 4 that got to shoot eliminations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, with 4 hours of sleep, I went there. I lost the first round because I was not focused enough, which left me fighting for bronze. And I won it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of it... I went there, I gave my best and I earned a medal that means a lot to me. It might be just bronze, but like a good old friend said "there are 3 places in the podium and you have to go through them all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Team Captain was hard... especially with some of the boys. And one thing was clear to me: sometimes, it's not easy to be the only archer girl in a club full of boys. Praises go to the other archer girls, that stood there by my side while I was shooting. They encouraged me and supported me and now I'm ready to speed up my training and join them at First Division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentally exhausted again... I'm tired and sore. But I'm happy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112424009356612227?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112424009356612227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112424009356612227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/bronze.html' title='Bronze'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112376579799652588</id><published>2005-08-11T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:09:58.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You think that I'm strong....</title><content type='html'>L. was here last night. She needed a place to crush before heading to lessons early this morning. And it was a huge bless to have her here. I've missed our talks. I know that we're both awfully busy with life, masters and all that jazz, but it was still nice to have her around like old times. I was telling her about A. and the date last week and I was able to say "Can you believe the timing of this?  5 years later, the big idiot!" and she totally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, then I drove her nuts with archery talk.... she really is a saint. After a very detailed description of the 11 hour tournament featuring 3 exes, I told her I was able to block all the ghosts from the past and just shoot. And that I nailed it, but that it had taken all that I have with me left. Then I told her "this damn strenght all people seem to think that I have".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me the way she always does when she is about to point a fact that is pretty much obvious to everyone but me and slowly said "You seem to have prove you're strong. Did you not hear the story you just told me? You stood there, blocking everyone away and you shot the best ever. Le, that is strenght".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated the matter and replied "Nope. That was pride. I could not let them see me fail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, like it was not big deal "Maybe that is the source of your strenght..." That girl, always with those witty wise comments and she has no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is right... maybe that is the source of the so called strenght people think I have. God knows that I'd endure almost anything in order to overcome myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll see this weekend at National Finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112376579799652588?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112376579799652588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112376579799652588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-think-that-im-strong.html' title='You think that I&apos;m strong....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112295018356317268</id><published>2005-08-01T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:36:23.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullseye</title><content type='html'>Once gain, I came back. After the second injury of the year, I went to an archery tournament again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard: I've had injuries, tiredness, little time to train, sorrow from a somewhat broken heart to deal with. And at the beginning I thought I could not make it. It was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it hit me. I needed to start believing it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop wishing for people coming to me and telling me I could do it. To stop wishing for him to do it. He is not going to. Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did... I finally did. I focued on each arrow, giving it all to my concentration, not letting anything of the rest to get inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm physically sore and mentally drained. But it was worth it. It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Finals in two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112295018356317268?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112295018356317268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112295018356317268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/08/bullseye.html' title='Bullseye'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112226364126286280</id><published>2005-07-25T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:54:01.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my weekends are never boring</title><content type='html'>Like I told Hans the other day "Wait until the weekend is over for an update. Something is bound to come up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed... after puting my foot in my mouth at least 15 times at the archery club (I'm getting better, though), my best friend convinced to go out with her and some friends for drinks on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, having fun and a beer when she tells me to look at the table right behind me cause she thinks she remembers one of the guys as a former college mate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around only to see A. the guy I madly had a crush on 5 years ago... yes, madly, deeply, almost insane crush. I craked up immediatly... this can only happen to me. He lives an hour away from where we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, later in teh evening... he is passing by and I go to say hi to him. My oh my... boys still knows how to flirt and he definitely still looks amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmless flirting, some hints here and there and I ended up with the promise of a phone call this week to meet and catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my winter is improving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top, Brendan qualified 1st for the 100m Breaststroke Final tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112226364126286280?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112226364126286280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112226364126286280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-my-weekends-are-never-boring.html' title='Because my weekends are never boring'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112200815962439463</id><published>2005-07-22T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:57:16.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wanted a Weasley...</title><content type='html'>And I got the one I liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elfiepants/1050618298_harliequiz.jpg" border="0" alt="Charlie.  Sexy dragon tamer?  Ok, that's a stretch, but he still may wear leather trousers.  ;-)"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;Charlie Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elfiepants/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20Weasley%20Guy%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your Weasley Guy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite character of Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112200815962439463?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112200815962439463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112200815962439463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-always-wanted-weasley.html' title='I&apos;ve always wanted a Weasley...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112104984188718416</id><published>2005-07-10T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:44:01.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will be friends</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you met new people you clicked with, you start to hang out with their friends, or at least you go out once with them to see how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night, let me just say that I'm glad I have the friends I have. I had those type of "friends" back in High School... hence the reason why I don't talk to any of those snakes anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112104984188718416?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112104984188718416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112104984188718416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='Friends will be friends'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-112056462447468059</id><published>2005-07-05T08:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T08:57:04.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Left alone</title><content type='html'>Well, I was so happy that I had an online buddy to create doubleA, a community where we could resist together the attacks from the youth that was haunting us. We've got the Decalogus, we've decided not to claim shirts anymore. I was almost out of the woods (metaphorically, cause I spent all weekend in the woods doing field archery) and now... I've been left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am, sitting in the middle of the room that held the meetings of DoubleA... anyone want to join me? I have cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kiss kiss H. I'm still here for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-112056462447468059?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112056462447468059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/112056462447468059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/07/left-alone.html' title='Left alone'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111962489774087610</id><published>2005-06-24T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:54:57.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Survey</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to do a real update... just want to say GO SPURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*. . . W O U L D Y O U R A T H E R . . .* &lt;br /&gt;1) pierce your nose or tongue?nose &lt;br /&gt;2) be serious or be funny? funny &lt;br /&gt;3) drink whole or skim milk? Skim &lt;br /&gt;* . . . A R E Y O U . . .* &lt;br /&gt;4) simple or complicated? complicated &lt;br /&gt;* . . . D O Y O U P R E F E R . . . * &lt;br /&gt;5) flowers or angels? flowers &lt;br /&gt;6) grey or gray? grey &lt;br /&gt;7) color or black-and-white photos? color &lt;br /&gt;8) lust or love? love &lt;br /&gt;9) sunrise or sunset? sunset &lt;br /&gt;10) M&amp;Ms or Skittles? Skittles &lt;br /&gt;11) rap or rock? rock, good ol' rock and roll &lt;br /&gt;12) staying up late or waking up early? waking up early &lt;br /&gt;13) TV or radio? Coffee and TV &lt;br /&gt;15) eating apples or oranges? oranges &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* . . . A N S W E R T R U T H F U L L Y . . . * &lt;br /&gt;16) do you have a crush? Yes &lt;br /&gt;17) do they know it? He knew, he knows... &lt;br /&gt;* . . . D O Y O U P R E F E R . . . * &lt;br /&gt;18) being hot or cold? cold &lt;br /&gt;19) tall or shor members of the opposite sex? tall, but I'm open to the rest ;) &lt;br /&gt;20) sun or moon? moon &lt;br /&gt;21) emeralds or rubies? granate, actually, from Prague, if possible &lt;br /&gt;22) left or right? right &lt;br /&gt;23) having 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend? one best friend &lt;br /&gt;24) sun or rain? rain &lt;br /&gt;25) vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? chocolate with peanut &lt;br /&gt;26) boys or girls? boys &lt;br /&gt;27) green beans or carrots? carrots &lt;br /&gt;28) low fat or fat free? I like my big meals, so none &lt;br /&gt;* . . . M I S C E L L A N E O U S . . . * &lt;br /&gt;29) What is your biggest fear in the world? Failure &lt;br /&gt;30) Kids or no kids? Don't know... &lt;br /&gt;31) Cat or dog? Cat &lt;br /&gt;32) Half empty or half full? half full, but sometimes it's hard to see it that way &lt;br /&gt;33) Mustard or ketchup? None &lt;br /&gt;34) Hard cover books or soft cover books? Depends on the situation &lt;br /&gt;36) Sandals or sneakers? Sneakers &lt;br /&gt;37) Wonder or amazement? Both &lt;br /&gt;38) Red car or white car? Red Ferrari &lt;br /&gt;39) Happy and poor or sad and rich? As long as I can afford the things that make me happy, I don't need tons of money &lt;br /&gt;40) Singing or dancing? dancing &lt;br /&gt;41) Hugging or kissing? hugging and kissing &lt;br /&gt;42) Corduroy or plain? Plain &lt;br /&gt;43) Happy or sad? Happy &lt;br /&gt;45) Blondes, brunettes? Both, I'm not picky (yeah, right) &lt;br /&gt;* . . . A B O U T Y O U . . . * &lt;br /&gt;What time is it? 11.35 am &lt;br /&gt;Full name? Lena &lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Le, Lenn, Leni, Lensy, Lenys, Kanga, Heidi, Lady Lena, Morocha, Lenina, Leninga &lt;br /&gt;Names and ages of siblings? Lara, 28 &lt;br /&gt;Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake? 26 &lt;br /&gt;Height? 1.64m &lt;br /&gt;Eye color? dark brown &lt;br /&gt;Hair color? brown &lt;br /&gt;Piercing(s)? just my ears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111962489774087610?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111962489774087610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111962489774087610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-survey.html' title='Friday Survey'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111877099210249204</id><published>2005-06-14T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:43:12.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum Quotes</title><content type='html'>Museums are -or should be- mirrors of society, its development and culture, both past and present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111877099210249204?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111877099210249204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111877099210249204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/museum-quotes.html' title='Museum Quotes'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111861915252856317</id><published>2005-06-12T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:32:32.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm bad....</title><content type='html'>...I'm very good at it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/villain/k0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/villain" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Villain Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111861915252856317?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111861915252856317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111861915252856317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-im-bad.html' title='When I&apos;m bad....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111837225549448523</id><published>2005-06-09T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:59:40.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly feelings</title><content type='html'>Here it's how this works... I'm gonna list 20 friends in random order and then answeer the questions based on the numbers... let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lala&lt;br /&gt;2.Michelle&lt;br /&gt;3.Hans&lt;br /&gt;4.Kris&lt;br /&gt;5.Leti&lt;br /&gt;6.Alex&lt;br /&gt;7.Majo&lt;br /&gt;8.Marian&lt;br /&gt;9.Fer&lt;br /&gt;10.Sassy&lt;br /&gt;11.SarahPooh&lt;br /&gt;12.Viceconte&lt;br /&gt;13.Veronica&lt;br /&gt;14.Ariel&lt;br /&gt;15.Maximo&lt;br /&gt;16.StephTigger&lt;br /&gt;17.Blairbecky&lt;br /&gt;18.Agustiniano&lt;br /&gt;19.Sheila&lt;br /&gt;20.Tincho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is #9 a boy or a girl? He's a boy... most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would #11 and #2 make a cute couple? Pooh and the Boss? Well, they would talk about the Texas Trio all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How about #18 and #4? I think Agustiniano would luuurrrve Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What grade is #17 in? She's been out of HS for a while now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you talked to #12? At my bday party... I should call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is #6's favorite band? Lennon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does #1 have any siblings? Yes, she has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you ever date #3? Would I ever date Hans... I think I'm too old for him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you ever date #7? Well, I think her boyfriend might not like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is #16 single? She's very in love with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's #15's last name? Double last name... part of many many jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's #10's middle name? Sassy Michelle ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's #5's favorite thing to do? Dance! And talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is #13 hot? A total foxy! Go Czech beauty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would #14 and #19 make a good couple? Ariel and Sheila... I think she might overwhelmed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What school does #20 go to? He went to UBA, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me a random fact about #11: She giggles and she is a goody doody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. And #1: She has the sweetest voice I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. And #4: She is a doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever had a crush on #15? Yes, long time ago... my first archer crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where does #9 live? Somewhere only we both know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's #3 favorite color? Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you makeout with #14? been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are #5 &amp; #6 best friends? They've only seen each other once, but they are two of my best friends, so they have me in common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does #7 like #2? they  don't know each other, but yeah, she likes her for what I've told her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Does #8 like #19? they don't know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How did you meet #2? I posted at her sight... we bonded about Brendan Hansen first, and now, it's archery and Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How did you meet #18? He dazzled me at a Weber class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does #10 have any pets? No, but she is the proud aunt of Sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is #12 older than you? Just a smidge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is #17 the sexiest person alive, or what? She is a god damn Botticelli, classic beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111837225549448523?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111837225549448523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111837225549448523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/friendly-feelings.html' title='Friendly feelings'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111835756519885110</id><published>2005-06-09T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:53:41.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>After several months... I'm back writing fanfiction. Of course, it does not come near my previous work, because I'm a little rusty, but nonetheless, it felt good to write my lovely J/P again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out if you feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naleyonlyhope.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=jeytonfic&amp;action=display&amp;thread=1118285837"&gt;Heart Ripper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111835756519885110?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111835756519885110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111835756519885110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111819406313521789</id><published>2005-06-07T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:27:43.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my favorite....</title><content type='html'>1.Favourite scent:&lt;br /&gt;Cinammon. The city after the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favourite way to relax:&lt;br /&gt;Reading or hanging out at the club with mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favourite movie you own:&lt;br /&gt;The Goonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite movie you don't already own:&lt;br /&gt;Before Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite male movie star:&lt;br /&gt;These days? Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite female movie star: &lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favourite book genre:&lt;br /&gt;Art Suspense, Roman Feuilleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite clothing store:&lt;br /&gt;Zara, Normandie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite non-clothing store:&lt;br /&gt;India Style, El Ateneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favourite cartoon character:&lt;br /&gt;Top Cat, Rand from Robotech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favourite CD you own:&lt;br /&gt;Parklife, Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite CD you don't already own: &lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams, Swing when you're winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? I dare Hans, Majo and Denise 3 to do this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111819406313521789?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111819406313521789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111819406313521789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-my-favorite.html' title='It&apos;s my favorite....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111793688985017546</id><published>2005-06-04T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:01:29.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know that....</title><content type='html'>SECTION 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ most hated nickname: Lenita (Little Lena) It's patronizing....&lt;br /&gt;+ Type of Burial and location of burial: I want to be cremated... do whatever you want with the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Hopeful Death Year: At least 60 years from now&lt;br /&gt;+ Lowest GPA ever: well, I guess it was 8.60 out of 10 at College, but I still graduated with honors.&lt;br /&gt;+Favorite Evil Thing to say or do: Bite me&lt;br /&gt;+ Is your tongue long, medium or short: medium, but I know how to use it ;)&lt;br /&gt;+ Hair color: brown&lt;br /&gt;+ Eye color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;+ Style: parted to the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on someone?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Been Cheated on?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone's heart?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken?: yes, one too many times&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true?: of course&lt;br /&gt;+ Done something you regret?: I've done things I'm not proud of, but I don't nbelieve in regrets. You learn from everything and it's what has made you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on a test: Just once at a music test. But it was only b/c I've already taken it and then made me do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing?: cargo pants, training shirt&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to?: Eros Ramazzotti&lt;br /&gt;+ Located?: at my apartment&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with?: my beloved friend Agustiniano&lt;br /&gt;+ Watching?: just the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be doing?: getting ready to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Brush your teeth?: duh&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings?: just my ears....&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive?: I know how.... I just don't&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink?: I enjoy the occassional drink&lt;br /&gt;+ Smoke?: way too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 - THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged?: Majo, just an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;+ Kissed?: F. and please don't make me remember it, still miss him&lt;br /&gt;+ IMed?: talking to Pooh last night&lt;br /&gt;+ Yelled at?: Walter. I'm having a very PMSy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 6 - PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want to be when you finish college?: Already did. Going all the way upto PHD and later work in Museum Management and Exbibition Design. Become and editor and a writer. Own a Cafe&lt;br /&gt;+ What has been the best day of your life?: The day I got my undergrad degree. Archery Finals this year. &lt;br /&gt;+ What has been the worst day of your life?: the day I lost my great grandma&lt;br /&gt;+ What comes first in your life?: my friends... and my family&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush?: I have a major crush that I need to let go cause he is not interested anymore&lt;br /&gt;+ What are you most scared of?: that I'm not gonna live upto the standards people held me in&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed?: I pray for the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your family?: very much&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your friends?: with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 - FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Movie: The Goonies&lt;br /&gt;+ Song: Country House, Blur&lt;br /&gt;+ Band: Blur&lt;br /&gt;+ Store: Zara&lt;br /&gt;+ Relative: mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;+ Sport: Archery. Swimming. Soccer&lt;br /&gt;+ Ice Cream Flavor: Dulce de Leche&lt;br /&gt;+ Fruit: Peach&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy: Skittles&lt;br /&gt;+ Day of the Week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;+ Color: Bordeaux&lt;br /&gt;+ Name for a Girl: Isabella Lucrezia&lt;br /&gt;+ Name for a Boy: Markus Antonius. (yeah, so sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs?: yeap&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give kisses?: heck yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue pens?: blue&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to travel?: I live for it!&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side, stomach or back?: depends on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a goldfish?: nope... never did&lt;br /&gt;+ Ever have the falling dream?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals?: tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9 - WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Suicide: It's a very complicated issue... I'm not strong enough to answer this right now.&lt;br /&gt;+ Smoking: hey, at each its own. Don't bother us&lt;br /&gt;+ Summer: too damn hot and humid&lt;br /&gt;+ Tattoos: I like them a lot, specially the ones a certain swimmer has...&lt;br /&gt;+ Piercings: Like them. Cannot get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 10 - This or That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue?: tongue&lt;br /&gt;+ Single or taken?: single... and coping with it&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET?: none&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek?: Dawson's Creek all the way&lt;br /&gt;+Sugar or salt?: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;+ Silver or gold?: Silver&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolate or flowers?: Both&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or Black-and-white photos?: Color&lt;br /&gt;+ M&amp;Ms or Skittles?: Skittles&lt;br /&gt;+ Stay up late or sleep in?: Sleep in&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot or cold?: Cold&lt;br /&gt;+ Mustard or ketchup?: None&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall?: Fall, I was born there&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or sad?: Sad... right now, very sad&lt;br /&gt;+ Wonder or amazement?: both&lt;br /&gt;+ Mexican or Italian: Italian&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy or Soda?: Candy&lt;br /&gt;+ Pepsi or Coke?: it's the same for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111793688985017546?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111793688985017546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111793688985017546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-know-that.html' title='Do you know that....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111785364899091434</id><published>2005-06-03T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:54:08.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take the 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Expression Number is 11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;You tend to be associated with idealistic concepts and spiritual issues.&lt;br /&gt;You have high potentials that are somewhat difficult to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;You have very strong intuition and you can be a bit psychic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly inspirational, you can lead merely by your own example.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inborn inner strength and awareness that helps you advise others.&lt;br /&gt;Although you have what it takes for a successful career, you belong outside the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly sensitive and temperamental, you tend to have a lot of nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;You dream a lot, so much so that you may be more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy and reality tend to get intermingled for you, and that leads to impracticality.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111785364899091434?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111785364899091434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111785364899091434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-take-11.html' title='I&apos;ll take the 11'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111780902567751745</id><published>2005-06-03T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:30:25.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If 5 years later.....</title><content type='html'>You know one of the greatest things in life? Runnning into old crushes and discovering the wonders of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was hanging in my usual After Office, I ran into this guy I used to cherish at College. He was a teacher there (not mine) and he used to patronize me big time. 5 years later, I ran into him and I discovered that I've evolved a little and the things that used to be interesting then, are kind of boring and self absorbed now.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing? I did not went out of my way into discussing things with him to prove him that I was at his intellectual level. Heck, hun, I am. Actually, at some things, I've overcome you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, old crushes die hard. But sometimes, all you need is a check with the person in the present to realize and verbalize the ultimate statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the Hell was I thinking back then?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111780902567751745?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111780902567751745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111780902567751745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-5-years-later.html' title='If 5 years later.....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111750256665791764</id><published>2005-05-30T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:22:46.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes V</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will never betray my Goon Dock friends, &lt;br /&gt;We will stick together until the whole world ends. &lt;br /&gt;Through heaven and hell and nuclear war,&lt;br /&gt;Good pals like us will stick like tar. &lt;br /&gt;In the City or the Country, &lt;br /&gt;or the Forest or the Boonies, &lt;br /&gt;I am proudly declared a fellow Goonie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goonies. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111750256665791764?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111750256665791764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111750256665791764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-quotes-v.html' title='Movie Quotes V'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111725028712001290</id><published>2005-05-28T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:18:07.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Holden: If the buzz is any indicator, that movie's gonna make some huge bank. &lt;br /&gt;Jay: What buzz? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: The Internet buzz. &lt;br /&gt;Jay: What the f**k is the Internet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon: Just take it from "It's a good course." &lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck: Oh, now you're the director. &lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon: Hey shove it, Bounce-boy. Let's remember who talked who into doing this shit in the first place. Talking me into Dogma was one thing, but this... &lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck: Hey look, I'm sorry I dragged you away from whatever-gay-serial-killers-who-ride-horses-and-like-to-play-golf-touchy-feely-picture you're supposed to be doing this week. &lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon: I take it you haven't seen Forces of Nature? &lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck: You're like a child. What've I been telling you? You gotta do the safe picture. Then you can do the art picture. But then sometimes you gotta do the payback picture because your friend says you owe him. &lt;br /&gt;[They both take a beat and look at the camera] &lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck: And sometimes, you have to go back to the well. &lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon: And sometimes, you do Reindeer Games. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck: See, that's just mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Van Der Beek: You actually watch that show? &lt;br /&gt;Jay: Yeah, for Joey, man. She is too fine. Did you ever get to 3rd base with her? &lt;br /&gt;James Van Der Beek: Well, actually there was this one time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia Jones: [on "Bluntman and Chronic: The Movie"] Well! That was just another paean to male adolescence and it's refusal to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa Jones: Yeah, sis. But it was better than "Mallrats". At least Holden had the good sense to leave his name off of it. &lt;br /&gt;Tricia Jones: Why didn't Miramax option his other comic instead. You know, the one about you and him and your "relationship"? &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa Jones: Oh, "Chasing Amy"? That would never work as a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Do they say who's f***n' playing us in the movie? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: No, but it's Miramax. So I'm sure it'll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. They put those guys in a bunch of movies. &lt;br /&gt;Jay: Who? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: You know, those kids from Good Will Hunting? &lt;br /&gt;Jay: You mean that f***n' movie with Mork from Ork in it? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: Yeah, I wasn't a big fan either... but Affleck was the bomb in "Phantoms". &lt;br /&gt;Jay: Word, b***h, Phantoms like a mallf****r. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after the "Bluntman &amp; Chronic" premiere] &lt;br /&gt;Banky: God, I'm so embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;Hooper: You should be. They took your intellectual property and turned it into one 90-minute long gay joke. It was like watching "Batman &amp; Robin" all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a way to end an era. With the ability to laugh at one's self.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Smith totally rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111725028712001290?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111725028712001290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111725028712001290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-quotes-iv.html' title='Movie Quotes IV'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111706571214928863</id><published>2005-05-25T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:01:52.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes III</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Rob: Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: I'm too tired not to be with you. &lt;br /&gt;Rob: What, so if you had a bit more energy we'd stay split up, but things being as they are, with you being wiped out and all, you want to get back together? Is that it? &lt;br /&gt;Laura: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob: I can't fire them. I hired these guys for three days a week and they just started showing up every day. That was four years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob: It would be nice to think that since I was 14, times have changed. Relationships have become more sophisticated. Females less cruel. Skins thicker. Instincts more developed. But there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob: It made sense to pool our collective loathing for the opposite sex, and while we were at it, you get to share a bed with somebody at the same time. We were frightened of being left alone for the rest of our lives. Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at the age of 26, and we were of that disposition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity... definitely in the Top 5 of Best Movies about relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111706571214928863?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111706571214928863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111706571214928863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-quotes-iii.html' title='Movie Quotes III'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111702433418188390</id><published>2005-05-25T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:32:14.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes II</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay: I feel like I'm Han Solo, and you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked-up bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki: Any moron with a pack of matches can start a fire. Raining down sulfur takes a huge level of endurance. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Sloane: Sex is a joke in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Metatron: The way I understand it, it's mostly a joke down here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bethany decides to accompany Jay and Silent Bob to New Jersey]&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Sloane: I want to go with you.&lt;br /&gt;Jay: What, steady? ...OK, but you pay the rent and Silent Bob has to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartleby: I was dumped once. &lt;br /&gt;Bethany: Don't you just constantly question your value, like why was I so easy to cast aside? &lt;br /&gt;Bartleby: And, you wonder if the other party will come to their senses and call you back. &lt;br /&gt;Bethany: And, they always tell you it will hurt less with time. &lt;br /&gt;Bartleby: When actually it, uh, hurts more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGMA is not the best movie ever. DOGMA is perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111702433418188390?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111702433418188390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111702433418188390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-quotes-ii.html' title='Movie Quotes II'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111698445753833094</id><published>2005-05-24T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:27:37.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#DACEE8"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D4DDE5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.&lt;br /&gt;You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CDEBE2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Secondary Thinking Style:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C7FADF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimenting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them.&lt;br /&gt;You see life as your lab - and you're always trying out new things, people, and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master of mix and match, you're always coming up with unique combinations.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111698445753833094?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111698445753833094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111698445753833094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-think-about-it.html' title='Let&apos;s think about it'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111690466208950390</id><published>2005-05-24T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:17:42.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship -no pun intended- but I had to say it, because I've never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I could'nt allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitiation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not dismiss that -at least for ten seconds- and try to dwell in it. Alyssa, there is'nt another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you and me. you can't deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which -while I do appreciate it- I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Amy is the best movie ever. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111690466208950390?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111690466208950390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111690466208950390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-quotes.html' title='Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111685055638063870</id><published>2005-05-23T09:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:15:56.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side of the Force</title><content type='html'>Yes, like pretty much everybody else in this world, I went to see Episode III this weekend. Yes, I queued for hour and a half, I waited, I sat, I got popcorn, I saw the whole damn thing. Not to mention the little extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don't go to the movies with recent exes in the bunch, somehow, it feels bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;*don't mention you think the remasterized version of Episode VI ruined a classic for you... they won't understand it&lt;br /&gt;*don't criticize something of the movie on the phone with your best friend in a car full of people that liked the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle of the movie, M is sitting next to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: hm hm hm (humming the Darth Vader song)&lt;br /&gt;Me: For the love of the Jedis, you've been doing that for &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt;. STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;(no such luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone, so I'll just say that I liked it overall with the exception of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- Hayden is a freaking god, but wood is better at acting than him&lt;br /&gt;2.- I wanted more kisses... this was the ultimate romance, people (yes, only I go to SW looking for romance)&lt;br /&gt;3.- Natalie and Hayden have zero chemistry, she had more chemistry with the kid at Episode I, as disturbing as that is.&lt;br /&gt;4.- Main Rant... you could have called JEJ for him to talk at the end, come on, George...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- Yoda kicks ass. ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;2.- R2 is just the best... him hidding the intercom... that was priceless&lt;br /&gt;3.- The Jedis were not all almighty good in this one. I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;4.- Chewbacca was there... I only missed Hans Solo this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all, Young Padawans... and this was the end of an era. May the Force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111685055638063870?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111685055638063870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111685055638063870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/dark-side-of-force.html' title='Dark Side of the Force'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111669735798800070</id><published>2005-05-21T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T14:42:37.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Force....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Star Wars Name and Title&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swname/swname.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Star Wars Name: Lenfa Tobue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Star Wars Title: Iracin of Nairam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarsname/"&gt;Your Star Wars Name and Title&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, this was asked to be done this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;May the Force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111669735798800070?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111669735798800070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111669735798800070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-force.html' title='May the Force....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111660045104186763</id><published>2005-05-20T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:47:31.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, time, time</title><content type='html'>Can someone explain me why, during my unemployed phase last year I was so bad at time management?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, that I work 8 hours a day, I manage to work, cook, clean, do the laundry, start working on my thesis and time is much more profitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I'm not that much surfing the web anymore and I had to cut archery during the week, but still, makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm much better to manage time when it's scarce. And yeah, I don't have other "distractions" that used to take a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;But those I do miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111660045104186763?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111660045104186763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111660045104186763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-time-time.html' title='Time, time, time'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111646990445507361</id><published>2005-05-18T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:31:44.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I was a swimwhore...</title><content type='html'>... but turns out, I'm an archerwhore. I cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love archers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they have great backs&lt;br /&gt;*they have great arms&lt;br /&gt;*if they are string kissers, that little pout with the lips is irresistible&lt;br /&gt;*a good follow through is very sexy&lt;br /&gt;*hello? Orlando is an archer... do I need to say more&lt;br /&gt;*they can be very intense, not to mention focused&lt;br /&gt;*they have good aiming, so they usually know where to go ;)&lt;br /&gt;*they can last for hours shooting, so they have endurance&lt;br /&gt;*they are exotic enough&lt;br /&gt;*they are strong... especially holding (those arms)&lt;br /&gt;*they can take things one on one... and deal with the pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, archers are the doom of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111646990445507361?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111646990445507361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111646990445507361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-i-thought-i-was-swimwhore.html' title='And I thought I was a swimwhore...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111638109276226237</id><published>2005-05-17T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:51:32.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pretender</title><content type='html'>I know I've said that I'm at peace... and I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you. I don't burst into tears anymore when I think of you, but your memories are still there. I might be focused on something else, at work, walking the streets of Buenos Aires, reading on my couch and the memories of times lived come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed with a great memory that in times like these becomes a curse. But it's the curse I have to live with. And I've been telling everyone that I am doing OK because it's easier than trying to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, pretending that I'm not missing you... and hoping that one day, I'll stop pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111638109276226237?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111638109276226237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111638109276226237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/great-pretender.html' title='The Great Pretender'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111607840452695780</id><published>2005-05-14T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:46:44.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 26: 12 hours... Overall</title><content type='html'>Well, my birthday is here and it started as a rainy day that is slowly getting better (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already got e-cards, shout outs at BHO and OG and I have to say it makes me feel very loved and blessed. Some of the words written in those cards, I cannot believe they are addressed to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my 25s were good. I had ups and downs, but they were also a year where I met great people that became my close friends, I rekinded my love for archery, I flirted, laughed, shared and have fun. I do wish I could have traveled more but there was no money for it. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally time to mention the best thing in the balance of the year: friendship. As usual, my friends were the highlight of my year. They were the anchor that kept me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I walked the streets of Buenos Aires last night, I took pride of the life that I have and the one that I'm still leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for my 26... let them come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111607840452695780?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111607840452695780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111607840452695780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-to-26-12-hours-overall.html' title='Countdown to 26: 12 hours... Overall'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111603860121591267</id><published>2005-05-13T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:43:21.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 26: 1 day.... Love</title><content type='html'>Can I plea the 5th on this one? No? Ok, let's recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year started really good when I fell in lust with a tongue ring. Good ol' times.&lt;br /&gt;The EuroCup 2004 hit me hard with Holland refusing to leave my mind for a while...&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to me to have crushes on foreigners that later refused to leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of cyberflirting, crushes on Olympic Swimmers... this blog started, after all, thanks to Brendan "Pumpkin" Hansen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cute flirtings too, in a total movie of the 80's style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I took a walk to the Dark Younger Side that left me a little sad... ok, tons. But I'm over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, but that is the way love goes... Did I fall in love? I don't really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm open to do so at 26.&lt;br /&gt;So, bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111603860121591267?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111603860121591267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111603860121591267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-to-26-1-day-love.html' title='Countdown to 26: 1 day.... Love'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111598830250327239</id><published>2005-05-13T09:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:45:02.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Talks...</title><content type='html'>Me and lovely S ar the After Office at the European Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy is trying to hit on her, she looks desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (to guy): Excuse me, you're hitting on my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor bastard bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and S coming back home after aforementioned after office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I have as much street as Venezia. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it. Yes, I know Venice has actual streets, but I found it good nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111598830250327239?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111598830250327239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111598830250327239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/street-talks.html' title='Street Talks...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111590224754633755</id><published>2005-05-12T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:50:48.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 26: 2 days... work</title><content type='html'>Work was good. I worked for the lawyer until I got tired of it, and later I had my freelance job for the publishers that I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, I've been wanting to actually get a job related to my major but it has been very hard... lots of letter of rejection, trying to find a job abroad, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life smiled at me. Now I have a job that I really like and that is related with what I've studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to work, I finally got one stable and that I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111590224754633755?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111590224754633755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111590224754633755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-to-26-2-days-work.html' title='Countdown to 26: 2 days... work'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111587421170512248</id><published>2005-05-12T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:03:31.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 26: 3 days.... health</title><content type='html'>Oooook. Next topic. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health was not the best of this year... the pseudomono/mono or whatever the crap I had during november/december and that got me drained until early february really minated my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the usual back pains, coagulation problems... all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shoulder injury and my wrists always in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna complain. I'm still alive, I'm much better than tons and I can afford good health care. All I need now is to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthy, sleep more. Keep on being fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111587421170512248?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111587421170512248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111587421170512248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-to-26-3-days-health.html' title='Countdown to 26: 3 days.... health'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111578009719303222</id><published>2005-05-10T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:54:57.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 26: 4 days... academics</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 26 on Saturday, so it's time to balance yet another year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This time, academic wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great year. I've finished all the courses for my masters and now I only have my beloved thesis left. Ah, yeah, also I have to rewrite my paper about Simmel, but I knew that one was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to present a paper about museums at a Congress, I got to defend my ideas, I got to do what I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic wise, it was amazing. I discovered there is this great PHD I can follow in Amsterdam or a combined practice in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I never stopped studying... cause that is what I am, an eternal student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111578009719303222?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111578009719303222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111578009719303222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown-to-26-4-days-academics.html' title='Countdown to 26: 4 days... academics'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111568151424042461</id><published>2005-05-09T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:31:54.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very glad for this. As I've stated before, friendship is the most important thing in the world for me. I cherish the people I consider my friends and I hope that I can be what they need of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111568151424042461?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111568151424042461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111568151424042461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am what I am'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111561038169459434</id><published>2005-05-09T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:46:21.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifted</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I've been doing very bad this past two weeks... Demons came back to hunt me in ways I've never expected and the mixed signals of it all got me so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a little crying... ok... a lot, I'm finally calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have my awesome friends to thank for it. Whether it was giving me advice on a bar with a beer, listening to me on a Friday night, comforting me over the phone, hanging in there on AIM/MSN, spending Saturday night watching sappy romantic movies with me or having me over on their houses on Sunday, each one of them made me realize that I have a great life, one that I can take pride in. And that I'm gonna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the wounds are not completely healed, but I'm at peace. And I'm thankful to Futbol God for blessing me with these amazing girls and boys that I called my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS And getting to hear Tigger's voice 10 min ago made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at peace. That is all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111561038169459434?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111561038169459434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111561038169459434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/gifted.html' title='Gifted'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111549988840179148</id><published>2005-05-07T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:04:48.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Games</title><content type='html'>So, I do know that this whole thing is a game. That you can play hard to get, play it cool, be aloof and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I suck at it. Seriously, I cannot cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I'm a pro at flirting. I've never said otherwise. I can flirt you 6 ways 'til Sunday if I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, later, I'm pretty straight forward. I don't sit there to think the best strategy to have you eating of my palm, or how to drive you insane or all those things now people tell me I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have to learn to play this thing or make peace with the idea I might end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111549988840179148?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111549988840179148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111549988840179148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/foolish-games.html' title='Foolish Games'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111540887209858192</id><published>2005-05-06T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:47:52.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My avis</title><content type='html'>The incredible &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/afadingvoice/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afadingvoice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made these lovely art of yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery%20avatars/lena1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery%20avatars/lena3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery%20avatars/lena5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery%20avatars/lena4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery%20avatars/lena2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111540887209858192?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111540887209858192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111540887209858192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-avis.html' title='My avis'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111529476939509478</id><published>2005-05-05T09:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:06:09.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hear it from the boy</title><content type='html'>I think I have, more than once, stated that I really cannot understand men. Seriously, I can't. They behave following codes and rules I cannot follow. They make no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I've been blessed in life with the friendship of one or two very very very cool guys that share those insights with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, as usual, T sat with his wife and me, tons of beer, ciggys and listened to my diatribes one more time. And he explained it to me. Now it's clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, he told me to remember the first rule of the Decalogue we invented years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1.- Know your condition"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111529476939509478?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111529476939509478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111529476939509478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-hear-it-from-boy.html' title='Let&apos;s hear it from the boy'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111517480450953292</id><published>2005-05-03T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:46:44.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moody</title><content type='html'>Yeap... I am. And nothing like the Stones in times like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With flowers and my love both never to come back&lt;br /&gt;I see people turn their heads and quickly look away&lt;br /&gt;Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day&lt;br /&gt;I look inside myself and see my heart is black&lt;br /&gt;I see my red door and it has been painted black&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it painted, painted black&lt;br /&gt;Black as night, black as coal&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna pass, that it's all gonna fade away. But have you ever wonder how much more can you put up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm fed up and this was strike 3 for me. I'm out of the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111517480450953292?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111517480450953292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111517480450953292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-moody.html' title='I&apos;m moody'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111507158670156908</id><published>2005-05-02T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:06:26.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things I hate about you</title><content type='html'>I hate the way you talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;And the way you cut your hair. &lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare &lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots. &lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick-- &lt;br /&gt;it even makes me rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh -- &lt;br /&gt;even worse when you make me cry. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it that you're not around. &lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you didn't call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - - &lt;br /&gt;not even close, not even a little bit, &lt;br /&gt;not any at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111507158670156908?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111507158670156908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111507158670156908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/ten-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='Ten things I hate about you'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111500675688968630</id><published>2005-05-02T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T01:05:56.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not you, it's me</title><content type='html'>It might be you, and you might be hurting. But I'm hurting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of things when they're over, it's the sadness of what wouls have been and it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really cannot deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111500675688968630?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111500675688968630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111500675688968630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s not you, it&apos;s me'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111487366048791362</id><published>2005-04-30T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:07:40.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Compliment</title><content type='html'>Dutch Queen's Day Party in Buenos Aires. I'm sitting between A and R, havign fun and talking with them. R looks at me and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: The reason why we listen to you is because you have big breasts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about the fact that I speak five languages, I can talk art and museums, I'm well versed in different topics, I'm fun and flirty?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nope. I's the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he was honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111487366048791362?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111487366048791362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111487366048791362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-night-compliment.html' title='Friday Night Compliment'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111462070108666902</id><published>2005-04-27T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:51:41.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I did not cheat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#99DDFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ADDAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2D6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% Chicago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% New York City&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBCFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% Washington, DC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% San Francisco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/americancitiesbestfitquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was honest in my answers. Being near of Haversomething was not in my mind when I did this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111462070108666902?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111462070108666902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111462070108666902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-swear-i-did-not-cheat.html' title='I swear I did not cheat!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111456889174876686</id><published>2005-04-26T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:28:11.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vasos Vacíos</title><content type='html'>Y si, qué se le va a hacer. Se me dió por ver el vaso medio vacío ultimamente. Son cosas que pasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya pasó. A pesar de todo, hay cosas a las que aferrarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre habrá Vacios Vácíos&lt;br /&gt;Con agua de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;La nuestra es agua de río &lt;br /&gt;mezclada con mar&lt;br /&gt;Levanta los brazos mujer&lt;br /&gt;y ponte esta noche a bailar&lt;br /&gt;que la nuestra es agua de río&lt;br /&gt;mezclada con mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111456889174876686?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111456889174876686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111456889174876686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/vasos-vacos.html' title='Vasos Vacíos'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111446648250739954</id><published>2005-04-25T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:01:22.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling with the Fall</title><content type='html'>So, the Fall is finally here. It's cold outside, and windy and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm very cold today (probably an aftermath of the cold I felt yesterday at the tournament, it got into my bones), my spirit seems to relive during this, my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the Fall. I was bound to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to walk and feel the wind in my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111446648250739954?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111446648250739954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111446648250739954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/falling-with-fall.html' title='Falling with the Fall'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111439875458863920</id><published>2005-04-25T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:12:34.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>At my level, at your level.</title><content type='html'>Don't tell me I should go find someone that it's at my level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no levels. Not in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if there were... *I* choose who is at my level. Not you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111439875458863920?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111439875458863920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111439875458863920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-my-level-at-your-level.html' title='At my level, at your level.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111429465557795790</id><published>2005-04-23T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:17:35.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Times</title><content type='html'>I should start with my thesis. I know I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I wanted to take some time off before devoting my time completely to it as I know I'll ended up doing. Can you blame me? (I'm sure you can... everyone has an opinion these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do some leisure reading during the last week (something I hadn't been able to do for a while). I read "The Dante Club". I have to say I really liked it. It runs smoothly and the characters are very well drifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up "Valfierno" again to finish that one during the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of the Indoor Archery Season. Let's hope the shoulder can make it... I'm already fed up with this stupid injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? My birthday would be here soon... and I'm trying to plan something as good as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss writting. I need to start doing fanfiction again. I've been on hiatus way too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.Off to make brownies and get some ice for the shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111429465557795790?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111429465557795790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111429465557795790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/easy-times.html' title='Easy Times'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111422285274818296</id><published>2005-04-22T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:20:52.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hear it for Friday Girly Night</title><content type='html'>Ultimate Recipe for Friday Girly Night... when you behave like a total girl even if you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get help on AIM/phone calls... peer reassurance&lt;br /&gt;-get junk food (tons)&lt;br /&gt;-go to a party and dance it off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111422285274818296?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111422285274818296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111422285274818296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-hear-it-for-friday-girly-night.html' title='Let&apos;s hear it for Friday Girly Night'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111385377767824060</id><published>2005-04-18T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:49:37.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I CANNOT believe this</title><content type='html'>A judge in Argentina justified the use of guns in a rape episode under the ground of being less violent and preventing suffering for the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also underestimated the bruises of the victim cause they were "normal" at this type of intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked... seriously, this is wrong in way to many levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111385377767824060?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.clarin.com.ar/diario/2005/04/18/um/m-959876.htm' title='I CANNOT believe this'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111385377767824060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111385377767824060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cannot-believe-this.html' title='I CANNOT believe this'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111361011293982063</id><published>2005-04-15T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:08:32.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>I WANT MY BOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for 5 months now! Come on, people!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know Argentina is not a top market, but to &lt;br /&gt;take 5 months to ship a bow from Korea to Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is still not here... and no one knows when it will&lt;br /&gt;be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. They should not mess with archers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that someone is swimming the distance&lt;br /&gt;with my bow at his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it ain't an Olympic Swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111361011293982063?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111361011293982063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111361011293982063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111351342534796787</id><published>2005-04-14T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:10:55.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me... you won't regret it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;. Good for you! You know how to kiss&lt;br&gt; and hopefully you have a certain someone &lt;br&gt; to experience a serge of happiness with.&lt;br&gt; If not, it doesnt hurt to flirt kiss a little hehe. &lt;br&gt;Just dont get carried away. 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You are the type of person that accepts&lt;br&gt;people for who they are and they in return of&lt;br&gt;your good heartedness, accept you right back.&lt;br&gt;You are most likely a romantic at heart. With a&lt;br&gt;sensitive soul and probably a broken heart from&lt;br&gt;the past, you don't usually trust people. You&lt;br&gt;have probably been hurt by someone you love or&lt;br&gt;loved dearly which makes it hard to confide in&lt;br&gt;others. Easy going and romantic, fun and&lt;br&gt;lovable, you have a great personality. You are&lt;br&gt;very well liked in the general world that&lt;br&gt;you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my&lt;br&gt;quiz! XoXo &lt;3 Lana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/quizzes/You're%20Beautiful...but%20why%3F%20(%20PICS)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111331945264415574?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111331945264415574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111331945264415574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-this-true.html' title='Is this true'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111305798012987846</id><published>2005-04-09T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:46:20.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back</title><content type='html'>It's my first day of archert ever since the Finals and the injury. I'm a little scared but I know I don't have to overdoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, my new bow might be here next week. Oh Archer Goddes, Diana the Huntress, please let it be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111305798012987846?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111305798012987846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111305798012987846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/going-back.html' title='Going back'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111288734546425226</id><published>2005-04-07T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:22:25.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BST's are back!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember the BST (Blogger Silly Thingy)? Well, they're back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278675_ctionhands.jpg" border="0" alt="holding hands"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hand holding - you like to be in constant physical&lt;br&gt;contact with your special someone but you don't&lt;br&gt;want to take things too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I was a hugger... well.. this is very nice too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111288734546425226?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111288734546425226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111288734546425226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/bsts-are-back.html' title='BST&apos;s are back!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111239680939364141</id><published>2005-04-01T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:06:49.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>It's done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 years... all the papers are delivered. Now... now my thesis. My beloved thesis, the one I've been drafting for 3 years now in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;First, finish the project and once it's approved... one year to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait. I feel so accomplished right now. I did it. I really did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111239680939364141?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111239680939364141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111239680939364141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/04/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111228308674072774</id><published>2005-03-31T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T12:31:26.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I do</title><content type='html'>This is great... 8 years of college studies, 8 years dedicated to Sociology and Cultural Studies.&lt;br /&gt;8 years fighting the wave of people telling me I should read and love Simmel, because he was oh so the best. 8 years resisting reading him, cause the School of Frankfurt is so no my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years, only to cave at the last paper of my masters before my thesis and write about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, I kind of like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111228308674072774?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111228308674072774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111228308674072774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-i-do.html' title='The things I do'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111210791370718444</id><published>2005-03-29T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:10:42.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver</title><content type='html'>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot my second Archery National Final and I got Silver in my category.My shoulder is injured now and I had to shot with pain in it the second day, but it did not mattered, because it was great. I felt like a true archer for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single arrow that I shot under the pain was done with technique. And I improved my scores more than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so accomplished and happy... but so in pain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery/Imagen039b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111210791370718444?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111210791370718444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111210791370718444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/silver.html' title='Silver'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111145588453029016</id><published>2005-03-21T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:44:44.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' me</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've been MIA for a while, but thing is, I'm back to my parents' place housesiting for them and they have a very slow computer and dial up even slower.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the papers are still unfinished (2 to go) and I have National Archery Finals in 3 days. You can imagine how busy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been so great to be in my old room, with my old books and pics of Europe and remember all the life dreams that kind of got blurry for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a shot of reality that I'm actually enjoying. There was a life I used to belong to, where I was needed and wanted. Where my words mattered and my feelings were taken seriously. Where I was not taken for granted. Somewhere between mono and the Indian Summer of Buenos Aires, I lost track of that... and I lost the balance, my inner balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back to my old life. The one I know, the one I love. The one I can handle because I know that I can make it if I believe hard in it. The one where I'm not afraid of trying new things but I'm also aware of the priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I've missed and from what my friends had been telling me, they had missed too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111145588453029016?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111145588453029016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111145588453029016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-ol-me.html' title='Good ol&apos; me'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111090027342080379</id><published>2005-03-15T12:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T12:24:33.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My elevator list</title><content type='html'>Yeap. I haven't done one of this in a while, so I guess it's time to make my elevation list. Which of course, we all know it changes practically each week, but nonetheless, let's give it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#5&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Brühl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: No one knows who he is... but kid got me at "Love in thoughts" and totally conquered me at "Goodbye Lenin!". He's so perfectly cute it's just yummy. Too bad I don't get more movies in here with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/Daniel%20Bruehl/4173b96041450.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#4: &lt;strong&gt;Charlie Hunnam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: I've loved him since he was Ryder at "Young Americans", then it was "Abandon" and he was for sure the cutest 19th Century hero in "Nicholas Nickelby"... great hands, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/charlieshirtlessandpissed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3: &lt;strong&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: It's Orlando, for crying out loud!! He's hot, he has an accent, he's dreamy. And he is an archer... what else can someone ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/orlando.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2:&lt;strong&gt; Ryan Reynolds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: He was lovely in "Two guys, a girl and a pizza place" and in "Blade 3"... men, I'm still recovering from those abs and the handcuffed scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/63.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1: &lt;strong&gt;Brendan Hansen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Come on, this one was a no-brainer. He has the body, the personality, he's a swimmer and an archer... he's funny and witty.  If I ever make it to get into an elevator with him and I don't come back after 10 minutes... don't, I repeat, &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; come looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/pics/z2315e0f8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111090027342080379?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111090027342080379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111090027342080379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-elevator-list.html' title='My elevator list'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111056482906305823</id><published>2005-03-11T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:13:49.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Heart of the City</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended this weird vernissage... not relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relevant was the ride back home. As I was on the phone with A, talking about how much boys suck, I walked along the streets of San Telmo and I sat there, in Parque Lezama, waiting for the 29 bus to come. My view had to very old bars in two opposite corners. It was breathtaking... to see that part of San Telmo again, that bohemian mix of art, tango and inmigrants. The Old Heart of Buenos Aires, where everythign started... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So connected to what Buenos Aires really was. And sometimes, still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111056482906305823?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111056482906305823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111056482906305823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/old-heart-of-city.html' title='The Old Heart of the City'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111032853375626144</id><published>2005-03-08T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:35:33.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Round</title><content type='html'>TWA's Utltimate Round has started!!! And I'm gonna judge my usual 3 categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/tangled%20web/lena.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not my banner pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;/em&gt; is nominated in the Reader's Choice Category. So if you liked it, go vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111032853375626144?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://awards.paintcracks.com/' title='Ultimate Round'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111032853375626144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111032853375626144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/ultimate-round.html' title='Ultimate Round'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111032065429510662</id><published>2005-03-08T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:34:39.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover...</title><content type='html'>You like?&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of all the pink... I do believe this one a little more like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michelle, aka the Boss, approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111032065429510662?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111032065429510662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111032065429510662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/makeover.html' title='Makeover...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111030240384877390</id><published>2005-03-08T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:20:03.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts every damn time</title><content type='html'>One would think that with time, you'd get used to these things. But you don't. They hurt every single time. And yhere is nothing you can do to prevent it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111030240384877390?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111030240384877390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111030240384877390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-hurts-every-damn-time.html' title='It hurts every damn time'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-111006345315745057</id><published>2005-03-05T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T20:06:31.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That was AWESOME</title><content type='html'>4 SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the difference between Brendan Hansen and the guy who came in 2nd in the 200m breastroke last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say woooooooooot!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally rocked as usual. And later he took time to come by chat and thanked his fans for supporting him. Total rockstar. And he looks really hot in white basketball shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-111006345315745057?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111006345315745057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/111006345315745057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-was-awesome.html' title='That was AWESOME'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110972227465559731</id><published>2005-03-01T20:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:11:14.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round has passed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/tangled%20web/bestrewrite.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best rewrite scene/episode from my fic &lt;em&gt;Come Undone&lt;/em&gt;, my view on what really happened the night Jake came back and how he and Peyton were finally able to be together, as they were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/tangled%20web/bestcol.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say? this one turned out to be my most awarded fic. When Critta and I started writing, praises and awards were not the aim, but to address a really hard topic. So today, getting the best collaboration award means a lot, cause we wrote this fic from our hearts and the intertwining of our writing is also the mirror of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy about this!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still no Best Author, but I'm ready to let that one go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110972227465559731?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.crashintoyou.com' title='Another round has passed...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110972227465559731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110972227465559731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-round-has-passed.html' title='Another round has passed...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110925758357549960</id><published>2005-02-24T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:06:23.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is all I have</title><content type='html'>I love my name. Is short, original and very interesting. It adds a ounce of exotism that I really really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also love nicknames, cause they're part of personal history with different friends and groups. Sometimes, one nickname can take back to so many wonderful times lived somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week, I added one to the list: Kanga. Now Pooh, Tigger and me (Kanga) can write a whole new chapter in the life of the Angels of the Gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Kanga loves Pumpkins ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110925758357549960?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110925758357549960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110925758357549960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-name-is-all-i-have.html' title='My name is all I have'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110882708121956492</id><published>2005-02-19T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:31:21.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>Well, one of those weeks... yeah. Drama ensued everywhere and it totally drained me. I haven't been able to eat in two days because my stomach is not accepting food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to thank the incredible friends I have that made me feel better and stood there with me. Most of you had crappy weeks too but nonetheless were there. You were my shelter and I thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I have to let go, but I'm still very pissed off. My identity was stolen, people talked behind my back and I'm very very mad at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm gonna follow the advice of a good friend: I'm gonna go out and get away from it all. Archery, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110882708121956492?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110882708121956492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110882708121956492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110857503528580264</id><published>2005-02-16T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:30:35.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to start Paper number 2. I went to the library yesterday and got the books I needed and I'm gonna start reading and drafting as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just got this job to finish too for my freelancer work and it's a long thing to read and review... so far so good... it's a so so thing. It gets me in the wonder: it's not bad, but it's not great. I keep wondering whether or not this person can actually become a great writer. It has talent, that is for sure... I'm just not completely sure that's it's developing ok.&lt;br /&gt;And I would hate to make a mistake over this... Everyone knows by now that I'm extremely picky about my work. Sometimes I wonder if my standards are to high and that I'm being way too picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have lunch, take a power nap and get onto it later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110857503528580264?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110857503528580264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110857503528580264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110844236474004910</id><published>2005-02-15T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:39:24.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 1done, 4 to go. Getting back on track</title><content type='html'>Ok, it took me longer than expected but number 1 is done! I only need to add the bibliography but that is copy/paste anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, I'm gonna start tomorrow with number 2: an analysis of the school visits to museums and how we can see it from a popular culture point of view. I have the field research of the Malba from 2 years ago, so no biggie on that. There's one downside. I cannot find the texts i was supposed to use. I'm gonna look one more time tomorrow morning, otherwise i have to see about reconstructing it with what I have or go get them again... thing is, I'd have to read them all again and I don't feel like to. Oh, well, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was quiet. I got great ecards from my friends, candies from Majito and we went to the movies. Yeah, I know, everyone thinks Alexander is a terrible movie, but I am a sucker for epics, so I really cannot be reasonable, I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110844236474004910?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110844236474004910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110844236474004910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-paper-writing-countdown-1done-4.html' title='2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 1done, 4 to go. Getting back on track'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110797964094802037</id><published>2005-02-09T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:07:20.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 1/3 done, 4 and 2/3 to go. Rediscovering the magic</title><content type='html'>Well, I said I was going to try to have it finished for today. It's not gonna happen... it's taking me longer than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm rusty and it makes sense... I used to be able to write a 20 pages research paper out of my head in just one day, but that was when I was writing them on weekly basis (God, I miss my undergrad days). These papers are harder to write and I haven't done this in over 8 months, so I need to get the pace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened between yesterday and today. Yes, I'm tired and my back is killing me but at the same time, I rediscovered the magic of it. I love doing this, I might complain a lot, but truth is, I enjoy writing papers... I enjoy my academic life and it's nice to be able to sit again and linked things nobody else thought could be related...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off I go to write some more before my plans for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;New deadline for paper #1: tomorrow... (probably afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110797964094802037?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110797964094802037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110797964094802037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-paper-writing-countdown-13-done-4.html' title='2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 1/3 done, 4 and 2/3 to go. Rediscovering the magic'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110789691549159448</id><published>2005-02-08T17:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:08:35.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take two </title><content type='html'>OK, first paper break. The introduction is done and I'm on my way to write the first part of teh paper, a general description of what fanfiction is. I've decided to estruturate the paper in 3 parts: Prequel, Main Story and Sequel, in an attempt to make it more related to what I'm writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I shamelessly stole this from Tigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1) Honey and milk bread&lt;br /&gt;2) Cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 people you got e-mail from&lt;br /&gt;1) Majito&lt;br /&gt;2) Lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 people you sent e-mail to&lt;br /&gt;1) Majito&lt;br /&gt;2) Lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things on your desk&lt;br /&gt;1) Mate&lt;br /&gt;2) notes for the papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 people you are missing right now&lt;br /&gt;1) Alex&lt;br /&gt;2) Leti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you can see from your window:&lt;br /&gt;1) The boulevard I live in&lt;br /&gt;2) Palm trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 movies you watched&lt;br /&gt;1) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;2) Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you did today to waste time&lt;br /&gt;1) Write in my blog&lt;br /&gt;2) Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 songs you listened to today&lt;br /&gt;1) Old habits die hard- Mick Jagger&lt;br /&gt;2) Mujeres - Ricardo Arjona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Things you need to do today&lt;br /&gt;1) Write the paper&lt;br /&gt;2) Write the paper, part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thoughts you are keeping in mind today&lt;br /&gt;1) You have to write those papers&lt;br /&gt;2) Focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110789691549159448?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110789691549159448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110789691549159448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/ill-take-two.html' title='I&apos;ll take two '/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110788184048392252</id><published>2005-02-08T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:57:20.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 0 down, 5 to go.</title><content type='html'>Well, enough procastination and enough holidays. It's time to start writing the papers for my Masters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have my classical music ready and here we go with number one: a take on the genre of fanfiction in the internet and how it can be traced and linked to the phenomena of novellisation (Baetens) and transposition (Genette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, uh? Well, not really but that is the best I can come up with. I'm planning to finish this one for tomorrow... Key word: planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110788184048392252?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110788184048392252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110788184048392252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-paper-writing-countdown-0-down-5.html' title='2005 Paper Writing Countdown: 0 down, 5 to go.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110779364955530694</id><published>2005-02-07T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:27:29.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Tigger keeps finding them...</title><content type='html'>...and I keep borrowing them.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of discussing the Eagles and the Patriots (yeah, I watched a football game, so sue me) Let's move onto better topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opposite Sex-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drum Player - Drummer&lt;br /&gt;Skater or Surfer - Skater, totally&lt;br /&gt;Brown or Blue Eyes - Blue for the cristal, Brown for the intensity&lt;br /&gt;Blonde or Brunette - Brunette, I'm done with blondes&lt;br /&gt;Brains or Looks (Be honest!) - Looks are good, but I need some brain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger or Hotdog - Hamburger&lt;br /&gt;Pie or Cake - Lemon Pie&lt;br /&gt;Apple or Banana - Banana&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi - Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Chicken or Beef - Read Meat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oreos or Chips Ahoy - Nueve de Oro&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes or Waffles - Waffles&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla - Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or Cherry - Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon or Cantaloupe - Sandía, which I think is watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Potato or Macaroni Salad - Neither, Caesar Salad&lt;br /&gt;Wheat or White - Lost in Translation&lt;br /&gt;Tic Tacs or Altoids - Tic Tacs&lt;br /&gt;Sausage or Bacon - Both&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cream and Chives or BBQ - Chimichurri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball or Football - Fútbol (as in Soccer, as in the best sport ever)&lt;br /&gt;Swimming or Track - Swimming... come on... you know me by now&lt;br /&gt;Tennis or Golf - Tennis&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Sledding - Skiing&lt;br /&gt;Bicycling or Jogging - Bicycling (in Amsterdam, preferably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothes -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants or Shorts - Pants. Black with white stripes&lt;br /&gt;Zip-Up or Pull-Over Sweatshirt - Pull-Over&lt;br /&gt;Sandals or Tennis Shoes - Tennis shoes, pretty comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Dresses or Skirts - Skirts&lt;br /&gt;Mittens or Gloves - Gloves&lt;br /&gt;Print or Solid - Solid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob or Bill - Bob&lt;br /&gt;Jessica or Jennifer - Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;Aaron or Erin - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Carrie or Kari - Carrie&lt;br /&gt;Todd or Tom - Tom&lt;br /&gt;Lynn or Lee - Lynn&lt;br /&gt;Sarah or Susie - Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Jack or John - John&lt;br /&gt;Lisa or Linda - Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Matt or Nick - Matt&lt;br /&gt;Brendan or Brandon - Do I really need to answer this one? Brendan, of course&lt;br /&gt;Sean of Shawn - Sean (as is brother in law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk or Rock - Both&lt;br /&gt;Country or Bubble Gum Pop - Country&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Techno - Techno&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera - Neither!&lt;br /&gt;*N Sync or Backstreet Boys - Take That&lt;br /&gt;Korn or Staind - Korn&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit or Linkin Park - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums - Drums&lt;br /&gt;Piano or Violin - Piano&lt;br /&gt;Cds or Radio- Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinema -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Willis or Kevin Costner - Bruce&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt or Neve Campbell - Neve Campbell&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin or Lion King - Lion King&lt;br /&gt;Snow White or Sleeping Beauty - Snow White&lt;br /&gt;Comedy or Drama - Both&lt;br /&gt;Horror or Science Fiction - Neither&lt;br /&gt;Scream or I Know What You Did Last Summer: Scream&lt;br /&gt;Not Another Teen Movie or Scary Movie - Haven not seen them&lt;br /&gt;Titanic or Pearl Harbor - Pearl Harbor&lt;br /&gt;The Mask or Ace Ventura - Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer/Video Games -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOL or MSN - AOL&lt;br /&gt;Alta Vista or Google - Google&lt;br /&gt;Mac or PC - PC (but I want a Mac!!!)&lt;br /&gt;PS2 or N64 - uh?&lt;br /&gt;Mario Brothers or Zelda - Tetris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen or Pencil- Pen&lt;br /&gt;English or History - Both&lt;br /&gt;Math or Science - Math&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics or Woodshop - Home Economics&lt;br /&gt;Backpack or Messenger Bag - Messenger Bag, always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animals -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat or Dog - Cat&lt;br /&gt;Fish or Hamster - Hamster&lt;br /&gt;Tiger or Lion - both... all felines for that matter&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly or Lady Bug - Lady Bug&lt;br /&gt;Seals or Otters - Seals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Products -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tide or Gain - Ala/Skip&lt;br /&gt;Herbal Essences or Suave - Capilatis&lt;br /&gt;Dove or Irish Spring - Dove&lt;br /&gt;A-JAX or 409 - uh?&lt;br /&gt;Crest or Colgate - Colgate&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/8727711-110779364955530694?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110779364955530694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110779364955530694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-tigger-keeps-finding-them.html' title='Well, Tigger keeps finding them...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110764505199929881</id><published>2005-02-05T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:13:06.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is time for you to talk</title><content type='html'>We've heard tons about me... it's time to know about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Name:&lt;br /&gt;02. Age:&lt;br /&gt;03. Where on earth do you live:&lt;br /&gt;04. What makes you happy:&lt;br /&gt;05. What have you been listening to lately:&lt;br /&gt;06. Do you enjoy reading my LJ:&lt;br /&gt;07. If so, why:&lt;br /&gt;08. Interesting fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;09. Are you in love at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;10. Favourite destination:&lt;br /&gt;11. Favourite quote:&lt;br /&gt;12. Will you post this in your LJ/blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110764505199929881?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110764505199929881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110764505199929881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-is-time-for-you-to-talk.html' title='Now is time for you to talk'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110753266084585684</id><published>2005-02-04T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:57:41.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes...</title><content type='html'>I love this pic... Walter (Sensei) took it at the tourney the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/culturalbug/archery/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110753266084585684?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110753266084585684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110753266084585684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-eyes.html' title='My eyes...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110736397138239738</id><published>2005-02-02T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:10:24.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To everything there is a season...</title><content type='html'>And I think is about time for me to leave the house. I've been so focused on feeling better I forgot there's a whole world outside there, waiting for me to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I still have tons of papers and reports to write, but it's also time for me to go back to my walks, my coffee talks, my movie days. All the little things that make my life in Buenos Aires so special and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we want something else so bad we forget to enjoy what we're having right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love what I have in here... even if there's tons more that I want, I love that magical spirit that Buenos Aires has, the little hidden places that bring joy and warmth into my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small traditions and habits, the daily things that make it so wonderful... so perfect sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110736397138239738?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110736397138239738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110736397138239738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-everything-there-is-season.html' title='To everything there is a season...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110726855892132147</id><published>2005-02-01T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:35:58.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in my kiss</title><content type='html'>That is right, it's not in yours... it is in &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm gonna be a modern princess and instead of kissing frogs, I'm gonna kiss pumpkins. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is an excellent idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110726855892132147?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110726855892132147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110726855892132147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-in-my-kiss.html' title='It&apos;s in my kiss'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110720316295985352</id><published>2005-01-31T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:26:02.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels of the Gutter</title><content type='html'>So finally I was able to come up with a name for our lovely chat ladies at night... you know, nothing seemed to fit, until last night, before going to bed, I wanted to say something that sounded like "The Cider House Rules", the whole princes of New England thing that Michael Caine so well praised. And there I went with what I thought was the lame intent of "Angels of the Gutter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... it worked.&lt;br /&gt;So we have a name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Angels, I don't need to name you, you know who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110720316295985352?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110720316295985352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110720316295985352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/angels-of-gutter.html' title='Angels of the Gutter'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110702768077807645</id><published>2005-01-29T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:41:20.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Me, Me and more about me...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's my blog, right? And you do want to get to know me, right?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='LAST+MOVIE+YOU+SAW+IN+A+THEATER%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valfierno, by Martin Caparros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='WHAT+BOOK+ARE+YOU+READING+NOW%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE BOARD GAME:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='FAVORITE+BOARD+GAME%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE MAGAZINE: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kunst Schrijft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='FAVORITE+MAGAZINE%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE SMELLS: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinnamon, Coffe, Curry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='FAVORITE+SMELLS%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;COMFORT FOOD: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate and Nutella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='COMFORT+FOOD%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE SOUNDS: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wind, Crickets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='FAVORITE+SOUNDS%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frustration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='WORST+FEELING+IN+THE+WORLD%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='WHAT+IS+THE+FIRST+THING+YOU+THINK+OF+WHEN+YOU+WAKE+UP+IN+THE+MORNING%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;KFC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='FAVORITE+FAST+FOOD+PLACE%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Markus Antonius, Lucrezia Isabella, Saskia, Patrick Owen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='FUTURE+CHILD%5C%27S+NAME%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FINISH THIS STATEMENT: "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY, I WOULD":&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;See all the museums in the world... travel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='FINISH+THIS+STATEMENT%3A+%5C%22IF+I+HAD+A+LOT+OF+MONEY%2C+I+WOULD%5C%22%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;DO YOU DRIVE FAST:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='DO+YOU+DRIVE+FAST%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, but my friends are thinking about getting me a stuffed pumpkin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='DO+YOU+SLEEP+WITH+A+STUFFED+ANIMAL%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;STORMS -- COOL OR SCARY:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totally Cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='STORMS+--+COOL+OR+SCARY%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never had one, I'm a long lost pedestrian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='WHAT+WAS+YOUR+FIRST+CAR%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beer, Martini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='FAVORITE+ALCOHOLIC+DRINK%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FINISH THIS STATEMENT,'IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD LOVE TO': &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write and Read More&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='FINISH+THIS+STATEMENT%2C%5C%27IF+I+HAD+THE+TIME%2C+I+WOULD+LOVE+TO%5C%27%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='DO+YOU+EAT+THE+STEMS+OF+BROCCOLI%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;None, I lvoe being a brunette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='IF+YOU+COULD+DYE+YOUR+HAIR+ANY+COLOR%2C+WHAT+WOULD+YOU+CHOOSE%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;GLASS HALF-EMPTY OR FULL:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depends on the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='GLASS+HALF-EMPTY+OR+FULL%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;HOW MANY CITIES/TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 (Santiago de Chile, Buenos Aires and Amsterdam)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='HOW+MANY+CITIES%2FTOWNS+HAVE+YOU+LIVED+IN%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My archery club. The Botanic Gardens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='FAVORITE+PLACE+TO+RELAX%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH:  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soccer and Swimming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='FAVORITE+SPORT+TO+WATCH%3A++'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoes and Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='WHAT+IS+UNDER+YOUR+BED%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;TOILET PAPER/ PAPER TOWEL--OVER OR UNDER: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost in Translation. Paso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='TOILET+PAPER%2F+PAPER+TOWEL--OVER+OR+UNDER%3A+'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php'&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110702768077807645?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110702768077807645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110702768077807645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-me-me-and-more-about-me.html' title='Me, Me, Me and more about me...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110692593256050987</id><published>2005-01-28T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:25:32.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday BST</title><content type='html'>Ok this was a really drained week emotionally... but it's Friday, time for BST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100933606_spriestess.jpg" border="0" alt="priestess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the wise part of life.  you are mature and&lt;br&gt;very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20part%20of%20life%20do%20you%20represent%3F%20(%20AWESOME%20anime%20pics%20%5E_%5E)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What part of life do you represent? ( AWESOME anime pics ^_^)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wise woman. That sounds really old! Can I be young and naif instead? Pretty Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110692593256050987?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110692593256050987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110692593256050987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday-bst_28.html' title='Friday BST'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110661675244682915</id><published>2005-01-24T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:32:32.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Archery</title><content type='html'>After 2 months without training my Coach welcomed me back last week with this line: "Tournament on Sunday, you have to be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to compete to qualify for the Finals in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I went, Sunday morning, 3 hours of sleep the night before... Two cars, 7 people, genre count: 6 boys, one girl. What can you do? I'm one of the boys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament was tons of fun, but once again, being with the boys always is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results: 1st in my category, 4th in the non professional general rooster and my best score ever. Not so bad considering I'm really out of shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archer in me is waking up again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110661675244682915?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110661675244682915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110661675244682915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/sundays-archery.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Archery'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110631736142580570</id><published>2005-01-21T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:22:41.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmer Ramblings II: Brendan Hansen</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time he'd get his very own Swimmer Rambling given the fact that he's the indirect reason this blog started when it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about Brendan that all my friends have not heard over and over and over and yes, over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember first seeing him at the Olympics and thinking, "hey this guy can really swim breaststroke!". And as a former breaststroker, my favorite style and my complete love in swimming... that meant a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not until the end of the Olympics that I found Brendan Hansen Online, the site that Michelle had in his honor (unofficial, unauthorized and uninformed. we're not associated to Brendan in any shape and form. We just like his...er...shape and form) and I got to know a little more about his swimming and admiring other qualities that were right there for the eyes to witness (you all know what I mean, don't make me say it). Now, when he found out about the site and actually decided to participate on it, it was just wonderful. Someone that can take time to answer your questions and post a small but meaningful to lovely fans message, that is just sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frosting? His family. I don't think I've ever seen such a tight, lovely, fun family. His mom and aunts posting and pretty much sharing everything with us, wanting to get to know us (God knows why...), laughing at our silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherry? He signed a cap for me. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, there's tons of things I can list about Brendan: his swimming, his drive, his eyes, hands, etc. The tattoo: yes, I love his tattoo. I said it the first day, that tattoo was the doom of me. And just the expectation of one day maybe seeing the second... But he also seems like a normal cool guy to have a cup of coffee with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is not just about him, but about the people I've met thanks to him: lala, aims, afading, meesh, atrophy, JHD, sarah, blair, steph... girls that I can talk with and I laugh with. And swimphilly, with whom I can share all my argentinean manners with ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate this or that Brendan Hansen quizz (courtesy of Brendan Hansen Online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Speedo or Blue Jammers? Jammers&lt;br /&gt;2. Olympic rings or Longhorns? Rings&lt;br /&gt;3. Scruffy or Clean Shaven? Scruffy&lt;br /&gt;4. Patriots or Eagles? Paso. I really don't even know what they play&lt;br /&gt;5. Pumpkin or Bren Bear? Pumpkin: I created that nickname, kept on using it while everyone laughed at me, only to be rewarded by him choosing it as his username&lt;br /&gt;6. Crappy Longbeach Bleachers or Athens Brothel? For competitions, the Bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Fantasy Land... Athens Brothel...&lt;em&gt;with Pumpkin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110631736142580570?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110631736142580570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110631736142580570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/swimmer-ramblings-ii-brendan-hansen.html' title='Swimmer Ramblings II: Brendan Hansen'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110631568765876622</id><published>2005-01-21T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:54:47.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday BST</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1101761854_esANI-aqua.jpg" border="0" alt="sweet"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a nymph!&lt;br /&gt;Positive-&lt;br /&gt;You are bubbly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Negative-&lt;br /&gt;You can be possessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20inner%20magical%20being%3F%3F%3F%20lots%20of%20results%20and%20all%20that%20good%20stuff!!!!!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your inner magical being??? lots of results and all that good stuff!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't know... me a nympho? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110631568765876622?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110631568765876622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110631568765876622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday-bst.html' title='Friday BST'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110623142010278270</id><published>2005-01-20T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T13:20:36.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BST (Blogger Silly Thingy) of the day... </title><content type='html'>This is the BST of the day... but boy, would I wish I had an SST with a certain someone... ::rolleyes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did you ever wonder what deity you are? I never did, cause I already know I am one ;)--- Aren't we witty today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just for stats and cause, you know, these things are fun, here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/morfeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are valuable to me... feed your lovely, wonderful, caring blogger a line, would ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110623142010278270?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110623142010278270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110623142010278270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/bst-blogger-silly-thingy-of-day.html' title='BST (Blogger Silly Thingy) of the day... '/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110615213798164428</id><published>2005-01-19T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:30:45.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me</title><content type='html'>Is not like I deliberately want to steal from Tigger (StephMc), but she keeps finding these cool things I want to do too before I... &lt;br /&gt;And since we're soul sisters (and sisters in law in DenialVille) It's all in the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My perseverance&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm close to my friends and I would be there for them if they need me&lt;br /&gt;3. My motivation when I really want to achieve something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was hard... I'm not used to list the good things about me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes I can be really naif&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be really bad if I'm angry for real&lt;br /&gt;3. Somedays I just cannot deal with it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there... I admitted it. I'm not as strong as you all might think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Italian (North and South)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hungarian&lt;br /&gt;3. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some more: French, Austrian and Criollo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffee with lots of milk&lt;br /&gt;2. OG/BHO&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've realized there's much more I need... but well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink and white bra&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Writing my thesis&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding a better job&lt;br /&gt;3. Moving to a new place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Improving in archery too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2. Caring&lt;br /&gt;3. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh... hotness?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;1. They're real&lt;br /&gt;2. I once took my top off in a bar in Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;3. I was the equivalent of Prom Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes and way of look (add eyebrows to that one too)&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoulders (oh yes, big massive shoulders... preferably with tattoos on the blade shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hands... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Be quiet (unless I'm so sick I cannot even talk)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing (tone deaf in here, both ears)&lt;br /&gt;3. Whistle... I just can't put my tongue in the right position for that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Writing/Reading (one comes with the other for me)&lt;br /&gt;2. Archery&lt;br /&gt;3. Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Move to Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;3. Make it to my tournament on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Curator in an Art Museum&lt;br /&gt;2. Book Editor/Publisher &lt;br /&gt;3. Own a restaurant/cultural café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Austin , TX! Totally kidding... Eastern Europe&lt;br /&gt;2. Rusia&lt;br /&gt;3. Scandinavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Markus Antonius/ Marco Antonio&lt;br /&gt;2. Julius Caesar/Giulio Cesare&lt;br /&gt;3. Lucrezia Isabella &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What? I have an Italian last name... I can totally pull that off. OK... I can name the girl Saskia or Eefke too... What again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have one of my dream jobs&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. To have lived a full, rich life with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110615213798164428?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110615213798164428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110615213798164428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110571489780709607</id><published>2005-01-14T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:01:37.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075172561_SnowSprite.jpg" border="0" alt="Snow Sprite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unique, mystical, insightful and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are a Snow sprite. Mysterious, and alluring you&lt;br&gt;naturally attract people to you, your like a&lt;br&gt;people magnet even though you most often wish&lt;br&gt;to be alone. Your love for cold climates and&lt;br&gt;snow has given you an insight into the beauty&lt;br&gt;few see. While most see bland white you see a&lt;br&gt;forest or blanket of sparkling white beauty. To&lt;br&gt;you life is something precious and you intend&lt;br&gt;to figure out its mysteries. You are very&lt;br&gt;mature and don't waste your intelligence on&lt;br&gt;childish games or people not worth your time&lt;br&gt;which can make you seem arrogant at times but&lt;br&gt;you are really just intent on saving your time&lt;br&gt;for better things. Your soul is very beautiful&lt;br&gt;if not a little shut up, you keep your emotions&lt;br&gt;hidden from everyone and therefore they don't&lt;br&gt;know what your capable of. You are a living&lt;br&gt;fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A%3A%3DWhat%20type%20of%20Mythical%20Sprite%20are%20you%3F%3D%3A%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.::=What type of Mythical Sprite are you?=::. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty accurate. Everyone who knows me it's aware that when the Fall meets the Winter I'm the happiest person alive. The rain, the cold and the wind lift my spirit and my inspiration more than anything earthly related.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a living fantasy? Cool! Can I add Pumpkin on it? Pretty Please.... I promise to take care good care of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110571489780709607?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110571489780709607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110571489780709607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/snow-white.html' title='Snow White '/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110563522512180224</id><published>2005-01-13T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:58:39.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My pride</title><content type='html'>Last year, in March, I started to write fanfiction for the first time in my life. Almost a year later, I'm reposting my first fic and with it, memories are coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was writing fanfic for &lt;em&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/em&gt; and I decided to create an original character for it. That is how my Bella, my pride, was born. Creating her has been one of the most beautiful things related to my writing. The chance to create a character and built it the way I wanted and experience how it would interact with characters made by other people. What was supposed to be one small fic ended up being a trilogy of over 150 chapters and more than 400 pages of word document! &lt;br /&gt;I just could not stop writing her. She took me to unexpected places and become this character full of layers, passions, bad mistakes and a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People had praised her and I feel like a proud mother. They've even put her a face (Monica Belucci, great choice) and took her as part of their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that makes me really proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lenfaz/banners2/Bellatomazzi3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110563522512180224?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://treehillfanfiction.hyperboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&amp;cat=fiction&amp;board=genfanfic&amp;thread=1105112690' title='My pride'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110563522512180224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110563522512180224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-pride.html' title='My pride'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727711.post-110548145656068038</id><published>2005-01-11T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:10:56.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old loves....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vertigo by U2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/vertigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The night is full of holes&lt;br /&gt;Those bullets rip the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of ink with gold&lt;br /&gt;They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 you partied so hard... you forgot how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/2004hitquiz.html"&gt;What 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 has been part of life forever. &lt;em&gt;Rattle and Hum&lt;/em&gt; is one of my favorites CDs of all times, especially that rocking they got going on with BB King and the awesome and heartbreaking lyrics of &lt;em&gt;All I want is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things would never change. Larry Mullen Jr's hottness being one of them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727711-110548145656068038?l=culturalbug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110548145656068038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727711/posts/default/110548145656068038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturalbug.blogspot.com/2005/01/old-loves.html' title='Old loves....'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198714484692692648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTk8JfIkgr4/TWUTK7bIgeI/AAAAAAAAACs/5k3BTEUnYPg/s220/n678493990_1121700_6230.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
