<?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-549796125976579161</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:41:36.680-05:00</updated><category term='songs'/><title type='text'>So, this is me...</title><subtitle type='html'>[is it?]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-3894332528758437041</id><published>2009-05-22T02:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:30:04.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledades</title><content type='html'>[I tried to translate it here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They are right&lt;br /&gt;that happiness&lt;br /&gt;at least with capital letters&lt;br /&gt;does not exist&lt;br /&gt;ah but if it did with small letters&lt;br /&gt;it'd be like our brief&lt;br /&gt;pre-solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after happiness comes solitude&lt;br /&gt;after living to the full comes solitude&lt;br /&gt;after love comes solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a poor deformation&lt;br /&gt;but it is true that during that long minute&lt;br /&gt;one feels&lt;br /&gt;alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without grips&lt;br /&gt;without excuses&lt;br /&gt;without hugs&lt;br /&gt;without resentment&lt;br /&gt;without things which join together or separate&lt;br /&gt;and in that only way of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;not even one has mercy on him or herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the objective data is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are ten centimeters of silence&lt;br /&gt;between your hands and my hands&lt;br /&gt;a border of unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;between your lips and mine&lt;br /&gt;and something which shines so sad&lt;br /&gt;between your eyes and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course solitude never comes alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one stares over the two-faced shoulder&lt;br /&gt;of our solitudes&lt;br /&gt;a long and dense imposible will be seen&lt;br /&gt;a simple respect for third or fourth people&lt;br /&gt;the accident of being 'a good person'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after happiness&lt;br /&gt;after living to the full&lt;br /&gt;after love&lt;br /&gt;comes solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;what will come&lt;br /&gt;after solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;so alone&lt;br /&gt;if I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I know&lt;br /&gt;that beyond my solitude&lt;br /&gt;and yours&lt;br /&gt;there is you again&lt;br /&gt;at least wondering alone&lt;br /&gt;what will come&lt;br /&gt;after solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mario Benedetti&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-2710680389890712321</id><published>2009-04-25T02:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:34:51.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs barking everywhere.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the fact of you not being at the Norskehus right when you appeared, virtualy. Before you did, I also thought I did like you so much... Now that I understand it is over, I don't feel sad anymore. I finally understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-2710680389890712321?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/2710680389890712321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=2710680389890712321' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/2710680389890712321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/2710680389890712321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/04/dogs-barking-everywhere.html' title='Dogs barking everywhere.'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-8641045639427615558</id><published>2009-04-18T00:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:20:03.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science + Art + Technology =  Fascinating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoAnnKuchera-Morin_2009-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoAnnKuchera-Morin-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=516" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoAnnKuchera-Morin_2009-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoAnnKuchera-Morin-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=516"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would also love to work on projects like these... It's such an amazing concept. I'm thrilled... &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-8641045639427615558?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/8641045639427615558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=8641045639427615558' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/8641045639427615558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/8641045639427615558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/04/science-art-technology-amazing.html' title='Science + Art + Technology =  Fascinating.'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-1739705197555627079</id><published>2009-04-03T22:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:16:50.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;La noche está estrellada,&lt;br /&gt;y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up late, ~10 am, stayed in bed chatting with friends, felt the sun coming through my window and knew it was going to be a hot day again, &lt;blockquote&gt;here comes the sun&lt;/blockquote&gt; It was weird not to have something to worry about, no rush, no plan, nothing settled. Had breakfast, got ready and left. Decided to go to my faculty office to pick up some papers I left yesterday and in the bus I started a book which I already hate after 20 pages: Physics for poets. Boring and imprecise. I quit reading it for good. I was walking towards physics school and could not believe I don't belong there anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7. Excited, nervous, happy, worried, calmed and nervous again. I checked my presentation again. Read about Feynman's ratchets, violations of the 2nd Law of thermodynamics, Parrondo'x paradox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Work it harder make it better&lt;br /&gt;do it faster makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;more than ever hour after hour &lt;br /&gt;work is never over&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pm. I'm standing in front of a blackboard (which was white, whiteboard?), presentation is ready and people is waiting, the judges take their places and I start... I don't really know how long it took me, some say it was 1 hour and 20, I am not sure, time went so fast for me. I felt so glad of seeing my friends from highschool, colleagues and 4 relatives in the audience :) I finished and the judges decided to give me the highest mark. It overwhelmed me and then the party. Indio beer everywhere and cochinita pibil tacos. I ate like crazy. Then, german 'Brauerei' and more beer, really dark one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't you know that last night&lt;br /&gt;turned to daylight&lt;br /&gt;and a minute became a day&lt;br /&gt;last night  all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;well they seemed so, so far away&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 14th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to Mexico's City airport at 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'll be with you darling soon&lt;br /&gt;Be with you when the stars start falling&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;To be where I'm going...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at 4pm. From 4 to 6 I ate and watched an episode of gossip girl hehe... At 6 I started drinking water and listen Ella Fitzgerald music to keep myself calmed. Ok, I couldn't really wait anymore at the room, so by 6.30 I was already at the airport. International arrivals. Still drinking water and singing in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've got you under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard not to give in&lt;br /&gt;I've said to myself this affair never will go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;but darling why should I try when I know so well I've got you under my skin?&lt;br /&gt;I'd sacrifice anything come what might&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of having you near&lt;br /&gt;in spite of a warning voice that comes in the night&lt;br /&gt;and repeats, and repeats in my ear:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?&lt;br /&gt;Use your mentality, wake up to reality!&lt;br /&gt;But each time I do just the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;makes me stop before I begin&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've got you under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and checking the screen every now and then. No flight from Dallas by Mexicana appearing, no such thing, damn... Am I at the wrong terminal? Meanwhile many people is also waiting, some of them get to meet their someone and emotions are all around. And I think I have no plan, no expectations, no idea of what the deal is, so I decide to keep it cool and friendly until finding out what the deal will be and I feel fine with that. Then the flight is finally announced on the screen as 'arrived' and for one more hour I was still watching people, thinking, drinking water and singing in my head. Until I saw you arriving. I called you by your name, you saw me, smiled, left your things and hugged me. To me, that moment was an exemplification of happiness. We started walking and after a few steps you stopped and kissed me nicely... then you said something including the words darling and 2 weeks, we kissed again, you worried about your breath hehe (like if I gave a damn about it), I told you I didn't care and kissed you again. Then I knew what the deal was, or I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Y en el éxtasis de un beso me imagino más que eso y te pido juégate la aventura que posiblemente sea una más pero como siempre he sido muy intensa pienso que te quedarás...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Te regalo mi sol, mi luz, mi playa. Te doy las llaves de mi casa y mi confianza, te cocino y te llevo a pasear. Te regalo la sal de mis historias, te comparto mi fuerza y mi debilidad, te muestro el cielo al que también llamamos gloria. Me convierto en tu amiga, la mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente hay algo que yo me quedaría... pero en mi playa estará el sonido del mar para tí.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday, March 29th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd been 2 days since I understood I was being foolish. However, I was happy during the vacations, it was AWESOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Non, rien de rien&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne regrette rien&lt;br /&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça m'est bien égal&lt;br /&gt;Non, rien de rien&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne regrette rien&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was 6.30 am and we were on our way to the airport. But I wasn't really going anywhere, well, yes, I was going home. Breakfast was OK. Children going to a school journey or something in one departures entrance so we went to the other. That was it. I got the feeling it was all over, not really because of the distance but because of feelings. It was over and I knew it, so I tried not to look into your eyes... We said goodbye. I didn't want to tell you I would miss you because, damn, you already knew, but at the end you were the one who said so (and I ended up saying me too) after hugging and kissing me for the last time. I said I hoped I could ever see you again, and you said we would make that happen and I felt skeptical about that. Then we really  said good bye and I left, didn't want to see you leaving, so I left and did not turn around anymore. Was thinking to wait at the airport for the 12.30 bus to Xalapa but there was no use waiting there, alone, I dropped some tears on my way, took the metro to the bus station, tried to hide it.  Suddenly I was here in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I guess I have been there, I guess I am there now &lt;br /&gt;You knew what you wanted and you fought so hard &lt;br /&gt;So of course I miss you and miss you bad &lt;br /&gt;But I also felt this way when I was still with you&lt;br /&gt;This city's no longer mine &lt;br /&gt;There's sadness written on every corner &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday, March 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling good, happy indeed. Today is Caritina's degree exam and it is so exciting. First one of our class doing so... And she did a great job :) I feel at home again. By home I mean in my natural environment, science, labs, equations, classmates that have become friends now, we gathered and had a party for Cary and it is a new day, a new perspective, a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Living on my guard&lt;br /&gt;Wind is on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Sun is on my face&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day without you&lt;br /&gt;Like rays of gold, I honestly can, now can I forget the pain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling spoiled in this world&lt;br /&gt;Fighting beliefs, now can I&lt;br /&gt;Notion took about&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;Morning after rain clears away the pain&lt;br /&gt;We realize we belong apart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we entice, we've got ways of knowing&lt;br /&gt;The open sky&lt;br /&gt;The breathing stars&lt;br /&gt;When we belong in a world apart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in these times there's no way of knowing..&lt;br /&gt;And still I'm spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Feeling refined&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful day makes me sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also informed that my exam was going to be on that thursday :) finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today. Part II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Slumdog Millionaire this evening and got inspiration for many things, among them, blogging about these late happenings... I felt I needed to let go, and this was the first step. It was not written. In my case, it was not written. It's ok, real life is like that, although I sometimes wish it was like a movie. The answer of my Jan 12th blog entrance's last question is the title of this entrance. And it is ok. I have the greatest memories of this vacation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-1739705197555627079?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/1739705197555627079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=1739705197555627079' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/1739705197555627079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/1739705197555627079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-5663594115696273456</id><published>2009-03-20T02:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:21:01.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY THIS MOMENT (just something more from Norway -by Röyksopp)</title><content type='html'>Only this moment holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to perfection&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else out there&lt;br /&gt;No one to guide us &lt;br /&gt;Lost in our senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know our love will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Lost in confusion &lt;br /&gt;Feelings are out there&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Doubting intentions&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know our love will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay or forever go&lt;br /&gt;Play or you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;What heaven decided&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it is all you've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay or forever go&lt;br /&gt;Play or you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit's divided&lt;br /&gt;You will decide if I'm all you've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my head have been parted with grace&lt;br /&gt;By the voice of an angel revealing her face&lt;br /&gt;and her words they make sense and I do understand falling in love isn't part of a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forces within me mix reason with lust, &lt;br /&gt;but I'll try to accept it and not make it worse&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know I might loose it by taking the chance,&lt;br /&gt;But love without pain isn't really romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to perfection&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else out there&lt;br /&gt;Always beside her&lt;br /&gt;Trusting my senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know love will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else out there&lt;br /&gt;Always beside her&lt;br /&gt;Trusting my senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know love will survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-5663594115696273456?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5663594115696273456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=5663594115696273456' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy up here :)</title><content type='html'>You know I really like it,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always be here.&lt;br /&gt;You know it makes my heart beat...&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm happy up here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...Won't you walk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Just bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;That's the Garden of Eden,&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, whatever you say,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can push the feeling away.&lt;br /&gt;It's here in my heart, and it's here in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a part of a book I read.&lt;br /&gt;And every page and every paper,&lt;br /&gt;seem to be part of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;Sending me back down memory lane,&lt;br /&gt;I fade down the track on this pain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really like it,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always be here,&lt;br /&gt;You know it makes my heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3832662&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3832662&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3832662"&gt;Happy Up Here (Marching Band Version)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/royksopp"&gt;Röyksopp&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is coming :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:)'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-3584212803896523829</id><published>2009-02-02T02:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:34:41.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>So, today's been one of those days when I really wished I was in love, like deeply in love with someone and that guy felt the same way [yeah, I know, impractical, possibly impossible {ohh, I'm liking how the possibly-impossible characteristic sounds}, and &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=twee"&gt;twee&lt;/a&gt; {hehe, funny word}]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.55 am. A dog barking far away. Three desktops being used on this laptop. A little bit of thesis. Figures by The Whitest Boy Alive is being played. Weirdly, reminds me to weird thursday. But honestly, the lyrics mean nothing to me right now. Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth some people want to feel in love [in spite of the pain it causes] and believe in that. Or is it something we don't choose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't care about the answer anymore, it makes no difference to me. I choose to live [like Mark Renton chose life in Trainspotting, so happily resigned about that]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;playing cool&lt;/span&gt; all the time, so boring, so counter-intuitively stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to feel the bliss and pain, passionately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in a twee way. No no :/ But in an intense one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-3584212803896523829?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/3584212803896523829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=3584212803896523829' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/3584212803896523829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/3584212803896523829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-209263694763656385</id><published>2009-01-13T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:13:35.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should just date Tom Chaplin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVAlpmFYiRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVAlpmFYiRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't see me...&lt;br /&gt;(such a beautiful view :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-209263694763656385?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/209263694763656385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=209263694763656385' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/209263694763656385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/209263694763656385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-should-just-date-tom-chaplin.html' title='I should just date Tom Chaplin...'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-8501715178132096973</id><published>2009-01-12T15:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:52:15.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a cup of coffee next to me</title><content type='html'>...and a good book&lt;br /&gt;(and time to read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I would need someone to remember &lt;br /&gt;and my mobile to write him a message asking him how he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I only need you sitting beside me&lt;br /&gt;just for a while&lt;br /&gt;to see the universe in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then let you go&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far... tremendously far away from me&lt;br /&gt;in every single way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we belong apart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-8501715178132096973?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/8501715178132096973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=8501715178132096973' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/8501715178132096973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/8501715178132096973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-cup-of-coffee-next-to-me.html' title='I need a cup of coffee next to me'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-796030993533751625</id><published>2008-12-04T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:49:47.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwegian Wood</title><content type='html'>I once had a boy, or should I say, he once had me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE4qtNqghQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE4qtNqghQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...isn't it good, norwegian wood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-796030993533751625?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/796030993533751625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=796030993533751625' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/796030993533751625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/796030993533751625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/12/norwegian-wood.html' title='Norwegian Wood'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-7845717528913341991</id><published>2008-11-11T17:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:05:21.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day: Misread by Kings of Convenience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you want to be my friend, you want us to get along.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The observation that I'm doing could easily be understood as cynical demeanor, but one of us misread, and what do you know? It happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not a means you utilize to get somewhere. Somehow I didn't notice friendship is an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could no one told me all throughout history the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth, the ones that made a difference by withstanding the indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess is up to me now... should I take that risk or just smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Td40GDgO_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Td40GDgO_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-7845717528913341991?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/7845717528913341991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=7845717528913341991' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/7845717528913341991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/7845717528913341991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-of-day-misread-by-kings-of.html' title='Song of the day: Misread by Kings of Convenience.'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-5022382630031932884</id><published>2008-11-04T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:46:32.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4th, 2008</title><content type='html'>While americans were computing votes this evening, and everything was just about to change for their country and consequences to be reflected around the word... an &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7709877.stm"&gt;"accident"&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;The plane was already on fire before crashing... Mouriño was in charge of security during the government's violent battle with powerful drug cartels. Plane crashing is not like the most common kind of accident these times. This just makes me feel down. Honestly. It is not the fact that the secretary of my country's government is dead. No. But the vulnerability left from this event. Not to me directly as a citizen, not to any of us, but to everyone at the same time, trying to take away our motivations and efforts to make this country a better, safer and peaceful place. This is the furthest those criminals have been. I think it is scary to watch how these things happen and get the feeling of frustration because even authorities are killed when trying to do something about it. Now what? Now chatting with my friend:&lt;br /&gt;[22:48:38] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;ana el pais es un desmadre (ana this country is a fucking mess)&lt;br /&gt;[22:48:50] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;viste que mataron al secretario de gobierno? (have you seen they killed the government sectretary?) &lt;br /&gt;[22:48:50] Ana     ¡(@)! dice: &lt;br /&gt;si no mames (yes shit)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:05] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;gano obama (obama won)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:08] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;lo cual me da mucho gusto (which makes me very happy)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:17] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;pero aparte de eso o sea (but besides that, I mean)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:37] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;ya todo puede pasar (now everything is possible)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:43] Ana     ¡(@)! dice: &lt;br /&gt;si, lo de obama me da gusto, pero estoy demasiado impresionada (yeah, I'm glad about obama, but I'm too impressed)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:44] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;a todos nos pueden matar (we all can be murdered)&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:46] Ana     ¡(@)! dice: &lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;[22:49:47] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;por diferentes razones (for different reasons)&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:06] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;pobre gente (poor people)&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:14] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;que iba regresando del trabajo (who were going back from work)&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:19] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;y no tenia vela en el entierro (and had nothing to do about it)&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:25] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;y de pronto les cae un avion encima (and then, suddenly a plane fell upon them)&lt;br /&gt;[23:08:20] Ana     ¡(@)! dice: &lt;br /&gt;neta este país está super mal (honestly, this country is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;[23:08:29] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;si por eso no s vamos a ir ana (yes, that's why we gotta go ana)&lt;br /&gt;[23:12:51] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;que poca madre que les haya valido verga (this motherfuckers didn't give a shit)&lt;br /&gt;[23:12:56] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;tirar el avion en medio de la ciudad (letting the plane fall in the middle of the city)&lt;br /&gt;[23:13:00] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;de REFORMA O SEA (over REFORMA, I mean)&lt;br /&gt;[23:13:05] sofia dice: &lt;br /&gt;DE REFORMA EN LA HORA DE M´AS TRAFICO (REFORMA IN THE MOST CROWDED HOUR)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Reforma is one of the main avenues in Mexico City. It is a shame and it's SAD because Mexico City has many interesting and beautiful things. There might be a lot of criminals, but also millions of normal, good persons trying to live their lives like any of us. And now we feel scared, trying to find a way to get over this, because right now, being a good person ourselves and doing things right individually is still not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the US because at least they took a good decision today, and thanks to that we can change the tv channel to their national tv when we feel like we've had enough from our own news. It's good to see Obama will be the president there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-5022382630031932884?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5022382630031932884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=5022382630031932884' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5022382630031932884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5022382630031932884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4th-2008.html' title='November 4th, 2008'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-4245174490131399051</id><published>2008-10-17T01:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:06:08.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The distance between 2 phrases in spacetime.</title><content type='html'>The crazy one here. That's who I am. Quiet, loud, normal, weird, friendly, loner. Lovefool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, as a physicist, I wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the spacetime distance from "strange and beautiful" to "helpless and frustrated"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you use some help, check this &lt;a href="http://www.quantonics.com/Einstein_Minkowski_Space_Time_Diagram.html"&gt;diagram&lt;/a&gt; from Minkowski's space. You can find some useful equations there as well. Just beware you would be doing a classical calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I just wanted to make clear that I do not perceive reality as a formal, deterministic, analytic function of homogeneous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-4245174490131399051?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/4245174490131399051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=4245174490131399051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/4245174490131399051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/4245174490131399051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/10/distance-between-2-phrases-in-spacetime.html' title='The distance between 2 phrases in spacetime.'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-1234971750864935525</id><published>2008-10-17T00:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:17:42.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Static craziness to me...</title><content type='html'>This time posting about a song I love today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sentence of sorts in Kongsvinger" by Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aPupUX2s_A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aPupUX2s_A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind rejects the frequency&lt;br /&gt;It's static craziness to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it a solar fever?&lt;br /&gt;The t.v. man is too loud&lt;br /&gt;Our plane is sleeping on a cloud!&lt;br /&gt;You turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and smile&lt;br /&gt;We've eaten plastic weather&lt;br /&gt;This family sticks together&lt;br /&gt;We will escape from the south to the west side&lt;br /&gt;My mind rejects the frequency it's just verbosity to me&lt;br /&gt;What did he say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-1234971750864935525?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/1234971750864935525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=1234971750864935525' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/1234971750864935525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/1234971750864935525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/10/static-craziness-to-me.html' title='Static craziness to me...'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-3792211280748287795</id><published>2008-10-10T23:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:04:38.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Chaos</title><content type='html'>Spheres confined in a cubic box feeling a gravitational potential in the center of it. Videos by &lt;a href="http://www.evsc.net/"&gt;Eva Schindling&lt;/a&gt;. This is a very nice work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1212910&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1212910&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1212910?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1212910"&gt;BuxPatchV1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/evsc?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1212910"&gt;evsc&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1212910"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1219104&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1219104&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1219104?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219104"&gt;BuxPatchV2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/evsc?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219104"&gt;evsc&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219104"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I love the way they collapse and reorganize again and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next one, there was an error in the code, which magically produced an awesome final configuration :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1219302&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1219302&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1219302?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219302"&gt;BuxPatchV3&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/evsc?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219302"&gt;evsc&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1219302"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1243442&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1243442&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1243442?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1243442"&gt;BuxPatchV4&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/evsc?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1243442"&gt;evsc&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1243442"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fancy way to show a &lt;a href="http://www.evsc.net/v6/applets/buxpatch/index.html"&gt;reading list!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-3792211280748287795?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/3792211280748287795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=3792211280748287795' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/3792211280748287795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/3792211280748287795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-chaos.html' title='Beautiful Chaos'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-4002671873538049978</id><published>2008-10-10T00:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:27:09.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>You encourage the eating of ice cream (or Walters chocolates), you would somersault in sand with me (and I would dive in the coldest waterfalls with you). You put my feet back on the ground, did you know you brought me around? You were sweet, and you were sound. You're the warmth in my summer breeze, and you would somersault in sand with me (I'd also climb on slippery rocks with you). You were sweet and you were sound, see I had shrunk yet still you wore me around and around and around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Somersault by Zero 7, it's somewhere there in my playlist).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-4002671873538049978?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/4002671873538049978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=4002671873538049978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/4002671873538049978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/4002671873538049978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-5818947185107014770</id><published>2008-09-20T13:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:27:35.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Peligroso Pop</title><content type='html'>Hei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, walking downtown after teaching physics, with my ipod, listening to silly happy pop music (yeah... today I'm feeling in the mood for pop music) when I suddenly heard the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Todo es igual, todo regular y no me importan las noticias ni lo que pueda pasar ya. No veo nada que no pueda realizar, el sólo verte a los ojos me hace sentir real, y después de todo, ¿qué más puede pasar? Esta onda de choque me aturde y me hace pensar en los días que me esperan, en las noches sin estrellas, en las cosas que no llegan cuando esperas de más. Y luego llegas tú, solamente tú, y te ves tan transparente fuera de lo normal, casi irreal, espectacular y aunque trato de entenderlo, no lo puedo asimilar jamás... y luego mi mente se pone a volar, let's go! ya no me mires más, que todo me da vueltas y todo empieza a rodar. En mi cabeza el cazador se convierte en presa, declaro el juego a tu favor, me declaro perdedor, y sin pena te lo juro porque sé que será mejor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It might not be the right time, I might not be the right one, but there's something about us I want to say cause there's something between us anyway. I might not be the right one, it might not be the right time, but there's something about us I've got to do, some kind of secret I will share with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hoy que no estás, yo voy a inventarme el final: tú regresabas y no nos separábamos más - es mi canción, no tengo que decir la verdad ;) - diré que me beses y al darte la mano oiremos violines y atardecerá. Así, cuando me entere que no estás aquí, al menos mi canción me dirá que sí... me dirá que sí, que te quedes! Me quedará solamente un pensamiento que también se irá y te cuento que en el viento flotará hoy que no estás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The evening was long, my guesses were true, you saw me see you. That something you said, the timing was right, the pleasure was mine. The time and the place, the look on your face, sincerest of eyes. If you're ready or not, the state of our hearts, there's no time to take... When we started, both brokenhearted, not believing it could begin and end in one evening. We were caught by the light, held on to the day, till it became ours. The minutes went by, the cab is outside, there's no time to take... When we parted, moving on, and believing it could begin and end in one evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough.  Song No. 1: "Millionare" - Plastilina Mosh. No. 2: "Something about us" - Daft Punk. No. 3: "Hoy que no estás" - Alejandro Sanz. No. 4: "One evening" - Feist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just wanted to write it down because I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I almost forgot... you can see the pictures from my journey &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/anamary.acosta/Scandinavia0808#"&gt;here :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-5818947185107014770?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5818947185107014770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=5818947185107014770' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5818947185107014770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5818947185107014770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/09/peligroso-pop.html' title='Peligroso Pop'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-5264503969899646047</id><published>2008-07-22T00:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:41:12.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They tried to make me go to rehab, I said yeah, yeah yeah...</title><content type='html'>Foot rehab of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SIV5K30nfdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QDeXirdbpSc/s1600-h/IMG070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SIV5K30nfdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QDeXirdbpSc/s320/IMG070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225716170323623378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today it's been a week since I broke incompletely 2 of my left foot bones and now I'm going to rehab so I get better sooner. I really hope to get better because there might be a chance of going to Norway still using crutches, so I'm doing all I can to recover. It's nice all the foot rehab process, first because they remove my glass fiber cast (by the way, I got that one cause it's lighter than the plaster one and fits better), then they put a very hot towel around my foot and remove it after 5 minutes. Just after that, I submerge my foot into water with ice, I actually like the feeling, reminds me our cold water university pool... :P After repeating the hot-cold process 5 times, I get little electroshocks on my foot and leg to contract the muscles since I haven't moved them. Another process consist of some sort of sock air machine which compresses the foot and releases it, and so on for a while. Finally, I have to lean my foot against a ball and do some little exercising.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the pictures of my foot rehab &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/anamary.acosta/FractuRata"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. There's not much to tell today, but I would appreciate if you recommend me music to download because there's still some room in my new iPod hehe, I want to get a protection case for it like &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/product/TQ917LL/A?n=ipodtouch1&amp;fnode=home/shop_ipod/ipod_accessories/cases&amp;mco=MzQ2MTA3&amp;s=topSellers"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, maybe in black, perhaps this week someone takes me to the mall or the local apple store :D &lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's late, I'm going to sleep now, good morning to everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-5264503969899646047?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5264503969899646047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=5264503969899646047' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5264503969899646047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/5264503969899646047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-tried-to-make-me-go-to-rehab-i.html' title='They tried to make me go to rehab, I said yeah, yeah yeah...'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SIV5K30nfdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QDeXirdbpSc/s72-c/IMG070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-6606984743218496247</id><published>2008-07-14T23:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:25:26.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractu-Rata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SHw0O6Nx8ZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Vvi4cD9GssE/s1600-h/IMG087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SHw0O6Nx8ZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Vvi4cD9GssE/s320/IMG087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223107098592801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today wasn't my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;First, the only exercise nobody could resolve and nobody wanted to be asked about, was the only problem to solve in today's electrodynamics exam... So after 3 hours of trying to solve it with different methods, time was over, being positive I wrote down everything I knew, so even without getting the right solution, I did a decent job. Then, I went to the store to add a prepaid card to my cell phone but there were none, so I bought prepaid credit in the ATM and then I tried to make a phone call but the credit was added by mistake to the number I used to have before the current one (I have to admit that I made that mistake, anyway :P). Then I took the bus, I was on my way home feeling really tired and planning to eat, sleep and then go swimming. So I got to my bus stop, and since most of the drivers here are completely careless, he didn't stop the bus properly, and when I was trying to get out of the bus, I slipped my foot and fell down on the street. Of course, the bus driver didn't stop, so I got help from one man who was passing by, and I was literally crying of pain. Then I wanted to call home, to ask someone to pick me up, and then I remembered I had no credit on my cell phone to call people. So I was lucky, and Gino was coming and he picked me up, and took me home, but I was still on pain, so they took me to the hospital... Then x-rays and suddenly I was told I have an incomplete bone fracture. So the doctor put my left foot in plaster and If I take care, they'll remove it in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SHw0kwUk6tI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hXyBF7AptH8/s1600-h/IMG085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SHw0kwUk6tI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hXyBF7AptH8/s320/IMG085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223107473894075090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really happy it wasn't a complete fracture cause then I would took longer and I'm flying away on August 9th.&lt;br /&gt;So these days I'll be having a different vacations concept :P in bed, watching tv, playing games and not moving too much... but hopefully I'll be fine and I hope you can come and visit since now it's very hard for me to go out, or if you can't visit, then chat with me and send me funny youtube links or stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those who doesn't know, my sister calls me Rata or Ratita because when I was born, my grandmother said I was as tiny as a rat :P and that's why I included Rata on the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-6606984743218496247?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/6606984743218496247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=6606984743218496247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6606984743218496247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6606984743218496247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/07/fractu-rata.html' title='Fractu-Rata'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/SHw0O6Nx8ZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Vvi4cD9GssE/s72-c/IMG087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-6832842281198047637</id><published>2008-07-13T03:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:57:09.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>It's really late, my sister came, so we all had "dinner" here and it took much longer than usual and now, instead of feeling sleepy, I feel like my brain was accelerated, and I'm not drunk nor caffeinated, I'm just too awake to sleep! Oh, by the way, I got a better hairstyle, cause the last time it was a disaster, so now, they cut it better and it's nice, it's getting long quickly, I'll try to post some pics on tuesday, because tomorrow I will be studying for my last exam of the semester, which is on Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mall today, and everything is on sale... holy crap, I got this deeply vain feeling of wanting to buy so many things, and at the same time, remembering that I have to save my money for the trip, so I didn't buy myself anything but sushi. But being positive, the money I was going to spend today buying clothes will be used for 0.8 breakfasts in Norway :P &lt;br /&gt;My sister is here now, she is even more accelerated than I am, asking my what am I doing and laughing, and since I'm not paying her too much attention, she's just left my room. Oh Jesus... her husband is in the next room and he's snoring :s this is when I remember the dark side of have them as couchsurfers :P&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll buy a melate lottery ticket, cross your fingers please cause you may get a souvenir from Dubai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough for tonight, I hope everyone to have sweet dreams, and the other ones who are already awake, to have sweet dreams too but this sunday night (now I am realizing my brain is tired and imagination has gone) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-6832842281198047637?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/6832842281198047637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=6832842281198047637' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6832842281198047637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6832842281198047637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/07/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-6715020530291814798</id><published>2008-07-09T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:47:15.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to get ready...</title><content type='html'>it's almost 9 and I have to get ready to present my thesis improvements exposition, to bring my work to the image processing professor, to prepare another exposition for friday, to, to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9NgXIkyiwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9NgXIkyiwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just go and have some breakfast :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549796125976579161-6715020530291814798?l=anamaryacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/6715020530291814798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549796125976579161&amp;postID=6715020530291814798' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6715020530291814798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549796125976579161/posts/default/6715020530291814798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamaryacosta.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-to-get-ready.html' title='I have to get ready...'/><author><name>Anamary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574599556111282906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXJTs4QP6_Y/Sp8ACA6sSoI/AAAAAAAAERc/WRSW57Nc8XY/S220/IMG_0662_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549796125976579161.post-4166111792653155665</id><published>2008-07-08T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:34:00.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I blogging?</title><content type='html'>I am not sure about it. First of all, I shouldn't be doing this right now... I still have a lot to do for tomorrow, like preparing my thesis exposition, or do my pending homework for tomorrow's image processing test... Anyway I think this is a little relaxing, but is this calm going to last? or am I going to be even more stressed after this, when I found out I've lost 20 minutes? who knows, let's give this a shot.  By the way, if for some miracle, a matlab expert reads this soon, please send me an email or something :P I feel like needing help with part of my homework. &lt;div&gt;However, it is nice to think that this is going to be over in one week, and that finally I'm going to enjoy some vacations, and it's even better to think that in one month, I will be getting ready to fly to Norway the next day :) but it gets a little bad again when I remember I have to go to the dentist next week hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now I am ready to study and go back to homework... 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