<?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-30609511</id><updated>2011-09-04T13:07:41.570-07:00</updated><category term='Changes'/><category term='going crazy'/><category term='intrapersonal communicaton'/><category term='Favorite words'/><category term='self talking'/><title type='text'>Mac's weird world</title><subtitle type='html'>Creativity is not my thing, have fun!.
Mac.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-647505820898253948</id><published>2009-04-22T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:56:32.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harto de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentarme, de explicar en que trabajo, de dónde vengo, a dónde voy, a qué vine, qué hago aquí, porque sigo aquí, si hago deporte, sino hago. Socializar se me hace más cabrón cada vez, o será que me he vuelto huevón para socializar. O es que me da hueva socializar con gente que sé que en algún momento dado se va a ir de Frankfurt? (Cómo yo, eventualmente). No sé, últimamente me he vuelto medio grinch para esto de la socializada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otros temas. Pienso mudarme! Ese es oooootro increíble pedo aquí en Alemania. Supongo que en parte porque no soy alemán está ligeramente (jajaja) más difícil conseguir depa. Cómo quiera los intentos se hacen. El proceso es igual de hueva: Internet, telefonear, citas, visitas, más Internet, más visitas y una que otra mentira blanca. Espero que esto tenga un final feliz. Por lo menos mis rumis me caen súper bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo bueno. El sol ha espantado a las nubes! Así que me pondré MAS negro de lo que estoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asocial-Moving Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-647505820898253948?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/647505820898253948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=647505820898253948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/647505820898253948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/647505820898253948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2009/04/harto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-2045687386825596598</id><published>2008-02-21T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:41:51.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unwanted pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mosquito in my room, very annoying guy. At the moment he is so full of me that I’ve decided to call him “Mauro the fourth” (I’m Mauro the third). OK, the point is that since a couple of days I haven’t heard him around the room. Probably is so full that he can barely move OR he exploded somewhere. I miss the buzzzz in my ears at 3 in the morning, where are you Mauro IV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet-less Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-2045687386825596598?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/2045687386825596598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=2045687386825596598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/2045687386825596598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/2045687386825596598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2008/02/unwanted-pets-i-have-mosquito-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-7732639757133713918</id><published>2008-01-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:01:22.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're one, But we're not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve got this exercise from a friend. The point is to answer the questions with songs’ names or songs’ phrases from your favorite band. I did it using U2.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you a guy or a girl? One man washed on an empty beach&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: I know I got black eyes&lt;br /&gt;How do the people around you feel? With or without you&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel? Stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;How do you describe your last relationship? I have kissed honey lips&lt;br /&gt;Describe your actual relationship: Nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to be right now? Window in the skies&lt;br /&gt;How are you regarding love? I know I'm not a hopeless case&lt;br /&gt;How's your life? You’re on the road but you’ve got no destination&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask if you had just one wish? What I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Write a famous quote: sometimes you can make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye now: After the flood all the colors came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing-mind Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-7732639757133713918?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/7732639757133713918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=7732639757133713918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7732639757133713918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7732639757133713918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2008/01/saints-are-coming-ive-got-this-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-919496828421378515</id><published>2007-12-26T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:58:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“For some of us, life must be lived to be learned”  - Mark Geldman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People says: “Things happen for a reason”. These people are extremely wise because they accept things as they are. Unfortunately, I’m not part of this selected club. I am still trying to understand why things happen and the truth is: I can’t. At least not right now. I believe that these “things” that happen are directly related with our actions/decisions. It’s hard to take responsibility for our own actions; it’s always easy to blame others for our decisions. Accountability is not easy to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe in a greater force but I also believe that we have the power to shape our destiny. I believe that no matter how casual or unplanned a situation is, we always have the power to do the right thing. We can always say "yes" or "no", and this decision will affect our and other people's future. Then, after a while, we’ll see the results and we have to accept them because “Things happen for a reason” and the truth is that we create these “things” and it is just a matter of time before we can understand what’s happening and why they are happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someday I will be able to understand why things happen and, only time will tell before I'll be able to do it. But until that day, I am simply asking for patience and wisdom. I am trying to live the present; to see that life is not what I thought it was; to shape a new future; to accept things as they are and not as I want them to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patience and wisdom are the only things I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Underconstructionmac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-919496828421378515?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/919496828421378515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=919496828421378515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/919496828421378515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/919496828421378515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-some-of-us-life-must-be-lived-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-7331966614597428741</id><published>2007-10-25T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T04:56:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;esperanza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. f. Estado del ánimo en el cual se nos presenta como posible lo que deseamos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. f. Mat. Valor medio de una variable aleatoria o de una distribución de probabilidad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. f. Rel. En la doctrina cristiana, virtud teologal por la que se espera que Dios dé los bienes que ha prometido. &lt;a href="http://www.rae.es/"&gt;www.rae.es&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope –noun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. a particular instance of this feeling: the hope of winning.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. grounds for this feeling in a particular instance: There is little or no hope of his recovery.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. a person or thing in which expectations are centered: The medicine was her last hope.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. something that is hoped for: Her forgiveness is my constant hope.   –verb (used with object) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. to believe, desire, or trust: I hope that my work will be satisfactory.   –verb (used without object) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. to feel that something desired may happen: We hope for an early spring.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Archaic. to place trust; rely (usually fol. by in).   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. hope against hope, to continue to hope, although the outlook does not warrant it: We are hoping against hope for a change in her condition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hopeful mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-7331966614597428741?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/7331966614597428741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=7331966614597428741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7331966614597428741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7331966614597428741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/10/esperanza.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-3638138264079309472</id><published>2007-10-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:00:57.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayer fué uno de los días más largos de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msrz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-3638138264079309472?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/3638138264079309472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=3638138264079309472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/3638138264079309472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/3638138264079309472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/10/ayer-fu-uno-de-los-das-ms-largos-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-8067142360921556434</id><published>2007-09-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:29:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have done very stupid decisions in the past. I apologize to all the people I’ve hurt directly or indirectly.  Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-8067142360921556434?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/8067142360921556434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=8067142360921556434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/8067142360921556434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/8067142360921556434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-i-have-done-very-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-5930709939482274164</id><published>2007-06-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:55:17.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4j4E1fItuCU/RmwQoa4OjYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/imo8vpUrUKU/s1600-h/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074449166735674754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4j4E1fItuCU/RmwQoa4OjYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/imo8vpUrUKU/s320/hamburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4j4E1fItuCU/RmwQSq4OjXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Wa_idNteADo/s1600-h/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems that protesting makes hungry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/politik/deutschland/0,1518,486346,00.html"&gt;http://www.spiegel.de/politik/deutschland/0,1518,486346,00.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn’t find the new in English language, but it is about the g8 protest in Rostock. It seems that the protesters were making a short stop in some fast food chains before going and protest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guten Appetit!&lt;br /&gt;Big Mac &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture: &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4j4E1fItuCU/RmwQSq4OjXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Wa_idNteADo/s1600-h/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;www.marions-kochbuch.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-5930709939482274164?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/5930709939482274164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=5930709939482274164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/5930709939482274164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/5930709939482274164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-seems-that-protesting-makes-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4j4E1fItuCU/RmwQoa4OjYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/imo8vpUrUKU/s72-c/hamburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-1136154386392656280</id><published>2007-05-24T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:42:51.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honesty at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who sits next to me is finally working! I thought this day would never come!. Oh!, he stops again, at least he is honest, he doesn’t pretend “to be working” like others here, he just says “let’s see what is happening in the world” and surfs in internet to see local and international news and the weather. I am always informed thanks to him, thank you my colleague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone like this at your place of work? Are you this guy in your office? People should be thankful to you guys, I am! The problem is that I cannot say that directly, but I find this post as the best way to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-1136154386392656280?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/1136154386392656280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=1136154386392656280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/1136154386392656280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/1136154386392656280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/05/honesty-at-work-guy-who-sits-next-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-8846015474445078650</id><published>2007-05-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:20:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you feel like operatin’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.10mg.nl/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.10mg.nl/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-8846015474445078650?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/8846015474445078650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=8846015474445078650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/8846015474445078650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/8846015474445078650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-feel-like-operatin-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-7595087145491186844</id><published>2007-05-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:21:27.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrapersonal communicaton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self talking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you talkin’ to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I talk to myself … heeeyyy don’t judge me! How often do you sick bastards talk to yourselves!? Ah?! Tell me the truth! Think about it! … And then say what you have to say…to yourselves, or leave me a post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, I do this and all the time, it doesn’t matter if I’m on my way to the work, brushing my teeth, watching a movie, walking, in front of my computer, etc… I usually do this on silence, but sometimes (usually when there is people around) I do this in a not so quiet way, but It is unconscious! Then I realize that I was having my conversation in the wrong decibel level. But don’t misinterpret this, I don’t shout my thoughts, it is more less like mumbling my thoughts, in any case, the people look at me with the “are you ok?” face and then I need to ask if the bus just passed, what time is it, or something, anything! So they don’t think I am crazy self talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory about why I do speak with myself; this involves the people around me. I don’t know why but I am like a magnet for the I-can-not-stop-talking-people, yes, I blame you people! Most of the time the conversations between me and someone are like monologs with small interventions from my side like “aha”, “mh”, “and then?”, “I see”, “what are you going to do?”, “see you later” and so on. The bad part is that I believe these people needs to be listened and at some point I just loose my attention (after five or six seconds) and I just do the mh, aha part and think another stuff, like day-dreaming, what I’m going to have for dinner, why he use that horrible tie, don’t you see I’m in a hurry?, are those real? etc.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have no chance to talk… but with myself! The bad part is that my conversations are short and everything but interesting… for example I had this conversation today:&lt;br /&gt;Me: do you think that talking to yourself it’s stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Myself: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think is not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There is no point in discussing with myself!. Either I’m always going to agree with me or going nowhere!, Then maybe, just maybe it is stupid to have a conversation between me and myself… so… I have made some research to see if I am going crazy or I’m just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_to_yourself"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_to_yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happens that not, I am not crazy… I’m just having “intrapersonal communication”, this sounds cool and it is good enough for me. But I you feel that this talking to yourself it is weird or want to do something about it. I recommend these two possibilities between the 245,000 results google just found for “talking to yourself”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could use this talking to yourself as therapy! Man, this sounds great!!! The thing that you tought was “driving you insane” could actually help you to find the path to yourself and making you a better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpyourselftherapy.com/topics/selftalk.html"&gt;http://www.helpyourselftherapy.com/topics/selftalk.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could use hypnosis if you want to stop talking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hypnotictapes.com/transcript/general/TS-STOP_TALKING_TO_YOURSELF.shtml"&gt;http://www.hypnotictapes.com/transcript/general/TS-STOP_TALKING_TO_YOURSELF.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I could try the second one, my conversations are sooo boring and short… I don’t gain any knowledge and I always agree with myself in some point… what is that for a conversation!. On the other hand sometimes it is funny to talk with myself… perhaps I’m going to keep this habit for a while and who knows maybe I’m helping me (and myself)!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self talker Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-7595087145491186844?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/7595087145491186844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=7595087145491186844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7595087145491186844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/7595087145491186844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-talkin-to-me-sometimes-i-talk_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-3017999755941723280</id><published>2007-04-26T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:02:18.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update in progess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leka nosht!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-3017999755941723280?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/3017999755941723280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=3017999755941723280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/3017999755941723280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/3017999755941723280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-in-progess.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-1870542647138296369</id><published>2007-03-30T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:37:12.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this topic is a very common one, but I though it is worth to write about it, changes are happening and are everywhere, of course the spotlighted change is the climate change, but I am a little bit too much egocentric to write about it, and, any way, there is a lot of people writing about it, so let’s talk about the recent changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved from Berlin after one and a half year. I miss Berlin so much, the city it’s incredible, any way, now I live in Frankfurt am Main (the one with the big airport), there is other Frankfurt in Germany, “Frankfurt Oder”, it seems that Germans are not very creative in respect to city names. Well, Frankfurt is a nice city but I think my love for Berlin will last forever. Anyway, the change is good, I don’t know so many people here but the guys at the company (I am doing an internship) are nice and the cafeteria food it is eatable. The name of the company is Lurgi, and it is on the Construction business, I am learning a lot, it is completely different to my previous experience. The German is getting better, but I noticed that my grammar sucks, anyway is good enough to understand them and to express my opinions, but I try to keep my mouth shut most of the time, something I have learned with personal experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s keep the change subject, I am not a student any more, well, theoretically speaking, I am a student since I have not get my degree and I am enrolled at university, but I am not attending lectures any more. I think I like some parts of this change, the part I like is that I feel useful when I work (and I get some money), the bad part, I miss those Wednesdays or Thursdays when I woke up at 10 am… yeah, I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary as I tough, there are not so many changes on the work environment area. I blame globalization for this. There is the guy who complains for everything, the hard-working guy, the this-is-not-my-job guy, the guy that has nothing to do, the “funny” guy, the experienced one, the new one (that would be me), the boss, the boss of the boss, etc. changes seems not to apply on working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding to sentimental life, there has been as well changes, I am learning from those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I like changes, now that I have learned that they are good since they help you to adapt and discover new things, this is my favourite part, the discovering of new stuff that has always been there but I never noticed it! and I like that I am able to see it now. Of course I like to keep everything under control, but when the change comes, I will face it and learn from it. I am sure something is right now changing in your life; I hope you can see the good part on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like washing dishes or ironing, I think that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever-changing Mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-1870542647138296369?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/1870542647138296369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=1870542647138296369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/1870542647138296369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/1870542647138296369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/03/changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-4355945941267745127</id><published>2007-01-26T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:22:16.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite words'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favorite words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was posible thanks to the inspiration found in another blog &lt;a href="http://tedeguarana.blogspot.com/"&gt;(lilith)&lt;/a&gt;, where the author mentions her favorite word, at the end she asks which would be our favorite words, here I answer that question, my favorite German words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to make clear that, I came to Germany just to make more money once I get back to Mexico, but anyway I like German language, cause it is in some way very different to Spanish or English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German is flexible, as I saw in one class, we can “invent” words, and the best is, that they make sense! z.B. “Buchdeckel” will be in English “cover book”, or “book cover” but never “bookcover” or “coverbook”, that makes no sense. This is a silly example, there is more complex words of course. Anyway I think German words are shorter (some), save time and people understand what you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German is exact... if someone is not your friend, you call him/her exactly what he/she is to you. Let me explain this, in Mexican culture when you introduce someone, usually we say he/she is our “friend” and you don even know the name, cause you are together in one lecture, and you don’t see him/her in a month. Well, this embarrassing situation in Germany is completely different. you can say he/she is “ein Bekannte/in” which means “I have seen this guy/girl once, but we are not friends” the same applys to Kommilitione “fellow student”; Praktikant, “Intern”; Mitschüler, “fellow student”; Mitarbeiter, “work fellow”; Mitbewohner “roommate” and so on... as you can see German solves the conflict of human relations, defining the exact word for anyone without hurting anyone’s feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thinking in favorite words, maybe will be one that i think i’ll never forget, cause it was repeated like 30 thousand times in a internship interview “(die) &lt;a href="http://dict.leo.org/ende?lp=ende&amp;p=/oHL..&amp;amp;search=R%FCckverfolgbarkeit"&gt;Rückverfolgbarkeit&lt;/a&gt;”, it was until I went home and look in the dict.leo.com that I was able to understand the meaning, “traceability”. In spanish will be “Rastreabilidad”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other one, the ubiquitous (sometimes not so ubiquitous) “bitte”=please, you can fix almost every question in order to avoid any misunderstanding, just if you put a “bitte” at the end. Bitte do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doch”… that has a special place in my Hearth … usually one can use this word to answer positively a negative question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Genau”, the translation is EXACTLY! But if you said the word at loud sounds like it is suppose to sound or not??? GENAU you got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ach so”, Germans love this pair of words it is useful to express that you have (or pretend that you have) understood some concept or the point of view of other person. But you have to say it with style… something like “Ajjjj sooooo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more words, I think… and I have a lot to do… see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit ostberlinischen Gruessen!&lt;br /&gt;Mac... wordy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-4355945941267745127?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/4355945941267745127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=4355945941267745127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/4355945941267745127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/4355945941267745127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2007/01/favorite-words-this-post-was-posible.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116240874901636686</id><published>2006-11-01T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:39:17.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ñoñometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter was very, very, very cold, so in order to dress me properly for the weather, I used to quickly open the window and “feel” with my hand the outside temperature and the wind factor. Based on my “handmometer” I decided if it was enough to wear a sweater, jacket or a coat, scarf and coat, gloves…ok you got the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I decided that I don’t wanna freeze my hand anymore and just decided that one thermometer outside the window will be enough…since it is outside, the wind factor will also influence the thermometer (clever, ah!?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a brilliant idea. But when I told my girlfriend, she just laugh of me. I ask why… she told me I was a ñoño (this is pronounced in English as nionio) for doing that… I think the most appropriate translation will be “nerd”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still think it is a good idea… and I baptized the thermometer as “ñoñometer” the scale is given in ñons, symbol “ñ”, which has the same scale (coincidently) like the Celcius… so… it is very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Porky the pig used to say: that´s all folks!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mit berlinischen Gruessen,&lt;br /&gt;Mac…ñoñ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116240874901636686?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116240874901636686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116240874901636686' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116240874901636686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116240874901636686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/11/oometer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116202740059020387</id><published>2006-10-28T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:30:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El Robo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer llegué a las 6pm a la Gemaeldegallerie para ver si alcanzaba a entrar a ver una exposición de Rembrandt, total que el museo cierra a las 6 y creo que por eso soñé con el museo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total que soñé que iba a robar un museo (uno, el que sea…) , en compañía de un primo (El Negro). Nuestro automóvil para el robo era un bocho, es decir Volkswagen Sedan el modelo seria como 96 o parecido. El bocho era robado, por alguna razón debía ser robado y no propio. Entramos en una discusión del porque estábamos robando el museo y usando coches usados (y viejos) ya que yo quería robarlo pero en un coche nuevo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi primo me explico que los ladrones no roban coches nuevos (o sea en el sueño, sabemos que la realidad es otra) solo usados y ya después esos coches los usan para asaltar o robar pero jamás usan coches nuevos. Bueno por alguna razón le creí y total que teníamos un “Socio mafioso” y “Al Pacino” era subordinado del nuestro socio, era su mano derecha, en eso pues íbamos en el bocho, se me olvidó mencionar que el chapulín colorado era el chofer del bocho, bueno, prosigo con el relato. El bocho era como limosina porque íbamos sentados de frente a frente (mencioné que mis sueños son raros?)  Y el socio nos quería matar... claro para quedarse con todo, como buen mafioso. En eso pues le da la orden a Al Pacino de que nos matara, el guey (Al Pacino) saca una pistola y nos apunta… y lentamente se voltea contra su jefe y le apunta… y pues la clásica escena de “qué pedo?, qué haces?, nunca nadie me ha traicionado?” y le responde “es que nunca me habían llegado al precio y siempre hay una primera vez!” y que se lo echa! Estuvo muy de película esa parte del sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno total que no robamos nada y regresamos a casa en Metro… y me bajé en la estación zoológico (estación de metro de acá) y de ahí me fui a mi casa… Zoo queda a 1hr de mi casa… no se porqué me bajé ahí! Es todo lo que recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis sueños me están decepcionando, desde que los comencé a escribir como que no están tan fumados, pero bueno a ver si mañana tengo algo mejor para escribir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac...thief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116202740059020387?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116202740059020387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116202740059020387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116202740059020387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116202740059020387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-robo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116193756486062688</id><published>2006-10-27T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:30:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mis estándares de sueños, ayer soñé bastante normal. Soñé que volaba, pero eso lo sueño seguido, lo cagado es que esta vez pues soñé que igual volaba pero seguía las rutas de las calles y pues que en un crucero, me encontré a otro guey volando jajajaj y así como que nos cedimos el paso y nos felicitamos porque podíamos volar, jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah otra cosa interesante era que tenia que volar pegado a los edificios porque como que si me descontrolaba o algo, por lo menos tenia la cornisa para agarrarme de ella, muy astuto, ah!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total que llegue a mi casa en Veracruz, estaba volando en una ciudad con edificios altos pero al final de alguna forma llegué a mi casa en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81lamo_%28Veracruz%29" target="_blank"&gt;Álamo, Veracruz&lt;/a&gt;. Ciudad que no se caracteriza por sus altos edificios sino por que hay mas cantinas que escuelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah y soñé que un tipo como que se me quedo viendo feo en Veracruz (con ojos de pistola, como dijera mi tía Cata) y bueno era mas alto y estaba gordo y mi sentido común me dijo sutilmente que sería una estupidez ponerme al brinco… así que use otro “don” que tenía en el sueño, la telequinesis, resulta que aparte de volar podía mover objetos… así es... telequinetico el muchacho… y así como que lo moví y lo puse a media calle, pero pues el no sabía que era yo, y ya como que nomás se espantó y se fué… y ya no me acuerdo que más soñé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac… flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Estaría chido que dejaran un comentario… ya quité el detalle de que tenías que ser usuario registrado parar poder dejarlo, así que ya no hay pretexto, cualquiera puede dejar commments. Saludos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116193756486062688?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116193756486062688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116193756486062688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116193756486062688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116193756486062688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-vuelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116188805059279951</id><published>2006-10-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:40:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La planta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tiempo que quiero comprar una planta para sembrar unos chiles que me traje de México, creo que eso fue el detonante de mi sueño de ayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé que tenia una planta, no una planta cualquiera... era una de esas plantas &lt;a href="http://www.bestcarnivorousplants.com/" target="_blank"&gt;carnívoras&lt;/a&gt;, pero más rápida y podía moverse dentro de su maceta… el movimiento era posible debido a que mi hermano la había regado con café y en lugar de azúcar le había puesto esteroides al café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno total que la planta era medio brava, era como una “planta-perro” porque entendía por su nombre y como que cuidaba la casa. Resulta que estaba jugando con mi planta y que me muerde un dedo… no lo podía tragar ya que solo tragaba moscas, mosquitos, arañas, cosas pequeñas pues. Después de un rato de forcejear y de que no me soltaba mi dedo… apareció un letrero (en el aire) de esos de Windows de “para liberar el dedo haga click en “liberar” sino en “cancelar”… bueno total que hice click (con mi mano libre) en “liberar” y ya me dejo libre y pues el dedo sano y salvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que el mensaje es que no siembre mi planta de chiles... pero aún con este sueño revelador, buscaré una maceta e intentaré sembrar mis chiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac…plant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116188805059279951?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116188805059279951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116188805059279951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116188805059279951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116188805059279951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-planta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116176843088370928</id><published>2006-10-25T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:30:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El baile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer soñé que hubo un festival de baile en algún lugar del mundo y que yo estuve presente. Había muchísima gente, era como un concierto pero era festival de baile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por algún motivo invitaron a la gente que quisiera bailar al escenario… yo como persona proactiva levanté la mano y subí a bailar… y creo que cante un poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno total que dentro del sueño al día siguiente tenia yo clases, (estudio actualmente maestría pero por alguna razón me encontraba yo en la secundaria) y de repente que llega el maestro, como cualquier clase normal y nos dice que el salón había sido “penalizado” por que alguien del salón (yo) había bailado en el festival del día anterior… “chale!” pensé, creo que n habré bailado muy bien que digamos… guey, para que hayan penalizado a todo el salón algo muy feo debí de haber hecho, total me resigné.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno resulto que un guey que es alemán (curiosamente habló en alemán pero todos entendimos, a pesar que la clase era en México) que estaba conmigo en clase reclamo, que porque todos, si nomás un guey había sido el que protagonista del show… jajaja bueno pues total que ya al final me encontraba solamente yo castigado… junto con otros 3 o 4 gentes de otros salones, aparentemente también habían bailado o hecho un performance desastroso, jajaja,. Ah, el castigo era recoger papeles tirados del patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sueño estuvo tranquilo, me desperté y me reí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac…dancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116176843088370928?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116176843088370928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116176843088370928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116176843088370928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116176843088370928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-baile-ayer-so-que-hubo-un-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116169546846209215</id><published>2006-10-24T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:14:34.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señoras y Señores... o lo que sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decidido compartir mis sueños... no los sueños como tener un Audi A8, casa en Mallorca, un millón de euros, etc. sino los sueños que tengo cuando duermo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si caray, he decidido hacer esto porque realmente están súper viajadísimos... y aclaro que i´m clean! so no hay razón para soñar tan loco... pero aún así sueño de lo mas loco que se puedan imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy comenzare solo por contar los títulos de futuros relatos... una vez soñé que era Jesucristo, otra Spiderman, otra simplemente que volaba, hoy por ejemplo soñé que una ardilla estaba en la ventana de mi cuarto, se metía... a pesar que yo le tiraba almohadazos y llegaba hasta mi cama... yo al contrario de espantarme, la abrace (como a un mono de peluche) y de repente se convertía en la flaca (hablaremos de ella en futuros relatos) y total... ese sueño estuvo leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que soy mercenario a sueldo, que mato zombies, soñé incluso una vez degollé a un niño (aclaro que era un niño-zombie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta aquí por hoy. Tengo que traducir mi CV para empezar z buscar chamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac...Trio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116169546846209215?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116169546846209215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116169546846209215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116169546846209215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116169546846209215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/sueos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116092923979293997</id><published>2006-10-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:20:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116092923979293997?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116092923979293997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116092923979293997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116092923979293997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116092923979293997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-getting-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-116069307007700277</id><published>2006-10-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:44:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No más".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esas fueron las palabras que me dieron directamente en el corazón. Con todo lo que ellas implican: no más, no más llamadas, recados, correos, mensajes, platicas, abrazos, besos, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero lloriquear en este blog, pero como nadie, o casi nadie me lee, pues que más da. La verdad es que me siento de la madre, siento que perdí lo mejor que he tenido en esta vida. Porque?, por imbecíl. Si porque fui un imbecíl, tenía todo en ella. Obviamente esto paso por algo, verdad?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas cosas no pasan asi "solitas" y pues ahora estoy recibiendo el cambio, que feo se siente. Es como si me hubieran arrancado una parte muy pero muy mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento agotado, triste, pero en cierta forma tranquilo (o me quiero engañar a mi mismo haciendome creer que me siento asi). Bien dicen la esperanza muere al último.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que tomarás la decisión más adecuada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por todo lo que me diste. Espero que coincidamos de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Schwarzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-116069307007700277?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/116069307007700277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=116069307007700277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116069307007700277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/116069307007700277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609511.post-115386051307122750</id><published>2006-07-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:48:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memorizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El diccionario de la Real Academia Española lo define como, “Fijar algo en la memoria”.&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo defino como el método de estudio Alemán. Aquí no importa si tú comprendes el concepto del tema que estés estudiando, debes de saberlo de memoria. ¿Porqué?, “ah, es que es mas fácil de calificar” esa fue la respuesta a mi pregunta, de acuerdo a uno de los asistentes de los profesores que me dan clases. Que respuesta mas pendeja!, pensé en un principio… pero después de analizarlo, se me hizo bastante lógico. Digo si yo estuviera en su lugar no me gustaría pasar en primer lugar horas descifrando la letra del estudiante y en segundo tratar de ver si en toda la palabrería escrita se encuentra la definición que se estaba preguntando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de pensar que aunque voy a pasar lo exámenes, el hecho de memorizar no quiere decir que comprenda lo que he estudiado, y que pasados tres o cuatro meses después que no lleve la materia, seguramente algo se quedara ahí, en algún lugar de mi cerebro, como un hecho más en mi memoria. Lo cual se me hace chido, aunque dudo que alguien en el trabajo me vaya a pedir en medio de una junta de proyecto mencionar los pasos de desarrollo de un producto y que incluya al menos 5 ejemplos de por cada paso. Aaaaagghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que quede claro que estoy de acuerdo en memorizar, siempre y cuando se comprenda el concepto. Pero en lo que no estoy de acuerdo es en la cantidad a memorizar, 800 slides que tuve que estudiar para mi examen de Tecnología de Producción (que por cierto, no sé si pasé, espero que si porque no quiero pasar otros 5 días enclaustrado en el cuarto), las 300 slides de Systematic Product Development, y las otras 600 u 700 slides de Global Production Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante las ultimas dos semanas solo he salido del depa a comprar comida y a respirar aire fresco, esto ultimo de “salir a respirar aire fresco” es meramente un pretexto para salirme del depa, la verdad que es que corre muy bien el aire aquí en el cuarto. Por cierto creo que ya comienzo a ver atractiva la lámpara que tengo al lado del escritorio, es delgada, pero la neta no me gusta el color gris metálico, lástima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, esto de fijar algo en la memoria es difícil cuando se tiene lo que se llama memoria de pescado… o síndrome de Mauro Perez, no puedo recordar con quien hable el día de ayer (u el día de hoy) y quieren que memorice cientos de slides, JA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorizar… solo puedo decir, deséenme suerte. Danke im Voraus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30609511-115386051307122750?l=mauroperezg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/feeds/115386051307122750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30609511&amp;postID=115386051307122750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/115386051307122750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30609511/posts/default/115386051307122750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauroperezg.blogspot.com/2006/07/memorizar-el-diccionario-de-la-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145931991284857344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
