<?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-7880933876778680592</id><updated>2011-08-10T06:12:37.687+09:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Cartas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5838762661985080788</id><published>2010-11-11T22:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:32:12.869+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre Cesàro</title><content type='html'>Aprendí sumación de Cesàro en una clase de análisis. El profesor la llamó "Cesàro sum" y me gustó el sonido de esta palabra. Pero en la clase de la siguiente semana dijo "Cerosa sum" muchas veces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5838762661985080788?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5838762661985080788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5838762661985080788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/11/aprendi-sumacion-de-cesaro-en-una-clase.html' title='Pobre Cesàro'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5791038225426473325</id><published>2010-10-02T01:05:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:54:16.767+09:00</updated><title type='text'>El origen</title><content type='html'>Alcohol, algodón, almacén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un libro dice que "al" es un artículo determinado del árabe. Hay muchos sustantivos españoles que empiezan con "al" porque los españoles tomaron palabras del árabe coloquialmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algodón se dice en italiano cotone y en frances coton. Si quitas "al" a algodón se parece a los otros dos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5791038225426473325?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5791038225426473325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5791038225426473325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/10/alcohol-algodon-almacen.html' title='El origen'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-640197732279309197</id><published>2010-09-23T16:04:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:59:46.582+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Estaba felicísimo con la silla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TJsA61ycrII/AAAAAAAAANM/PIV3mdjwe30/s1600/Con_750_mil_yenes"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520006779143761026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TJsA61ycrII/AAAAAAAAANM/PIV3mdjwe30/s320/Con_750_mil_yenes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas son sillas valiosas diseñadas por un arquitecto estadounidense. El guía dijo que cada una valía a 250 mil yenes. No sé por qué yo reía tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-640197732279309197?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/640197732279309197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/640197732279309197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/09/estaba-felicisimo-con-la-silla.html' title='Estaba felicísimo con la silla'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TJsA61ycrII/AAAAAAAAANM/PIV3mdjwe30/s72-c/Con_750_mil_yenes' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8555002413020875202</id><published>2010-07-02T23:37:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:53:05.792+09:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Atrápalos ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC39RdOkhiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1mJK6_f8M28/s1600/Tipo_el%C3%A9ctirico"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489321997179848226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC39RdOkhiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1mJK6_f8M28/s320/Tipo_el%C3%A9ctirico" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya conseguí Larousse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8555002413020875202?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8555002413020875202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8555002413020875202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/07/atrapalos-ya.html' title='¡Atrápalos ya!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC39RdOkhiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1mJK6_f8M28/s72-c/Tipo_el%C3%A9ctirico' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1358431854612762075</id><published>2010-07-01T23:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:36:24.650+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC35WwNTHWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1Ehc2pMDuZo/s1600/Pan_bonito_con_cordero_asado"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489317690127621474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC35WwNTHWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1Ehc2pMDuZo/s320/Pan_bonito_con_cordero_asado" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compré pan con cordero asado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1358431854612762075?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1358431854612762075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1358431854612762075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/07/pan-bonito.html' title='Pan bonito'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TC35WwNTHWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1Ehc2pMDuZo/s72-c/Pan_bonito_con_cordero_asado' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5642244745312606586</id><published>2010-06-30T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T03:51:29.889+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi profesor me regaló alga marina como recuerdo del viaje a Corea. Lo preveía porque es un recuerdo típico de Corea. Pero no puedo imaginar cuál es el recuerdo de India adonde va a ir la proxima vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5642244745312606586?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5642244745312606586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5642244745312606586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/07/mi-profesor-me-regalo-alga-marina-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8111091323118342004</id><published>2010-06-24T22:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:05:52.171+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo una ampolla en el pulgar porque toqué el bajo demasido ayer. Me duele tanto que no puedo tocar hoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8111091323118342004?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8111091323118342004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8111091323118342004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/tengo-una-ampolla-en-el-pulgar-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2697463844438891128</id><published>2010-06-18T23:55:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:50:52.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Orina puede ser limpia</title><content type='html'>Ví un video de una tribu africana. Ellos viven con muchos toros donde hay poca agua. Cuando se levantan en la mañana, primero se lavan la cara con orina de toros. Para ellos es un sustituto de agua, que es preciosa . Me di cuenta de que el criterio de limpieza y suciedad también depende de culturas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2697463844438891128?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2697463844438891128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2697463844438891128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/orina-limpia.html' title='Orina puede ser limpia'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6235941125194028184</id><published>2010-06-13T22:49:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:03:32.585+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Análisis convexo y teoría de optimización</title><content type='html'>Es un tema de mi estudio. Según mi profesor, sirve para refrenar costos que dependen de muchos factores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6235941125194028184?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6235941125194028184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6235941125194028184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/analisis-convexo-y-teoria-de.html' title='Análisis convexo y teoría de optimización'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2650242524338790015</id><published>2010-06-06T03:01:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:39:15.664+09:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Ojalá no pase lo mismo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TA-i77eWTtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bptnzJ5O30E/s1600/Lavadora_con_el_alambre"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480778421994147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TA-i77eWTtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bptnzJ5O30E/s320/Lavadora_con_el_alambre" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traté de reparar la lavadora porque se oía un ruido extraño siempre que se centrifugaba la ropa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando la desarmaba, se cayó un destornillador dentro de la lavadora. Esa lavadora consistía en dos partes, que eran una caja cuadrada y una parte cilíndrica para meter la ropa, y el cilindro estaba colgado dentro de la caja con cuatro barras. El destornillador se cayó abajo de ese cilindro colgado. Estaba fuera del alcance y me parecía imposible recogerlo. Finalmente decidí a desarmar más y tardé 20 minutos sólo para recoger el destornillador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora la lavadora funciona bien. No había tantos problemas después de conseguir el destornillador. Pero si tuviera más cuidado, terminaría la reparación rápida y fácilmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2650242524338790015?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2650242524338790015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2650242524338790015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/trate-de-reparar-la-lavadora-porque-se.html' title='¡Ojalá no pase lo mismo!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TA-i77eWTtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bptnzJ5O30E/s72-c/Lavadora_con_el_alambre' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2409329727418531090</id><published>2010-06-03T02:32:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:30:28.164+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Vete a la merda</title><content type='html'>Encontré un disco de hardcore brasileño. Esa banda se llama Merda.&lt;br /&gt;Merda debe ser mierda en español.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2409329727418531090?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2409329727418531090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2409329727418531090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/vi-un-disco-de-una-banda-de-hardcore.html' title='Vete a la merda'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4916479942904136856</id><published>2010-06-02T22:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:11:51.737+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TAaQOY5wyPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bHAXX9xaAkk/s1600/L%C3%ADnea_de_Ome"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478224573620078834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TAaQOY5wyPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bHAXX9xaAkk/s320/L%C3%ADnea_de_Ome" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trenes que son un poco pequeños pasan cerca del cementerio de mi abuelo. Cuando mi sobrina los saludó agitando la mano, siempre contestaron con el silbato de alarma. Los conductores son amables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4916479942904136856?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4916479942904136856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4916479942904136856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/06/los-trenes-un-poco-pequenos-pasan-cerca.html' title=''/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/TAaQOY5wyPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bHAXX9xaAkk/s72-c/L%C3%ADnea_de_Ome' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8887250352311086044</id><published>2010-05-01T11:11:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:33:59.630+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chusma Chusma</title><content type='html'>Soñé con Carlos Villagrán.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8887250352311086044?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8887250352311086044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8887250352311086044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/05/sone-con-carlos-villagran.html' title='Chusma Chusma'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7617271309817655171</id><published>2010-04-29T22:13:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:25:49.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Megaminx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9uAlabY-OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YSTQn_jRCBo/s1600/Megaminx"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466103952981948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9uAlabY-OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YSTQn_jRCBo/s320/Megaminx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un rompecabezas de dodecaedro que se llama Megaminx. Se puede considerar cada movimiento de los rompecabezas tridimensionales como mapping. Como Megaminx y cubo de Rubik tienen casi misma forma localmente, se pueden usar algunos mappings de cubo de Rubik para solucionar Megaminx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7617271309817655171?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7617271309817655171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7617271309817655171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/es-una-rompecabezas-de-dodecaedro.html' title='Megaminx'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9uAlabY-OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YSTQn_jRCBo/s72-c/Megaminx' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8025566317530207776</id><published>2010-04-26T23:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:11:44.892+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Era bonita</title><content type='html'>Como se veía bonita la cena de hoy, intenté tomar una foto. Pero se agotó la batería de la cámara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8025566317530207776?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8025566317530207776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8025566317530207776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/era-bonita.html' title='Era bonita'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8831640557672476819</id><published>2010-04-26T00:04:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:56:06.548+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ejemplos difíciles no son necesarios en el traductor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;En el solsticio de verano el sol se pone más tarde en el año.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontré esta oración en mi traductor. Pero está equivocada. El solsticio de verano es el día más largo del año. Sin embargo no concuerda con el día cuando el sol se pone más tarde. Ese día viene casi una semana más tarde que el solsticio. Lo supe hace poco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8831640557672476819?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8831640557672476819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8831640557672476819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-el-solsticio-de-verano-el-sol-se.html' title='Ejemplos difíciles no son necesarios en el traductor'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6169993476969985919</id><published>2010-04-25T23:35:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:52:33.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Impuesto al consumo es 5% en Japón. Así que exactamente pagué 105 yenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RZp8gEP3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mrhoqHfuDR4/s1600/Cubitos"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464090825057386354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RZp8gEP3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mrhoqHfuDR4/s320/Cubitos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compré cubo de Rubik nuevo por 100 yenes porque el viejo estaba roto y se caían unas partes con facilidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene otro más el miércoles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6169993476969985919?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6169993476969985919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6169993476969985919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/compre-cubo-de-rubik-nuevo-por-100.html' title='Impuesto al consumo es 5% en Japón. Así que exactamente pagué 105 yenes.'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RZp8gEP3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mrhoqHfuDR4/s72-c/Cubitos' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2658691115396773165</id><published>2010-04-20T00:21:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:26:40.437+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo cocino cuando quiero carne</title><content type='html'>La esposa de mi profesor es vegetariana. Ni siquiera come mariscos. El profesor dijo que no comía nada más que verduras desde que se casó hace 20 años y ya no podía digerir carne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2658691115396773165?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2658691115396773165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2658691115396773165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-esposa-del-profesor-de-mi-estudio-es.html' title='Yo cocino cuando quiero carne'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-714687896780387270</id><published>2010-04-13T22:58:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:53:48.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Policía que no atrapa a ladrón es un ladrón de impuestos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Las feas también tienen derecho de vivir. Pero no están obligadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shumputei Koasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una dama entró a un bar con su perro. El dueño dijo"No traiga al cerdo aquí." Ella se enfadó diciendo "¡Qué grosero! Es un perro." Entonces él contestó "Se lo dije al perro."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-714687896780387270?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/714687896780387270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/714687896780387270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/policia-que-no-atrapa-ladron-es-un.html' title='Policía que no atrapa a ladrón es un ladrón de impuestos'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2220339116301120163</id><published>2010-04-08T03:21:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:23:33.093+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Euler's Method</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S7zPSptAbxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5h4ka0QeCbk/s1600/Euler%27s_Method"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457464767805419282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S7zPSptAbxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5h4ka0QeCbk/s320/Euler%27s_Method" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es el lugar geométrico de un objeto lanzado donde hay resistencia del aire, calculado con Euler's Method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2220339116301120163?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2220339116301120163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2220339116301120163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/eulers-method.html' title='Euler&apos;s Method'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S7zPSptAbxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5h4ka0QeCbk/s72-c/Euler%27s_Method' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4335406854180125903</id><published>2010-04-02T00:46:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:01:20.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Todavía! Todavía!</title><content type='html'>Cuando aprendí la palabra "todavía", pensé que era la letra que escuché en una canción de Atoxxxico y que gritaban "todavía todavía". Entonces ví las letras y decía " de rodillas a la villa". Era totalmente diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4335406854180125903?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4335406854180125903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4335406854180125903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/04/todavia-todavia.html' title='Todavía! Todavía!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6940597998109143350</id><published>2010-03-29T18:19:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:34:38.696+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RS93cVevI/AAAAAAAAAK0/upLGR9uLiy0/s1600/Nieve_de_primavera"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464083470715550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RS93cVevI/AAAAAAAAAK0/upLGR9uLiy0/s320/Nieve_de_primavera" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empezó a nevar justo cuando salí a correr. Tuve mala suerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6940597998109143350?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6940597998109143350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6940597998109143350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/empezo-nevar-justo-cuando-sali-correr.html' title='Nieve'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S9RS93cVevI/AAAAAAAAAK0/upLGR9uLiy0/s72-c/Nieve_de_primavera' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2760775343361303531</id><published>2010-03-24T16:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:59:06.953+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No es igual que otros</title><content type='html'>fácil- facilidad&lt;br /&gt;general- generalidad&lt;br /&gt;especial- especialidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no se dice "igualidad"? Es una trampa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2760775343361303531?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2760775343361303531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2760775343361303531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-es-igual-que-otros.html' title='No es igual que otros'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4260456112308973604</id><published>2010-03-21T00:46:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:15:36.564+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Una gran meta</title><content type='html'>Sagrada Familia es el lugar que quiero visitar más. El pronóstico reciente dice que acabarán la construcción alrededor del año 2256. Pero la meta es acabar en 2026 cuando será el 100 aniversario de la muerte de Gaudí. ¿Es posible que haya tanta diferencia entre el pronóstico y la meta y que yo pueda ver la figura completa antes de morir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4260456112308973604?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4260456112308973604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4260456112308973604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/sagrada-familia-es-lo-que-quiero.html' title='Una gran meta'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5268362316775804693</id><published>2010-03-11T00:27:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:57:50.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No llueve hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5fBcOjWxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcLW5ieW0vA/s1600-h/Est%C3%A1_mirando_el_cielo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447034965014791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5fBcOjWxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcLW5ieW0vA/s320/Est%C3%A1_mirando_el_cielo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive un borrego con otros animales en una casa que está en el camino de la universidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5268362316775804693?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5268362316775804693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5268362316775804693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-llueve-hoy.html' title='No llueve hoy'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5fBcOjWxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcLW5ieW0vA/s72-c/Est%C3%A1_mirando_el_cielo' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5293335431257311396</id><published>2010-03-10T01:34:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:57:00.861+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maullar" es la palabra que aprendí recientemente</title><content type='html'>Hay un gato en el campo de enfrente de mi apartamento. Maulla mucho de noche. Supongo que se mudó ahí hace poco. Quiero alimentarle. Pero mi cuarto está demasiado alto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5293335431257311396?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5293335431257311396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5293335431257311396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/hay-un-gato-en-el-campo-de-frente-de-mi.html' title='&quot;Maullar&quot; es la palabra que aprendí recientemente'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5786564535863762930</id><published>2010-03-09T22:55:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:54:17.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Descontrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5aEmagIYKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TwbyTyB5Iok/s1600-h/Descontrol"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446686594835177634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5aEmagIYKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TwbyTyB5Iok/s200/Descontrol" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compré un disco de hardcore después de mucho tiempo cuando regresé a Osaka en el fin de año. Es de Perú. Me preocupaba que no fuera bueno hasta que lo escuché porque el disco peruano que había comprado antes era malo. Pero esta banda es buena. Me gusta mucho. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se llama Descontrol. Ese nombre procede de la canción famosa, "Decontrol" de la banda famosa de Inglaterra "Discharge".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5786564535863762930?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5786564535863762930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5786564535863762930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/compre-un-disco-de-hardocore-despues-de.html' title='Descontrol'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5aEmagIYKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TwbyTyB5Iok/s72-c/Descontrol' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5080849365290426302</id><published>2010-03-07T23:31:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:54:27.092+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Interés como cocinero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5O-B5rNy_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TuL9bMsy71Y/s1600-h/Curry"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445905314292288498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5O-B5rNy_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TuL9bMsy71Y/s320/Curry" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontré carne barata y adecuada a curry. Cociné curry para probar esa carne aunque no lo quería comer tanto. No cocino para comer sino para cocinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5080849365290426302?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5080849365290426302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5080849365290426302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/interes-como-cocinero.html' title='Interés como cocinero'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S5O-B5rNy_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TuL9bMsy71Y/s72-c/Curry' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2634615403595423160</id><published>2010-03-04T00:57:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:07:16.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiós! Ya no te quiero!</title><content type='html'>Había algunos problemas con Internet Explorer. Lo cambié por Slipnir, que es un browser desarrollado en Japón. Iba a usarlo desde hace mucho tiempo. Por ahora es cómodo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2634615403595423160?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2634615403595423160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2634615403595423160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/03/adios-ya-no-te-quiero.html' title='Adiós! Ya no te quiero!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2316680351452911683</id><published>2010-02-28T02:50:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:21:59.152+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Accionista con 4 acciones</title><content type='html'>Una empresa me invitó a la junta general de accionistas. Decía que yo era accionista y tenía derecho de voto. Tal vez se debe a que poseía acciones de esa empresa en el fin de año aunque no lo sabía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fui a la junta porque se celebró lejos y me dio pereza. Después de una semana me envió un sobre otra vez. Había resultado de la junta y dividendo de 2,000 yenes. Era una sorpresa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2316680351452911683?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2316680351452911683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2316680351452911683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-repente.html' title='Accionista con 4 acciones'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8205094057504420366</id><published>2010-02-24T22:15:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:56:00.037+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Varning significa warning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4U-zV7JqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O37dv4ijgS4/s1600-h/Varning!!_F%C3%B6r_Punk_de_17,795_yenes"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441824776526605090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4U-zV7JqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O37dv4ijgS4/s200/Varning!!_F%C3%B6r_Punk_de_17,795_yenes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontré discos de compilación de bandas suecas de hardcore hace como 5 años . Se vendían vol.1, vol.2 y vol.3. Compré sólo vol.1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busqué otros los dos en internet hoy, porque vol.1 me había gustado mucho recientemente. En una página dijeron que ya no se imprime esta compilación y me sorprendió el precio. Todos cuestan más de 10,000 yenes. Y vol.1 que tengo cuesta 17,795 yenes. Hasta el usado cuesta 10,606 yenes. Pero uno de los usados de vol.2 era "barato". Lo compré por 2,980 yenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8205094057504420366?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8205094057504420366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8205094057504420366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/encontre-discos-de-compilacion-de-las.html' title='Varning significa warning?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4U-zV7JqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O37dv4ijgS4/s72-c/Varning!!_F%C3%B6r_Punk_de_17,795_yenes' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8464489943741630444</id><published>2010-02-22T22:01:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:27:04.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot dog improvisado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KF_-iQMgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8SjIZlIgiAY/s1600-h/Con+pan+de+molde"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441058633981899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KF_-iQMgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8SjIZlIgiAY/s320/Con+pan+de+molde" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comí hot dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8464489943741630444?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8464489943741630444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8464489943741630444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-dog-improvisado.html' title='Hot dog improvisado'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KF_-iQMgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8SjIZlIgiAY/s72-c/Con+pan+de+molde' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5376501500544672812</id><published>2010-02-22T18:32:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:05:29.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my God, they killed Kenny! ...You bastards!</title><content type='html'>Por fin ví todos los videos de la última temporada 13 de South Park. Antes una compañía japonesa transmitía videos doblados al japonés. Pero interrumpió la transmisión en 2004 y todavía no lo reanudó. Nos cuesta mucho trabajo para ver South Park desde la temporada 8 porque tenemos que buscar videos ilegales en internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5376501500544672812?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5376501500544672812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5376501500544672812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-fin-vi-todos-los-videos-de-la.html' title='Oh my God, they killed Kenny! ...You bastards!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-593081042307336611</id><published>2010-02-19T22:33:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:21:17.097+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatos japoneses</title><content type='html'>Una compañía que vende seguros para mascotas dice que "Sora" es el nombre más popular de gatos en Japón. "Sora" quiere decir "cielo". Es más popular para gatos que gatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El segundo es "Momo", que significa "melocotón". Era el más popular hasta el año pasado, sobre todo para gatas. También dice que nombre de dulces es popular como "Choco".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-593081042307336611?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/593081042307336611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/593081042307336611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/cielo-melocoton-chocolate.html' title='Gatos japoneses'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1850815826153884151</id><published>2010-02-08T21:49:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:27:40.875+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero que siempre</title><content type='html'>Ayer había una rebaja para alquilar DVDs por 99 yenes. Busqué Jackass y lo alquilé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1850815826153884151?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1850815826153884151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1850815826153884151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/02/ayer-habia-una-rebaja-de-alquilar-dvds.html' title='Quiero que siempre'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-235624499373918640</id><published>2010-01-14T15:11:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:22:35.953+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Biblioteca de recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Fui a la biblioteca desde mi universidad. Está lejos para ir en la bicicleta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-235624499373918640?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/235624499373918640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/235624499373918640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/01/fui-la-biblioteca-desde-mi-universidad.html' title='Biblioteca de recuerdos'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7900751312548266795</id><published>2010-01-07T15:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:09:11.478+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No se me antoja hacer nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7900751312548266795?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7900751312548266795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7900751312548266795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-se-me-antoja-hacer-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4099885329175739371</id><published>2009-12-30T11:34:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:24:07.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'>98</title><content type='html'>La computadora de Osaka me molesta a veces. Es viejo (Windows 98!) y hay muchos problemas. Ayer de repente apareció chino por si solo. Me costó trabajo restaurar el idioma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4099885329175739371?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4099885329175739371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4099885329175739371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-comptadora-de-osaka-me-molesta-veces.html' title='98'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1840087454870248549</id><published>2009-12-29T21:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:13:44.728+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pâtissière linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KC_A44haI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XEjTWCv-Uxk/s1600-h/Bonita"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441055318898935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KC_A44haI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XEjTWCv-Uxk/s320/Bonita" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compre "concentrado de flan" por 100 yenes. Se puede preparar flan fácilmente al mezclar ese polvo y leche. Me divertí en la cocina con mi sobrina bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1840087454870248549?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1840087454870248549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1840087454870248549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/patissiere.html' title='Pâtissière linda'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KC_A44haI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XEjTWCv-Uxk/s72-c/Bonita' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6544675200016566529</id><published>2009-12-27T16:14:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:15:01.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Español?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDNzBecpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XmLkO60vBRg/s1600-h/REDONDA+CASA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441055572874916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDNzBecpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XmLkO60vBRg/s320/REDONDA+CASA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se llama "REDONDA CASA". Es más o menos redonda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi amigo vive en el apartamento que se llama "COMODO CASA". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6544675200016566529?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6544675200016566529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6544675200016566529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/espanol.html' title='Español?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDNzBecpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XmLkO60vBRg/s72-c/REDONDA+CASA' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1485583575855671424</id><published>2009-12-25T15:11:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:16:54.421+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ley de té</title><content type='html'>Cuando buscaba libros de ecuacion diferencial, encontre una ley que es " ley de refrigeracion". Newton dice "Velocidad de enfriar liquido esta proporcionada a diferencia de temperatura entre el liquido y el aire." Me lo explico bien porque es simple y no es tan diferente a intuicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ley es útil para preparar te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1485583575855671424?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1485583575855671424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1485583575855671424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/newton.html' title='Ley de té'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-3209788893171933136</id><published>2009-12-23T15:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:15:58.202+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDfxTWh6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DYoZJlP10bc/s1600-h/LENILSO"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441055881650669474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDfxTWh6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DYoZJlP10bc/s320/LENILSO" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una compa_era me regalo este. Tengo que teclear muchos numeros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-3209788893171933136?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3209788893171933136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3209788893171933136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/trabajo.html' title='Trabajo'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDfxTWh6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DYoZJlP10bc/s72-c/LENILSO' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-3854921365968482076</id><published>2009-12-20T22:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:07:46.209+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Estaba listo</title><content type='html'>En una farmacia los dependientes vestían ropa de Papá Noel. Cuando esperaba en la cola de la caja, ví al cajero regalar dulces al cliente de adelante. Entonces pensé cómo rehusar ese regalo en mi turno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero después de que pagué dinero, solamente dijo "Gracias" sin darme nada aunque estaba listo para rehusar el regalo. Tal vez no era suficiente para conseguir dulces lo que compré. Sentí un poco de vergüenza sin que nadie se enterara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-3854921365968482076?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3854921365968482076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3854921365968482076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/estaba-listo.html' title='Estaba listo'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7209302673477722465</id><published>2009-12-19T15:02:00.013+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:08:18.515+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDsLhZluI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZURzzdhAg2w/s1600-h/Gracias"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441056094847342306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDsLhZluI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZURzzdhAg2w/s320/Gracias" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hicimos una fiesta de fin de año los compañeros del trabajo y yo. Ahí me regararon un cartón cuadrado con muchos mensajes porque me retiré hace poco. Me alegró mucho. Pero lo más satisfactorio era que me dispensaran de pagar dinero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebí demasiado ayer. Me duele un poco la cabeza ahora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7209302673477722465?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7209302673477722465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7209302673477722465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/S4KDsLhZluI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZURzzdhAg2w/s72-c/Gracias' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4252233338886051502</id><published>2009-12-16T14:30:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:11:58.521+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Orión</title><content type='html'>Ví Orión cuando levanté los ojos hacia el cielo corriendo por la noche. Entonces me acordé que fuimos al planetario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4252233338886051502?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4252233338886051502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4252233338886051502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/vi-orion-cuando-levante-los-ojos-hacia.html' title='Orión'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8221927127607913600</id><published>2009-12-14T22:09:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:11:25.668+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrección</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyawRHSr_9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Ny6_VQtgTk/s1600-h/s_DSCN3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415209410021294034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyawRHSr_9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Ny6_VQtgTk/s320/s_DSCN3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando fui a comprar una sartén, también busqué algo para reparar el saco de arena. Cuando caminaba en la tienda por no encontrar nada, se me ocurrió una idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegué a mi cuarto, saqué una playera vieja y empaqueté el saco en su manga. Todavía hay puntos que mejorar. Pero por ahora está bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8221927127607913600?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8221927127607913600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8221927127607913600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/cuando-fui-comprar-la-sarten-tambien.html' title='Resurrección'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyawRHSr_9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Ny6_VQtgTk/s72-c/s_DSCN3220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8374368027167184752</id><published>2009-12-13T22:20:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:08:46.160+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyapVaZrLbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IU6wJkN_WhU/s1600-h/s_DSCN3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415201787288956338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyapVaZrLbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IU6wJkN_WhU/s320/s_DSCN3218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compré una sartén por fin. Es un poquito más pequeña que la anterior porque es más conveniente para guardar comida en el refrigerador con élla. Voy a tirar la anterior cuando coma la salsa que está dentro. Pero es un poco triste. Me parece que es como separarme de amigo o novia con los que haya vivido mucho tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8374368027167184752?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8374368027167184752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8374368027167184752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/depedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SyapVaZrLbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IU6wJkN_WhU/s72-c/s_DSCN3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6982538225143799665</id><published>2009-12-10T22:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:14:54.764+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Por qué?</title><content type='html'>Se me olvidó lavar la ropa hoy. Los meteorólogos pronostican lluvias para mañana. No tengo rompevientos ni calcetines para correr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6982538225143799665?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6982538225143799665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6982538225143799665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-me-olvido-lavar-la-ropa-hoy.html' title='Por qué?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-3035938017954845724</id><published>2009-12-08T21:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:05:19.960+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Por qué?</title><content type='html'>De repente se me antojó mucho comer gyudon y fui a un restaurante de gyudon a medianoche. Había como 10 clientes aunque era muy tarde. Cuando me sorprendía un poco, vino una dependienta. Pedí dos pero me respondió que uno de sus arroceros estaba averiado y se tardaría 20 minutos para preparar arroz y todos los clientes estaba esperando... Me fui sin ver gyudon porque no quería esperar solo. En cambio compré sushi en el supermercado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-3035938017954845724?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3035938017954845724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3035938017954845724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-repente-se-me-antojo-mucho-comer.html' title='Por qué?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7195237141663913769</id><published>2009-12-06T21:57:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:39:35.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Una petición</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvCIaGKnlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/obvwu1OKGqQ/s1600-h/s_DSCN3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132826915708498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvCIaGKnlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/obvwu1OKGqQ/s320/s_DSCN3217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontré udon barato en el supermercado. Cuesta sólo 97 yenes. Es fácil de preparar porque el plato sirve también como olla. El sabor no estaba mal para el precio. Puedo comprar de nuevo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7195237141663913769?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7195237141663913769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7195237141663913769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/una-peticion.html' title='Una petición'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvCIaGKnlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/obvwu1OKGqQ/s72-c/s_DSCN3217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4381354685586808642</id><published>2009-12-05T21:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:16:49.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Un deseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvBaGK3FOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Gt0-i0yqMY/s1600-h/smitAP060907_468x386%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132031292708066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvBaGK3FOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Gt0-i0yqMY/s320/smitAP060907_468x386%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sorprendió y alegró un poco que un jugador de rugby, John Smit saliera en el sorteo de copa mundial de fútbol. Es un capitán de la selección nacional de Sudáfrica. Es una prueba de que rugby es deporte nacional en Sudáfrica. Quiero que rugby se haga popular en el mundo como en Sudáfrica algún día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4381354685586808642?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4381354685586808642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4381354685586808642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-deseo.html' title='Un deseo'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SxvBaGK3FOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Gt0-i0yqMY/s72-c/smitAP060907_468x386%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-3370901227529441106</id><published>2009-12-04T22:33:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:51:31.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Podría pronunciar distintamente, por favor?</title><content type='html'>Tomé una clase de un señor que tiene como 70 años. Como siempre solamente leyó los apuntes y la clase no era dinámica. Me pregunto si sirve tomar esta clase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero café esta noche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-3370901227529441106?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3370901227529441106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3370901227529441106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/habia-una-clase-de-senor-que-tiene-como.html' title='Podría pronunciar distintamente, por favor?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-3103046641764055120</id><published>2009-12-02T22:46:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:01:08.895+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminó</title><content type='html'>Recibí el uniforme en la lavandería y lo devolví a uno mis jefes. Ya no soy dependiente nunca. Sentí que la sala de juegos era un poco distante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-3103046641764055120?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3103046641764055120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/3103046641764055120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/12/termino.html' title='Terminó'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6871780015010977482</id><published>2009-11-29T20:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:01:32.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol con recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Sentí que los amigos son importantes cuando bebía con mis amigos en Osaka. Es bueno poseer experiencia en común con otros. Nos divertimos sólo hablando de recuerdos en la escuela primaria y secundaria. Reí mucho aunque todos los recuerdos eran insignificantes. Ya comienzo a sentir los efectos de la edad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6871780015010977482?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6871780015010977482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6871780015010977482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/11/senti-que-amigos-son-importantes-cuando.html' title='Alcohol con recuerdos'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2657427733480498325</id><published>2009-11-27T22:59:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:04:41.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonkatsu, amigos y fuegos artificiales</title><content type='html'>El menú de hoy es tonkatsu. Lo cociné por primera vez. Aunque era alimento congelado y sólo se necesitaba freír. Pensé comerlo mañana también. Pero recordé que tengo que ir a Osaka mañana para cenar con mis amigos. Prefiero tonkatsu a mis amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche había fuegos artificiales en lago de Biwako. Quiero ver fuegos artificiales contigo otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2657427733480498325?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2657427733480498325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2657427733480498325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonkatsu-y-fuegos-artificiales.html' title='Tonkatsu, amigos y fuegos artificiales'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-666798932817182927</id><published>2009-11-26T20:41:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:50:14.677+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanmito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sw5wa1U3kKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/shY1vyNoSLU/s1600/DSCN3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408383808812060834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sw5wa1U3kKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/shY1vyNoSLU/s320/DSCN3216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me gusta mucho sanma. Es pescado de otoño. Lo cené hoy porque escuché rakugo sobre sanma y me dio ganas de comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-666798932817182927?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/666798932817182927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/666798932817182927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-gusta-mucho-sanma.html' title='Sanmito'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sw5wa1U3kKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/shY1vyNoSLU/s72-c/DSCN3216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2651526702079685753</id><published>2009-11-26T01:37:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:59:48.205+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Empezó la nueva vida</title><content type='html'>Veo qué tan importante eres para mí después de separarme de ti. No puedo dejar de repetir esta expresión trivial en el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué hago en mi cuarto donde no estás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2651526702079685753?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2651526702079685753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2651526702079685753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/11/veo-que-tan-importante-eres-para-mi.html' title='Empezó la nueva vida'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6366449264331556650</id><published>2009-06-16T23:10:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:12:53.079+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cómo funcionaba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sjfu7EzJ2TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ji6VIR-VnKs/s1600-h/s_DSCN2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348005781193742642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sjfu7EzJ2TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ji6VIR-VnKs/s320/s_DSCN2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta es una lavadora antigua producida alrededor de 1952. Tiene una plancha que vibra en el fondo. Lava la ropa moviendo esa plancha. Tiene la particularidad de no deteriorar la ropa. Pero no querían mucho esta máquina. No se quitaban bien las manchas a pesar de que se necesitaba mucho tiempo. Además era muy ruidosa porque las vibraciones se transmitían al suelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6366449264331556650?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6366449264331556650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6366449264331556650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/06/conozcamos-la-lavadora-mejor.html' title='Cómo funcionaba?'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sjfu7EzJ2TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ji6VIR-VnKs/s72-c/s_DSCN2759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5301074265050342933</id><published>2009-05-14T22:08:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:43:47.701+09:00</updated><title type='text'>La torre que nos protege de gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sg7tJ-XKkHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M2B_J6ijM9s/s1600-h/s_DSCN2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336463364095381618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sg7tJ-XKkHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M2B_J6ijM9s/s320/s_DSCN2772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando paseaba con mi amigo en Ikebukuro en Tokyo, vimos una torre muy alta. Tenía pocas ventanas. No parecía que hubiera gente dentro. No podía ni siquiera imaginarme qué era. Entonces, mi amigo me enseñó que una carretera pasa debajo de esta zona y era como una chimenea para expeler el gas de escape de coches. Me emocioné un poco escuchando su explicación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, como me dijo también "Tal vez", consulté páginas sobre esta torre en internet mientras escribía este post. Todas páginas decían que era una chimenea del incinerador de basura. Es importante confirmar antes de pubilicar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5301074265050342933?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5301074265050342933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5301074265050342933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-torre-que-nos-protege-de-gas.html' title='La torre que nos protege de gas'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sg7tJ-XKkHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M2B_J6ijM9s/s72-c/s_DSCN2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2263320827121751321</id><published>2009-04-30T22:34:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:18:21.513+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Las ranas vienen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sf_6ta35ImI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QqSa8Nr04WA/s1600-h/s_DSCN2804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332256142044766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sf_6ta35ImI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QqSa8Nr04WA/s320/s_DSCN2804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora estamos en las vacaciones que se llaman "golden week". Son importantes para muchos agricultores porque todos los años empieza la temporada de plantar arroz en estas vacaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando vi afuera, habían convertido algunos campos de verduras en campos de arroz. El  área dividida que está llena de agua de este lado son campos de arroz. De día había mucho ruido de tractor y de noche se escucha canto de las ranas que han encontrado buena casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2263320827121751321?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2263320827121751321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2263320827121751321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/04/hddfgdah.html' title='Las ranas vienen'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sf_6ta35ImI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QqSa8Nr04WA/s72-c/s_DSCN2804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7362269344885903757</id><published>2009-04-08T22:07:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:16:08.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Con hemorragia nasal</title><content type='html'>Un chico me golpeó la cara fuerte. Me caí y terminó el sparring. Sentí algo como desesperación cuando me continuaba golpeando y pateando. Pero era una buena experiencia. Hoy es un día conmemorativo de mi primera caída.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7362269344885903757?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7362269344885903757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7362269344885903757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/04/con-hemorragia-nasal.html' title='Con hemorragia nasal'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1867048810075103095</id><published>2009-04-01T01:40:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:45:13.137+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenemos que corregir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sd2wInRktJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DPzPhx_Rcm0/s1600-h/s_DSCN2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322603996649927826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sd2wInRktJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DPzPhx_Rcm0/s320/s_DSCN2778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegó una invitación de la boda de mi amigo. Como voy a participar naturalmente, tengo que marcar &lt;em&gt;shusseki&lt;/em&gt; con un círculo. &lt;em&gt;Shusseki&lt;/em&gt; en español es "asistencia". Pero en este carta se escribe &lt;em&gt;go-shusseki. "Go" &lt;/em&gt;es como un señal para mostrar que mi amigo me respeta. Así que tengo que tacharlo primero y marcar solamente &lt;em&gt;shusseki &lt;/em&gt;porque es malo que respete a mí mismo. Igualmente necesito tachar "&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;" antes de escribir mi "&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;-dirección" y "&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;-nombre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me da un poco de pereza este trabajo. Pero yo pienso que simboliza el respeto mutuo en la cultura japonesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1867048810075103095?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1867048810075103095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1867048810075103095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/04/temos-que-corregir.html' title='Tenemos que corregir'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Sd2wInRktJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DPzPhx_Rcm0/s72-c/s_DSCN2778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-825402468629068471</id><published>2009-03-30T22:00:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:22:05.532+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Billete se transforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SdDbdr37SDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xfm4JDMeGnY/s1600-h/s_DSCN2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318992462964541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SdDbdr37SDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xfm4JDMeGnY/s320/s_DSCN2777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Origami es una de cultura orgullosa de Japón. Se hace diversas cosas sólo plegando un papel. Por ejemplo, billete de mil yenes de Noguchi Hideo se transforma en "Turban-Noguchi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-825402468629068471?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/825402468629068471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/825402468629068471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/con-un-turbante.html' title='Billete se transforma'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SdDbdr37SDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xfm4JDMeGnY/s72-c/s_DSCN2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-1599264211103908735</id><published>2009-03-27T18:01:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:30:53.321+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Enseñanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScyfZW8qEhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDMJHQdRfl4/s1600-h/s_DSCN2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317800518023254546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScyfZW8qEhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDMJHQdRfl4/s320/s_DSCN2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Innumerables competiciones esperan en la vida. Lo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;espera al final de las competiciones es victoria o derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Así que mucha gente se aferra a la victoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pero quiero atreverme a decir esto. No te quites el orgullo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aunque sientas despecho por tu derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;La razon es clara. Porque has conseguido el orgullo de conocer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;la derrota al participar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es una frase escrita en el gimnasio de kick boxing. Quiere decir que es importante desafiar cualquier cosa sin preocuparse por el fracaso. Entonces, yo pruebo nuevo uniforme para las chicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-1599264211103908735?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1599264211103908735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/1599264211103908735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ensenanza.html' title='Enseñanza'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScyfZW8qEhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDMJHQdRfl4/s72-c/s_DSCN2124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-8389641485156507945</id><published>2009-03-26T23:27:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:43:50.761+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ni-chome con mi novio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Scupo_OWWcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kIx7iJ2t7Tw/s1600-h/s_DSCN2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530306672482754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Scupo_OWWcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kIx7iJ2t7Tw/s320/s_DSCN2760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni-chome es una gran zona para gays. Wikipedia dice que es grande también a nivel mundial. No había tanta gente cuando fui ahí con mi amigo porque era un día entre semana. Según él, vienen muchos extraños en los fines de semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entramos a un bar que conocía mi amigo. Ese bar es principalmente para los gays. Después vinieron 3 hombres y empezaron a beber cerca de nosotros. No sabía si eran gays. Pero los oí charlando de sus tipos favoritos del símbolo masculino. Fue una gran sorpresa. Ya no había dudas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-8389641485156507945?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8389641485156507945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/8389641485156507945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ni-chome-y-mi-novio.html' title='A Ni-chome con mi novio'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/Scupo_OWWcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kIx7iJ2t7Tw/s72-c/s_DSCN2760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7330214465732389934</id><published>2009-03-23T22:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:19:22.920+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Como yo sabía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SjfwMcyX9mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5hzEqWoUlpA/s1600-h/s_P1040443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348007179202328162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SjfwMcyX9mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5hzEqWoUlpA/s320/s_P1040443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se hacen eventos a menudo en la sala de juegos donde trabajo. Ayer había un concurso de diálogo cómico. Mi pareja y yo fuimos elegidos los mejores de las 9 parejas. No había competidores y sobresalíamos por nuestra estabilidad. Me parece que soy un prodigio en la comedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7330214465732389934?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7330214465732389934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7330214465732389934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-yo-sabia.html' title='Como yo sabía'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SjfwMcyX9mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5hzEqWoUlpA/s72-c/s_P1040443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-927070901180767635</id><published>2009-03-21T22:26:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:06:08.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Viene primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScTzV7QmdSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wyEbW7RnW1I/s1600-h/s_DSCN2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315641018214151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScTzV7QmdSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wyEbW7RnW1I/s320/s_DSCN2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay 4 estaciones bien diferenciadas en Japón. Sentimos cada estación a través de varias cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flor de colza es una verdura representantiva de la primavera. Principalmente se come sólo en marzo. Tiene un ligero sabor amargo y particular. Sabemos que llega la primavera cada año con ese sabor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-927070901180767635?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/927070901180767635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/927070901180767635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/viene-primavera.html' title='Viene primavera'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/ScTzV7QmdSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wyEbW7RnW1I/s72-c/s_DSCN2702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6595777464701086899</id><published>2009-03-09T20:07:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:56:01.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucha comida inmediatamente después de levantarme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SbUEdNJU5sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xQOd785fR90/s1600-h/DSCN2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311156235344864962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SbUEdNJU5sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xQOd785fR90/s320/DSCN2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy me levanté a las 12 aunque iba a ver a mi compañero del trabajo a las 12. Después de que me disculpé, dijimos a otro compañero que comiera con nosotros y fuimos a un restaurante famoso porque se sirve mucha comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinceramente no se come tan bien aquí pero puedo estar lleno. Y todavía existe el ambiente viejo de Showa que me gusta. (Showa es una era de Japón: 1926-1989 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6595777464701086899?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6595777464701086899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6595777464701086899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-me-levante-las-12-aunque-iba-ver-mi.html' title='Mucha comida inmediatamente después de levantarme'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SbUEdNJU5sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xQOd785fR90/s72-c/DSCN2714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7860330994974120727</id><published>2009-02-21T18:08:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:07:05.565+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopa simbólica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SaAHtgnyEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dFEg95RF3yg/s1600-h/s_DSCN2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305248839474745426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SaAHtgnyEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dFEg95RF3yg/s320/s_DSCN2692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sopa de miso es la sopa más famosa de Japón. Hay gente que la toma todos los días. Pero también hay otra sopa rica en Japón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta sopa se llama "osumashi" u "osuimono". Solamente se usan sal y un poco de salasa de soya para sazonar el caldo de pescado. Y se añaden verduras y pollo. Es una gran particularidad el hecho de que no tiene aceite. El sabor no es tan fuerte. Es una sopa simple y elegante que simboliza el espíritu de comida japonesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7860330994974120727?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7860330994974120727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7860330994974120727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/02/sopa-que-me-gusta.html' title='Sopa simbólica'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SaAHtgnyEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dFEg95RF3yg/s72-c/s_DSCN2692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2532580345950741577</id><published>2009-02-19T19:08:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:26:27.988+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo no elijo pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZ6gGIaVq5I/AAAAAAAAADs/r5fk5kC4P98/s1600-h/s_DSCN2694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304853438286637970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZ6gGIaVq5I/AAAAAAAAADs/r5fk5kC4P98/s320/s_DSCN2694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi moho en pan cuando iba a comerlo. Dicen que si está mohoso una parte del pan, todo ya está malo. Pero yo empecé a cocinar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Este es pan con miel y margarina. Me gusta desde cuando era pequeño. Ah, pero la verdad usé azúcar en lugar de miel en esta vez. La miel estaba sólida por el frío. Y me dio pereza calentarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay un proverbio en Japón. "Kobo no elige un pincel" Kobo es un monje muy famoso por su buena letra. Este proverbio quiere decir que los instrumentos no son importantes para los expertos y ellos pueden hacer su trabajo bien aun con malas cosas. Entonces, no hay problema para el buen cocinero aunque pan tenga moho. Cocina muy bien con ese pan como siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2532580345950741577?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2532580345950741577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2532580345950741577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-no-elijo-pan.html' title='Yo no elijo pan'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZ6gGIaVq5I/AAAAAAAAADs/r5fk5kC4P98/s72-c/s_DSCN2694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-5579294753832946515</id><published>2009-02-12T21:29:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:44:48.023+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Me divertí sin pensar bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZRWZ7EcmAI/AAAAAAAAADk/vuB-hsKpPhg/s1600-h/s_DSCN2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957664674977794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZRWZ7EcmAI/AAAAAAAAADk/vuB-hsKpPhg/s320/s_DSCN2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puedo mirarme bien en la ventana de mi cuarto en la noche. Es como un espejo. Cuando me miro ahí, me da ganas de practicar puñetazo y patada siempre. Hoy también empecé a practicarlos después de bañarme. Entonces vino dios de middle kick. Y de repente entendí perfectamente cómo patear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fue muy divertido hacer middle kick. Lo repetí muchas veces. Y ahora tengo una distensión de nervio de muslo izquierdo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-5579294753832946515?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5579294753832946515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/5579294753832946515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-diverti-sin-pensar-bien.html' title='Me divertí sin pensar bien'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SZRWZ7EcmAI/AAAAAAAAADk/vuB-hsKpPhg/s72-c/s_DSCN2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-6075182117717429988</id><published>2009-02-07T22:27:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:09:06.389+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucho tiempo sin renovar</title><content type='html'>Estaba resfriado durante el último mes. Al principio temí que tuviera gripe. Me dio un poco de miedo porque no sabía cómo vivir solo con gripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito 'gripe' se dice en japonés 'influenza'. No sabía que esa palabra era italiano. Es todo lo que quería decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-6075182117717429988?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6075182117717429988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/6075182117717429988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/02/mucho-tiempo-sin-renovar.html' title='Mucho tiempo sin renovar'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4610703585914839454</id><published>2009-01-17T22:10:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:18:55.371+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Para los padres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SXNpdgzy7UI/AAAAAAAAADU/wZppArKvPQA/s1600-h/s_DSCN2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292689942834769218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SXNpdgzy7UI/AAAAAAAAADU/wZppArKvPQA/s320/s_DSCN2613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi sobrina bonita va a la guardería. Había una fiesta deportiva ahí en octubre. Me invitó a la fiesta, porque el año pasado era el último de la guardería para ella. Sinceramente no quería ir porque estaba un poco lejos. Pero no podía rechazar el pedido de mi bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El jardín era pequeñito. Tampoco había espacio suficiente para que miraran a los niños. Estaba lleno de gente alrededor. Los padres grababan a sus niños en video y sacaban fotos desesperadamente en cada espacio pequeño que tenian. Me parecía que estaban más desesperados que sus niños. Era una fiesta para los padres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4610703585914839454?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4610703585914839454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4610703585914839454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-los-padres.html' title='Para los padres'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SXNpdgzy7UI/AAAAAAAAADU/wZppArKvPQA/s72-c/s_DSCN2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2683099115910925690</id><published>2009-01-10T21:06:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:55:39.528+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No es bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWiUJzt3GyI/AAAAAAAAADM/noD0hNDxFuA/s1600-h/s_DSCN2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640658568944418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWiUJzt3GyI/AAAAAAAAADM/noD0hNDxFuA/s320/s_DSCN2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabes qué es este edificio moderno? Es un templo nuevo de Kobe! El interior es como el de los ayuntamientos de Japón. Había unas estatuas de buda pero no me parecía misterioso este templo. No puedo creer que dios esté aquí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2683099115910925690?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2683099115910925690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2683099115910925690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-es-bonito.html' title='No es bonito'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWiUJzt3GyI/AAAAAAAAADM/noD0hNDxFuA/s72-c/s_DSCN2653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-250934577627421237</id><published>2009-01-09T03:54:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:49:18.261+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Buen cocinero encontró calabaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWZL-VU5PsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9sLyyBVi-mw/s1600-h/s_DSCN2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288998346641981122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWZL-VU5PsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9sLyyBVi-mw/s200/s_DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWZMDbP5doI/AAAAAAAAADE/nuilOkah8Ow/s1600-h/s_DSCN2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288998434130982530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWZMDbP5doI/AAAAAAAAADE/nuilOkah8Ow/s200/s_DSCN2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En una programa de televisión se preparaba sopa de calabaza. Me dieron ganas de comerla y me hicieron ir al supermercado. Iba a comprar un cuarto, pero solamente se vendían una calabaza entera y una mitad. Compré la mitad aunque era un poco grande para uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto regresé, empecé a cocinar. Era fácil y divertido. Me gusta cocinar cosas nuevas que no he cocinado. El día siguiente preparé ensalada de calabaza también porque todavía sobraba mucha. La ensalada tenía papa, mayonesa, pimienta, y claro que calabaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sopa no era tan buena. Pero la ensalada estaba rica. Quiero prepararla a mi novia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-250934577627421237?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/250934577627421237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/250934577627421237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/aasdafda.html' title='Buen cocinero encontró calabaza'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWZL-VU5PsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9sLyyBVi-mw/s72-c/s_DSCN2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-798934872290876008</id><published>2009-01-06T02:20:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:17:21.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinero del mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNwxID09uI/AAAAAAAAABU/B6rND_bvPNE/s1600-h/s_DSCN2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288194376742532834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNwxID09uI/AAAAAAAAABU/B6rND_bvPNE/s320/s_DSCN2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNwjbYczaI/AAAAAAAAABM/J1c85oslfqI/s1600-h/s_DSCN2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay un puerto grande en Kobe. Es una de las entradas principales a Japón desde hace mucho tiempo. Antes vivían muchos extrajeros que se dedicaban a la importación. Y todavía se conservan sus casas grandes, lujosas y bonitas. Entré a una y perdí 300 yenes... Ni modo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En una habitación hay una caja de colecta. Ahí hay dinero de muchos países que metieron turistas extranjeros. Hasta un billete de 50 pesos de México! Me sorprendí cuando lo ví.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-798934872290876008?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/798934872290876008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/798934872290876008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinero-del-mundo.html' title='Dinero del mundo'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNwxID09uI/AAAAAAAAABU/B6rND_bvPNE/s72-c/s_DSCN2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-2574453192903674212</id><published>2009-01-06T01:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:04:12.513+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Palillos un poco pesados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNxfeP1BGI/AAAAAAAAABc/beGAyMJk1Rk/s1600-h/s_DSCN2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195172972430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNxfeP1BGI/AAAAAAAAABc/beGAyMJk1Rk/s320/s_DSCN2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWI5NBbzEBI/AAAAAAAAABE/fI-wY1dkn6g/s1600-h/s_DSCN2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontré palillos metálicos en un restaurante de comida china. Está en el barrio chino de Kobe. Muchos chinos viven ahí y trabajan en restaurantes y puestos de comida china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca he usado palillos metálicos. Me parecían un poco lujosos. Comida estaba rica. Quiero ir otra vez y probar otra comida también.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-2574453192903674212?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2574453192903674212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/2574453192903674212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/palillos-un-poco-pesados.html' title='Palillos un poco pesados'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNxfeP1BGI/AAAAAAAAABc/beGAyMJk1Rk/s72-c/s_DSCN2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7374328408046307053</id><published>2009-01-01T20:58:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:43:43.142+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baño para los más raros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNyDB6mPsI/AAAAAAAAABk/x7G4p38BLSA/s1600-h/s_DSCN2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195783842479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNyDB6mPsI/AAAAAAAAABk/x7G4p38BLSA/s320/s_DSCN2681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este baño también está afuera. Pero es un poco diferente al baño anterior porque está "realmente" afuera. Hay casas, caminos, y tiendas alrededor. Aunque hay una tapia simple como cortina para evitar la mirada, no funciona bien y se puede ver el baño muy bien desde afuera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También hay un puente muy cerca. Cuando estábamos en el baño, nos miraban desde ese puente todos los turistas de los autobuses. Y nos indicaban y reían. Pero no importa! No es malo sentir vergüenza en el viaje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, por cierto tuve que corregir esta foto un poco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7374328408046307053?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7374328408046307053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7374328408046307053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2009/01/este-bao-tambin-est-afuera.html' title='Baño para los más raros'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNyDB6mPsI/AAAAAAAAABk/x7G4p38BLSA/s72-c/s_DSCN2681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4272992043900817149</id><published>2008-12-29T18:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:55:19.835+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Negligente, alga, fango</title><content type='html'>Cuando aprendo italiano y encuentro las palabras que no conozco, investigo su significado. También pienso cómo se dicen en español. Si no lo sé, también lo investigo. Entonces, muchas veces me da una buena sorpresa. No hay diferencia entre los dos idiomas. Por ejemplo, fango es fango en italiano y en español también. Es muy conveniente para mí. Así puedo aprender italiano y un poco de español en mismo tiempo. Y seré más inteligente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4272992043900817149?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4272992043900817149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4272992043900817149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/negligente-alga-fango.html' title='Negligente, alga, fango'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7871719274375471765</id><published>2008-12-26T15:01:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:53:24.899+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriba!</title><content type='html'>Gané 2700 yenes con acciones. Seguramente soy un inversionista genial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7871719274375471765?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7871719274375471765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7871719274375471765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/arriba.html' title='Arriba!'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-9222962973482382192</id><published>2008-12-24T22:07:00.020+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:07:29.199+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baño para los raros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNzPh8WuVI/AAAAAAAAABs/jYcnCoaKVYs/s1600-h/s_DSCN2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288197098109843794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNzPh8WuVI/AAAAAAAAABs/jYcnCoaKVYs/s320/s_DSCN2684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los japoneses les gusta mucho tomar un baño. Para ellos es un tiempo especial. Hay hasta turistas que viajan para tomar un buen baño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ejemplo, había dos baños en el hotel de Tottori donde me hospedé. Uno estaba afuera, encima del lago. Uno se baña mirando la buena vista del lago ahí...Pero yo no lo comprendo. Es un baño ni más ni menos. No sé por qué se necesita buena vista en el baño ni por qué se van lejos para lavarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los japoneses son raros y yo soy normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-9222962973482382192?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/9222962973482382192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/9222962973482382192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-japoneses-les-gusta-mucho-tomar-un.html' title='Baño para los raros'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWNzPh8WuVI/AAAAAAAAABs/jYcnCoaKVYs/s72-c/s_DSCN2684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-4075838868997017132</id><published>2008-12-24T00:10:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:47:01.064+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Es como Japanese Chinese restaurant</title><content type='html'>Fui a Osaka para cenar en un restaurante de comida malaya. Ahí se servía comida de muchosotros países asiáticos también. Creí que confundían Malaysia con otros países. Y me recordó Japanese Chinese restaurant que encontre en México.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lo ví, pensé "Qué es JapaneseChinese restaurant?" Comida de los dos países es muy diferente. Me dio sorpresa que launieran. Tal vez los malayos creen lo mismo si van al restaurante de Osaka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-4075838868997017132?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4075838868997017132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/4075838868997017132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/es-como-japanese-chinese-restaurant.html' title='Es como Japanese Chinese restaurant'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-7945708024129975841</id><published>2008-12-23T23:54:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:46:39.201+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Templo de magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWN1oPlojlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3lhj9Kz50FU/s1600-h/s_DSCN2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288199721702690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWN1oPlojlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3lhj9Kz50FU/s320/s_DSCN2678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nageire-do está en la montaña de Tottori. Ahí hay 8 estatuas, que son patrimonio cultural. Nageire es como echar. La leyenda cuenta que un brujo famoso lo echó y encajó en la rocacon su magia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-7945708024129975841?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7945708024129975841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/7945708024129975841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/nageire-do-est-en-la-montaa-de-tottori.html' title='Templo de magia'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DED_iGNiMms/SWN1oPlojlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3lhj9Kz50FU/s72-c/s_DSCN2678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880933876778680592.post-552489238093558377</id><published>2008-12-23T23:47:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:47:52.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>Nunca imaginaba que esutudiaría español.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginaba que iría a México.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginaba que hablaría español.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a hardcore mexicano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880933876778680592-552489238093558377?l=vamosapisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/552489238093558377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880933876778680592/posts/default/552489238093558377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamosapisar.blogspot.com/2008/12/comienzo.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Shunji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434691431490001978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
