<?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-6919875119563158580</id><updated>2012-01-25T03:29:22.352Z</updated><category term='When I grow up I want to be'/><title type='text'>brokenglish</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a broken english blog. Many people asked me what this blog is about, but I can't answer that yet. Sorry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2803051619033304567</id><published>2009-02-22T18:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:52:33.871Z</updated><title type='text'>This blog failed!</title><summary type='text'>But I didn't learn anything from this experience. So I opened a new blog.bathblogging.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2803051619033304567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2803051619033304567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2803051619033304567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2803051619033304567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-failed.html' title='This blog failed!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6575160434664816568</id><published>2008-07-07T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:19:02.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation,</title><summary type='text'>I was working at a Starbucks, not as a Starbucks' employee. It was raining. They were playing "The Doors". And I've found myself singing loud "this is the end, my only friend, the end". And I knew it was all for this blog.For the few remaining visitors, thanks for reading, I will leave the posts for a while in case you want to read them again. And after a while I will erase them all.Cheers!ps: I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6575160434664816568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6575160434664816568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6575160434664816568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6575160434664816568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/07/revelation.html' title='Revelation,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3207786660100027818</id><published>2008-05-26T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:12:26.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London is so expensive</title><summary type='text'>that I am starting to use toilet paper on both sides.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3207786660100027818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3207786660100027818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3207786660100027818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3207786660100027818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/london-is-so-expensive.html' title='London is so expensive'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2234658481111964088</id><published>2008-05-25T10:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:21:42.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt on sweet cookies?!</title><summary type='text'>Why the english put kilos of salt on the sweet cookies? Must be Xenophobia. What other better explanation?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2234658481111964088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2234658481111964088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2234658481111964088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2234658481111964088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/salt-on-cookies.html' title='Salt on sweet cookies?!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2707051986087515279</id><published>2008-05-23T00:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:42:42.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The big failure of my life...</title><summary type='text'>"The big failure of my life it's been not writing a famous quote".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2707051986087515279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2707051986087515279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2707051986087515279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2707051986087515279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-failure-of-my-life.html' title='The big failure of my life...'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7860322865951382490</id><published>2008-05-22T20:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:46:52.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurley in Buenos Aires,</title><summary type='text'>WTF??? he is a clone! He is Hugo from Lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7860322865951382490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7860322865951382490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7860322865951382490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7860322865951382490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurley-in-buenos-aires.html' title='Hurley in Buenos Aires,'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</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://bp3.blogger.com/_B7oCWtD1QaM/SDXOH7PVYOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LOLFSYuVQm4/s72-c/0209609G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-843196645002076336</id><published>2008-05-17T22:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:11:52.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People talk to me on the streets,</title><summary type='text'>They sit on my table on the bars, they ask where I am from and comment about argentina, they even get into my private phone conversations. Quote from today while talking to a real estate agent: "You shouldn't talk to them, they are thieves". For some people this could be very disturbing. As for myself, I think I prefer this rather than people not talking to each other. This makes a lot of sense, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/843196645002076336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=843196645002076336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/843196645002076336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/843196645002076336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-talk-to-me-on-streets.html' title='People talk to me on the streets,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5104711457595389359</id><published>2008-05-10T04:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:35:29.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 30 but</title><summary type='text'>Everyday I wake up thinking how good it is not having to go to school.I wonder when this thought is going to disappear.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5104711457595389359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5104711457595389359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5104711457595389359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5104711457595389359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-30-but.html' title='I am 30 but'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3679196238155853450</id><published>2008-05-03T08:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:22:31.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn powerful advertising,</title><summary type='text'>Being far from home can make you feel lonely, distant, disconnected. But you know what? there is something that always make you feel home. It's not a picture of dad or mom, or  a phone call, not even being with someone else. It's the brands that surround your life: If you open the fridge and you find a Coke, you feel home. If your shampoo is on the shower, you feel home. I haven't thought of this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3679196238155853450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3679196238155853450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3679196238155853450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3679196238155853450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-powerful-advertising.html' title='Damn powerful advertising,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4875698780906660685</id><published>2008-04-24T09:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:47:44.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Spanish,</title><summary type='text'>As a result of living in London (it's been one week) I am already losing my spanish. This is pretty common I think, even expected. What I did not expect is to lose my english as well. It's getting worse every day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4875698780906660685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4875698780906660685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4875698780906660685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4875698780906660685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/loosing-spanish.html' title='Losing Spanish,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5660972218702570701</id><published>2008-04-21T01:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:35:14.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror comics prohibited,</title><summary type='text'>As crazy as it sounds, horror comics are prohibited from being brought to the UK. This is probably an old rule that they forgot to delete. I don't really understand what kind of harm can a horror comic do. I am sure that the horror comic writers and painters of the UK are the supporters of this law and they are a famous lobby group with great influence over prince Harry.They also prohibited the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5660972218702570701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5660972218702570701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5660972218702570701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5660972218702570701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/horror-comics-prohibited.html' title='Horror comics prohibited,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4401634369486410603</id><published>2008-04-20T00:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:23:43.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to waitrose,</title><summary type='text'>Waitrose is one of the supermarkets of London. We went to buy toilet paper, which is usually a little embarrassing but if you buy something else that's fine. Even though we all go to the bathroom, it is still awkward to walk with a bag full of toilet paper.The thing is, we got to that part of the supermarket and there they were: two options for us. The recycle paper, which is good for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4401634369486410603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4401634369486410603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4401634369486410603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4401634369486410603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/visit-to-waitrose.html' title='A visit to waitrose,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-140108122165460049</id><published>2008-04-19T12:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:16:50.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly expensive apart-blogger carrer,</title><summary type='text'>I am staying in a highly expensive apartment. However, the broadband is not working and I got a Dial up connection. At first I thought that my career as a blogger would be ruin because of this. But wait, I thought, what career as a blogger???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/140108122165460049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=140108122165460049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/140108122165460049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/140108122165460049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/9000-dollars-apartment-and-my-blogger.html' title='Highly expensive apart-blogger carrer,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5494793840246458328</id><published>2008-04-18T01:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:16:11.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Ashley</title><summary type='text'>Getting on the internet from London is a nightmare. I am in a beautiful apart hotel in South Kensington, but still, it sucks. I can't even use the Skype or watch youtube videos. The manager has just sent a letter to all the apartments asking: "please do not download heavy files anymore". Fuck the manager, why would you use broadband without downloading things?There is another thing that changed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5494793840246458328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5494793840246458328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5494793840246458328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5494793840246458328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/pregnant-ashley.html' title='Pregnant Ashley'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6748849547808045026</id><published>2008-04-17T02:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:56:55.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to survive in London #1</title><summary type='text'>Thursday. 3 AM. Everyone is sleeping but not us. Surviving in London is not an easy thing to do. The first thing you need to know is:The fruits, they sell them by unity and not weight. That's why today I've spent 5 minutes in a hard quest for getting to the biggest avocado. Only because all of them had the same price.I will keep on posting soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6748849547808045026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6748849547808045026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6748849547808045026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6748849547808045026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-survive-in-london-1.html' title='How to survive in London #1'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1134281752055465414</id><published>2008-04-13T06:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:03:19.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last goodbye party,</title><summary type='text'>I just got back home from my last goodbye party before leaving Argentina. I really wasn't in the mood for party, but I wasn't sad either. I was in the mood of Nostalgia.I couldn't stop thinking "we should throw a nostalgia party!". We should eat typical argentinian food, seeing old photo albums, remembering old stories. Why not enjoying something very argentinian that you've never liked? Or dress</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1134281752055465414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1134281752055465414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1134281752055465414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1134281752055465414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-goodbye-party.html' title='Last goodbye party,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-199935792959894180</id><published>2008-04-09T05:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T05:34:27.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>StarWardrobe!</title><summary type='text'>George Lucas is claiming the copyright over the designs of the costume of Star Wars. The designer has been doing business on his own from this designs. Who is right? I don't know. What I do know is that this two geniuses were capable of selling this shit to thousands of freaks.However, I am planning to use one on my next wedding anniversary ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/199935792959894180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=199935792959894180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/199935792959894180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/199935792959894180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/starwardrobe.html' title='StarWardrobe!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R_xFnEmxw8I/AAAAAAAAADA/z3MJhGnvtvI/s72-c/luke+skywalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8866951142176268469</id><published>2008-04-06T14:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:22:20.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One less Charlton Heston in the world,</title><summary type='text'>I think we can't celebrate the death of someone. However, this guy deserves it.I am glad he died of natural causes because this guy would have preferred to die by a bullet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8866951142176268469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8866951142176268469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8866951142176268469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8866951142176268469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-less-charlton-heston-in-world.html' title='One less Charlton Heston in the world,'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</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://bp3.blogger.com/_B7oCWtD1QaM/R_jNj9a-qJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bXbZxQp75iU/s72-c/heston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2524940705055729890</id><published>2008-04-05T13:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:09:27.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates not looking</title><summary type='text'>The magnate met the argentinian vice president whose trademark is to have a prosthetic hand. As you can tell on the picture, Bill Gates is doing an extraordinary effort thinking of "not to look at the hand, not to look at the hand, not to look at the hand". Picture talks by itself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2524940705055729890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2524940705055729890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2524940705055729890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2524940705055729890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/bill-gates-not-looking.html' title='Bill Gates not looking'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R_d6AEmxw7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuKXLzv4Wak/s72-c/scioli_gates_tapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7505249362345993047</id><published>2008-04-04T03:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:48:48.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The creator of the word: "Bathblogging"</title><summary type='text'>So I sat with my computer and my blog opened on the throne and I went like: Why don't I  do a little bit of bathblogging? In that very moment I knew that I was going to be remembered, if remembered, by the invention of the word "Bathblogging". BATHBLOGGING: The action of blogging while sited on the bath.It's a good word, isn't? Any experience on how to add it to wikipedia? Greatly appreciate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7505249362345993047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7505249362345993047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7505249362345993047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7505249362345993047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/creator-of-word-bathblogging.html' title='The creator of the word: &quot;Bathblogging&quot;'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-9087452907292345453</id><published>2008-04-03T04:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:49:57.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Austin, the #1 Boca fan</title><summary type='text'>He is one of the most known characters between kids nowadays. He belongs to the worldwide famous Backyardigans. Her creator, Janice Burgess, based this character on an old uncle of her. As she said on this inverview, he was Argentinian and a big fan of Boca Juniors. That's why Austin never takes the Boca shirt off.http://www.nickjr.com/shows/backyardigans/back_meet_creatorss.jhtml</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/9087452907292345453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=9087452907292345453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/9087452907292345453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/9087452907292345453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-austin-1-boca-fan.html' title='Meet Austin, the #1 Boca fan'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R_RSq0mxw5I/AAAAAAAAACs/9asDnJ00ic8/s72-c/p3172711reg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8604447672004567489</id><published>2008-04-02T13:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:16:10.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukelele playing brazilian prostitutes</title><summary type='text'>Someone got into my blog by typing on google:"ukulele playing brazilian prostitutes"My interpretation of this is: there is a guy that would like to see brazilian prostitutes playing ukelele. At first I thought, this guy is a weirdo! but after a short while I thought, "well I would also like to see a brazilian prostitute playing the ukelele, it would be an extraordinary or at least unconventional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8604447672004567489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8604447672004567489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8604447672004567489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8604447672004567489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/ukelele-playing-brazilian-prostitutes.html' title='Ukelele playing brazilian prostitutes'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7290288950498212318</id><published>2008-04-02T03:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:37:31.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is your blog worth?</title><summary type='text'>According to this website, they can measure how much is your blog:http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/So, mine is only:"Your blog, www.brokenglish.blogspot.com, is worth $564.54".What they don't do is to pay for it. Otherwise, I would have sold it already for sure.One funny thing to do is to see how much are other people blogs:Your blog, www.ciegaacitas.com,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7290288950498212318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7290288950498212318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7290288950498212318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7290288950498212318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-is-your-blog-worth.html' title='How much is your blog worth?'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5700502235724330026</id><published>2008-03-31T19:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:21:46.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 big advices</title><summary type='text'>If I would have to give my child three big advices for his life, I would say:1-Always hear your heart.2-Trust your talent.3-Don't forget your cellphone in a restaurant in which you didn't leave good tip. It's very awkward to get back. I wouldn't like you to live this situation.I love you.Papi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5700502235724330026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5700502235724330026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5700502235724330026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5700502235724330026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-big-advices.html' title='3 big advices'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1995210153933893113</id><published>2008-03-30T03:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:53:52.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Handicap people are people you can trust"</title><summary type='text'>There is two kind of discrimination. Positive and negative. Negative are the ones we all know about. Positives are a little more difficult to find out.Here is an example of positive discrimination:"Handicap people are people you can trust".This is a universal truth: You don't expect a handicap to screw you. But it's so wrong as any other discrimination.And Paul McCartney's case is a great example</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1995210153933893113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1995210153933893113' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1995210153933893113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1995210153933893113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/handicap-people-are-people-you-can.html' title='&quot;Handicap people are people you can trust&quot;'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-8At0mxw4I/AAAAAAAAACk/WKoHO6BJ318/s72-c/53191533GRS+MILLS+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4953606012591308031</id><published>2008-03-30T02:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:13:11.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers on Strike,</title><summary type='text'>Crisis in Argentina are cyclic. Every couple of years you know that it's coming. Now the farmers are on strike and meat is out of stock in Supermarkets. Argentinians eat meat every day so this is a big deal.This might be logically wrong but I think it's a fare theory: What if what makes Argentina a failure is eating meat everyday? Or something in our meat? What if we don't eat meat for a while an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4953606012591308031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4953606012591308031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4953606012591308031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4953606012591308031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/farmers-on-strike.html' title='Farmers on Strike,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8646459460512470119</id><published>2008-03-24T00:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:24:30.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving for men, moving for woman</title><summary type='text'>Every time we move we get to do some order on our things. Therefore, we open old boxes full of memories. She found a gift from a 3 year old boyfriend, love letters from her sister, a diploma from kindergarden, all kind of beautiful stuff.I found a collection of pictures of my self ass naked at a cementery, ass naked at the iguazu falls, ass naked with friends in cuba, ass naked in many other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8646459460512470119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8646459460512470119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8646459460512470119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8646459460512470119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-for-men-moving-for-woman.html' title='Moving for men, moving for woman'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7042718051566993538</id><published>2008-03-22T07:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:24:20.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Invest in this plot!</title><summary type='text'>It's for a porn movie. It all starts with Richard Branson, famous Virgin owner, trying to get a new combustible. So he hires a scientist who would be the main character. This dude discovers that his semen is a wonderful combustible. So the movie is about this guy fucking almost everyone to collect his semen. But that's not it. When this goes public, the whole business around petrol crushes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7042718051566993538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7042718051566993538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7042718051566993538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7042718051566993538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/invest-in-this-plot.html' title='Invest in this plot!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-158878281633183529</id><published>2008-03-17T04:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:59:40.755Z</updated><title type='text'>I am not someone to trust,</title><summary type='text'>My wife says that changing club preferences is fine for kids but when you are 20 years old you are not allow to change anymore. What can I say? I've felt in love with Boca. Their passion, their kind of players, their stadium, their history. I am so Boca that I couldn't believe that I was a River fan once.Why not trusting someone who has made such an effort for his beloved team?I will soon post a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/158878281633183529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=158878281633183529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/158878281633183529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/158878281633183529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-not-someone-to-trust.html' title='I am not someone to trust,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-970508727067216951</id><published>2008-03-17T04:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:40:43.805Z</updated><title type='text'>But one comment said,</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago, it was the worst day in the history of my blog: Just 3 visitors.I am a little proud of this failure to be honest. I keep on writing no matter what. Like the violinist of the titanic, only that I am not on the titanic and I am not violinist either.But,One comment said: "I had a bad day and you've made my day". 33,3% of my visitors had dramatically changed the course of their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/970508727067216951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=970508727067216951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/970508727067216951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/970508727067216951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-one-comment-said.html' title='But one comment said,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5549747557501515902</id><published>2008-03-16T12:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:22:14.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Saint-Exupéry's murderer,</title><summary type='text'>A German pilot recognized yesterday to be the author of the murder of Saint-Exupéry, in the year 1944. He didn't want to kill the writer, he said he loved his books. I just wonder what went wrong: One of them wrote the little Prince, the other one read it and loved it while being a kid. How come both of them were fighting on a war?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5549747557501515902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5549747557501515902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5549747557501515902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5549747557501515902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/saint-exuprys-murderer.html' title='Saint-Exupéry&apos;s murderer,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1791469511395867050</id><published>2008-03-16T03:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:11:51.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoocked on acids,</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1791469511395867050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1791469511395867050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1791469511395867050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1791469511395867050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoocked-on-acids.html' title='Hoocked on acids,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1281546259820421607</id><published>2008-03-15T04:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T04:23:28.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Jap Singer!</title><summary type='text'>London makes you feel that this is the place in which everything happens. I know this very well. I've bought a Coldplay album before anybody else in Argentina, only because I went to tower records to go picking something that it was going to be trendy. A couple of weeks ago I decided to go finding the new best band in the world. But I've only found this crazy jap singer who only knows how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1281546259820421607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1281546259820421607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1281546259820421607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1281546259820421607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-jap-singer.html' title='Crazy Jap Singer!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R9tN_riK9SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Oe_fFcdkrzc/s72-c/IMG_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5264276577181975509</id><published>2008-03-15T03:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:54:49.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in a bbq,</title><summary type='text'>My friend's son (5 years old) says to his mother: Mom, Id like you to put on the bathroom that toilet paper with the dog. His mother goes: Sorry baby, that's too expensive. My friend: Mom wants us to use cardboard.Couple of things to mention here:1-This stupid marketing strategy is working on several levels. The kid thinks it's better to clean his shit with a dog.2-The guy thinks that because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5264276577181975509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5264276577181975509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5264276577181975509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5264276577181975509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/overheard-in-bbq.html' title='Overheard in a bbq,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1182745612056079063</id><published>2008-03-15T03:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:09:09.838Z</updated><title type='text'>Governor I am with you,</title><summary type='text'>It must be difficult for you to find free sex with that face.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1182745612056079063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1182745612056079063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1182745612056079063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1182745612056079063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/governor-i-am-with-you.html' title='Governor I am with you,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R9s9dLiK9RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HvaMx15CMj4/s72-c/spitzer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2889304997760470451</id><published>2008-03-15T02:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T04:13:08.673Z</updated><title type='text'>New sins,</title><summary type='text'>According to a new bishop at the Vaticano, there is seven new sins. And this sins are:1. "Bioethical" violations such as birth control2. "Morally dubious" experiments such as stem cell research3. Drug abuse4. Polluting the environment5. Contributing to widening divide between rich and poor6. Excessive wealth7. Creating povertyI would love to introduce some sins that are more appropriate for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2889304997760470451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2889304997760470451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2889304997760470451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2889304997760470451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-sins.html' title='New sins,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6280283926663669638</id><published>2008-03-09T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:13:41.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Pregnant woman shouldn't watch this.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6280283926663669638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6280283926663669638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6280283926663669638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6280283926663669638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/warning-pregnant-woman-shouldnt-watch.html' title='Warning: Pregnant woman shouldn&apos;t watch this.'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2704369369103799626</id><published>2008-03-07T11:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:26:10.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse and Kate Moss together for a good cause,</title><summary type='text'>They just want to save an old pub called George Tavern. I love the fact that they are not doing it because of a fucking penguin. They are signing t-shirts for their preferred pub! not for the health of the woods, for a pint in an ugly old tavern.They are both so truthful to themselves. Can we say the same thing about politicians involved in green programs?I am with them, at the end of the day you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2704369369103799626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2704369369103799626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2704369369103799626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2704369369103799626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/amy-winehouse-and-kate-moss-together.html' title='Amy Winehouse and Kate Moss together for a good cause,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7766261278498736249</id><published>2008-03-04T22:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:10:40.321Z</updated><title type='text'>Date Scarlett Johansson!</title><summary type='text'>So, as you might know, Scarlett Johansson is offering a date with her on E-bay. Last bet I've seen: 13.500 u$s. It's not that high, but we are not even close to the end of the bet.I've been doing some estimations on this number. My analysis tells me that today:Scarlett's kiss is 25.000 u$s.Scarlett's kiss with tongue is 35.000 u$s.Scarlett's blowjob is 100.000 u$s.hey, don't judge Scarlett about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7766261278498736249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7766261278498736249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7766261278498736249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7766261278498736249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/date-scarlett-johansson.html' title='Date Scarlett Johansson!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5177185624921442706</id><published>2008-03-03T19:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:58:55.704Z</updated><title type='text'>Today I met Francis Ford Coppola,</title><summary type='text'>I was leaving the restaurant and he was getting in. We looked at each other on the stairs. I did like a small movement with my head, like saying: Hey, how you doing? I know you. And he did the same thing. But his movement, even tough it was the same, it might meant something different, like: "another stupid fan that thinks he knows me".I just didn't know what to do. Changing subjects: Is it  true</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5177185624921442706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5177185624921442706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5177185624921442706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5177185624921442706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-met-francis-ford-coppola.html' title='Today I met Francis Ford Coppola,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8808616245650179874</id><published>2008-03-02T10:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:35:35.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Kidman and George Clooney,</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I saw the movie called "Michael Clayton" which was really good by the way. But I am still impressed with the titles at the end. George Clooney gets into a taxi and ask the driver to just drive, and we see Clooney thinking and watching through the window. And this shot lasts like 3 minutes without cutting. George Clooney does a great job trying to make you feel things without actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8808616245650179874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8808616245650179874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8808616245650179874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8808616245650179874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/nicole-kidman-and-george-clooney.html' title='Nicole Kidman and George Clooney,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6195110298425497136</id><published>2008-02-28T20:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:13:05.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Aires is now officially...</title><summary type='text'>The latinamerican Venice!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6195110298425497136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6195110298425497136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6195110298425497136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6195110298425497136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/buenos-aires-is-now-officially.html' title='Buenos Aires is now officially...'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R8cVtu9exFI/AAAAAAAAABs/g9CyxfoJ8FU/s72-c/crespo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1692270314228516528</id><published>2008-02-27T00:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:22:18.282Z</updated><title type='text'>The bubble boy and the new umbrella,</title><summary type='text'>Do you remember the movie with John Travolta? Well, it's back in fashion. Ladies and gentleman, I give you: "Bumbrella".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1692270314228516528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1692270314228516528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1692270314228516528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1692270314228516528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/bubble-boy-and-new-umbrella.html' title='The bubble boy and the new umbrella,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R8Ssju9exEI/AAAAAAAAABk/4_ZBbYdlvRo/s72-c/0196922B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6812102517195385354</id><published>2008-02-21T22:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:31:16.143Z</updated><title type='text'>There is a sign...</title><summary type='text'>Painted on a bridge that says: What do you prefer? being happy or being right?It is some sort of artistic thing, since there is not a brand behind. Not even the name of the artist. I used to think that this was a truthful affirmation. But at this stage of my life, I am able to be happy and be right at the same time. But I must admit that being always right annoys me. I get so tired of saying "I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6812102517195385354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6812102517195385354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6812102517195385354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6812102517195385354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-sign.html' title='There is a sign...'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4810308601573070950</id><published>2008-02-21T21:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:33:37.350Z</updated><title type='text'>As for the pronunciation of the streets,</title><summary type='text'>For those of you that dears to visit the neighborhood of Islington in East London. Be aware that when you ask how to get there, it's not ISLINGTON (ailington) but ISLINGTON (Islington) as if it was in spanish.Everyday you can learn a new thing in London.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4810308601573070950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4810308601573070950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4810308601573070950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4810308601573070950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-for-pronunciation-of-streets.html' title='As for the pronunciation of the streets,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4638861902097603473</id><published>2008-02-21T09:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:18:33.134Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn trendy hotels,</title><summary type='text'>I am seated at the table of MyHotel in London. I can't believe this place. The room doesn't have a mini-bar. Its the size of a teenager room with a single bed. 12" tv.And the room is like 230 pounds a night!What's going on you people? Don't treat me like home, I am in a fucking expensive hotel! It's like those restaurants that say: "Eat like at home". Oh please! don't feed me like at home! (this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4638861902097603473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4638861902097603473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4638861902097603473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4638861902097603473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-trendy-hotels.html' title='Damn trendy hotels,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1985820394809157184</id><published>2008-02-19T10:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:10:21.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Fears and money,</title><summary type='text'>Today I am traveling business. As many other people, I am a little bit of afraid of flying. But for some reason, when I travel business I am less afraid. It seems like the economy seats were more scary than the expensive ones. After thinking it for a while and only based on the facts, I came to the conclusion that what I am really afraid of is to die poor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1985820394809157184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1985820394809157184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1985820394809157184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1985820394809157184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/fears-and-money.html' title='Fears and money,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5966320683858575203</id><published>2008-02-19T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:12:02.957Z</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like London!</title><summary type='text'>There’s a whole in the world like a great black pitand the vermin of the world inhabit itand its morals aren’t worth what a pin can spitand it goes by the name of London.At the top of the hole sit the previlaged fewMaking mock of the vermin in the lonely zooturning beauty to filth and greed…I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Perubut there’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5966320683858575203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5966320683858575203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5966320683858575203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5966320683858575203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-no-place-like-london.html' title='There&apos;s no place like London!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4618793351241661572</id><published>2008-02-15T12:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:32:12.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I grow up I want to be'/><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be Tim Burton,</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4618793351241661572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4618793351241661572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4618793351241661572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4618793351241661572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-tim-burton.html' title='When I grow up I want to be Tim Burton,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1047537222406686805</id><published>2008-02-14T01:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:02:10.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Larry David and Carlos Bianchi,</title><summary type='text'>Help me out everybody I need to put in contact Larry David and Carlos Bianchi. Will you help me? I think I can get Bianchi because he owns a restaurante not far from home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1047537222406686805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1047537222406686805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1047537222406686805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1047537222406686805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/larry-david-and-carlos-bianchi.html' title='Larry David and Carlos Bianchi,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R7OhGu9exDI/AAAAAAAAABc/ekCpY8B6o-Q/s72-c/bianchi+david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5690841205097921008</id><published>2008-02-12T19:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:27:33.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Lenny Kravitz hospitalized in Miami,</title><summary type='text'>Doctor said it was bronchitis, but it's not. He said that he hasn't had sexual relationships in the last two years. So you don't have to be a genius to know what's happening here: He is over-masturbated. You can see it on the pictures, you can hear it on his voice. It's too much Lenny, you have to stop it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5690841205097921008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5690841205097921008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5690841205097921008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5690841205097921008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/lenny-kravitz-hospitalized-in-miami.html' title='Lenny Kravitz hospitalized in Miami,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R7HyH-9ew_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpj1xKLyZQE/s72-c/785036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4242279120190883294</id><published>2008-02-12T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:25:45.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Hawking flipbook</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4242279120190883294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4242279120190883294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4242279120190883294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4242279120190883294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/stephen-hawkings-flipbook.html' title='Stephen Hawking flipbook'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8223277005504871682</id><published>2008-02-12T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:04:06.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Ugly picture but interesting thought</title><summary type='text'>Kurt Westergaard is the guy in the picture. He tried to be witty and draw a cartoon of Mahoma. Today the danish authorities arrested 4 guys who were attempting to murder him. I wonder what he is publishing at the moment. I wonder if he still have any sense of humor left. And most of all, I wonder if he regrets. Luckily for you Kurt I have a solution! Why don't you draw a couple of Jewish cartoons</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8223277005504871682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8223277005504871682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8223277005504871682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8223277005504871682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/dude-if-i-were-you.html' title='Ugly picture but interesting thought'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R7HB7O9ew-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ouF7B_ktqTc/s72-c/dibujo_danes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7439165056253635578</id><published>2008-02-12T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:45:24.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Spanish lessons for the gringos (II)</title><summary type='text'>The porpouse of this section still is to teach the gringos how to speak the basic spanish needed for everyday talking in LatinAmerica.So hang on to your seat, cause this is the second lesson for the gringos!#1 "NECESITO UNA DIRECCION, PODRIA AYUDARME? ESTOY BUSCANDO UNA CLINICA CLANDESTINA DE IMPLANTE DE SILICONAS, ABORTOS Y CAMBIOS DE SEXO, EN LA CALLE LIBERTADOR...".This is a highly valuable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7439165056253635578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7439165056253635578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7439165056253635578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7439165056253635578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/spanish-lessons-for-gringos-ii.html' title='Spanish lessons for the gringos (II)'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8455726233657976957</id><published>2008-02-11T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:48:45.984Z</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Silvester Stallone?</title><summary type='text'>Is it the drugs? He doesn't need no make up fot the next Rocky!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8455726233657976957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8455726233657976957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8455726233657976957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8455726233657976957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-happened-to-silvester-stallone.html' title='What happened to Silvester Stallone?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R7B8Mu9ew8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lVoHcVUJjuA/s72-c/stallone02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-998429091732471683</id><published>2008-02-11T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:56:19.674Z</updated><title type='text'>The facebook trap,</title><summary type='text'>I am not a big fan of facebook. But for a while I thought it was the bomb.Now I just read that you can't quit. I mean, you want to leave and they don't delete your account, because their business is related to having more people connected.Now even when I like to use it, I hate it as well. It's crazy that these people who successfully interpreted peoples feelings to connect, all of the sudden they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/998429091732471683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=998429091732471683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/998429091732471683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/998429091732471683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/facebook-trap.html' title='The facebook trap,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7373953319025234732</id><published>2008-02-11T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:13:18.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Today I got emotional with Rocky 2,</title><summary type='text'>Even when I hate Boxing, I am crazy about Rocky. And not only the first movies but the latest one as well. If they film Rocky 7,8,9 I would go without thinking.A couple of hours after Rocky I started to think, how come there is not a great emotional movie about Football? Not just one. Heroes is fine but it is a documentary and Shaolin Soccer is humor. Hollywood should make a movie about the plane</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7373953319025234732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7373953319025234732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7373953319025234732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7373953319025234732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-got-emotional-with-rocky-2.html' title='Today I got emotional with Rocky 2,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6255217446885686528</id><published>2008-02-08T15:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:47:16.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel like a poor southamerican,</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've been told that one of the most successful tours in Buenos Aires is the visit to "La villa". A "villa" is a place where people lives under very sad conditions, specially in terms of infrastructure. Crime is high over there, the police can't get in. It is the argentinian version of the brazilian favela. But in terms of culture, it's becoming very rich. They have their own system, their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6255217446885686528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6255217446885686528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6255217446885686528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6255217446885686528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-like-poor-southamerican.html' title='Feel like a poor southamerican,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3877971149786726725</id><published>2008-02-08T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:35:07.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Creepiest thing I've seen in a long time,</title><summary type='text'>_____________________This little puppy is the creation of a Chinese manufacturer. And it's all over the world now. When you see this puppy there is not a single difference between the toy and the real animal. I can live with that, it's just a copy of the original.What I can't stand is the fact that they made them breath. They are breathing fake dogs. They look incredibly alive but they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3877971149786726725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3877971149786726725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3877971149786726725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3877971149786726725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/creepiest-thing-ive-seen-in-long-time.html' title='Creepiest thing I&apos;ve seen in a long time,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R6x0VPzl8CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qnw0_qOZ_Ns/s72-c/B1003641866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1567261960443155829</id><published>2008-02-07T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:10:56.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Bionic hand,</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine who lost his hand several years ago in an accident told me that in Spain they are launching a new hand with new technology. This technology allows him to move and control each finger of his hand, a prosthethic of course. This is all great.The problems seems to be for him that there is a warning message by the manufacturer:"DO NOT MANIPULATE SEXUAL ORGANISMS WITH YOUR PROSTHETHIC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1567261960443155829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1567261960443155829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1567261960443155829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1567261960443155829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/bionic-hand.html' title='Bionic hand,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1316957113756091366</id><published>2008-02-06T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:19:29.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Not another broken english artist,</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1316957113756091366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1316957113756091366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1316957113756091366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1316957113756091366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-another-broken-english-artist.html' title='Not another broken english artist,'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4846297274195569727</id><published>2008-02-06T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:39:48.732Z</updated><title type='text'>"Sensitivity" is the new "Irony"</title><summary type='text'>Now the people who were suppose to be ironic are sensitive. That's a trend.Have you seen it lately? let me know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4846297274195569727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4846297274195569727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4846297274195569727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4846297274195569727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/sensitivity-is-new-irony.html' title='&quot;Sensitivity&quot; is the new &quot;Irony&quot;'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2987440943782641374</id><published>2008-02-06T02:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:56:48.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Vacations,</title><summary type='text'>Today I got back from Holidays only to find out that all the problems that I left behind are still here waiting for me. I should have solved them before I left so I could come back fresh and clean of problems but I didn't. The car is broken, the air conditioning is loosing too much water, the paperwork is undone. Stress is back!How long does it takes to forget your problems on holidays? 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2987440943782641374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2987440943782641374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2987440943782641374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2987440943782641374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/vacations.html' title='Vacations,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-705976960320746087</id><published>2008-02-06T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:47:32.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Paul Newman is dead,</title><summary type='text'>Actually he might be alive, but according to believable information, he might be dead very soon. And since the news is going to spread very easily and fast, I would be glad of being the first in publishing this piece of vital news for the world.Paul Newman was an outstanding actor, a great father (as far as I know) and I loved his dressings! Anticipating the future once more, I will also inform </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/705976960320746087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=705976960320746087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/705976960320746087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/705976960320746087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/paul-newman-is-dead.html' title='Paul Newman is dead,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5518358219915779676</id><published>2008-02-03T05:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T05:44:37.353Z</updated><title type='text'>ImprovEverywhere</title><summary type='text'>This guys are creating beautiful communicational experiences. This is the latest one I think.I would have loved to be there to see it for real. But I couldn't take part of it cause every time I try to freeze I have the urgent need of scratching my nose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5518358219915779676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5518358219915779676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5518358219915779676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5518358219915779676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/improveverywhere.html' title='ImprovEverywhere'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1243175168313338733</id><published>2008-02-03T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T05:33:58.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi is reading my blog!</title><summary type='text'>He said: "Nice blog, but I wouldn't read it everyday".I will gather more opinions from celebrities for you to realize if my blog deserves your visit or not. If you are closer to one, please put me in contact with him or her.The manager of Woody Allen says Woody didn't see it yet. I am waiting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1243175168313338733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1243175168313338733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1243175168313338733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1243175168313338733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/bon-jovi-is-reading-my-blog.html' title='Bon Jovi is reading my blog!'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7620252529349403825</id><published>2008-02-03T05:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T05:28:49.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Those shoes with wheels,</title><summary type='text'>On my birthday number 30 I tried them on. The guy suggested:The guy: -Just start by using just one shoe, don't use both wheels at the same time.Me (thinking): -Are you kidding me? If kids can do it, I will know how to use them!It was a reality check for me. I can't drive those shoes. I almost panic when I had to use them. I thought I was going to break my neck. It was a nice dream of my 20s, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7620252529349403825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7620252529349403825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7620252529349403825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7620252529349403825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-shoes-with-wheels.html' title='Those shoes with wheels,'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1649174928289260767</id><published>2008-02-02T05:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:33:44.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Avril is using it!</title><summary type='text'>Today's report from Google Trends says that people is crazy searching for the words:"DOS for dummies". I'm getting it right? Why people would be searching for a book about DOS?Is DOS the operating system that I knew?I think it me be a new trend. A couple of kids revealing against the system by using an old operating system, the DOS. Next thing I know, Avril Lavigne is using it. Owen Wilson quits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1649174928289260767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1649174928289260767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1649174928289260767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1649174928289260767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/avril-is-using-it.html' title='Avril is using it!'/><author><name>Brokenblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580648348566385639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5838527881104974616</id><published>2008-02-02T04:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:06:51.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Moleskine+Barnes and Noble</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to buy a notepad for writing ideas for my blog. I went to Barnes &amp; Noble and I've found an authentic "Moleskine". The notepad that Hemingway used. I've felt tempted but the price was over 25 dollars for a blank notepad. At least, they could have put Hemingway's notes inside.When I was leaving I thought: this is better than winning a Nobel Prize. You are a truly successful writer when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5838527881104974616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5838527881104974616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5838527881104974616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5838527881104974616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/moleskinebarnes-and-noble.html' title='Moleskine+Barnes and Noble'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1177271490433047510</id><published>2008-02-02T04:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:40:31.539Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I grow up I want to be'/><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be Gondry III</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1177271490433047510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1177271490433047510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1177271490433047510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1177271490433047510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-gondry-iii.html' title='When I grow up I want to be Gondry III'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6899326376494726082</id><published>2008-01-31T06:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:29:36.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Writers+strike+prostitutes,</title><summary type='text'>I have heard that many writers are working now on the prostitution business due to this strike. I've also heard that now they are working as prostitutes, they feel more authentic, honest, free and most of all, creatively challenged.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6899326376494726082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6899326376494726082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6899326376494726082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6899326376494726082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/writersstrikeprostitutes.html' title='Writers+strike+prostitutes,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6597063755558187195</id><published>2008-01-31T05:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:42:06.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Jewish broken english joke,</title><summary type='text'>There is a poor Jewish and a rich Russian about to eat. The poor Jew...he only has a couple of fish-heads to lick, while the rich Russian guy has a great piece of beef in a sandwich. The Russian approach the Jew and ask him:-How come you Jewish are so intelligent?-You don't know why? It's because we eat the head of the fish.The Russian asks him to exchange their food. The poor Jew enjoys his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6597063755558187195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6597063755558187195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6597063755558187195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6597063755558187195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/jewish-broken-english-joke.html' title='Jewish broken english joke,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8719963302318985255</id><published>2008-01-30T05:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:54:38.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome dear visitor from Latvia,</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to googleanalitycs I know that I have a visitor from Latvia. I don't know if they call them Latvinians, Latvigos, Latvos or how. But I am glad that some of you visited my blog. Welcome Latvianos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8719963302318985255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8719963302318985255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8719963302318985255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8719963302318985255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-dear-visitor-from-latvia.html' title='Welcome dear visitor from Latvia,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4327943404150448265</id><published>2008-01-30T05:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:34:33.160Z</updated><title type='text'>A thought about computers,</title><summary type='text'>According to my wife, as every year of the dog counts like 7 years of a person, every year of a computer is the equivalent of 20 years of a man.She should be famous for this wonderful thought!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4327943404150448265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4327943404150448265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4327943404150448265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4327943404150448265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-about-computers.html' title='A thought about computers,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3438912534191218083</id><published>2008-01-26T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:32:15.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Spanish lessons for the gringos,</title><summary type='text'>From now on, this will be a new section in my blog. The porpouse of this section will be to teach the gringos how to speak the basic spanish needed for everyday talking in LatinAmerica.So hang on to your seat, cause this is the first lesson for the gringos!#1 "ME HAN CAMBIADO DOLARES POR PESOS FALSOS CON LA CARA DE UNA CANTANTE FOLCLORICA LLAMADA MERCEDES SOSA Y LUEGO ME LOS HAN ROBADO Y CAGADO A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3438912534191218083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3438912534191218083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3438912534191218083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3438912534191218083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/spanish-lessons-for-gringos.html' title='Spanish lessons for the gringos,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8343864370004584010</id><published>2008-01-26T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:08:57.961Z</updated><title type='text'>Counter Strike banned,</title><summary type='text'>In Brazil, the goverment just banned the video-game called Counter Strike. In a clear response to this, the US would be prohibiting the caipirinha, the song "Garota du Ipanema", and the projection of brazilian football on tv.They couldn't do it with the brazilian soap operas. They are great!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8343864370004584010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8343864370004584010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8343864370004584010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8343864370004584010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/counter-strike.html' title='Counter Strike banned,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5646307656418288815</id><published>2008-01-24T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:25:23.213Z</updated><title type='text'>What did Hillary do to Bill?</title><summary type='text'> What did she do to him when she saw this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5646307656418288815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5646307656418288815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5646307656418288815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5646307656418288815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-did-hillary-do-to-bill.html' title='What did Hillary do to Bill?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-384913522490356797</id><published>2008-01-24T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:57:49.137Z</updated><title type='text'>When Heath Ledger died,</title><summary type='text'>This guy is the editor of The Guardian, Murray Armstrong, and this is how he describes what he did when Heath Ledger died. How he changed the newspaper's cover. It's interesting:Before the daily discussion at morning conference, another important events takes place --an autopsy of last night's work. The news section of the paper saw various changes throughout the evening. Early editions had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/384913522490356797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=384913522490356797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/384913522490356797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/384913522490356797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-heath-ledger-died.html' title='When Heath Ledger died,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R5hubPzl8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gdy3vJyAbyw/s72-c/murray_armstrong_140x140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-7965255329621016448</id><published>2008-01-24T10:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:36:51.062Z</updated><title type='text'>How to make people find your blog,</title><summary type='text'>I've just been told that the most important thing is the title of the entries. If you find the title that people is going to search on that white square of the google search, then your blog is going to be visited. The problem, and there is always a problem, is how to predict what this search is going to be. For this matter, I am going to post the website for a physic called Leevon Kennedy. She is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7965255329621016448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=7965255329621016448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7965255329621016448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/7965255329621016448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-make-people-find-your-blog.html' title='How to make people find your blog,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3921685082781275962</id><published>2008-01-24T03:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:06:19.647Z</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant writing,</title><summary type='text'>My mother doesn't cook fish but she could be her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3921685082781275962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3921685082781275962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3921685082781275962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3921685082781275962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/brilliant-writing.html' title='Brilliant writing,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5451456535996379694</id><published>2008-01-23T06:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:13:45.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5451456535996379694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5451456535996379694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5451456535996379694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5451456535996379694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/alternative-endings.html' title=''/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5111447503129845826</id><published>2008-01-23T06:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:05:27.884Z</updated><title type='text'>this guy was about to eat his own leg,</title><summary type='text'>Read this:http://www.guardian.co.uk/international/story/0,,2245103,00.htmlThank god for British newspapers!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5111447503129845826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5111447503129845826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5111447503129845826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5111447503129845826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-guy-was-about-to-eat-his-own-leg.html' title='this guy was about to eat his own leg,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4150881397924586838</id><published>2008-01-23T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:32:12.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Blame the genes,</title><summary type='text'>I went to a place called Johnny Rockets. While I was there, a huge couple sat in a table.  When I say huge, I mean really really really huge. My father said: -It's genetic. Do not judge them.Me: -Genetic? They are about to eat a nasty hamburger.Father: -It's there genes what makes them want to eat hamburgers.I just wonder this, if you are scientist feel free to reply:-What kind of gen is the "I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4150881397924586838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4150881397924586838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4150881397924586838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4150881397924586838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/blame-gen.html' title='Blame the genes,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2961820857239820206</id><published>2008-01-23T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:29:46.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Dexter and Suskind's Perfume</title><summary type='text'>If you red "Perfume" by Patrick Suskind or watched "Dexter" I am sure you got emotionally involved with the main characters, even when they are mass murderers. I am not sure how it works but you get to want them to be free, you want them to escape from the law. Do you realize how powerful a story is? What about spending this whole day thinking about profound things like this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2961820857239820206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2961820857239820206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2961820857239820206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2961820857239820206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/dexter-and-suskinds-perfume.html' title='Dexter and Suskind&apos;s Perfume'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-6746253858469225479</id><published>2008-01-20T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:22:50.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Those lines for the dead people on Sunday's newspaper,</title><summary type='text'>I just don't get why some people write to the dead people on the newspaper. As crazy as it sounds, they probably think their death family or friends somehow receive those lines on the newspaper and their message, of course. In reality, these people don't think they are talking to the death, they just want to show or pretend they are sad for whatever reason.Wouldn't it be great to reply those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6746253858469225479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=6746253858469225479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6746253858469225479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/6746253858469225479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/those-lines-for-death-people-on-sundays.html' title='Those lines for the dead people on Sunday&apos;s newspaper,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2606309448808053653</id><published>2008-01-19T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:06:27.964Z</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be Gondry II</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2606309448808053653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2606309448808053653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2606309448808053653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2606309448808053653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-gondry-ii.html' title='When I grow up I want to be Gondry II'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8953166840930681452</id><published>2008-01-19T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:05:26.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Another new year resolution,</title><summary type='text'>I am going to buy those shoes with wheels and I am going to use them everyday. I will upload a picture next week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8953166840930681452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8953166840930681452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8953166840930681452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8953166840930681452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-new-year-resolution.html' title='Another new year resolution,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4309139377294591986</id><published>2008-01-19T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:54:15.548Z</updated><title type='text'>The new BigFoot,</title><summary type='text'>According to an article I've read last week, the myth of the BigFoot is only 50 years old. Apparently, many people started to talk about him and the story, trough word of mouth, tipped. I was wondering if I could replicate this with the help of other bloggers, and to create a new myth for the world.If you are interested, it's very simple: 1-send me a comment with your blog's address so I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4309139377294591986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4309139377294591986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4309139377294591986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4309139377294591986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-bigfoot.html' title='The new BigFoot,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4980567745286217848</id><published>2008-01-17T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:41:59.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog policy,</title><summary type='text'>Now the companies are trying to advertise on blogs, to put some money to "influence" on blogger's opinion. Apparently, people don't trust them anymore. They only trust us! As a blogger myself I want to set this very clear from the beginning of this wonderful journey of blogging: If any of you tries to give me some money to make me say something that I don't agree...I would greatly appreciate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4980567745286217848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4980567745286217848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4980567745286217848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4980567745286217848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-policy.html' title='Blog policy,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8638886432993293879</id><published>2008-01-16T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:14:41.712Z</updated><title type='text'>mycologist,</title><summary type='text'>I just got into Google trends and you won't believe this but according to them, people is searching insanely for the word "mycologist". What the fuck? Is it a new highly contagious fungus attacking the human?We humans are weird.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8638886432993293879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8638886432993293879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8638886432993293879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8638886432993293879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/mycologist.html' title='mycologist,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-1700840794863624063</id><published>2008-01-16T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:57:39.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Grabbing newspapers from a can trash in a hotel of miami beach,</title><summary type='text'>Hey, the title almost tell it everything. The things is, I am in Miami on vacations. This morning I went to throw the garbage and there it was: A copy of the Miami herald barely touched and with no stickiness or dirt around. So I said, what the hell. This room must cost 300 a night, but it's really nice to grab something from the trash can.I didn't like it editorialwise, but how I enjoyed it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1700840794863624063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=1700840794863624063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1700840794863624063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/1700840794863624063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/grabbing-newspapers-from-can-trash-in.html' title='Grabbing newspapers from a can trash in a hotel of miami beach,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8535152209981616338</id><published>2008-01-15T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:57:47.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Sad numbers,</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking of shutting down this blog. So if you are one of the 14 persons who got in, please send your support! google analytics has given me a strong punch on the face.Now you can cure me.Many thanks.The team of Broken English.ps: I never thought of shutting down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8535152209981616338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8535152209981616338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8535152209981616338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8535152209981616338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad-numbers.html' title='Sad numbers,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8793277557380362828</id><published>2008-01-15T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:53:20.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Scriptwriters strike,</title><summary type='text'>Dear Scriptwriters,I just want to be with you guys in this moment. I am dying to see some new episodes of a couple of shows. And I want you to be recognized about all of your wonderful work, with plenty of money.Having said that, I hope that the writers from Dawson's creek, Beverly Hills, Melrose Place, Ghost whisperer, third rock from the sun and many more...I hope they don't get a penny!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8793277557380362828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8793277557380362828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8793277557380362828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8793277557380362828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/scriptwriters-strike.html' title='Scriptwriters strike,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-4429019232331183316</id><published>2008-01-15T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:38:45.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Stealing from Larry David,</title><summary type='text'>On an episode of "Curb your enthusiasm" someone approaches him and tells him he looks young. So he replies: "I am rotting inside". I thought this was brilliant and I wanted to steal it. It's been 3 weeks from that episode, and nobody told me how young I look.I am not confident I will use it anytime soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4429019232331183316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=4429019232331183316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4429019232331183316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/4429019232331183316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/stealing-from-larry-david.html' title='Stealing from Larry David,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R4wbZNW72bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z3rFKOeBcMk/s72-c/larry_david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-249941710915851376</id><published>2008-01-14T13:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:44:42.306Z</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be Gondry</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/249941710915851376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=249941710915851376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/249941710915851376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/249941710915851376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-gondry.html' title='When I grow up I want to be Gondry'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-8120349525368997569</id><published>2008-01-14T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:23:25.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Databases and Spam!</title><summary type='text'>I just received a spam that said: Enlarge your penis. I am kind of worried. I think someone put me in a database of small-dick-dudes. And that is not my bigger worry, but: How did they know?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8120349525368997569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=8120349525368997569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8120349525368997569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/8120349525368997569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/databases-and-spam.html' title='Databases and Spam!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3470101637144394431</id><published>2008-01-14T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:20:41.039Z</updated><title type='text'>If you are one of this people</title><summary type='text'>Who likes to be the first in everything. Now you have the chance to discover this blog and tell the world you saw it first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3470101637144394431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3470101637144394431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3470101637144394431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3470101637144394431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-are-one-of-this-people.html' title='If you are one of this people'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-2814768906721641662</id><published>2008-01-14T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:07:43.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Jenna Jameson retiring from Porn</title><summary type='text'>I am amazed by how professional the porn industry has become. As in any other career, when you are done with it you get to give a speech! And to be honest, I'd rather hear Jena Jameson retirement speech than any other from any regular industry. It's just more interesting. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2814768906721641662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=2814768906721641662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2814768906721641662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/2814768906721641662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/jenna-jameson-retiring-from-porn.html' title='Jenna Jameson retiring from Porn'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-3671496102013974316</id><published>2008-01-14T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T02:43:41.693Z</updated><title type='text'>the property of an idea</title><summary type='text'>I had an idea for an incredible post. It came to me when I was talking to my wife. Actually, she is the one that "had" the idea and told it to me. But would she be able to get that idea if she wasn't talking to me? Is she really the owner of that idea? I might have been the inspiration! At least I want some credit. But she said: I have my own blog, I am going to write that on my blog. So I said, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3671496102013974316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=3671496102013974316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3671496102013974316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/3671496102013974316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/property-of-idea.html' title='the property of an idea'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919875119563158580.post-5744958303860209386</id><published>2008-01-13T04:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:50:47.739Z</updated><title type='text'>I like this and I want you to like it too!</title><summary type='text'>It's too long, you don't have to watch the whole thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5744958303860209386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6919875119563158580&amp;postID=5744958303860209386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5744958303860209386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6919875119563158580/posts/default/5744958303860209386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenglish.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-this-and-i-want-you-to-like-it.html' title='I like this and I want you to like it too!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
