<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:01:31.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roulita goes BLOG!</title><subtitle type='html'>The most important nonsense no one wants to know..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-116536228146993256</id><published>2006-12-05T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:03:56.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Denouncing inappropriate pictureTo the readers of this blog I would like to comment that I encountered a highly inappropriate picture on this blog and I honestly have no clue how it ended up here! I certainly did NOT upload it, for it was not and will never be my intention to publish any X-rated material, ever! Very unfortunate, however, is that I discovered the error just now as I never really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/116536228146993256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/116536228146993256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116536228146993256' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-110980773208228313</id><published>2005-03-02T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:00:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom !Not knowing what the future brings can be frightning and a reason for us wanting to stick in time. However, when you have someone looking out for you, you should have no worries of what tomorrow will bring.Today, I testify of liberation. Today, I'm a happy chick and there is nothing I would want to change of my past. Well, maybe I would reconsider that XL french fries portion at MacD or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110980773208228313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110980773208228313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110980773208228313' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-110557363708180772</id><published>2005-01-12T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:54:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me?(: This pretty much sums it up :)RRoundedOOddUUnforgettableLLivelyIIntenseTTerrificAAppreciativeName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110557363708180772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110557363708180772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110557363708180772' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-110553743368407359</id><published>2005-01-12T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:08:44.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weather Predictin' ToesSay what? Yes peepz, this is no joke. I am the proud owner of 10 wonderful weather predicting toes. Well, actually that's not entirely true, because they can in fact only predict incredibly cold weather situations. But still, kind of handy for picking my wardrobe :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110553743368407359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110553743368407359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110553743368407359' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-110365877995970943</id><published>2004-12-21T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:09:20.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is full of new experiencesThe exact reason why I have been out of the Blogging world. In these past months, I have been quite the Cinderella (well, just to make some extra $) and uhm.. what can I say... I came, saw and got the hell out of there! As soon as they made me clean up other people's doodoo, I thought the 'fun' of the experience &amp; the $ were not really worth it. I had other more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110365877995970943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/110365877995970943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365877995970943' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-109689653926129817</id><published>2004-10-04T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:19:18.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Official ScumpanyLife has more or less gotten back to normal (as far as you call it 'normal'). Internhsip is over &amp; school started 6 weeks ago. Am working for the University's Communication Agency 'Sco/umpany', officially as a Consultant. It all sounds heavier than it really is, though... Am disappointed by the low level of professionality in this place, but at least it is fun being back again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/109689653926129817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/109689653926129817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689653926129817' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108979638071191917</id><published>2004-07-14T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:05:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil Me Hey peepz.. Long time no Blog. Well, all I can say is that I've been very busy doing loads of stuff, but nothing at the very same time. Sounds vague, doesn't it. Well, thaz me.Why am I evil? Coz me is a sinner... Am blogging while I should be doing other major important stuff. Gosh, responsibilities just seem to come with the years, don't they?I just can't wait to hop right back into them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108979638071191917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108979638071191917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108979638071191917' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108578373846520603</id><published>2004-05-28T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T08:12:06.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back 2 RealityPhew... have had some pretty hectic days. Came back last Monday, from my trip; it was awesome and relaxing. I enjoyed the nice, warm weather &amp; the whole holiday feel (though it was a bit short)... I must say that I kept on thinking something would happen to the plane, maybe the following will give an idea of why that thought slipped into my mind.. I almost missed my flight; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108578373846520603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108578373846520603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108578373846520603' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108472493533897632</id><published>2004-05-16T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T11:28:55.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Energizin'Summer is on its way and since I'll be working until September, I think it's time to take a little break just before the real heavy times start. The past month has been really intense, maybe even more than the entire semester that I spent in Spain.So, folk, I'll be out travelling (yaay!).. going the familiar route, though, but who cares. I'm just going to take some fresh air and go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108472493533897632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108472493533897632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472493533897632' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108370001074336139</id><published>2004-05-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:16:55.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the goin' gets tough.. The past week I've been having many light bulb moments. You probably know 'em.. That split second in which you are able to come to a conclusion on a certain issue that had been causing sleepless nights and a 'rocky' feeling in your tummy before. Particular people made me realize that some things in life are hard and you just have to bite through the 'sour apple', as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108370001074336139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108370001074336139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108370001074336139' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108257401973461819</id><published>2004-04-21T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T14:04:26.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1, 2, 3, RecogniiiizeDo you know the feeling, that it's almost like nothing works out the way you want it to and everything just crumbles into ashes when you touch it? Well, I'm just having one of those periods that nothing is working out the way it is supposed to. And peepz, when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING!  I feel like I am universe's biggest error. I should seize to exist. No one would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108257401973461819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108257401973461819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257401973461819' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108160961875235156</id><published>2004-04-10T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T10:19:29.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not RouChickening OutHere I am peepz, back in the land of cheese, Tulips and wooden shoes. I got back home safely last Sunday where my parents and my bro were waiting for me. My best friends gave me a ring, just as my feet touched NL territory. What a way to come home. It felt really strange and all, to be back. However, I didn't have much time to think about all that, because the next day I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108160961875235156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108160961875235156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160961875235156' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108092390841085508</id><published>2004-04-02T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:15:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definitely Home My last time at the University. It feels weird. While I was walking over here, with the sun all shining bright and everything all nice and green, it finally hit me. Actually realizing myself that I'm going home next Sunday.Of course I'm glad to see everyone again and I have another challenge waiting for me there... But still.. I had my mind set on staying here, and I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108092390841085508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108092390841085508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092390841085508' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-108065735157197464</id><published>2004-03-30T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:39:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RouGoin' nowhere but HomeAt least... That's what it looks like, for now. I'm in my very, very last week, and no company has called me. Not even the one in Barcelona. Therefor, the only place I'll be going, is home. This coming weekend that is. Will book my ticket either tomorrow or Thursday. Am feeling pretty sad right now and all the optimism I had while writing my previous post has sunk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108065735157197464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/108065735157197464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065735157197464' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107946199641299531</id><published>2004-03-16T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T08:13:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RouGoin' Barcelona (?)Hi everyone, here's another short one to go. Internship hunting here in Pamplona really, really es una M**RDA! Any foreign students who have succeeded in encountering an internship in Marketing/Communication in this too-small-a-town.. How on earth were you able to do it? Therefore, am forced to head out to the bigger cities in Spain. Am focussing on Bilbao, Madrid and.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107946199641299531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107946199641299531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107946199641299531' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107849889706206036</id><published>2004-03-05T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:04:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Ro)UpdateHola, a todos, here's a quicky since I still have to continue the internship-thing online.After the whole not-going-to-Valencia-scene I figured I would go to Madrid to pick up my sweety. And so, I did :) Sunday I dragged myself through the snow all the way to the centre of Pamplona to get a busticket for the next morning at 7 AM. In the eve my BF's bro gave me a ring to ask me if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107849889706206036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107849889706206036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849889706206036' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107779992183659678</id><published>2004-02-26T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:14:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¡M**rda! Well, let me tell you something about my Valencia adventure!Tuesdaynight, my cool roommy and I were up until 3 AM, just chatting and hangin' about while watching (utterly boring) Spanish television. Me all excited about going to Valencia, already packed my bag and everything and thought I should catch some sleep, so set the alarm at 4 AM and went to bed. At 4.30 I woke up, did my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107779992183659678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107779992183659678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779992183659678' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107764011707084354</id><published>2004-02-24T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T12:00:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RouTravellingPor fin, I'm going to travel a bit through Spain, it was about time. This was what I imagened myself doing during the weekends here in España, but, well, I haven't gotten any further than the French border. So, finally I'm going out to explore a bit more of Southern Europe!I'm going alone (well, two other girls of the University are going as well, but don't know them) by bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107764011707084354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107764011707084354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764011707084354' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107763877620195695</id><published>2004-02-24T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:35:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Bigote @ UNAV Isn't he handsome?! :P (HooHAhaHA!)In Spain Mr Aznar also goes by 'El Bigote'; 'The mustache' in English. But what's so curious about his hairy upperlip that Spaniards call him this way? Well, let me open Pandora's Box for ya...Mr Aznar has a dark secret, which is not much of a secret anymore here in Spain, obviously, but of which he thinks he can still keep unrevealed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107763877620195695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107763877620195695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763877620195695' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107729981079936836</id><published>2004-02-20T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:59:33.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First (actually 2nd) Internship-offer!Well guys, finally, after all those application letters I sent out and after all those calls I made to those empresas, I finally got two reactions ! Both of 'em I got today. "Joy, joy!", I thought when I passed our mailbox in the hallway. Woohoo, mail! How joyous. Why such happiness? Well, first of all because we hardly ever get any, not me, nor my 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107729981079936836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107729981079936836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729981079936836' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107720797878211612</id><published>2004-02-19T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:38:26.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHOO ! I passed Comunicación Internacional ! Yaaaaaaaay, hoorah !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107720797878211612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107720797878211612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720797878211612' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107720322533088900</id><published>2004-02-19T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:38:13.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internship-Hunting By: ms Rejection herselfThis week I've been calling practically all 'Agencias de Publicidad' here in Pamplona, other major companies and even hotels to check out if I can do my trainee period in their empresa. Unfortunately, no one wants me! I'm such a reject... Most of the companies here in Pamplona consider interns to be a simple waist of time. Sheesh, how rude! Only four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107720322533088900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107720322533088900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720322533088900' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107658572659248532</id><published>2004-02-12T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T08:45:51.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNAV-lifeHmm.. I have been blogging for quite some time now, however, I just realized that I haven't really been Roublogging about Pamplona itself or the Universidad de Navarra of which I have been a happy student (more or less) for the past 5,5 months. Since I am specializing in Marketing Communication back in NL, I had the privilege to hang in and around the Facultad de Comunicación. Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107658572659248532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107658572659248532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658572659248532' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107650349138419788</id><published>2004-02-11T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T08:46:25.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode to my GirlzAm remembering the good old days. Our trip to Brussels, our long talks in the cafeteria of the HvU about all kinds of subjects; from epilating habits to the hunger for chocolate, all those times Sabrina had to kick our butts into getting into those nasty projects. Really miss you girls, am looking forward to next september when we're all back in NL!Go strong Sweeties, go kick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107650349138419788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107650349138419788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650349138419788' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946248.post-107600062672991821</id><published>2004-02-05T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:49:28.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¡Sobresaliente!Hooray, Hoorah! Just checked out my grades and I majorly scored: Sobresaliente, WOOHOO! Ok, ok, so it was for English and not some heavy duty course like Empresa Informativa or Comunicación Internacional. So what? At least I did something good out here. And, at least I got my first 4,5 credits... out of 34, that is, pero bueno. Just let me enjoy the moment, will ya? Sheesh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107600062672991821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946248/posts/default/107600062672991821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roulita.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600062672991821' title=''/><author><name>Roulita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09347392944142809631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11216410568850790261'/></author></entry></feed>